... to night And we can trully say: we're toghether Invincible ...
When this keyboard is silent only positive omens. And when they reappear in the horizon of the Internet is probably something wrong. However, my dear readers, I reflected on the simple fact that they are essentially stupid. Yes, I dress because of arrogance, I challenge the world with my presence spezzante, and the first emotional attachment to me is sweeter. It makes no sense. It makes no sense because in the end are always and only me, no one remains, even those who say "I love you" then they go, and you invest, you cry and write you stick like a leech at all for the memories what? To feel bad. And being sick is an end in itself. I do not know.
But perhaps it's time for me to just enjoy, enjoy life that gave me new experiences, a pretty boy to kiss, a tongue to speak, and new books to read and write. Now all you have to suffer every time there is to say goodbye. Just goodbyes, only see you, just beautiful cards, only smiles and freedom from unnecessary jealousy.
It is also growing that I understand that there are too many things that escape me. So many that I started an inventory of what makes me feel good just to have a square where getting at when I come sballottolata by charming seducer who then promptly abandon you in the surf. According to my tables just one aspect josepine's father did not fit to be the perfect man: he was the lack of presence in absence.
Yes, because nothing was missing in his presence, but when it was here that disappeared from my own horizon. In practice the time that was left. And I loved him. So why am I so? Well ok, a greeting
Mari
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