There are days when you wake up exhausted, do not even seem to have gone to bed. The head heavy, sleep leaning against the first edge. Take the elevator and I hope I never meet anyone, and that really makes all the stops to ward off the time when once again cross the threshold of the unit, where everything is suffering and nothing is hope. There has never smiles, illuminating words, only serious faces. Here only those who suffer know essereumano , even when a man has only now the skeleton. On the other hand there are those who do not understand and does not know that you live for a word that does not arrive, hanging from the time they are to govern. And it makes you scream, smash everything. But you can not. You can not do anything!! Just wait even if you do not know what.
03/02/2009
And you find yourself doing the first (and perhaps statistically the last) right into a smile of the day that lift when placing your whole self to its walls, hoping that you swallow, you feel a smell that takes you away. And I find little girl: a skeleton with a bikini that has nothing to cover, flat as a sole, teeth out of range for a body of Russian mouse, up and down in the pension of the sea that you hosted for years with mom and dad Among . A smell that you had not heard from you in an instant and down on the heat of the days of July and the only year in which your family was really a nest.
03/02/2009
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