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I was not, really.
But for once I decided to immortalize
MONTHS after the first stupid smile
and grew spontaneously
bus.
So I write here now.


I was happy.
I'm glad.
I was well, to the point of being able to fill my life, even the happiness of others.
Now I understand. The suffering makes it selfish.
But two days ago.
Oh.

Two days ago I was alive.
A new beginning.
I was alive.

A new beginning? (?)
Fixed an error with the humility!
Fixed terror with courage!?
Oh my god.


PS . And
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Again
is your doing.
Even if you do not know.

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hate to share a dream with someone,

because I could be a thousand times more

happy to see him made by others

if only I were capable

myself

picking up

my dreams.

now one step more.

I have to be careful not to let me win

fear of falling.

Silence.

for me I will progress,

because the expectation remains

on

zero.

But I have to do it.

's all so terribly

right.

I do not hate him.

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deny oneself

If you deny oneself means giving up the moral

that requires us to be what we want to be,
because it clashes with the
deny oneself that
means giving up his air
not throw away
what we believe?

I lose my life.
I fear, terror
,
to discover that I can not do it.

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and 'real' true!! Is a bit 'I do not write that! I can tell you that Marty is alive and well and has survived a Tuesday market with Mama!! yes ... I went into that circle of hell populated by elderly ladies ready to defend himself with his nails with his teeth in two sweaters ... € detergents junk .. China varies ... I came into this circle of hell where the smell of fried food lingers at 8 am (the best cmq ... those were two that I saw at 8:30 .. almost finished with the bag of chips ... I wondered if they had stomach adamantium like wolverine ...) that is stopped every 200m circle where some beggar who asks you 2 € (which if I were to give all love to touch you for a mortgage ..) and where you can not stop and wait for your mother because there is some owner Banquet trying to trim something .. in some cases I also thought that .... well then you want to kidnap me! I did it well .. I have survived a aimed at the post office to pay a bill ... where one of those nice old ladies was a quarter of an hour in front of the machine which offered cards with the number (ooohhhh tecnologiaaaa miracles!) and my so "excuse me .. I can not take the number? "she says," Ehh .. BUT BE! FACE FACE! BOTH! SHORT! I was here first! "(do not say anything because die tomorrow and you did 3 wars Series ...) ... well na mattinata tosta..sopratutto per i miei nervi…ma il tutto è stato ripagato dal fatto che ho trovato il PRIMO REGALO DI NATALE DELLA MIA PICCOLA SOPHIE!!!!!!!quando l’ho visto ho detto..”nooooo è questooooo”

…quest’anno purtroppo non capirà molto..ma non vedo l’ora che sia l’anno prossimo..in cui potrà godersil’aria del Natale,le lucine,l’albero etc…!Ragazze intanto vi saluto ma prometto di scrivere di più!!!!

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The only aphrodisiac I need is your voice
Hearing you speak my name
Beckoning me to answer
Telling me you want me
So I tell you that you're the answer to every question I've ever had about love

The skin speaks

with its smell,

while affected by the sound of your voice

rests between the edges of silence

and runs on my body like a hand clinging to my flesh.

Ascolto con le mie dita le tue parole,

premendole su di te,

facendole scivolare lungo le tue gambe,

rincorrendo il percorso dei tuoi sensi,

lungo i sentieri tracciati dalle gocce della tua indecenza.

Without words I use my tongue to tell the tale of us
Tracing your shadowscape
Kneeling before you my eyes feast upon your masculinity and
All its divinity and I praise you
Because all of that is for me


I begin to indulge myself of your delicacies
Digesting semi-sweet dark chocolate decadence as it melts
Dripping down my chin
Your taste is something Godiva Could not re-create

Along the edges of the cloth,

covering your femininity,

exuding the pleasure in the mesh fabric,

pass into touch your skin,

to fill my hands of you,

to give you the consciousness of being a woman,

to mark the corners of your being,

of those lines,

that sometimes fade into the air,

now painted in black with my teeth

e di rosso con la mia lingua.

Tenendoti salda,

seguendo il tuo tremare,

il fluttuare nell'aria delle nostre vesti,

che cadono a terra,

che contrasta con la rapidità

con cui ce le strappiamo.

Needing every atom of your anatomy
Necessity is placed upon me knowing you are the source of my serendipity
Dipping in and out of me stroking more than my consciesness
Subconsciously I find myself rewinding our love scenes
In my daydreams
Seeing that face you make when you're making me cum
And it makes me want you right there and then


Thinking of you in inappropriate places I get
Tingling sensations in private locations where I wish to be caught between a rock and your hard place

Addosso.

Adesso.

Mentre i nostri corpi fondono i loro confini.

E la furia incalza sul desiderio che implores,

filling every empty

with the sound of our voices that binds

like ropes that surround us,

tear the skin,

as scissors,

that crop remnants of silence,

di omissioni scontate,

che pesano sulla nostra essenza.

As wetness develops my legs begin to open and my spot turns to a backdraft and all I want you to do is extinguish it
You know my body like the back of your hands
And touch me and send me into ecstacy


My thighs quiver in anticipation of deep penetration which gets me high
Body rising
Sweating
Panting
Make-up melting
Pulling my hair and
Scratching my back
I get a temporary case of tourettes because all I can say are four letter words in a four octave-range screaming your name

Aye papi.... "You are so big and so hard, you give it to me so good, you are my mortal sin. "

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that slips inside,

running like wax on a candle

along my possess.

And everything flows,

as the words that break the silence,

hopping on our lips,

you use to wrap my skin,

feeding on the essence of us,

down to the bottom to find the 'apex,

su quelle gocce che colano sulle mie labbra.

I see your tongue pink between your lips and I want it between mine
And I struggle
As you lick torturing me
I try to get away but
Not really


Running out of room begging for more up against the wall that has been scuffed by my stilletos
Again
You pry apart my thighs and tell me to be still
And I willingly submit to you because I love the way you dominate me
Demanding that I cum for you so I do as I'm told


You've molded me so I'm good to no-one else but you
You've conquered this once orgasmicless world and multiplied it
Again and
Again

My face radiates with after-glow
My pillow scented by you
A fragrance which haunts me
My room smells of the best sex


Covered in body prints and finger prints and you above me
Your name written indelibly upon my body in your genetic history

Two different languages \u200b\u200bof one body

who share the essence of us.

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I will eat you alive

There's a gap in between
There's a gap Where We Meet
Where I end and you begin
And I'm sorry for us The dinosaurs roam the earth

The sky turns green Where I end and you
begin

still needs to get off,

are not getting too down,

albeit slowly the walls of this chasm take shape,

shape that is lacking between the couch and you.

And the words coming from my back,

read as falling leaves that the wind is not my birthplace,

those references to the fact that I closed the door,

remained suspended on a cloud without support,

caught in sand castles,

that falling crashing on you,

boobies lack of attention,

che come grandine ti cadono addosso ,

a te che non hai protezione

ed io che ho allargato la stretta della nicchia avvolgente.

E le labbra si tirano un attimo accennando un sorriso,

la mano si allunga a cercarti,

le sorde risate al di side of the wall stop again,

open my eyes by digging through the fog,

tactile,

and the feelings running through my hand,

starting to dig into my skin

with nails in my opinion.

Those streaming down my face are not tears,

but drops of coffee that I had forgotten,

those running on our skin,

caress the soul,

tearing the kidnap,

through the lips,

filling my mouth the taste of you.

There are no more lies I will eat you alive

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you 'love' and where am I? Red and Black

Many are watching us.

more words than we think, are

costs for us.

E

by people around us,

the most unlikely ,

follow us.

We think.

Sperano ed abbandonano

momenti,

ed emozioni .

Non lo sappiamo.

Non lo sapremo

quasi mai.

La tua sfera d'attenzione, quella più bella che avevo, e la più grande, sei davvero certa di sentirla tra le tue dita?

O forse l'ho resa impalpabile, per fingere che tu abbia meno importanza, per me, che tu sia meno 'tutto' di quello che realmente sei?

You feel alone.

Why does this offend me?

The problem is that you're right.

is I would not like to see how I'm acting so horribly inconsistent.

you 'love' and I envy you 'love' and I do not like you, you 'love' and I think you have changed so sad, I 'love', I wish you were happy, and I ask too many attention from you, so you need me now.

you 'love' and where am I?

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No makeup for me,
Street lights, tonight ...
that watched, eyes,
Both face, my true!
No makeup for me
For you, think again ...
What this man is a man ... Not your
rare beast!

A further look at the doors, to check carefully that they are still tight.

(What I then I of meticulous, I've always walked on without regard to who I was as well?)

Theatre is a theater not even now if there will be a representation.

No music.

No light.

Silence.

to hear if the put on the steps of thought,

sull'assito not break the stage and make it squeak,

as he had done,

front of open mouths, amazed and pleased without knowing why.

The drapes on the gallery are lost in the darkness of the room,

property,

as if time had stopped,

to make room for this representation form.

Clumsy attempt by strolling player,

unable to dress this role,

working on a script,

improvise when it has always been my prerogative.

But tonight we will have a monologue,

both the plaintiff and the public.

A single person who wears two roles

that the speaker and the listener to silence.

Like a sword swallower, I let down a knife inside of me,

to the bottom,

where you do not need keys.

Beyond Hell.

Where can I get it just me,

because I can share my essence,

but it remains my

e quando si perde la cognizione di averla,

rimbalzano sulla pelle le parole di chi ti ricorda come eri

e fa male pensare che è come sei,

eppure non riesci a rivederti.

Scendo sul filo della lama attraverso me stesso,

scrollando da me il sangue che stilla al taglio del passaggio,

su specchi che non riflettono nulla,

neppure le ombre silenti e rabbiose.

And from behind the door on the wall I hear the distant laughter of mockery of those who have waited for this moment

not reflect the reality in which I have not wanted to immerse myself,

losing the knowledge of being

yet they are.

Oren Holding down the bottom because it does not while

closed in the woods that I miss,

suspended over the sound of the song of a cricket,

fading the colors of my rainbow,

chasing vague glow that reflected the dark.

Black, not Nero_Catrame

is the absence of color,

the spirit that has always animated,

the sure-footed on cutting blades,

the courage to look at them,

irreverent smile when cutting.

I can not reach out to retrieve them.

I'm going to take to find myself.

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I liked those days. We were both too busy with too many people around, to become the one the center of the other. Or to pretend that it could happen. Simply, we did not want that to happen. I was your background, the canvas on which to draw your fantasies of love that did not exist, and you were mine, my canvas to paint on the only company that would listen to me. Her hair blacks, were another you, you were provocative, attractive, beautiful, and I loved that people see you as well. Were you in some way in between the certainty that people would love you for your appearance, and the depth that I knew you had. You were perfect. The one who could hear, with whom I could speak, the only one who listened so willingly, I was trying to help more or less actively. You were not the center, so there was no need to resolve problems between us, because the problems were elsewhere. There was distance between us that extra edge, which allowed us to not clash. A small air gap between you and me, which limited the blows and wounds, and let himself be used as cover for injuries worse, because even we could lock ourselves in the indifference of "I do not need her," and so we survived two long years.
Then the tragedy. Before the mine, and it was almost a fortune. You've looked after, you were with me, I've caressed, rocked like no other mother would have been able to do. It was not a tragedy, to tell the truth. It was not. Because you were there to compensate for the lack of love just defeated, so that I was disappointed. Were you there, another form of love, not at all similar, and that it was the only one to survive inside me. Were you there. I also need solitude, not always able to be present, but somehow I did not need.
The thin line of air remained, and only later I discovered that he was this thin line of air.
He should have stayed. Should not have allowed that I could flatter myself that tu fossi 'mia'. Sei diventata parte della mia vita, e questa volta seriamente. Se prima eri la tela, ora eri il soggetto stesso, e tutti i colori che si porta con sè un disegno. Non c'era nessuno nella mia vita, e tu, che ti sei tinta i capelli di rosso , non avevi nessuno che potesse distrarti da me. Così abbiamo sperimentato cosa significasse diventare le protagoniste della reciproca esistenza. E i problemi. I problemi ora non erano più altrove. Sono qui davanti a noi. Non li posso battere. Non posso vincerli.
Tu non ci sei più. Com'è giusto, tu hai la tua tragedia da vivere, ora. E ci sei solo tu. Anche se mi vuoi bene. Anche se ti voglio bene. Io sono da sola. Tu sei da sola. Parliamo, and I feel nothing of what you say.
I knew I wanted out of our bubble, is an unbearable silence that we have built for themselves. Even I can not stand more, I hate breathing the air of one who has too much need of himself, because he looks like me, and maybe get beyond that yet I ask myself.
I miss you. I miss that period of crap and laughter, for reasons of depressions silly, I miss you, very much, your wishes, your smiles. There are now just a pile of red hair, too much depression, self harm, mine and your ego too little space for the other. We are no longer us,
Gaia. The canvas
pouring colors, the design is distorted. I hate your hair. I miss you terribly.
I could see you.
Claudia.

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Something is breaking

I am doing it again.

Again.

"I'll be there when you need me"

The concept is this.

again.

And this time not for any friend, so to speak.

TO YOU.

God santo.

Non so se c'è più egoismo, in questo,

o frustrazione del saperlo

e non tentare

di cambiarlo.

Perchè lo faccio?

Domani.

Domani ti prego,

ho bisogno di risposte.

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.... as is market day and repeat it pours .. and the old, you know, leave the house .. just like snails are snails LENS Wicked! Fact is scientifically proven that walk through the market (not just to go have a look ... but for people like me who only needs to pass in the middle) is like passing through a piece of Hades (or one of the infernal ... ) Even more so when it rains!! old who jostle each meal, they fight on price, look confabulation each other or fighting style .. "THE BAG AND 'MY!" "NO E 'MIA!" I think I've even seen a few contenders for a sweater with his teeth .. but .. the most dangerous are the old vigilantes .. no .. not expensive old women who control the safety of others .. are the ones who get OBVIOUSLY IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD and are more or less to 0.005 per hour to check every single sweater over a distance ready to scaraventarcisi the minimum bid as wolves .. ready to defend the supply with blood and teeth ..... but you while you are behind them, maybe you hurry, maybe you just want to take away from this chaos of people who miss the concert Vasco've seen it all so much crowded .. and that's where the old vigilantes .... the only thing you want to do now is pull out a cruet of incense and spendolarla back and forth because it seems to be in procession ... and then as a litany begins "lady lady ... ... .. excuse me permission ! lady! lady! "anything with the same determination as the old man standing before Mr.Bean in one of its episodes, she makes it imperative not CAGARTI to crawl! had not even been hypnotized by Giucas box that has ever ... you see before you bid!! to today, I even beat him on the shoulder saying "sorry we can 'move or else I must pass over a mo' Panzer" (2 hours fuck is calling you ! CHANGE UNIT! PURCHASED OR a croissant!) I already imagined to pass over with taste and style helmet with a First World War with satanic laugh ... but the old vigilantes, of course offensive and captured the intimate looks at you with that grin a bit 'so ...

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