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The old woman comes to terms of tobacco by hand, and I am a strange effect. He says that the letter you
the pits her. It takes a stamp of sixty. When you lick the saliva dissolves the chin.

In this world in black and white I always feel a bit 'at home. As if there were the croissants with nutella if you were sick. Like when mom and dad when you were little, they leave you to grandmother's house in the morning and sometimes on Saturday night. Fabrizio Frizzi she watched on television and laughed. Instead, your grandfather laughed with Magalli. The television had already become effective. First a smile was simply a response to another smiling is not mediated by a screen.

happy you woke up on Sunday, and breakfast was hot chocolate and cookies. Then he looked at Jem ('Jem is my name / I'm a singer', etc. ...). There was
a warm glow inside that room, the warmer light that you can remember. The evening
bevevi water directly from the ladle.
The remedy for the fever was a drop of brandy topped with pomegranate seeds.
were always in a good mood.


Today you have asked your father if he remembers, since he was born, very low unemployment and a crisis so fierce. We said 'no, no and no'.


Each time you return to Palermo you feel that you have to smother with hot asphalt. Then the land of the desires of a sudden becomes generous, offers a jellyfish and sea without a sun that shines down on you teeth. The streets smell of clean waste, are the best in the world. Drinking water from the sea, swallowing color to cough him back from the mouth and eyes, hear the bells and fireworks, try the white mulberry, olive feel spied a silver you saw that you have seen grow and grow and feel your skin breathe wide-pore.
sun burns all the colors and lights.

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talk about anything with minimal effort.

fact, I told myself that would be enough for me some time. Today, in the premenstrual phase, things seem to me much clearer.
Yesterday in Rome was the gay pride and gay men do not demand their rights, but met only for the famous 'group kiss' Palermo and a woman, coming home at night, met a panther. Unbelievable.
In Piazza Magione always the usual stalls and illegal residents who complain.

A bit 'of cocaine on Sunday is getting shorter.
Rivers of people who find themselves in a place and then disappear. Forget yourself for jeans, a pair of shoes. At the mall there are no seasons, it feels neither hot nor cold, light or dark it is and people roam the corridors safe, they know everything by heart.
And I saw there, rapt, staring at a soft tissue that vaguely remembered the girl's thighs.

It seems to me that there are more country roads, just straight, all without potholes and no traffic lights, not to slow down and enjoy the scenery. And I have to rebuild. No, I can not.
But some time has really gone too far.

swaying trees lose leaves and dance to the rhythm of Sebastien Tellier and the leaves go away and we'll get him 'not close the window is nice but not close it from me to let them fly like a little' But not us in the fall '.
known person in the summer, when people do not, people who eat the same thing, people who cling to the telephone, which people orient themselves, who can not find the way, people who prefer to stay at home, sharing the room and not even know, people who have worlds in the freezer, they write in secret, hypocritical people, you do wait, want, hate, that temporizing, who do not speak, they say one thing and think the exact opposite, people who sleep all day and people who never sleep, wishing things and did not take them, that have never experienced an orgasm, which have no initiative and do not make the first move. People who pretend to nothing, making Le Moine, who would take the whole world without warning, people who do not speak for themselves and people who only speak through a blog without the courage to say certain things in the face. Especially when it comes to sex. And intimacy.
Intimacy, which is a sacred concept.

Reset.
Forget all these people, leave them behind, without much rancor.

Sprinkle a few drops of perfume that smells of you all and sadness. Give a good smell, but I wash every morning.

Reasons emozionami I find millions, even for a child that gives me a deep look and an accomplice or an embrace of the best person on earth, what I consider the best. A flower fell on the floor and picked up by a girl with the big belly, a bow from a stranger, heard a laugh by telephone, a child of color who eats pizza with taste, consciousness of an entire world around you and moves even if only to end up in hell in fifty years.