The cycle is always a good excuse
The display inside the car marked 25 degrees even. It was hot, a warm wet sticky annoying.
I saw a movie tonight and cruel I was moved. The film is
Our life .
feel the need to motherhood after seeing this film. Those children. I'd like to have a baby.
I must go, I have to disappear. You with your schedule and your appointments. Where you go? Stop. The road is there, the more twisty.
Wake quest'accidia scrollatevela off, this boredom, these exhibitions, these guided tours, this desire to always move, constantly, to see the world by force, in whole, at all costs! Stand still, think for a moment.
Before looking too far-that insecurity protect you, look just below the eyes, understand these eyes that beg a smile, a hug, a caress, love, stand fast, do not go that far, Mica is not where to go! Now you do not have just where to go.
not pass, the debts do not coalesce, perennial unemployed, faces blank and expressionless, were there. These children will need them. These children that were a party and are now in mourning. They are joy, a miracle. Protect them with your smiles, to chase the impossible, until you can go upwind, do it for yourself, choose their eyes and protect them. Take them to the sea, not to wander empty, choose someone, you are calm, vogliatevi well.
really do not want them to these children? Really? I would like to at least hear them in my arms, I want to make sense of it all. Then maybe I could get out of here. From far away.
The chime sounds occasionally. When I least expect it starts playing, and I jump in the air.
And you listen to your music, and think. You take a shower, and think. Put on the coffee, you think. Wear jeans with butterfly patches, you think. Go outside, you think. At Metro, you think. At work, staring, thinking. Talk to those two new ones. Laugh with them, you think. Eat and memories.
I remember. Eat food
shit now, so you do not like to cook. But you eat? I even like cooking. What do you eat? I wish I knew. Do you still like the white chocolate ice cream? What are you doing? Think. Look Matt, you think.
I know what you think. Me too.
My love, this is the generation of the OK, what is drug painkillers and Aulin. Nobody can help it.
All lost in the drama of medicine, dell'Amuchina, unemployment.
But do not worry, everything will be fine.
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