My feet are wet and cold, and this is a matter of fatto.Come my hair is horribly upset, sore muscles to the gym all the nails bitten again ... just decided to put away Le Superga (at least when it rains), the crown plate a minimum, to complete the grueling sessions with the dynamic stretching, to buy bitter nail polish ...
stanca.Stanotte And then I have not slept a wink ... I kept staring at the ceiling in silence, only the street light illuminated the black at times somber, describing disturbing shadows on the walls of a myopic eye as my templates appear as dark and menacing ... the brief hours of sleep have been disrupted by coughing, as if his throat prudesse from cramps, by anonymous dreams and aseptic ... It may be that between a nuisance and the other is thinking, but I do not remember a thing ... maybe the way I want ritingere room, how to find the money for those jeans that I saw, for anatomy ... or perhaps something I spaventa.Non I can get out of it, continues to make me cry, even after several months ... sometimes I feel fucking stupid, but really ... I end to fall and I fear it is the weekend to put it in crisis .. . What a disgusting word, then the odio.Ora which is on everyone's lips: from all sides are not that propinano catastrophic visions of the future, as if the only way out was a nice overall apoptosis, and spit on each other mercilessly, without offering acceptable solutions ... I like the feeling of being out of a closed stanzaccia and oppressive, shrouded in a toxic, foul-smelling smoke that has been soaked in the hair even after many washings ... Of course, like when you go to the disco: maybe go out, you seem normal, but if the day after you smell that bitterness is still there to remember last night ... What makes you isolate how much you cherish most, bringing you to cry in the shower, car, or with his face sunk in the pillow ... In the end you know it's not your fault, but you know better, you feel humiliated, as if I will finally open your guts and those were not liked, even had someone ... Maybe I'm disgusted as oil novo, only the connoisseur recognizes and apprezza.Un child is disgusted by his bitter and tangy taste from that dark green and opaque and transparent ... prefer the tasteless salad oil old ... who is not content but the taste more than once, in small quantities ... and knows how to tell you comes from olives which, when it was crushed if it is really virgin, where he was kept ... and ends up falling in love, to put it everywhere: on the rigatoni, on beans on toasted ... (on the buzz, like me!)
At least now I see myself in future .. . I will be oil! ! least Gildo grandfather will be proud of me ...
0 comments:
Post a Comment