summer eh ... I'm not committing suicide .. what remains of these days and months when fishing is red, sweet and juicy and hard at the same time I am slowly tearing apart and devouring .. . I do not know how many fish I ate this year, walnut, hairy (true Gaia), yellow, white, more or less mature ... but this is different: you will carry away the summer ... that is why the " kills slowly ... savor every bite, as the moments that I lived, giving a sense ... and everyone knows that soon all disappear ... lie down in my stomach like every dear memory is contained in my head, but the idea of \u200b\u200bthis fruit so sweet, the scent will stay with me in the autumn, in the chill of winter, until next summer ....
few hours ago I said hello to the sea, the beach, my little house .... and now they are Quarrata, again ...
this morning, though stunned by the few hours of sleep, I made the jump overturned while returning to the village as soon as possible ... and now that there are, strangely, I regret it ... what the fuck am I doing here?
Sta resurfacing something under my skin, something I wish I had buried for at least a lot of time ... now here again: it moves like an insect crawling, making me itch, I scratch a nervous tremendous ... with sandpaper to make him stop, disfigured, the beautiful golden skin tear to view it gushes out with a gush of blood .... but I do not have the strength, I never had .... The strength, I believe, just be honest with myself ... I feel that within me there ' is something that must come out, but I can not pull it off, I do not know how to do ... probably has a name ... he always gives me anxiety, nausea sometimes, when you think you're not in front of a paradise and on the brink of hell .... there is no peace, there is a moment in which to say "finally" ... all changes in such a short time that you hardly know it, of ask whose fault it was, or what you've done this time to bring down another piece of the wall .. I know that many hands are out there ready to welcome me ... but I love her .... and not afraid to to my knowledge that I hurt them so I highly slam, and returned to bask in my many because ...
Maybe I just need to raise his head, still hear that voice, to drown in those eyes and that smile, be crushed by those arms .... even if it's really all that kills me ...
fishing is over ...
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