must say. The dick that comes out with "carpe diem" "seize the moment", "you only live once", it should be shot on the spot, complete with "Hasta la vista, baby" or "and keep the rest, you bastard ". How can you live without a second thought, irresponsible, as it was the last day of his fuckin life? I, then, if it were my last day of life, do everything as evenly as possible, without excess, without farewells. And it is one part to see how devastating the world turns, time passes and you look at the caterpillar, taking refuge in a clisalide and then turn into a butterfly. I am in the refuge "clisalideo. In a few months I have changed aspects of my life and I have known people, people that I love, that I can say fuck off, for which I would be his choice if she were a woman and he was gay, because I respect people with a look we can understand, and says good Iñárritu what unites us is to end suffering, nell'initimità and I would add that even in sex. I'm happy, till the accounts. The night I go to sleep in my corner addobato like a piece of my heart, with the curtain of the window, which falls on the headboard of my bed and my dog \u200b\u200bwhich I love as if it were my daughter and I am happy. Yet there is always a but ... For half of my day I dream ... I can not distinguish reality from dreams, from fiction, what is just in my head and what is what surrounds me ... this is a staircase leading to the living room of a nineteenth-century feast and I am a foreigner accused by all to be a little good or is it just scale of my house and I'm getting off my dog \u200b\u200bto pee? I'm walking to Naples frantic because I'm chasing someone with a look, perhaps followed, because they are a spy, or is it just my quick pace? These days, I find myself dreaming at night and travel to fancy, to discover the face of my grandmother (maternal), the body of a woman who discovers her husband and kills her lover and I'm hiding and I see everything ... Then G ******* dream, or the eyes of deer, dream me and him, the embarrassment, kissing, smiling. I forget everything and think about sex, and then the desire to travel, to escape, what can I say? I'm sad and you're not there, the time I beat her in the head and hands I'm not the only place where I want to stay.
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