Yesterday was a day that looks different, and microcephaly takes shape binary between the pages of a TextEdit document layout with no frills and without details, while we fight and we make a toast with the mash-up of tea, or mash-up of you and me and talks about facebook friends that we have not. What posters are dead and I left them there, we're off to smoke a cigarette and when I speak I feel different, more defined. Ending up talking about how comfortable it would go around in a blanket. Finishing in the wrong voice when he tells us in the morning.
in a train that starts in the evening and arrive that evening is even more that it is almost night, left to look out the windows all quest'umanità walking, which is cold, smoking, kissing you, that runs to the bus stop, which goes down, they forget their umbrellas. Embraced in the arcades, this time we were there to pretend to get lost in Mascarella old. Although I have not had the strength to prepare the soup. Even if we turn to the bottom left unattended in the car and take us more harm than usual.
Yesterday was a day that looks different, but she went as usual. While suddenly began to snow too, which seemed in a storm. Instead, as often happens, half an hour later everything was back to normal. Outside the buildings, inside the buildings. And for once, we can not say that it is our fault, that we talk and we complain and stirring up the votes but then we lose forever. This time did not even need us.
And when people are tired, then reacts in a disorganized. Like us.
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