Cyclic fall between your pages, and there's that post that intrigues me but I did not read it since. It 's a strange curiosity that still respectful, because before the settings blocking me and who knows how many others, I smile every holy time. Maybe because I never know if you ever talked to me or if it was only fantasy. Is it because now everything is brought to a level of exasperation over the top. Everything becomes more difficult to slip through his fingers, as if somehow we get at home that is almost morning, as if the key does not turn in the lock, such as when approaching their hands but the ball that comes out is not this great ball.
We are divided in various parts of that famous album, which is over a piece of cover is shaped like a plane flew on the Piacenza-Bologna, Cidda did such a pike outside the salaprove, custody crumbled into my bag of auctions and the other piece of cover I've slipped into a shirt pocket. We split a bit like 'we cut ourselves every day, throwing away and throwing away everything we built. Now we can really say is made with more conviction and we can say goodbye.
But then you know, just go along with the usual things and take the usual rain, just a little 'stronger. So we feel less stupid in one day and maybe the last we can not come home drunk. But then you know, when you can not convince, confuse and sometimes the best solution. And in view of the confusion over inside and out, I think I succeeded in full.
And meanwhile remains so, that I have a surprise for you. I told you to remain firm.
