I stop sitting on a bench and I see colored grass around me. Everything seems mixed up, and nothing 'as I remembered it, I see the trees fluorescent colors agitated by a wind bubble. With
sneakers tinker a bit 'of land, which rises in a pink cloud.
The blue roofs of the houses seem to sag, the windows pointed out so many yellow eyes, an open terrace, and 'a mouth violates smiling, ready to embrace every possible presentefuturo.
No, I did not drink. No, do not do drugs.
E 'I changed the lens , today, now, and I see all colors with more' vivid impressionistic surreal ... in my way.
I have a smile stuck inside, I have clothes hanging out for years that do not dry yet ... waiting for the miracle, just waiting for the bus, convinced that fluke 'own here, 'cause it says time.
I would like to be on the brink, but I want to be with you .
'cause I know it would be fun. Meanwhile
appearance on the bench rossoporpora a friend who will not come '. Maybe.
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