were four. One of the best. Springs to mind the question which of them belonged. Surely I was caught in a continuous conflict. In short, there was talk of a creature that was beautiful for anyone else, it would not be noticed by anyone else, but I felt in my heart. A burning spirit, the other froze thoughts. One took away the reason, the other buried their doubts. He played with the looks as I play with words. Mani. Hands to be larger than it takes most of my little. Hands that would be woven of a galloping herd of horses imbizzariti. Tremble tremble tremble the earth, hand and all my certainty. How are you? the most stupid words are sometimes the only ones. Trembling voice, the sky falls. It was dark while the rain fell on his head without ever us. And since I do not know what to forget eyes. These are memories that are good for pain, because I'm alive, I tell myself, and I do not stop to what it seems. The walls? even the walls tremble sometimes, although not collapse as the certainties of anything around the end all fear. It's all about wanting to become: who, what, when, how and why. Why not change while changing a lot. So trembles the heart, and I do not know really how to do it, do you believe? How to ride a bike. It takes talent for that too. And which of the four I belong I can not say even now that I have this age. You should be stronger, more courageous and strong. Did you know that I belonged to all of them knew that the fight would have been forever, that eternity exists. E in the midst of the uproar, fear, your damage and your defeats, I would have embraced, was to hold you tight as standing finally letting it rest before the world that does not know what I know, what I want to hug so tight, so full , trembling all over when I think of tomorrow and the sky falls from time to time. It does me good, like a breath of fresh air in this muggy May. Still vague, but I love what I see and feel and I treat myself and give and take and hold and let go ... The next time I shake, I will cry. insilenzio, slipping on a tear or loudly, I will cry.
