Viola, light of my life, fire of my lombi.Mio sin mia.Vi soul-o-la: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the denti.Vi-o-la.
was Vio Vio just the morning, standing on its feet 68 with a sock in solo.Era Lola pantaloncini.Era Ugo at school and for goodness amici.Era Viola on the dotted line documenti.Ma in my arms Viola was always ...
I know ... no Lolita (maybe it's almost better eh ...) Nabokov did not speak to me in his book ... and I certainly was not the actress starred in Kubrick ... but so my aquarium be playing tricks on me: we are all poets and dreamers, hopeless romantics waiting for the perfect half and, while we're at, great kisser! (the idiot that says the mail is running!) and 'normal so that sometimes we play as great heroines of the past (or whores) strong women daring, the Valkyries of modern times ... I do not want to be a Panzona who rides a horse bareback half naked holding a bow and arrow, but I confess that, perhaps for too much television, I'm wondering more and more lately that I want to be a woman ... I'm not only anxious to see me in 10 years ... I'm just afraid to know! On Saturday I was told that the Viola and Viola, which has always ... who are so from elementary, by medium, and I do not know if this is good or bad ... because if I continue to be as I am (ie 10 years ????) I enlisted in the army or among the Red Cross, or a Mexican guerrilla leader, in Tibet, to fight for one of the many tribes in Africa or India, I would be stupid ambassador of my country somewhere, I would put up a center for orphans in Brazil or a small house for the rest pretty expensive ... I just hope, however, Vecchini be a doctor first, called Viola .. basta.Se point and then Alberto (daddy) will prevent me from killing myself in a remote corner of the universe will, however, the madcap in the maze of Italian hospitals, with a white coat to motos instead of boots and a shirt! Seriously .. apart ... I really think! In those 15 minutes by road to and from the station, anything goes in my mind: maybe just a CD, or a phrase on the radio to enchant me as un'ebete (not invest eh no ...) And I think, think, think ... like when I run or walk, or do your abs in the gym dead on the mat, or in the evening on television in his pajamas on the couch, under the hot shower, when I study or apparatus ... I always wonder if one day I will change ... if I succeed in spite of everything not to be embarrassed, confused, afraid, if I stop blushing like a child whenever he speaks to me, to shut up if I ask a question. .. if I can find a way to really see how, without jokes and raw, grow and make my way in life ... to be one of the women of my dreams ... I will always be up to Sabrina and Holly, the carefree Haudrey scioccarella and child ... that at the end, however, always has its "happy and happy "...
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