like a fire that hate
but that does not turn out
Sunday, March 20, 2011
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THERE'S NO RETURN FROM 86
car, we proceed to the Massachusetts. There's music in the background, as always.
He drives with both hands attached to the steering wheel, his face is serious, deadly serious, so serious look like it was unaware of all that mass of land out there.
"You're a bitch. A bitch. And I've lost all this time I wanted to believe that at least good. Did you know spit in my face all the most terrible words I could not even make you hear me say account of what for me were terrible. Or maybe you did it on purpose. As you said 'I hope you're all right'. But all is well what exactly? All right after you came to tell me about your last fuck included 'thanks for listening,' after I said 'I love you' and I've said 'let's keep in touch'? I hate to waste. Spit on me all those things, but you have in mind that at one point took over the exasperation, that does not remain indifferent to all your stupid things, God knows what I like, but ... I do not want to hear. You're not my friend, you're a bitch! "
He went on that long road. With the background music, king for a day.
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Monday, March 14, 2011
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If the stars do not shine, the moon will not rise if
You are like a land
that nobody has ever said.
You do not wait for anything
if not the word
that pours forth from the bottom
like a fruit from the branches.
There is a wind that comes.
things doubly dead and dried
t'ingombrano and go in the wind
limbs and ancient words.
You tremble in the summer.
Land and death
Cesare Pavese
L 'art will save us, perhaps you will be able to do so. Let us change after a year has passed and the states of mind are always the same, the words are repeated, the heartbeat remained on the same rhythm. Maybe she will probably do well.
I do not ever forget that my heart is an apple, which are so full of crap that is why I am sure to love the .
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