religion there has never been for all those wounds left open on the bedside table before going to sleep. went away in silence. because they have no doors panic morgue. two different possibilities, as if I am not enough. I just thought the snow and foreign. to us that we never tame enough on the ice glass, all its clouds of smoke and the lights out. and then you could not tell me what I thought. could not be rendered harmless diseases of September. rate without a price. as if they sterilizing hands you I could dance on the latest agreements, without falling into silence with that hurt. without that then we had never spoken with eyes untied. So much that you could not tell me what I weighed. you could not make it undesirable as the morning of September. the rain that hard to get and hard to believe that hot. cultivating the simple trust without thinking of the return. then why not close your eyes. then why not ask the eyes . a lawn without stones. chest without a net. cultivating mistrust without thinking of the flashback. as if your diaphragm air could realize more and more. tired of us and the eyes bright and clear. others. full of expectations never satisfied. adventurers no evening. adventures, no thirst. without this meaning a smile, I turn to get you. without having to satisfy the most dream of your hair. and then wake up as a survived with broken lips. I would like to go to claim. but then returned to speak without demolishing the room. sit no longer wonder why no one does now some questions. and then I think about it too. then we find those memories without rehabilitation, which still could not walk. I stop him shout at me visto che tu sai dove venire a cercarmi. e lo fai sempre senza preoccuparti di dovermi necessariamente trovare cosciente. e allora inizi a pensare, forse, che vivere nel frigo non sia poi così stimolante. che i tagli non servono per respirare
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Saturday, August 29, 2009
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l'altra pace della sete
pretendere dolcemente che le ore diurne dell'inverno siano più clementi con le nostre aspettative. qua quanto è larga una stanza? perché non ho le tue distanze di seta. perché hai vissuto un giorno solo come le farfalle. le mani e gli occhi consumati in questa impazienza tesa e drastica. pensando al mare calmo di sera. pensando a qualche strada stanca. pensando alla nostalgia di scegliere con lentezza le clouds of paper drawn. your eyes as fences of time zones. like almost cut of time zones. the center became a dark beach with its sea and the continuous confused of days and regularity. your jumps on my uncertainties
pretendere dolcemente che le ore diurne dell'inverno siano più clementi con le nostre aspettative. qua quanto è larga una stanza? perché non ho le tue distanze di seta. perché hai vissuto un giorno solo come le farfalle. le mani e gli occhi consumati in questa impazienza tesa e drastica. pensando al mare calmo di sera. pensando a qualche strada stanca. pensando alla nostalgia di scegliere con lentezza le clouds of paper drawn. your eyes as fences of time zones. like almost cut of time zones. the center became a dark beach with its sea and the continuous confused of days and regularity. your jumps on my uncertainties
Sunday, August 23, 2009
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quello che è rimasto invenduto e una canzone per laura
reasons, can not exist only lexically "good" to forget. and survive to organ trafficking. even going in the opposite direction of things, without abusing uncertain terms. Public uncertain terms. or advertised along with a better perspective and improved our unfaithfulness to the line. while you went away way you went out of the ordinary concept of race. and also from that of the run. your elegance morning grabbed several times. therefore constituted an abuse of silence tells me eternal light and slavery bloodily suppressed. the de- treatment / disposal in "effect off course." timeless massmedializzato we will draw the best frames. the beds are really a square. even going in the opposite direction of the houses after the crisis. of nerves. the crisis of the eternal snows enough matches. hands clasped and cucirmi. to discover the color of sleep. hands close to the cushions. "Six inches" I find it funny. where remain spread your legs. where they can remain the same, but your legs. retaliation impromptu . eyes lampedusa no return
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the new economy. when you dive in September again. in me starless . Building unpopular. previous back to sleep afloat. that laura always reads aloud. and plan as to clarify and not get lost again. when left alone too wanted to escape. the ghosts that are drowning in your eyes. at night when your legs wore a flower and I fell in love in silence. life easy for the enemy and conditions. the force of a fist. provide balance between you and the cold of the open oceans. always at night you wake up. the gap between poetry without snow. italic photographed badly. which is beyond the train. a thousand times more. provide balance between you and the cold ocean and discovered more of their large rooms. "Life by the caresses" / "before you decline to more merciful." the ghosts that are not drowning in my bed most
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the new economy. when you dive in September again. in me starless . Building unpopular. previous back to sleep afloat. that laura always reads aloud. and plan as to clarify and not get lost again. when left alone too wanted to escape. the ghosts that are drowning in your eyes. at night when your legs wore a flower and I fell in love in silence. life easy for the enemy and conditions. the force of a fist. provide balance between you and the cold of the open oceans. always at night you wake up. the gap between poetry without snow. italic photographed badly. which is beyond the train. a thousand times more. provide balance between you and the cold ocean and discovered more of their large rooms. "Life by the caresses" / "before you decline to more merciful." the ghosts that are not drowning in my bed most
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
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"annebbierò anche i guai"
there are no notes or deadlines to be met. snow falls on the lawn naked. the flies die from poison wrapped in a strange pink. carved in the smoke room. The silence made city of machines and phrases borrowed from scenic but thick walls. that absorb as if they were made of fresh tar. your eyes fixed on our questions and I struggled inside me. stubbornly brake my race raping her fingers on the table. 's vacuum does not move for a month and it seems like yesterday. this does not work with our moist and dense fog. thinned with our walks. do not ask why, do not wait. remains to establish as your eyes close in a perfumed hug goodbye. and I think even the cold can stop you. and I think maybe even the summer two years ago will smile at more. and I think we are managing to open up as have promised for years. our repeated vivisection. our license withdrawn. the cool succor hand. without touching them. without touching your passive disasters that last two minutes. traffic of ambulances and the beds too short chase in your eyes. crossing your leg over mine. the thrill of an afternoon with the extraordinary . I miss the silence disarmed. as enrico gianna and we compare . a center on the world. a center of the world responsive to our questions. a center of the world reactionary. a temporary center of the spring leaves in the mouth smiles. Sunday is not also on Sunday. the rustle of the seagulls. and remember what you said. gas blue sirens folded. but not enough to heal. hours left sitting on a diet since yesterday. the right angle to surprise a sleeping anesthetized . splinters force daniele . the mess that smells and humidity. This fog, however, made up of words dehydrated. "I want and I can lose." alarms on purpose. born within us. there was born within us. the born within us. with broken bones. shave with the bones. hands hanging by a thread. born before the examinations. jackets too apprehensive about our small scale. prefabricated sentiments but bring roots. hands, surrendered before a shot without going through the street. our emoattività with caution. low price. Album of pier paolo smile sweetly, and I want to talk just for the event. least
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