I could tell of Paris, and I will 'sooner or later ...
than has been fascinated by this city in a different way 'that already' know, its inhabitants, its visitors ...
I could tell the skater who stole my eyes and they are not able to communicate more ' from time ...
And I will, 'if only I can stop to win the game ... mysterious object! , OP (see blog of ISSA)
I could tell you instead of yesterday, as his days seem longer and longer working hours', the demands of customers become more 'rare, candidates are even more' hard to find because summer holidays ... the face of the crisis, then ...
lunch we celebrated the birthday of a friend ... gave us a delicious slice of puff pastry (which, after the salad-that-I-doing-the-diet there is perfect, no?) And a glass of wine Zibibbo type ... and strong liqueur ...
Back in office, I have really struggled to keep my eyes open ...
In the evening, then a date with a handsome man, tall and fragrant, as they say the derelict ... there were already 'been other appointments, yesterday launched and I was very ...? Numb like a cooked pear.
And not for his deep eyes, no ... not even the physique of "facciosportdaquandoavevo7anni" ... even for the smile that lights up when the world explodes ...
's just the night before the likeable boy with a ca ... flight to do the next day they decided to just camp out under the window of my room with loud music until 4 in the morning ... Put the wine
'lack of sleep and have the result of my face last night ...
's why I do not understand how come when he asked me if I wanted to take a walk on the canals after dinner and I replied absently, "if you do not mind I'd rather just go to bed" he was able to misunderstand ... will have 'exchanged the eye ball and sleepy for a look languid?
fact is that the house and park jumps ... I do not raging idiots ... I know I find them all ...
's just that I do not care.
My mind is made by a person.
I realize that I have recently lost much of my rationality '... maybe I am relaxed, the posting of this office last week by a source of constant stress made me go back to being myself ... or so I find myself naked with my soul, feel the beat, beat, extending and stretching inside me lazy and voluptuous.
It 's a hazy cloud and ethereal, but the most concrete, emotion.
I let you go 'cause I can not help it, while the mind pulls the brake ... but every word, every smile attracts me to the edge of the precipice.
I know it's 'them', I expect. I could still avoid it, dry with a flick of the tail, leaving the reins to the brain that screams what the situation is similar to other already 'lived.
yet ... and yet, the fire. And 'them' in front of me ... I try and seduce me, I am enchanted to look at him, telling me that I can distract me when I want, which is not 'nothing that beats I hear are only echoes of the past.
is not 'nothing.
illusion, made to keep me warm inside. Without
for distraction, to change, to dream something that will 'never.
Why 'if you will,' will 'the wrong thing already ...' I know.
Gia '.
I know.
So what 'this heat? Thoughts become
laughter to his lips, words, jokes, us. We really work?
I do not trust.
of myself first and foremost.
a delusion, I guess that takes me straight to the nth (non-) relationship with the person not more 'wrong for me ... what I see, that never will be' mine.
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