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Just a few words

Dear,

this not send the letter, the words have not heard, the echo that haunts me softly.

When there are too many sentences that would scream, always ends up breaking them in half, so I know I am going to write these few lines, not knowing what to say or not say.

I'm fine (and do you care?), I'm happy (?) (And do you care?), I think (and do you care?).

are overwhelmed by the busy schedule, traveling to organize new knowledge, sometimes I am delighted to drag men embarrassed that I would keep me head or flatters me the time of my easy conquests. I live moments of intense passion, live the wait as a teenager in love, I learned to laugh, a smile that I had forgotten childish.

ask myself every day what I want and who I am always near, latent terror of falling ... and losing this subtle serenity, light muslin.

One week of solitude does not scare me, so as not to disturb me to the dawn of a martini glass and a Port Authority. The feeling of having found myself, worth more than anything else. I speak not of you but I think of you immensely and all I see, is like the objects that together we have touched. What I hold most dear? What do you know? You always think I know, but at night you darkened thoughts. On

my desk and the Aleramo Baum and Countess Lara and Moran, everything takes me back to you. On the walls of Schiele drawings and nudes photography acquired in a Tuscan village long ago. And I lose all sense of reality when left alone. I'll be back in a beautiful letter, in the memory of "us" and what "we" was. But no one will understand.

are unfriendly and contradictory, are good, step by sleepless nights to days swollen with dreams. I was unaccustomed to "feel" like I feel loved. Perhaps suffering. I am a spoiled selfish I get I get and take more.

Since you do not see it, I lowered the bridge and waited anxiously all the good and happiness, but life is made even moments of evil, and the enormous distances are based.

are so full of life and feelings of love and enthusiasm, because we are away? Do not play with words, slowly we dissected our souls and where were you on my birthday?

I understand, in this short time, that there is a plan for humanity and one for the interest. The first is made up of winding streets and evil, but of immense skies and explosives, the second takes you for days and months to let you down in the empty rooms, where to retire in yourself is the only remedy. Interest. But what is there to see? I did not already said in the face the entire mess dress that all my life? And why time to lose interest, men and women go, they arrive, they delude themselves to take and then bounce back. It 's my job.

And I like to think of you happy. I like to think with a smile in the afternoon. I'm very happy that you exist, bursting with joy because I had the good fortune to meet you. Here

social relations as an English club in golf, the descendants of the apes can not win my respect and individual civilians shall not excite me.

Many dinners and seductive games, devotions and courtship here. There are those who understand that it is not enough to tickle a lion to make it docile.

I would tell you many more things, but the shame is holding me back.

leaves you a kiss that was it.

Mimi

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Children arsonists

When I was a little girl my favorite playmate was my older cousin Francis. Exist about two and a half years between our birth and my baby's eyes he was my hero! Most fantastimitico the world "did this Checco, Checco said that .." he was always the best. He knew how to play football for god and above all it allowed me to play (in goal of course ..) and when his shot para un I felt so smart for a couple of days my face was smug and proud of who won the Pulitzer . He could dribble the ball in a way unparalleled for me .. dribbles came to 150! Playing cops and robbers, I did not mind that he was to choose who to be between the two rivals, Bell, hide and seek, for acchiapparello, the huts (we have built dozens .. only to be sadly disrupted by their grandfather after they finished 5 minutes ...) but we had a "perversion" .. we loved the fire. Yeah, just fire. But not because we saw him as a destroyer of forests and buildings, but because it was so terribly young marmots! A fire meant to live the adventure. Finding warmth in a black night in the jungle while a makeshift torch keep snakes at bay and tigers! There might not be the jungle or the wild animals had only a small fire and the adventure began. However, it was very easy to light one. Also because there was always the possibility of being caught doing a dangerous thing and then to take them seriously. Often, therefore, my astute cousin sent me on ahead in the kitchen of his grandmother, whose home we met often, to scrub the matches. He knew I was smaller and therefore less sgamabile .. and especially if all went for the worse he would come out clean. But I was happy, excited and proud of that task so difficult and dangerous. I felt a little 'Margot (to lupine ..) and a little' Wonder Woman. I approached casually cooking and fires, and while the big talking amongst themselves, some match slipped his sleeve top and then returned, without running, in the closet where I waited for Frank. Show him triumphant three or four matches stolen, but he told me disapprovingly, "What we do co mo 'three matches! Go away pija of cchiù." So I went back to attack me without knowing my demoralize could be seen coming and going .. so I went into the kitchen, I took a glass of water, I stopped to look at the yard from the window and I finally brought us closer to the match .. and OP! I used to disappear all over the package given the approval of my cousin. I recall with satisfaction the satisfied grin and the look of praise of Francis. We had dozens of matches!
I remember that on that particular occasion we started to light a match at a time watching the flame that consumed the stick until the end .. magic! But we had so many that we could make more. So the idea! I had received this book as a gift for the birthday of the young marmots and I remembered that among the various techniques of survival was the best way to fix the wood to make a camp fire. We had to put them all in a radial pattern with one end close to each other to form a kind of Capannelle. So we did, with the added brilliance to put 50 matches and passes radially Coccetti with all the red in the center and near. We closed the closet door slowly and approached a lighted match to the heap in the form of bonfires. It was a moment, a huge blaze flared up, the little heads of sulfur s'infuocarono together with them .. and the curtains of acrylic of the window. The panic took hold of us. But not because we were putting fire to grandmother's house as the face slaps and blows on the back that we would have caught a little later if they are discovered! We tried to extinguish the fire badly knocked over with some folded clothes to the washing machine .. also acrylic. An absolute frenzy, but despite the hell espandesse before our eyes neither had the courage to go and confess the great thing was happening. It probably would have been better left to die of suffocation and burned alive rather than face the wrath of his grandmother and beaters to the mothers. We looked into his eyes a second to give us quietly and tragically when he entered our last goodbye uncle Quirino attracted by the smell of smoke and the suspicious silence of our games. He said nothing, looked at us, our faces terrified and guilty, the curtains on fire and the fire that was spreading quickly. We pulled out and with all three buckets of water extinguished.
The only thing I remember clearly the "after" was likely to die of suffocation and burned alive would certainly have been less painful.

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The brevity of the nice things

Tonight I reflected on a fact ..
you, because obviously some people sleep at night and people like me find a thousand interesting things to do instead of resting. Among these there is also the reflection. Among the others are in order: the spiluccare every type of wickedness from the fridge, watch dvd x once again preferred to play the pc, torment the cat or dog, smoking another cigarette and so on.
But back to my deep thought .. I wonder why all the nice things last for so little. And I mean not only that the flight will come to mind (hehe.. Also "that" is fast but sometimes disarmingly so) but like this: the summer? It does not last too little? You do not have time to overcome that bastard costume test for which you gave to the well olive oil sull'insalata you are already ripropina the dreaded health undershirt that creeps right into your pants!
And the day of rest? When was the last day of rest in which you are not able to relax .. .. but to do all the things you believe you were able to conclude? Too little! Dura too little!
And ice cream? The candy? The Big Babol!? Once the waste is invested by the heady scent .. put it in your mouth and chew you believe that forever .. and instead miss a minute and you get a bunch immasticabile and anything but sweet .. such as if you were to chew the rubber gasket of high school!







Not to mention the trip! I am a huge supporter of "do one trip a year (if je kr with the money ...) but at least for 15 days! Otherwise we do not go for the thing!" What I am going to 7 days ago!? Two to go and come back two to get used to the idea of \u200b\u200bthe arrival and departure and you are fantastic three days to visit all over the country ... well, sure to have super powers you would succeed as well.

Think So well you .. "The brevity of the nice things ... and then tell me whether it is better for me to be a good remedy for insomnia