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 our license withdrawn.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 emoattivitĂ with caution. low price. Album of pier paolo smile sweetly, and I want to talk just for the event. least
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