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ghost somewhere over the rainbow


What 'the dividing line between being strangers and become friends?
What ' the dividing line between a simple sympathy and start testing real affection?
Me I'm asking a lot lately ...

A little 'revolutions in friendship, a bit' of disappointment ... maybe some nice surprise.
And then there's' this sudden beat that with me sometimes, I smile, I wonder.
These days I find myself looking at them as if I were someone else ... study my reactions, emotions, smile at the reflection of my inability 'to resist a smile .
I feel reborn and e ' it's all about something that is inside of me ... I do not know where to put a name, please 'and' without form ... and it 'hard to give him one, at least at the moment.

When is' the love that turns into a feeling ?
I did this' ... maybe 'a virtue, and perhaps' a limit ... but if I'm fond of someone I do it for real, in no uncertain terms ...
And that affection remains, after many years passed and trouble ... and 'them', in the background, waiting for calm to chaos passes and became quiet, like a sly cat stretches.

It takes ... there wants to make me say enough. For me to put a full stop.
The rope pulls, pulls, and pulls again, millemila times ... then, suddenly breaks. Maybe for a bullshit. And it is linked
more '.

Once you lose my trust and 'almost impossible to regain.

But today I do not want to think about this ... do not even want to think about the questions I crowd the mind, it 'doubts that incessant hammering ... I want to put it on OFF and listen to my neurons just the sound of lips that bend light.

Let me dream a little '... this and that at least' a beautiful dream ... : O)

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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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guess you do not know me riddle ...


Come on ... this' easy.
or not ...?
Anyways '... and the evidence' that would be very comfortable having someone at home instead of going out ...

PS: I see on August 1 as a mirage ...

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the voice of the night ... oh parbleu

The voice of the night ... The voice of the night
and 'silence broken by the sound of cars passing by.
The voice of the night and 'a manhole that wobbles, a scooter that goes zigzagging under the house.
and 'the whispers of the people under your window, that laugh, talk, tell you, heedless of the dark and the people who already' dreams.
The voice of the night and ' strong drive through the deserted streets lit up with flashes of orange.
It 's a series of songs that the shuffle of the CD gives you an emotion tied to each, a smile that verse forgotten.
E 'hookah' vanilla, smoked and chatted.
The voice of the night and 'waiting for someone about to arrive.
's the thought that instead send to those who will come' , but you wanted here. Would his hands and his breath , would like to learn to acknowledge his change of emotion without speaking.
intense and sensual kiss ever given ...
But tonight does not matter.
Tonight my smile and I give myself the placebo made of blood and breath, while you ... you're missing without knowing it.
Maybe one day meet you again '. O
I lose 'even I, who knows ' ...