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This morning I put on top from the neck over the top. I find myself to do so without wanting pussy. And I realize how very often the stereotypes are not liable for anything. My colleague is so random and comedy available to me that if it were not for his eyes will always bet me I would be wondering what might have happened to feel more welcome to the world. I have a beautiful bosom. Yes but the big ass nice breasts. Quid-pro-quo. It 's the law of nature, we can not escape. Just like you, you will be taken away, as you get back in return ... something-something-... The gift economy? Maybe. So life is made of a roller coaster, or hills Prussian ... I will walk the beat. I got off the ground, but I do not remember anymore. suddenly one day the moon got tired of seeing the world from up there. He took a comet, the face veil. And he walked all the way to heaven. And surprise was that the white expanse of snow was not . But they are only stones and not feel like crying. Flee from you. A lot of why, no why. I wonder how you are, what you do, where you are. And then I wonder why I do not need more. There is no quid pro quo in these. We will discuss the Circle, if they so choose witches friends. Still no shadow of witches. Wolf? Wolves linger on the slopes at night, alert to the odors that the wind brings them not to lose vision of what they are and what they belong to. No, no wolf. Yet in the distance I hear them howl. Vamos!

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What was that? A wave of pure force, an unexpected claim of loyalty, perhaps an illusion, maybe just beauty ... All of them were women from the amazing voice, all of them above the dark thing, distant but not so close. They were there together and sang a song the other as if the money record sales had never existed, as if fans had gathered in a single, unique song. What, my goddess, what I would have never lost?! And serving shit, this wave of energy! I served in, as a couple of new batteries for the flashlight, like a dynamo to the lighthouse, like firewood burning wood for a fire! I do that I would never have thought possible. Not so. Not so. Cone was speechless as well as free entry. I was there with the mind for hours after everything was removed. No need to name them all. I assist it to an event. For a piece of music history. That's not the fall of the Berlin Wall, is not the moprte Tsar nor the Kennedy assassination, it is not, nor had the demand, however, is history. It is. And I was there! There was a whole, every part that makes me me. And I've seen, hear, see, feel, even those women touched my heart to play, sing, dance barefoot or in shoes improbabileìi heel pad, clothes, makeup, combed, pregnant, red, and abandoned mines, sweating, hot, generous, and untrimmed made and remade music and adrenaline! My heart is bursting. Not music, not of celebration but of pure energy, the ecstasy of true solidarity ... one thing that I did not think there was hardly any. Once again, the law was embodied when and where you would have less chance. Thanks. To all those who have made it possible ... THANKS!

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it rains it rains the cat does not move .. is so. From the terrace of my den look flashes of light fall wet. I'm happy to go to this concert Sunday. I will not see a dick and I doubt you can appreciate the music itself. But it is an event .. fifty Italian singers all together .. I would not have believed possible, but no more than an interest. Women. Women. mah .. we'll see, and hear of course. In the silence of this front rain that slips down like the idea of \u200b\u200ba house. And I think the houses I saw in the world, my little turn on this planet, these places without a home but they were for someone. What is home? this word so hot, full, round, soft and safe, secure, your ... is a hug? is a dream? what? habit, illusion trap o. .. space and time is put together ... which leaves the heart, you said. I have several houses then. I have several hearts. Inside me there is one perhaps, but throw in a place that I can call home still think about it. I think a lot. That fear must ride but not ignored. And there is.

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out tonight I feel - said the song. I sit outside instead. T-shirt and pants I'm on the porch! I could really help me to poetry .. I take the fresh, as she said my grandmother. and observe. and listening. and there are all my creatures. And there's Cassandra. I think. I think a lot. I know everybody says, and maybe it's true. But perhaps there are times of the day when people have a thousand other things to do to not think while I'm not. If I do not think that I end up falling asleep. But if I think I fall asleep with difficulty. I think the silliest things, you know? I remember the moments as if they were photos. That time at the park in Ferrara. Or while listening to the rain from inside the car and told him: you see that God exists? I remember when I screamed like crazy and when I'm drunk. That I know it takes little. Well, actually what I do not remember because if I get drunk then I blacks holes in the head. The blacks are great holes assholes. Why do you give the illusion that you can pass the time without being there, so when you come back everything is resolved. Instead it is only when you get back that time is past, but your things are. I remember my first kiss and the first that I have given with love. Oh I remember the first time I hissed a tiamo. And the last. Then I promised I would not have ever said. Or heard. Because the end is a black hole as well. And when ributtarmici will choose to no longer to pass the time without me, but to travel all the way that only the brave, the strong and the insane can be traced. And it is that I greet you from the porch in his underwear!