Li riesci a sentire? Gli elicotteri? Sono a New York. Non c'รจ bisogno di alcuna parola adesso. We sit in silence. You look at me straight in the eye. I meet. I think it's Wednesday. The sun sets over me. Night and day dream of making love with you now baby, making love on screen, impossible dream, and I saw the sunrise over the river, recalling the go-ahead for the mess we are and the sun city \u200b\u200bsunset over me.
What are you wanting? I just want to say never change now and I thank you. I do not think we yet meet again, and you have to leave now, before sunrise above the skyscrapers of sin and the mess we are in the city and the sun goes down above me.
Sorry. Much. Preserving myself.
s (he) be (lie) ve (d) To me I'm coming to a conclusion. Flashes of momentary lucidity, closer and closer together. I do not need such a person, beside her. I need someone. Everything here
Vietato ai maggiori di 18 
"If you slice the wind picks them up, the kingdom of the spiders cucirebbe skin and hair and weave the moon face and the pollen of God, God's smile.
I found you on the river that played a leaf, flower, singing words read, words of love. I tasted your lips of red red honey I said give me what you want, what I can.
yellow rose, copper rose, never danced for so long along the edge of the night on the stones of the day. I guitar player, mandolin player I eventually we fell on the hay.
Lost for a long, lost little taken seriously, taken as a joke. There was not much to say or think, fortune smiled like a pond in the spring disheveled from the wind in the afternoon. And now I'll wait
tomorrow to be nostalgic. Lady liberty lady fantasy. So precious as the wine so free as the sadness with your cloud of doubt and beauty. "
Muoio
Tarantella amazing how things change in 10 days. O rather, as evolving, or perhaps stagnate, but emerge with just enough to be able to see and do not come to understand a shit. Worse than before in fact.
What I'm trying to get ste to understand is if all seems to be the result of something I know will happen, one of my usual paranoid or have insights that lead me to go crazy in the sclera, arguing, offending, and then blow it to hell. What I'm simply trying to figure out if he is I'm missing or what we lived together. What I attacked. To him or her to make me feel important, part of something. Thank God, I no longer believe in 'I love you', to 'no one like you' to 'in 36 years alone with you I feel ... ' And despite this, I can not explain what leads me to worry. are not able to love someone, perhaps even more than myself. Definitely not 'for now' I love him. So I can not explain my willingness to help, to be of relief, in ways that I feel natural to be with those who consider pure, credit life. Maybe he's right I have some obsession with saving the world. Maybe.
And the only thing I hope is not to be misunderstood again. live and act according to the heart. Especially with him, and I have not tried to get us into the head, and things are going well, strangely enough for the first time. I removed all filter that imposes life has never seemed so simple. It's good, is wonderful .. as if caressing their lives for the first time, free of any form, of any taxation. to act like I agirei. And that's what I do not understand, I repeat. And 'having lived with this him, or have lived this just another human being with those who are the days were beautiful, despite all the outline? The fact is, far, far away, the head comes in and I just do not answer a call to go crazy, I just posted a song, an ambiguous phrase, one ... do not know.
Now I stay here, trying to have faith in life and in myself, trying to give the prick test and not think of him in the tragic sense of the term, he asks me if 'I'm taking' that he keeps saying 'do not see tregedia all' in response to my 'word and you get rid of me '.
do not know. But now I would like it here, as usual
I take a penalty that even if I wanted I would not be able to express in words, in deeds, in actions.
Propaganda 
From
Pile in January 2011.
inaction "Who are you? One of the virgin white coats broken back in front but healthy? " Consume
The dilly dally, of my bright lit stay, t h h steam of my misfortunes as given me the power to be afraid a nd in my mind i'm everyone, a nd in my mind w ithout a care in this whole world w ithout a care in this life i t's what you take that makes it right, p orcelina of the oceans blue.
In the slipstream, of thoughtless thoughts
The light of all that's good, the light of all that's true. To the fringes gladly, i walk unadorned w ith gods and their creations w ith filth and disease. With seashell hissing lullabyes a nd whispers fathomed deep inside my own,
Hidden thoughts and alibis m y secret thoughts come alive
without a care in this whole world w ithout a care in this life
It's what you take that makes it right.
And in my mind I'm everyone.
In my mind I'm everyone of you.
