Stop, look around. Stay still while the mosquitoes attack us and leave us less alive to seek comfort in a wicker chair. To order the same things that we drink from an entire summer, torn between the desire to continue this cambodian limbo for another few months and the desire to remove the double malt from our liver to the next hot 2011. For what, for nothing?
rough diamonds and teddy bears, lost at sea and made objects, which comb the knots are mixed with the lack of experience, oxygen deficiency, latent madness, dinners of fish that we do not do more.
Fiore does not feel alone but I feel the guitar that goes from one side and the voice on the other, whereas the wind messes up the cabin that we built across the beach, with pegs and sheets stolen from the house. Where the water is so clear that one can distinguish algae. What are so many who does not know which way to jump, a moment before breaking up under these variety thirty degrees. As we turn between vessels and not a word we say, and meet all these new photographers taking pictures of absolutely random.
The mill that I would be two or three at most and would have provided a free polaroid flash. The mill that I would do concerts wonderful aperitif and at midnight everyone home, I would like to remain in the mill that only spiders out. And in the mill that you'd like?
We are retouched by the way without realizing it, thinking about the places we'll never see and we could see, even if that message had been different, even if the hearts had not crumbled, but only if. Even if anything, moving the bed in the balcony because they are four in the morning and I'm glued to the sheets and the eyes do not want to close. But I write because in the end times change and the feelings and my precarious internal balance, but still me and I hope not to be always the worst on the field.
Look around, every now and then looked back, just to see what remained. To see you. And to see me changing a bit 'more slender, a little' less hot. Surely with that stupid smile that is only because you said you are a Paraculo. But thinking about it, could almost seem like a stupid smile of almost happiness.
many things to do.
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