He says it's late and the volume is too high. One twenty-five is not too late. In certain situations has never been too late. I swear. In this kitchen there is a table, two bottles of wine, fruit and sadness at will in crumbs. Once upon a caregiver who beat an elderly man on the other side of the wall and we did not do anything. I do not know why but we have not really done anything to stop it.
He is in the other room and leave me in the kitchen to come to terms with myself with music that I wish everyone would listen. In fact, I tell you, listen. This is 'Welcome home' of Radical face. Feel
. There are things that I would tell you. There are some people who I really good and I'd do anything to see you happy.
I want you to have the best in life and continues to pursue the dream world that is more beautiful than to know wonderful people and fuck her on the phone and live all my life, I want her to be calm and not think too much the future, which thinks he has found a more stable balance of any swing. I want you to be deceived that he cooked the best dish in the world, I want you to look at her life well and with a background like this, I want you to let go as it has done so does not deserve to sadden our talks with the government or on the event or Marcegaglia or equal opportunities. We are much more sad for her but we must not let them weigh and Monday we'll take it from Massimo that he graduated and we'll get drunk and have fun and we feel a joy that he felt for some time. We will be a representative of Casa Mazzola and laugh with this background and his eyes will fill with 'gross water', is true, and no one will resist her laugh.
cycle. Waiting for the cycle. But it does not matter.
I stayed at home and I'm thinking of her. She works her smiles to customers, Sapienza rejoices when the company pays and offers an evening that costs a hundred euro to a brother who is much more fragile, smiles and greets everyone talks with everyone, is an example for all, is almost everything. The last time
. I swear. This is the last time I think of her as the most important person in my life, wounded by a rock that has harmless 'sminchiato' foot. She is so, because he hates the rocks cut his feet and loves the mountains where they can breathe clean air and then we smoke in and then spits his venom on the property that has a tree that can not say anything but that day he was and repents and does it again because it is made so that she hates him and his way of being and thus inappropriate to expect things to get them with strength and with strength. Yet I can not say anything because I've learned to take it so, not that I have due. Here is the merit of allowing me to have me trained, dear Daniel.
Then I remember another person who has revolutionized the way I see things and think. One that seemed a remote, quiet one who says nothing and does not have the answers before the questions. One who says the right things at the right time and then makes you the right questions and you would love him and you brake and then go back to ask him something and you brakes because you just do not know the questions to do and they told you that he is peaceful, serene and suffered but it is sweet but nobody thinks that you may love him now because I would like to be treated as is any woman and you do not know how but it is beautiful and you had studied in grade school and had read something in a book of readings in the anthology and the teacher had found one you liked and that he was good and he was like you and so are remembered only now that you've known but the time you had thought you liked and you wanted one like that guy there to talk to, to share the days and make them more beautiful, with a meaning. I him I remember from elementary school when the teacher explained to me the French Revolution, but I thought that while taking the Bastille was the one there with our arms folded watching the girls went by and always chose me, in whatever dream he chose me. Him so that he seems quiet but insightful he tells me a lot of things and made me ashamed to be so exaggerated as they are. Him that when I crises always helps me and gives me back years of joy as they have done a thousand people and I look around and find that I have found paradise.
I hear my friend telling me that she would like someone to say 'see you tomorrow' and I would like you to kill those who do not because she is beautiful and would know why revive them in a moment, she is full of love and beautiful things and sorry if they are childish but it makes me angry because I respect and I know that those of Fanfulla also depress me and make me 'eyes but do not really know what it means to love someone. They tell you that the interest to music and basically, they make their dicks and they laugh and shall consult and choose and not ashamed and yet she is one of the best people I know is ashamed and regrets everything and then, however, cries and does not even know why. He says he would like for someone to say 'see you tomorrow' and I'm really a romantic thing.
I am nostalgic and think of the Child with underwear on his head on the desk of Frank and to launch a pack of Camels on the ground, I think of Anna and Ida what is important in my life, as it is essential to understand the world around me. I think of Anna and her sporadic output only for 'special occasions'. I am thinking of Remedios as a second mother to you recite the CCCP instead of Our Father. I think Frank I do not think more time. I think of Alex I know that there will always be. A Massimo, who was also his older brother. Flaviano who errs and gets up and has a heart of gold, which sells sunglasses best to go any day with us. I think of Gabriel, who just wants to be with me and I would not know what I think of my brother who has not yet figured out which road to take. Billy is lost every day in search of stimulation and would like to tie to a bed and forced to look for at least a week. I think that Flavia has been lost in Bologna, between the Communists and false hopes to find a good reason. To Andrew, I think he's fine where it is. I think of Gabriel, who I have never told the truth, and Gabriel, who always told me the truth. I think of how small that Claudio still not aware of the distortions resulting from living too far away. For Anna pursuing goals with confidence as if the world was better. It's always easy to achieve. A Marco makes me think that the distance was never a problem and that the estimate for someone is the most important thing regardless of kilometers. Sara looking the sea where the air is not there and Daniel is looking for where there is only the sea. Valeria
that the sea has it in your pocket.
Then, small, and as a matter of time, I think Irene and Stephanie, who crossed the border, invaded another continent and invaded something. Something just for me and for them.
I thank you. Thank you first of all I you breathe.
The rest comes later.
