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So much has happened lately.
I spent too many nights in bianco.Troppe nights to think, to fall on that pillow exhausted by the heat. A sip from the slanted bed that bottled water is no longer cold, shit.
Think, think, and sweat. Trying to achieve what is changed after the night. Understand when the night begins. When the day. What I was yesterday and today I do not know.
The summer is not recommended for a period of upheaval in their lives.
should write it somewhere. Alberoni should know. He understands why people read many books about people. Nn I read but I talk to people, yet do not understand why she's so .. because that asshole told me that .. because I have done thing .. These tiles
I dropped right in the head in late spring and early summer made me sick. Fuck it blow! Perhaps this damned summer dissolves the cement that binds to the roof or is that breeze that sends her down.
I must ask a mason So what? s useless .. Alberoni.
Yet I fear that those tiles were coming from my roof. I'm afraid that was formed some rubble there. But I will not raise his eyes up there, I do not see that anyone who covers my shoulders is gone.
I do not understand that if it rains and enters the water, I'll plug that hole in me (my) roof.
Yes, fuck yes. Difficult to accept that I belong to that category infernal Italy that creates problems to fill the day, to give a meaning to life. Bias de la vie!
not need to waste time to receive the metamorphic transition, to understand that the night is tangible steps. They are great. Bugger, bugger should be other should pass painlessly.
Should attack by biting this calculated indolence which leads me on for ever and solve sti problemucci fucking useless to me before my eyes are poor, first.
But then I think. I try to reason. Groundhog
think. I try hard. And I'm often there, sitting, where stress is a more appropriate word.
And then I ask myself:
rains in the summer?
But summer is sunny and it almost never rains. Very true.
Why fix now this hole in the roof, what's the point? Where's the stairway? Climb into the attic with
'm hot .. and then climb up the ladder .. can wait. I'm still here, the wind in your face. We spend
in September, will survive the downpours.
What a great summer. W summer!

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do not know if you've ever been to London.
Do it as soon as possible.
I now have to also remove all the comedy double decker. The legendary double-deck buses. The ones where I pretended to be asleep to not pay the ticket. What color where the controller was pretending to call the police to make me pay the ticket.
"im calling the police" .. Yes?
I just had the age and mom was born Ryanair leaves for work and study English course, leaving my mother in the throes of terrible anxiety.
My father, a placid disposition, was pleased with my resourcefulness. Changed his mind when the bank calls to alert him of my account in red than five hundred thousand lire.
There is a video for those days that reminds me too much London.
The Hardest Part Coldplay.
In that video there is the beauty of London.
Calma. I do not have the slightest idea what city can be. But it makes me think of London.
That wind is just so annoying on the bridges of London.
leaden sky That only exists in London before the rain. Those clouds gather
so only the rooftops of London.
And then the old ladies of London are unique. They have too much style, I love them. They turn a pale macabro.Una defended me in a heated confrontation in a bus. He's right, He's right he said. The old woman understood that I did not understand a pizzasecca of what they said. I often get into trouble without even realizing it.
That video does not seem a video of mtv plastic. It seems her life. It seems to be there.
leave now.