not believe it, but there ... unlike the great-grandfather (well known for centuries) pox (or Italian), this does not hide no sin, no offense, does not even require a shameful silence nor is attached and is fatal ... they have in common only the fact that creep suddenly the victim, except where this may make what happened (and regret it in a case !)... Many virologists speak ill of this autumn as a modern disease, attributed to a virus not yet identified. .. In reality, its effects are not only aches and flu season change: from infected individuals, before the bones, then the respiratory system, gets to the heart, nervous system ... and then stops breathing. .. Fortunately, only a few confirmed cases have led to this tragic outcome, usually occurs in milder forms ....
sole.Dopo lunch yesterday lacked the white cotton clouds are made of gray and swollen, also clear the smaller strip of sky blue ... I went with my mother for a ride in the streets ... streams of people to the ice cream parlor, shops open ... Finally at home on the couch, enjoying peace in the pain throat and cold ... I'm alone for dinner: a few bite of pizza, then I take the leash with her ... needless to say, "come" means just happy to see him go to the gate ... I go out with Telma .. . ... desert at that hour is all we move along the river, there is no one ... "you can do without a leash ... I looked at her: that damn leg will never heal, will limp along until the last day ... but she does not mind ... girottola happy with me, as not even feel the weight of years ... When I go back to the tee in hot, with the unnecessary leash in your hands: I spy explore every bush, every bench, in search of smell, his private pleasures ... 100 meters, not more, and out of breath ... "I do not watch it, come on, you should walk a bit "... I go up, you by my side: Do not take it anymore, I know, but it is not coming back, standing there with his tongue out to hear what I say, or simply the sound of my footsteps, my breath ... I do not run like before, do not jump, can not walk safely and shipped, and yet comes forward slowly, draws almost as if before a jury, next to me ...
watched the slow flow of the river, and then the street lights on the asphalt ... and I felt I had the sore autumn. For some time I had visited the mysterious illness, but I thought they were temporary and fleeting .... do not really have to build a nest to the owner, who would come to me as soon as possible to repair only the first cold ... last night I realized that there was: no sound, no warning ... It was settled, with the intent to stay for quite a while ... I walked with Telma: tired and my breathing was labored as her, aching legs wanted to stop for a while, but both knew that they would stand very still folded in a short time, making us fall ... We guardate.Adoro his eyes, because with that tells me everything ... and we went home ...
Autumn is bad, worse winter: the ways of hatred mezzo.Non is hot but not too cold; end exams but they begin classes, from the end of the summer but not half as winter holidays. Comes with its veil of melancholy to haunt , leaving only the hope that it passes quickly and painlessly and without ... always remember who we are, where we are, what we have or we are missing ... It is not a real bad maybe, but makes restless, unstable, nervous; deprives us of any minimum force, we get bored, there abbatte.Ci slammed to the ground exhausted as an old dog after a walk of ten minutes, which craves water and grass as those goods more expensive ...
this shit I hover in the head, smashing each other ... until I hear close the gate casa.Esce Fiammetta, comes to us. There alarm: brittle bones are strengthened, we are firm the feeble knees, breathing cadenzato.Lei open up his ears, he begins to shake wildly coda.Le run the meeting together, as it once was: the pain autumn pass, hours know ...
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