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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.

better come now, the air follows me. Inside my house.

Pokemon Silver Shiny Pokemon

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!