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I lost myself

As night engulfs my hours spent

I drink your poison from cups meat

are perfect in the pain that overwhelms me

I'm lost inside of me, decadent in my breath 's love

I can not lose this dream

Your black clouds cover my personal light

While rising anxiety in a world that seems real

But it's just sad lie

I lost myself and I am afraid of being discovered

Yet your voice is sincere when oaths of love songs

Although the sun is weak I see you running strong

Embossing heavy footsteps in my old pain

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A Christmas ... but why?

What do I want this Christmas? So.

I had to buy a soft jacket, hooded buttons and no cuffs. I've got, it was enough to tell mom.

possibly want a cat with blue eyes, cuddly and sterilize. Still do not have it, but do not despair. I know my

Jacques and the voice, but this will not be possible if your not in many years.

I'd like to win lots and lots of money, but I never play. It 'impossible to win if you do not challenge your luck.

I explore the thoughts of some people that confuses me and makes me sick, but their walls are too high and I can not go up and fall down. I've broken all the bones now.

I would like a new government other than the usual ones, but I no longer believe in the sincerity of those around me, imagine that of the politicians.

World peace is a utopia, but also the crux of an incredible humanity, as we all want it.

Sometimes I think what separates us humans from the rest of wildlife. I'll never find an answer. Why

in a family with a majority of green eyes gray and blue, I am born with a common iris brown?

Why I have straight hair of my mother, her smile and her anxiety? And why instead I look to my father, his face and a taste of art? What unites me and my brother so much visceral, separating angrily and without reason?

What do they think those people I do not know how to stay close and do not exceed it themselves like I do?

Someone told me that they are strange, he was right? Then they told me the other people that may be true, so why I do not care anything at all except when she tells me my mother?

Yesterday I reassured him a four- years that Santa Claus exists. Why I'm busy so, since his parents gave him rudely away revealing a considerable nuisance to him? In fact I felt better talking to him, and that some 'scares me.

This year I do not want to make a gift, a gift to me is only on the teleprompter. For a person that I like and do not understand, someone who flies at higher levels than me only by exercising its self-centeredness, a woman who would not talk if I were not forced. I know that the nodes are all to a head sooner or later, I know that sooner or later the water floods the fields and makes a mess, if it continues to rain all the time. I just hope it happens as soon as possible to clean up and feel better, but not tomorrow. And even after tomorrow. Another day perhaps, but only for love.

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This is an evening like many others, torn in a winter that freezes well pages of the diary. Paola does not write, but a puff of a hundred or more pages written to tell a part of life lived long ago. Law without following a logical sense, munching pastry words almost no desire or intent. But one thing has already understood. Love is in the same every age. When the blue sky rumbled armored airplanes and the sounds of nature were too strong for the human voice, when you walk on my shoes and chewed holes in the yellow dust of the streets, when he was alive in the cold or sun burned skin without irritating , then as now was love. Ruthless.

was during the war. Too few could write and read those parts, and the men were due to leave for combat. What he wrote was called Mary Grace, a woman of about thirty, semi-educated and who were asked to send short love letters to soldiers of war. Is dictated them to him, just, including errors of diction. You, fat and ugly now already in there over the years having the time, he had nowhere to send their love, or near or far, because it lends itself without batting an eye, behind the fee of a few francs, with dozens of girls who came in droves, there were those who said all excited, even those in despair, but most had little interest in the fate of their husbands or boyfriends, and let the tube poet penned some verses of boring rite for all the same. The Germans regularly settle out of the country, and these foreigners blond and tall red lips, looking for warmth and tenderness between the legs of single women. Married or not.

Maria Grazia knew it and, in the pages of the diary, you could discover all kinds of intrigue ... she, meanwhile, continued with its office and wrote the now indifferent to what was very clear. Lacks a clear interest in the varied vicissitudes of loving fellow villagers, steeped in reality a complex feeling of envy that are transformed, needless to say, in a black sadness hidden pain inside himself. The poor woman was, in short, an erupting volcano that would be enough only a small gesture of love to explode. His only distraction were those diary entries, they now reluctantly Paola law, convinced that they understand so well already as we live and love. Why Paola, almost like Mary Grace, is a champion of women's disillusionment and disappointment, we realized this. Now back to that second night, free from the nagging demands of other women, writes a fictional love. It must have been blond and tall red lips like a typical German, you'd think, but no. It 's a bit short, stocky and black ... well, ugly using the usual parameters of aesthetics today. But the poor woman was too ugly, and he knew it. For this she was alone, not to mention the complete lack of charm of which he was totally unaware of being able to forge. Imagine writing to a soldier, yes, but poor sad and utterly devoid of grace as she is. They met in its imagination, and obviously loved each other like crazy. When he had to leave to go to war, Maria Grazia wrote passionate letters and disturbing, very different from the sentences that were sent dull, really, to other men. Unfortunately, the letters of Mary Grace, so true and overflowing passion, remained in the diary, paper and attached to its senses on.

Paola law now a bit 'bored, but sincerely disappointed and disheartened by this woman who did nothing but wish for a little' love. Yawning while turning the pages, until the expression on his face turns into genuine interest.

Man Maria Grazia they wrote, something in his life had changed completely. And for the better. The tone was cheerful and a male name appeared often in his words. Albert, Albert, Albert ... someone had discovered a man and, finally, started to love it seriously. But the last leaves are still different, because the paper knot between the fingers of Paola and the ink is smudged. These are traces of tears, those. Paola recognizes well. Know which has the consistency of paper when it absorbs the salt of the pain. It almost feels the noise, that of dormant and swallowed sobs not to be heard. The sound of solitude without hope.

And so, Maria Grazia, in the end went wrong. But I bet almost Paola.

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old to do something

Now these words come already tired

down from the lips moist and soft

Lacking intent, just to exist

Now you see this woman

languid and bitch

seems to have an intent

seem to want, demand, expect

Something

But in fact exists and shows

Just to be alive

something to serve, we must do something

Something for someone

To stop yearn and ill

Now these words have no meaning

born already dirty

devoid of love, only to sing

Now you see this woman

languid bitch

It seems that the amounts that you love, fraying

But actually trembles and weeps

Just to do something

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Biagio told me then got me thinking last part * *

If love is from heaven it rains, it rains for you

And if you look up, are the most beautiful things in the stars shine

The flowers are fragile and die in a flash, almost like the days of a lifetime. But if you look you know, if you touch them you know, give meaning to their short life.

These are some beautiful verses of the song Biagio Antonacci "Just two words."

I tried to tell. A say and tell, rods and sing. I'm not the most capable and it destroys me, I do not know what to do. I'm hurt. I need to write, because I speak like that ... I have no other means of communication, and now I'm like a desert devoid of vision, unaware of the reason that pushes me to be there right in the middle. Disoriented. A thousand words dart and push without getting anything, there is no outlet. I cry all the time and this is not in my diary, I'm not a girl and I'm horribly ashamed.

I'm not so, I have to write and to do so I need to talk.

I can not remain silent by convention, can not pretend any purpose and without sharp blades have always responded with wit and craft. I had my maturity, but someone pushed me back, I'm back baby to tread in the footsteps of those who directed me, but very badly. I have to lie to politely, please. Instead of me no good, I want to talk. If nothing else, because if the mouth is silent, the brain and the heart die in tears. Here you see, I got there ... this is what long-term plastered my inspiration. If I had not written, now so bad, I would not yet established the motive and the manner of this pain. It is possible that the lack of imagination come to hurt so horribly? It 'possible that it may be out of breath, which we feel excluded from a world once so warm and personal manner so cruel? Devoid of inspiration for so much time that I trust more in a possible solution, arid and flat as a slab of marble, pale as a hazy sun ... I'm this, I now? And just because I can not speak.

To maintain good relationships, politeness, courtesy, I racked my brains soul to grumble possible answers and possible revenge, seeking feverishly in a name list of someone who can listen and share with me poison and malice. Most fly to another solution ... I am perhaps too lonely? And this is no remedy? Before writing, to gain affected eyes that tell your ears as possible to explain where to find pleasure through me first and then to your liking. Without any payment, no security, torn between poetry and narrative, dramatic dramatic and passionate love. I found someone to satisfy even my mother. But now what can I tell if I'm that bad?

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Andreina Andreina

the evening in question was really very cold. Andreina arrived at the abandoned house where Antero, his artist god of love, portrayed almost every day using strange equipment and artificial lights. Shortly before the shooting he covered his head and shoulders with a black glaze, which was abandoned when a makeshift wooden table. He entered the room, noting that, once again, Antero had requested the help of another woman. A beautiful girl like her, with the same eyes and the same black hair and shiny. Big white breasts and hips, curvy in every corner, as he wanted Antero. In these cases, the beautiful Andreina did not feel at ease. Maybe because that other models, but never spoke, or rather, the team from head to toe always embarrassing, or because she herself, with no real experience of the world could not stand the competition. Could be responsible for these good reasons for his embarrassment, but deep down she knew, without even admit it to herself, what was the truth: the worm of jealousy gnawing inside, Antero to hear praise and boast the curves of a body that does not was his. When touched with the hands of that other soft thighs, to indicate a better position into the scene, while charmed with her voice deep and persuasive. Andreina, quivering, waiting for him directing his gaze to her seducer, we put it all, with the moves and the eyes, to attract to himself more and more. Not really change anything from the day before, if not love against which increased steadily.

That evening, however, was different from the usual. Antero continually addressed the shoulders, busy with all his mischief on the great artist, and almost not even said goodbye. The coal stove, usually always on to heat the large room, was gray and black that seemed to convey so much cold air instead of the usual warmth. Chloe, the other model, spoke to her, perhaps for the first time since they were known, and even smiled. A cold smile and inviting, something that had much to do with a possible trap. Nothing you can trust, this suggested its primordial instinct of a woman. Excitedly, the photographer asked her to relax and get on the platform that served as the basis for the cameras and in which, day by day, were placed chairs or a bed, according to the monotone of the alleged inspiration artist. Andreina stiffened. It was not like he was going every time, something strange was happening and the situation did not like. Despite the warmth and closeness that it has received every night by Antero, she remained a country girl, naive and fearful, so it occurred to her to ask for an explanation of the unusual coldness and severity of man. We remained very ill, that's all, while growing resentment against Chloe posing as a friend without actually be. She put her behind a screen improvised a tent crumpled and dirty plank hanging from the ceiling, and undressed. After that went sadly on the platform and, along with Chloe, he wrapped a long pall of white tulle around a body part, while Antero positions on the legs, hastily and without the usual precision, from which hung a long wire and rhinestones fake pearls. He gave the latest information on the correct positions that the two models would have to take, she covered her head with a black coat and snapped. Fast and furious, that almost seemed to not see the time to finish his work. That evening, not even a smile, not a gleam from her beautiful deep eyes, not even a compliment or a boast. Andreina almost crying he was so frightened, and he expected almost never see him again. He felt like a woman betrayed. While saddened, held back tears, he suddenly threw open the front door. From the street came four men and Antero, quick, vanished. Chloe gave her a last look sharp, a cold smile before the beautiful face of the porcelain and languidly, opened his arms turning to a voluptuous embrace intruders. Andreina, after the initial scare that led her to cover its forms with transparent tulle, tried to hide behind the curtain with the intent to dress quickly. Did not have time to get a hand snatched the strong arm making them ill, while the laughter stripped the poor even more than it already was, and exploring its many eyes hideous intimacy without restraint. Chloe put his cold hands on the shoulders of men asked to leave without resistance, but Andreina, shocked and humiliated in the very deep, tried in every way to pull away from that horde of wet hands and lewd. But could not, had to surrender and bend their bodies to their fancies hit and scratched in the skin and soul, turned their eyes beyond the open door that led outside and saw Antero. Standing, stiff as a cod, watched the scene without moving a muscle. He looked inside inside as he had done many times before, with His intense gaze that evoked the rural scenes lived, patches of mossy woods and running water ... and animated in a thousand lives that look, now that was lost and went back on his feet. Antero abandoned it. While bleeding from the mouth and body, Andreina saw him leave with the joy of a better life.

the end

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Andreina started his day very early in the morning. It was just sunrise, when he got out of bed, and almost never had dreamed. The mattress was semi hard, gray sheets and pillow just so undermined that she too, was asked whether he really slept. Despite the urge to go on a break that seemed never to have been started, every morning he got up quickly and went out to wash in the bathroom outside the house. He must do more that ten meters of courtyard to get there, trampling on hard earth and stones adorned with tufts of wiry grass green. The water wash was useful to be pumped over and over, up from the well. And it was cold. During the winter his ablutions were svelte and free of thoughts, because if he dared to bother trying to commiserate with her beautiful body cold, probably would have frozen to death. After clothes and blankets as possible, proceed to comb the short black bob. Only then would forget the rush of the moment. Closely with the comb in hand, and lifted up his head, his eyes crossed themselves in the mirror of the cabinet, and all improved. She was beautiful, Andreina, and liked it. Unfortunately, the reflecting surface was imperfect and almost wave; move seemed to see the reality behind it in another dimension, she was so moved, but what was flawed at the moment, the evening would have changed for the better. This realization made her joyful smile and go on the spartan dressing, now all taken in an effort to smooth and make it even more beautiful for her short hair. A drop of colony behind the lobes and between the breasts and then off to work in the fields.

was one of his officers, the former, which ensured a good reputation. He picked potatoes, tomatoes, vegetables of any kind earth gave birth to much of the morning. After a frugal lunch offered to her by a factor, he would return home quickly to give themselves a second wash and change clothes because it was time to look after the old neighbor. Which, still married but invalid and too senile to be able to enjoy the company of her life partner, called for an hour or two of young company. Chat, gossip a lot, a series of stories that were invented country ruthlessly order to satisfy the curiosity of the elderly woman, then she was finally free to devote herself. In fact, for the rest of the day, Andreina worked as a model. Turned into a statue for a few hours springs and languorous curves that lent its objective of a photographer, artist proclaimed at the first meeting but that she did not know much more.

The unvarnished truth, just like her when she met him, was that it did not matter who it was that man. It happened almost every night, just before the sky and when the coals imbrunisse invaded the horizon, and every time she saw only blacks thirties with a mustache colored eyes upward and river water. Dense, shiny, punctuated by reflections of the river bed in which he played as a child. Green stars and brown pigments that perhaps lurking dangers, but they were so beautiful to watch. And believe sincere. He delighted in the delicate flattery, each time as the first, stroking of praise with and without hands, his tongue was smooth in weaving imaginative and seductive and she compliments the beautiful Andreina, was now completely in love with this perfect stranger the face of a musketeer. He did not know, however, what love was, and thinking of doing everything well, I think I deserve those honors only for its beauty and certainly not never caught.

The artist never asked for anything in return, so that Andreina never lived this dream a woman without feeling guilty or used. But some in the village knew and reported to someone else. When she was bent in the furrows of the fields and in the meantime, she smiled as she slept the few hours that his senses left her breathing regularly while he lived his life trying to improve it thanks to this wonderful work that really made her feel valued and ... the most beautiful ones began to speak, is, to invent and embroidery. His photos circulated from hand to hand, in fact, and this made it prey to that lustful desires.

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clothes hanging

are rows and rows of clothes hanging.

what I see, I mean, when I look out the window of my upstairs bathroom. Three courtyards that touch, fit for a long time now, and you know it.

In one of these wires are bent, weight shirts and pants boy, faded jeans and outdated that they have worked, and women's underwear-free grace and mischief. Create a curve that seems to lap round the ground and run from the house wall to the wall of separation that lies behind it. On one side of the empty seat of a car, in the chimney of a high oven.

other wires in other homes like this that he decided to keep them between two pillars, thick skirts and tops and pants for men of all kinds. Run the wire parallel to the wall of his house, so close that I wonder what happens if the wind gets up. In front there is a garage below the collection.

My are angels.

sway my clothes, imperceptibly, moved by the warm breeze of this unusual evening month of November, are sports jerseys, overalls, shorts and long, colorful sheets of both sexes. Dance hung two steel wire as taut as the strings. On them white yellow and blue butterflies prevent him from falling down, or fly away. Joining those neighbors.

The atmosphere is quiet, calm the heat of an unusual sun laughs mockingly at the time that was yesterday. My lawn glows green, my car shines metal with him and them, dancing all the time. But so much light that it It does not seem real.

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the park

first few nights he was at home in front of the fireplace to watch TV and warm hands stiff with a nice cup of steaming tea. That however, was under a black umbrella to shelter from a heavy rain.

The cold air almost hurt the nostrils, it was so clean and fine, while the ground was wet with relief out of his black shoes hiking. He walked slowly, as an idler, even had a date in that respect campaign that increasingly resembles a swamp green and black because of bad weather. Left behind imprints of soft mud engaged in an attempt to trample the shallow puddles, often without being able to avoid them. After a short ride so bumpy, was in view of the park, where stone benches and tall trees dripping incessantly like the black clouds in the afternoon. It was impossible to sit and wait for someone to stay in that place was crazy. Instead he felt like he could bend over to get himself to the heat that was enough to indurgli courage and patience and, at the same moment, a sudden splash and light from behind him, called him back to attention. Face, a pitiful whine accompanied the sight of a puppy dog, completely drenched in rain, which wanted to get close to him understood, however, for safety behind the stone base of a bench. His eyes were as bright as the reflection of the hair wet. The little he needed to be helped, but then turned away again and a muffled trill his attention. It was the phone, put in his coat pocket, which announced a text message revealed by a small letter in the flashing display. Insistent. And worrying.

If you get a sms when you are in a park alone and deserted, while the sky pours all the water on earth and kept it for millennia, especially while aspects to meet your ex-wife, with whom it seems that the reports are being, perhaps, to renew or mend, well, things may not go your way.

The dog continued to rub the hair in the rasping of the stone bench with teary eyes turned toward him, but the sms was undoubtedly an urgent priority.

Finally read the message, then smiled mockingly. The irony was directed at himself and had the same value as a punishment, like a lash in your hands for stealing, if we want to avoid comparison with a bullet to the head for killing. Maybe your wife.

He put the phone in his coat pocket without much thought, and closed umbrella. He threw it on the bench and started soaking wet with rain. Perhaps, drinking water directly from the source, namely the angry sky that night, he wanted to erase from memory the words that had just read is indeed a great disappointment ... the renunciation of his former wife, writing "I am very torn and confused ... I'm sorry, I need far more layers to understand what I really want, the more bitter than he had ever thought. After separation, years later, in fact, was able to accept it, but since she had reviewed and as soon as she had so much closer together as suggestive since then had again lost her head for her and her short blond hair. Hair as a child, as her saucy, big blue eyes that seemed to inquire into the minds of those who spoke. He liked to put his fingers through his short hair, ruffled a bit 'and get them to play and loved to laugh when she suddenly showing the entire world, but especially to him, the whiteness of her perfect teeth. What happened during the past life together, which had destroyed their relationship? Needless to recall and looking for one or multiple responses, perhaps vain attempt because, after all, the only thing that united them was physical attraction they felt toward each other. Strong enough to temporarily cancel differences in the past he had strayed. But this time, was the last. If the promised himself, and his coat became heavy and annoying enough to get him to remove it. I swore to himself, now that his shirt clung to his chest and shoulders. But I doubt it, too, and finally, when the rain joined in her tears of anger toward an indistinct responsibility.

He opened his eyes, hitherto kept tight with his face turned to the hood of the cloudy sky, feeling the dog's body that is rubbing the leg of his pants ... I saw a small, desolate, aim the nose at his mercy. Finally he managed to overcome fear and intrepid, had approached him for help.

had arrived so time to retrace his steps. Shooting coat and umbrella to move towards the path from which he came, taking the cotton out of breath from his right arm and chest soaked. However this time was not alone. His trembling little friend was trying to show him all his gratitude, and perhaps understand it, continuing to lick his hand quickly and watching with curiosity and good expectations. In return, he hoped that the warmth dall'esserino confident that relied totally on his welcoming arms, was in fact a new beginning, a new departure which would lead to something good.

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A train

The metal bench where he sat was cold, logical, as the month of February. And the color was gray, not the bench, but air. He was at the station, watching the gray air, suspended while waiting for a train that was late forces or maybe not, almost could not remember the time of departure. It was there already for quite a while but only recently decided where to go and the ticket he had purchased with hesitation, as every time who was in having to do it: he felt obliged to make a decision, but at the same time driven by the desire for freedom that attacked like a wild beast in those moments. Some mysterious moments whispered "you see ... is what you do." Even when she did not. So here it is sitting slightly shaking from the cold, at 10 am, when the station that places little frequented, except by students and workers, was nearly empty. He brought his gaze on one of the many clumps of grass between the rails, metallic and semi-burnt, thinking of what would have been different at other times of the year. The rocks scattered between the rails and over the tracks themselves, a sad and desolate countryside. Sleepers, solid and well planted, the length of the rails, the void around them ... that, soon, he would become darting, was a flight, he would lose the current size of the sad and melancholy stillness. Go.

This took it, the desire to go remote. But did not really want to do. Move and walk, and change things to look at faces to see, people to talk to. Although this was not, in fact, to urge them to move, the very fact of being able to breathe new smells of people, the thought of being able to hear different voices from mouths ... perhaps more interesting to decide not to have to, if she did not, was an irresistible temptation when he took it. Had happened very often that the lure to drop everything and leave came after a bad fight, or a delusion, or simple boredom of everyday life. But in those cases was stopped. Stagnant with the same mind lucubrate fixations of all time, to turn and turn over the desperate reality of not being able to get out. These were queues at the counters of railway stations abandoned, dusty and frightening ... these were trips that could not be done, because they lack essential element at the start: the intent.

While this time, she sat at the usual bench, waiting, because during the night someone had gently suggested it was time to go. It was time to take advantage of the opportunity to be alive. He had his feet a half-open backpack decorated with leather fringe and frayed, with its top open, seemed to have a baby next regular who did not let anything, not even during his short trip. Instead the only thing was that every time the company was this old bag. He smiled, however, there was still so fond of and hoped would last. The whistles of the train reached the distant but clear.

So he rose from the bench, mending his coat and pulling down his hat to protect from frost. He picked up the bag and closing it for good, after placing in the right arm as he did when he was a student, went to the track that interests you with your hands tucked in his pocket.

After only ten minutes already traveled. He felt light and smiled. He wondered whether, in fact, happiness was just that.

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Argentati
water jets gush from a fountain,
penetrating the air upward and arch as

rainbows coloring the sky of our future,
joy that regenerate our souls
plunging his eyes
greenery of this park,
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while overflowing in rivers from our hearts in love,
is wonderful to listen in
exaltation of our feelings,
because we are two beings
now merged into a single person
that shines like a diamond in the ring
of our union.

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Black

sparkle and shine

Thousands of colored pigments decorate the wooden table

Green and White hope candor

Blue is the abyss while the Orange seems faded

Celeste There's infinite and the Red Heart

missing seems to me only black ...

the color of terror.

Between my fingers is experiencing a brush with soft hair

throbs and quivers, I hear him panting ...

see who wants to do!

First caress the brilliant white creating desired peace

dips his head so stained in green

fades But without wanting to drop the artificial turf

Without waiting for dips in the blue,

becoming turquoise gemstone

But sailing and sail-like ship lost

Dark and deep down into the cobalt sea

Scared emerges accidentally touching the yellow of the sun lost This

, lonely and jealous, gives him a bit 'self.

Again turquoise and precarious, only a moment's delay,

And brush your hair falls down

A caress what he paints good and which is often fire like passion:

The bright red, that is, the heart.

But, alas, ill join many colors

Such colors do not live together so Possoni different are

It seems that ever saran happy.

From this mixture created so cheerfully

born indeed a bad grain:

is of darkness and mystery,

evenings without moon and stars, the sad tears and endless pain.

But jumping on the brush!

E'invece succeeded,

created the shade trying!

represents sleep and rest,

calm and quiet,

the clear night after hours of work;

it is also the color that cancels the glow liar,

its him ...

Black!

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BE ONE THAT YOU DO NOT KNOW ........

When
girl wanted the love of a father, I smiled
peaceful,

take me by the hand to walk beside him
and that was following me with his eyes
if I ran on the grass,
or that take me to the circus to enjoy an incredible view

behind a clown .....
growing desires are transformed,
no more than a loving father,
but a man of strong and caring
whom I could fall in love every night

to lean on his chest, feeling his muscles bulging

fatigue and falling asleep to the beat
of his heart like a warrior who faces life

without armor.
Ah .... what a sweet feeling in my chest I sleep

man that smells of authenticity,

with the purity and sincerity of a child, but
all the warmth of a true father.

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FRAGILE

A small glass ampoule
are you my love .....
fragile because you were so inflata
since the day of your birth.
're as transparent as the sea water
to show all of your beauty.
Your content is more of a magic love potion
........
sweet as honey, acacia,
you contain life ..... love the good
deeper
soul and that's how I treat you
now I understand that I must take care of yourself
as something precious and rare but also very fragile

protect you from everything and everyone
as would a mother with a child.

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that I've always lived
waiting for you and your smile
feel for a moment imagine that
meeting was only a dream,
a cold shiver runs through me from head down leaving
thrilled.
For love I have for you
gave life to my life
lit up my eyes and made

precious every moment of this heart that beats for you. Now that both

savor the taste of the food of the gods and live just fine

emotions we are left only to promise before the Lord our God

each other that we will be forever putting

the final seal to the scent of orange blossom
on this great ....... great love.

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Orange flowers

scent of orange blossoms to seal a love.

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Your soul afraid
chastened by the events, the wind had given

his cry of pain, my soul instead

tired and dissatisfied,

scanned the sky waiting for a sign, the receptivity of our hearts

did the rest of the work and now
love hath been revealed
in all its magical beauty,
our corner of heaven but
covers every now and then dark clouds, then promptly lights

the return of the sun that warms the heart
. We open our arms with confidence

grind our armor,
because today is a new day and its effect
melt
forever our fears.

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NEW ONE LOVE ONE DAY OF OTHER TIMES THE SUN

My voice is trembling tonight
but my heart is happy,

me tell the story of a love of times past,
between two people who now
there almost hoped.

After half a century of life at the same time, we are

opened their hearts and were overwhelmed by a cascade of love
.
An angel flew in the sky,
took them by the hand and led

each other for the fulfillment of their happiness,

suddenly stopped begging for love,
broke the solitude, have begun to
live, are now

one breath that it will warm their souls,
forever for better or for worse,
until the end of their lives.

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I do for you, as a swollen river burst its banks
I have my insecurities, I have made great strides


in your direction to connect with you,
now I can touch the soft silk

that surrounds your every word, I can hear the melody

that spreads your soul, now it's back

the sun with its light and warmth in the sky of my
life, because now I listen inside

and I am not afraid of my fears.

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The sun is life

The sun with its light shows us all that is hidden in the dark.

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This

is a time when your body rests his virile presence

your flesh so strong, increasing the magnetic attraction

This

is a day in my heart that you can not stay

Both are great, so powerful that if you want to pulverize my whole universe

* * GiorgiaM

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Today for me From a photo

I looked at the photo of a friend sitting in the company of a stranger in a Sardinian rock somewhere. Wearing a short tee dark bare arms and rests on his knees. He smiles and hugs him a bag of black leather. He smiles and his arms glow in soft and freshness. I seem to feel the breath of fresh island breeze, I imagine the smell of wild and humidity of the rock on which they decided to rest. I remember the freedom of those arms, and mine.

So, while me my heart, take the instinct to stop the tears. I close the image on your computer and open a web link that takes me back to an endless stream of movies. I decide to start a title from unreadable, directed by Franco Battiato. Frank Sinatra the singer? Be that as it is pretty stupid, too quiet. A woman who appears to the director or screenwriter lives his life in solitude. Echo the noises of everyday activities, by taxi it takes to go home, to yoga class that does not make sense so it makes me a nervous, eating dinner alone in a house absurdly large and modern. An American company, made for people who want to live in the multitude.

sounds the alarm for 7 and I get up from this chair is too hard and uncomfortable that keeps me company for three years now. I get up because I'm hungry, and although it is not my habit, I decided to have breakfast. But, as I walk, I see a pile of shirts thrown into the floor, close to the first rung of the ladder leading to the ground floor, so remember that at least I've got to do. All in all it's useful, it has always to do. You know, a shirt ... maybe you can inspire a button bobbing like your life, or a thread that runs from the tissue impertinent as your man, maybe a spot tenacious and persistent that reminds you of yourself. Everything leads to a metaphor, just grasp it.

The first thing to do, however, put the clothes in the washing machine before my fellow occupying the bathroom to wash and go to work. A language of thought touches the hassle of work on Saturdays, but then returns to his quiet place, the palate of consolation, as I remember that after all was worse than me when I was working on Saturdays and holidays. Every day and night. I fill the washing machine and go back to pick up the pile of jeans. How many are. So when I think of my grandmother, and grandmothers of others, went to the river to wash clothes. A when they were forced to use the ashes of a substance and can not remember the name to remove the stain of urine from clothing of their fathers, brothers and husbands and children then. Often the committee had to wash for the other families, perhaps to earn a penny, or more likely to make some favor ... when everything was based on giving to receive, although it was much harder, it was altogether too simple. Now, without money you can not do anything. Now almost does not let you save more than making you work from you, because risk your safety and your life. I say it is not fair, is not correct, not human. The rules are necessary because they can live respect for others, but when these are too many, you may live in a cage by the bars of glass which does not seem to be. But always cage.

As for the second time I go down the stairs, known that the green plant is the third step down from agony. I remember him put the water, yesterday ol'altrieri. Or three days ago. It is also true that during the winter, water it once a month with no consequences, but now we are in summer and summer's here is suffocating. Dry branches and soft touch the step above, surrounded and partly hidden by the strong and fresh. I believe it is necessary to remove diseased branches because now no longer living.

Check the bathroom and washing machine active, noting that the bin in which you pour the water softener is free for a few days ago. Evidently hath been adjusted by myself. Open the refrigerator to get something to eat, but I find only two plastic bowls with candy bars that are made by the birthday party held last Saturday. It's also made plenty of other stuff, which is divided between friends and family who have wanted to accept it. The bars were ugly as gifts, are turned white due to the low temperature of the refrigerator. I take a piece and send him down without asking if it is dark or milk.

goes back to sit down at my computer and decided to open word, just to try. The disappointment is already aware: I can not think of anything to write, nothing fancy, no longer takes the internal language that speaks to me inside, even when I'm sad. Now, when I'm sad, I am also so angry that I could not think clearly. I am not able to get away from my emotions, totally absorb, so it's safe to say that they encompass me. Are completely obscured by my feelings, especially the negative ones. Good or bad, first, I could use them somehow making me inspired for small events, but now I'm fine if I do not think there is reason to tell if I'm wrong and I can hardly breathe.

few days ago I decided to do as a certain friend of the blog he writes very well and has already published a book, she recounts the events of calm, quiet, moments that can happen to anyone, and does so with consciousness. I mean ... are not really explain exactly how, I just know that she can write about a woman walking on the shore of the sea without turning it into a mad woman of passion or a thousand-headed monster or a child in about to kill his mother. I tried a few days ago, as I said, starting to tell a girl that is beautiful in front of the mirror of his old grandmother for about to meet the boy she is in love. Without describing the passion and ardor, sex, or hatred, resentment or martyrdom. A simple girl, very young, who may not know what the passion.

I continued grinding the mirror, making him bleed, stunning the girl who finally sleep ... sleep a life unlived, that her grandmother never knew that proves slaughtering unconscious.

You I would say, you write well, everyone has their own style. Or would you think that, very simply, I can not write. I'm not capable. Or I can not live, but maybe it's what I think.

fact is that the photo is everything. It contains what I lost, that I'll never have again.

* * GiorgiaM

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A covenant with you I want you

few hours after feeling like a twisted words transparent threads of spider were so precious and delicate, I love you so much that I do not even understand how true it is, your breath air and I look like my astonishment that you understand it. I'm crazy.

I realize just now lying in the quagmire of loneliness for a long time, only now my conscience is born they really are crazy in love with you baby. While hating your poisoned words that I shake my breath and throat squeezing me dry it up and suck the intellect, after all, I love you so as to be willing to spend every night in tears. So I propose a deal: I change into tears for no bother for just a little pesarti but rarely, when there will be escape and I'll get off for you to simulate freedom of the soul.

GiorgiaM * *

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I will try

you endlessly try

leaping over possible

I love you madly

absurdly

excavation nell'inverosimile this

imagine the gleam of your eyes

to look inward, to love me like never before

feel your lips moist

voluptuous pressed into my mouth

I fly constantly

I sailing on your thoughts

I seek and desire you

I broke my heart when you're away

knowing that you're near me

erase the past that I was wrong

knowing that you are no longer my

standomi even close.

* * GiorgiaM

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dream for us

dream for us ... ..
a ray of sunshine
the way that illuminates us,

an enchanted forest where walking hand in hand in silence

look and smile.

dream for us ... ..
a life in harmony with love
to warm to his warmth, a home of our

where every single object
speaks only of us
no more ghosts of the past.

dream for us ... ..
serenity of old age

helping each other with love and dignity among

many years I would die in your arms
because my soul belong to you.

dream for us ... ..
because life without dreams is nothing
and even if the reality
is hard for you I will live every moment
to realize our dreams,
you who are my real dream
'll always be my first thought.

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For Mary and Emanuel .....
this is the sincere wish for a couple
friends ........ that deserve
really great ....... but a lot of happiness'.




a happy couple


Breathe in this air
new and fragrant, bright light illuminates

your tender face, a tremor
sweet embraces you, love
has chosen you among so many true and deep feeling

feel that emerge from the heart
has caught your eye,

accept it with confidence he will guide you from now on for the rest of your
days.
When true love is manifested
has overwhelming strength
that involves your whole being,
you respect it always

treat it with extreme care and he will make you a happy couple.

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my dignity '


As a child I learned to prostitute my soul
to receive some 'affection, love
I begged
women's arid feelings

I balled my heart like a sheet of
paper and I threw in the trash of life.
I made a huge error
I walked on my dignity,
now recite the "mea culpa"
but the anger inside me that anger still pent

I decided to delete it forever,
be a sponge on past.
Now think of myself more and
with you because you are my light, beautiful

rebuild the castle that was in my heart when a child

dreamed of a love like yours, now that I
are you in my life
there is only room for
all those things that will make me a worthy man, with a new dignity and


days I will pay you all the love you give me, thanks for opening the

my eyes to see my true dignity of man.

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NOT' IF STATE

If I'm lost in your eyes with one hand and

I touched heaven
was not a matter of chance.
If for some 'you I've become and constantly


forever my lady was not a matter of chance. If you did


a miracle in me and made me feel alive and real

was not a matter of chance.
If love hath begotten us again and we saw


again the light was not a matter of chance. And even when

you wake up in several years
with his head on my chest in the mouth with a smile

know that love was not by chance but thanks

your great patience.

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Never stop appearance of things.

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SOUL OF GRANITE

bare hands dug
your words in my soul, I felt your fingers

penetrate a layer of hard granite,
you hurt in your hands but you did not
surrendered,
have worked day and night because you knew

that under that layer
'd find, and land softer
still under your treasure is,
made of gems sparkling
colorful, rare and beautiful, you will know that

embed in your empty soul.
Now we are one,
soul shining
with its light of joy.
cover you with kisses
your hands to heal them, I will go down too
scars,
and the heat of our love ...
.... will always be summer.

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MY LOVE FOREVER

When every night .......

in the silence of night I hear your footsteps softly

that run through my soul,
relive the memories I have of thee, sweet caresses are

that fill my heart, I

I think about you every day .. and .... every night
relive those moments of pure poetry ....... beautiful
real life, you were everything to me

love with you, now just coming into the world
,
things you gave me indescribable
Emanuela ...... my daughter
have filled my life with great
, which was a
and now that I spoiled by there, I wanted to ask my love


to continue to drive as you always did, one day you

overtake them and we will be happy together again.

Giuseppe O.