Saturday, March 31, 2007

Waar Vind Ik Vuze Templates

F, F FIIIT




parole al vento.
giusto il tempo di una cottura di pasta.

musica assordante. ma veramente assordante.
non-controlli del livello di rombo.
tanto sono a casa da solo. tanto mi sento solo.

dodici (dodici poi è il numero che uso spesso ultimamente) mila chiamate fatte e ricevute, oggi.
bastano poche cose per far vacillare anche la più alta colonna della città.
e passando a figure meno metaforiche, bastano pochi volti per mettere in difficoltà le più dure decisioni dell’ultima parte della mia vita (così evito il retorico e sono tutti più felici e meno critici).



* Pause control * boiling water



the situation goes on without a decision ambivalent.
as you say, would require a mutual firm.
I decide you decide. in the same direction, positive or negative, otherwise you find yourself having to accept the choice of the other. choice that never comes, because nobody here has the courage or the power is sufficient.
and then what?
tututu.
phone.
photography.
dreams.
dream or are awake.

lot, swear a lot, do not want to think tonight.
and everything slides, by Diana, that all slides without questions and without answers.
everything is like to be better, I do not know Who are you and you do not know why I am there in front.

lot, swear a lot, like situations of spaceless and timeless, so to call it.
enough lace and embroidery around stories not mine, not experienced by the hour and take jobs than ever.

I miss him so much here.
no, we did not.



pause control * boiling water *



throws water, the water is thrown.
we go.
you back?

today yes, tomorrow no.



strong need to vent
STOP
will go out soon so crazy

cry without tears
STOP STOP STOP
cry without hesitation





I cursed and I promised not to do it again.

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