here, still here ... I am against the clock, I'm here. beautiful .. this song is a little anxiety ... but we like it very much! I do not know exactly what I feel right now .. I got 20 to genetics (which might just be a fortune as the study ...!!); behind my sweet Telma is dying in the doghouse because he invested a bastard, but now there is no sun, among some is a repeat ... and I ate so much chocolate cake (it's the completion of Fiammetta!) that the belly is bursting ... and begging for forgiveness! ((It's actually a little bit that I already had a fight with my belly: I try to make it as flat and toned, sculpted beautiful, bitch the stubbornly ... popping in alcoholic Panzona. Ugh ..! So do as you wish: I eat .... so if the results are there same !))...
me, I still invent ... so the song continues ... and so goes my life in small steps, little by little, to walk again ... It 's like being broken femur, and then start rehabilitation and pain after walking ... with a leg that looks like new! This metaphor is a little pain, I admit ... but the only thing that comes to mind ... M 'should be taken out from the' hospital ', from that aseptic smell of disinfectant, the gloomy greyness of that air heavy (it rhymes!): to raise the nose to the sky and learn to breathe in the wind .. ..
I spent horrible days, closed in on myself: I knew that inside the filthy still shining pearl shell, but I was so angry with the world that preferred to fight alone in the wall instead of reacting ... Then I decided not Atlas : I have not offended me the great Zeus, and do not bring in eternal weight of world on his shoulders! I have not defied the gods, nor the fate ... I've just got to that place! And then I lost myself, as in all the best stories ...
The truth is that complain (even if not) I do not like: I'd rather go as far as possible from those who know, maybe deep in the woods, and there screaming and crying alone to tear his throat rather ... that bring me so, and always wait for aid, advice ... But this time was different: the wound is not healed only by disinfettante.Per how much care we put there, me and my friends, will continue to leave blood would be dead in the red dark of that vital fluid, hearing gradually fail if the forces ... I took a needle and thread (and courage) and, clenching my teeth, I had not closed ...
's still here: it hurts sometimes, and the scar will remain ... but maybe one day I will look with a smile. .. Surrounded by others that I will be falling, stumbling, running ... Nevertheless, I remained the fear ... but a strange hope, I thought the game, came back to visit me ... I massaged his shoulders, as the coach to the boxer before the fight: they are there in the corner, ready to feel pain, to mar the face, with its encouragement ... "many things are not dared and why seem difficult, many seem difficult only because are not you dare. "
I'm going to cuddle the Telmina ...
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