Sunday, March 18, 2007

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I WANT YOU

I thought, I was thinking, I'm afraid once again I think you left the house, as usual: there something wrong.

as simple as that you can not.

There is something wrong, I feel on the skin and in skin and stomach and stomach. Wonderfully
irrrazionale already know that feeling. A few years ago, in an indefinite time now because maybe it was intuition proved so many times, as many times was choked, that did not really matter then tie it to a special memory.

There's all. These are things that if you can, if you will not ever be erased from your body.
something wrong and it is strange to see it happen in a moment like this simple and everyday.

I told you to go to our coffee after dinner and now I'm watching you drink your sambuca.Con fly naturally and without much enthusiasm about your job, your house, the people you are close. I think you could talk like me.Temo is also true. I imagined you, among many mornings a week, aim to prepare the coffee in the kitchen of your home bellissima.Ti I figured not to notice how nice it is to leave the shutters open to find the room flooded first rays of morning. I thought to mount on the scooter and do not enjoy that second pause at the traffic lights before launching into confusion. I imagined the look on while slipping with your books and your pictures with a glass of wine without thinking of something in particular, paying the slightest attention to the sensation of the tongue on the glass of thin glass.

Then I thought, sitting on a step, smile and do not take care of a girl in front of you. Try not to think of a look and a "yes" from the others.

I think there is something wrong.
Arrancar with his arms stretched out to someone, clutching his fists to not let it slip away something important.

call, hold and finally open his hands.
Here, all this for you. Seeing
divantare transparent, lightweight, thin all the sensations that had believed important because no one is watching with you, like you, with altrattanta passion.

be alone with the feeling of having missed the word adatta.Perdere qualcosa.Perduto not necessarily imply having a. Continue to fix
startled the palms of my hands I dreamed? See nothing, I hold nothing.

I want you.
I want you.
I want you.

Forgive me, but it is not true.

Wednesday, March 14, 2007

More Painful Gall Stones Kidney

# 3 # 2 I WANT YOU I WANT YOU

're back from a few days.
The cigarette smoke always the same.
Buffo. It seems that you've been away so much time and yet it is a matter of hours, if we want to see it in the simplest way.

know the drill: jump feel even the balance of my voice when we're together. If I
I really dare ask if there is still something that does not change for me when I find myself in front of you.

Do not ask me why I fear it is better that way.
I did not really hungry, but you should still continue to read the menu also funny that way all night if I could.

In fact if I could at this time would tend to limit possible until a second before it would break and that would change.

So it always happens: you get closer, until you feel clear, then that's it.

Continue leggere.Che I want you.
They are not even sure that these feelings are real.
the same in the end, all the time.

If you close all, close too. When he gets the cold cold water, always without warning after a moment where I felt one step away from you, I could not continue to have incredibilemnte want you without feeling alone.

Yet now I still look at you and it seems impossible that you short freeze me and everything.
every time I can not believe it, even though I know it will happen.

vanish and return, a reflux of emotions, continuous and timely so embarrassing.
Although unable to be stronger than your doubt, do not let go yet one parenthesis of time in which I may have wanted you. This

me I still hold on the skin.
things on the skin make the difference.

Join The Army With A Lazy Eye

# 1

Small yellow lamp-lit square in the center, when it is almost evening.

I lit a cigarette and I unbuttoned the jacket of jeans, releasing the colored stripes of the shirt too early summer.

I realized that he crumpled up the empty pack of cigarettes.

I turned to the store to see if I could the last few minutes I remained free to go and buy.

I saw you.
I looked at you.
I saw you again.

Just a few meters away.

I found your sweater around indefinitely for something that he knew that I was familiar.

I have returned in mind the words of a friend in Milan, one night before taking the tram with wooden seats: anyone can draw. Just remember that the eyes should be at the center of the face. Always. Otherwise, skip all the proportions and the natural balance of the image.

I continued to stare at my eyes, sensing that they had inadvertently left the center perfect, the ideal position and kept watching.

Against all resistance my face decided to tell you.

I want you.
I want you.
I want you.

is that I am hungry, eat something.

We continued to walk closer.