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"Doctor I'm concerned." "Next to another! That sucks if so, when my mind begins to travel up to create thousands of stories, all right and all wrong. Who can know the truth? Not me, certainly, but between knowing and not knowing is always better scholars. Scholars, not in the sense that I'm itching and I learned. However, it is a bad bad situation, just for me, but ugly. And I'll have to answer sooner or later. Why is my mood can not be dictated by a handful of bytes. Today
dinner! What's cool when there are people at home. Then sleep because I have a wedding. No, I have opted for suicide, I'm still semi-free. The marriage of a friend. And for the first time after the confirmation, my convinced me to buy a suit. I wanted to come in jeans and shirt (for me the height of elegance), but after a long debate (bloody fight) both sides (my mother) decided that was the case of dress suits and ties (but you pay!). So after a long afternoon to make a spectacle to aunts, cousins \u200b\u200band friends, the second floor of a shop on Tuscolana I chose my suite. Black suit, striped, glossy, dark purple shirt and thin black tie. Very Morgan. And I must admit. I like it.

"They told me that a man should be faithful and should walk even if it can, and fight till the end ... but I'm only human ..."
Michael Jackson "Will You Be There"

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I write but it's not that he has great desire. Then I do not know what to write and it ends up that I use this blog as a personal diary pallossissimo. By the way, that happened yesterday was ... no no, stop. Should I use it as a subsidiary, as a block for my exercises. For example I could write a letter to a South American Dad unlikely that I have ever known. How to attack? Dear father? No. Maybe "Hola Santa." No. Better to say "very great piece of shit." Yes, and goes on to say "Fuck you and Carrà, that if you dare to bring you here I return to Bolivia to kick your ass." Something like that.
is the creative idea! The shopping list, but fictionalized. There was a After a liter of milk on a path of Cheerios Honey met an American Bread bag. The bag was very tired and was sitting on a jar of cream to milk. He was there crying and screaming pear juice "Pasta! Pasta: Do not take it anymore." Then ... Wait, how we put the offal of chicken? Not enough, that sucks. And certainly the use Baricco for his next book idea. Only that her seem cool.
Now I sit and list all the words that I know starting with "Y". So ... Ypsilon. Then ... There is also ... what there ... Ying and Yang as well then. Tie, we have three. Serious stuff. I could go on for hours, but no.
I waited so long, and I can finally begin to wait.

"Fear of falling in love too, do not say anything to not spoil everything. Wanting to stay and instead go it is a real pain ..."
Lucio Battisti "Fear of falling in love too"

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Afa, hot. Muggy heat, like a recent memory of horse manure. I melt in quest'afa cruel. Rome is a furnace, my nipples hot coals that consume the shirt. I fry the brain, saliva retires and holed up in my throat burned. Fermentation in armpits, sweat on my skin that dies with the typical friccichio some fries in hot oil. Steam-eyed balls soaked in gasoline ready to explode from their sockets like fiery darts. The ceramic skin glowing, bright red, gives off heat as a wood stove, I could cook an egg on her forehead. The fingers are spit on a burning brazier, an elusive King Shit, everything I touch melt. The mouth as a hairdryer, a flame breath of fresh hope that rejects any rest. The language dell'arsura daughter a few movements do not die every little grain. Dante's Inferno in the stomach of fireworks, explosions of all sorts is killing me from inside. Are weakened. I made the idea of \u200b\u200bwhat I'm hot?
Today is a special day. That is, every day is a special day, but especially today. Today is the anniversary of the birth a friend of mine. Yes, I know it says "birthday", but after hearing "birthday" what is cool? Ok, in short, was born 'this thing,' I'm regazzetto. Sympathetic way, actually a tranzollone. Tonight is celebrated (in so far) and tomorrow is another day. Obvious.
Can someone tell me where I happened to Europe's?

"Now I know that" love "is just another word to explain what I feel"
Europe "I'll cry for you"

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's the end? I do not know, I just know that the end draws near. Quiet (if anyone s'agit), I'm fine, at least for health. But I do not know what to make of this situation. I guess I have little hope, I guess I'll have to eventually give up. This is what I say, and that in my heart I know to be true in part. But you know how I did, stubborn and opinionated (and a bit irresponsible.) I waited so long this time, hidden in a corner quietly, not to bother. Because that's what I thought was right. I also tried to look out and see what's out there, but as soon as I left I felt too cold. A chill that told me that this was not what I really wanted. Now maybe it's time to go outside to check the window with my stupid smile and say "Hello! Do you remember me?". It 'worth it wait, and even if will not come from nowhere, I know that really was worth having waited.

" And now the end is near and so I face the final curtain"
Frank Sinatra "My Way"