X, "takes away those ugly wires cocks bitch at times stumbling"
XX: "do not break are a mentally ill"
X "that you want to see them tear?"
XX: "Want to see who'll cut the plug on the TV with the scissors?"
< silenzio
< risata >
XXX: "Look what a beautiful bracelet that I found on the ground"
X: "Where?"
XXX "I gave it to X"
< X sposta il braccio sotto al tavolo mentre inforca un'altro pò di pasta" >
XX: "Well I do not care"
You may very well be close yet far away, too far away, so that even the smallest action becomes the drama themselves.
Centered in the words, movements and looks.
And then you try a lot of envy for those who succeed in the world does more. Even
nell'inforcare some pasta.
But when you see the dark, when you can turn off your brain, heart and everything around you, you're terrible.
But it does not matter if you take the car and get more miles in a crash of a thread of compassion should always be there.
And now I have a nervous sounding so much that the head of the dance the tango, "to fire all the rest," one blaze high and royal drink enough to turn everything in coal, that warms you inside to the bone .
It makes no sense physical, but metaphysical, meaning those who do not sleep at night when the rest of the world is spinning fast and you're the only idiot who is there to stop them and still listen to the words that never come, because this time has been reached ' and yet another failed spell.
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