do not think, shoot!
I was thinking so much about who these friends are not imaginary. That Billy with his lomo that has become his daughter and called Diana. The hot sandwiches el'antipasto to three after eighteen beers and wine and warm with buffalo mozzarella and ham. Ale empty eyes lost in international football and women and the hand counts the minutes that bypasses them and takes too long. Sara
piece of iron. Clear idea that I miss and do not clarify anything, you find refuge in the woman for the first time the other night was wearing a miniskirt.
The costume slips revealing her breasts, legs, groin rough hair or wool, a tent that I'll never learn to mount and pharmacies night so not to burn a vagina unaccustomed to orgasms of love. The pampering that disdain, the phrases, the face-how are you stupid, just that some thong I do not understand. The sea dirtier but more happy, the enamel on the nails of the feet, mismatched shoes in your backpack, the 'young gentleman' that as soon as you wake up making a meal from his father, the runny mascara that I face, homeopathic pills and Penstapho bites. The laughter
non-alcoholic, except for the last days. And a character that keeps me by the hand. The cases that split the eardrums, the Beirutmania, Blonde Redhead that bitch that fucks the brain, In Particular. And a whistle inside machines and showers interspersed with nananananana stations and so on. Stimuli coming from all sides, stray dogs, which are woven bracelets luck alone, the sun darkened a Moroccan who holds out his hand. Fried aubergine
a go go, markets with watermelons split in two to make scenery, fish and seaweed algae that appear to fish that seem, jealousy of the sisters, the camera that I can not use, pacchianissimo a country full of architectural abominations that put good humor, streets and people remained on foot waterfall on the road, sausages and misunderstandings, and important stories moleskine, airports and police, outward for a few moments that seem like years. A light that shines more than ever, a woman who is almost my whole life and that gives me a trip to Berlin, a child who walks away with tears in his eyes after twenty-seven euro fish expired, a galley that has returned from Corsica today and I breathed using a cell phone that I can still hear her, a Mimmo that I could not healthy for good and that is our pride, 'father instinct and duty' for all. A woman to head down for fear of being blinded by the sun and a little girl who smiles at me and my soul. Flavia who is always watching the horizon is also a bathroom with no windows and an angel named One of his wings that he did two covers for a single person. Max Massimino said massimone and seas and Annalisa and Ezio and pepper and all names that I have the book and I call little. Emerge from time to time in the good dreams and make me from the shell.
Maybe I'm ready for Rome, with or without you.
The lump in my throat will melt takeoff.
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