Damn, I can not sleep.
Tomorrow morning I'll have to wake up at eight o'clock and then go from beloved aunt. Yeah
people, I, Milanese, San Carlina by his father, spoiled daughter of Mama, I'm here in the place where someone like me is torn from the fast-talking and dialect.
Sicily * * tan taan taaan
Carini
Oo Eh, I do not know, I'm weird. Why I like this atmosphere, the sun, all these different shades.
folds that take the moments when you are in the company of people here.
houses, mountains, the city. The swing in this garden that I could look out to see him wanting to see the canary yellow lemons and the flowers of various colors. It all seems so fabulous.
In contrast to this, however, There is this damn mattress ultrascomodo. And this pillow hard.
And this rough blanket with which I have not yet covered.
is the dialect that just can not understand.
notice that they sometimes try to speak in a way I understand it and it bothers me and not a little, so I Corinth between numbers and symbols in the worst moments helped me clear my mente.Ma reminds me of the heat out with others and I can only give the equation that job for three days. No I say ... three days ...
such as mental retardation takes three days to a simple equation?
Of course, Jack London.
to "fill" my huge hole, I bought a new book * Yes, I buy is the second since I came here and I'm running out of money. _. * Charlotte Links.
Nobody. Attracted more by the cover for the plot itself.
Boys: glitters! *-*
And now, as I read a story about EFP, I had the irresistible impulse to write something. Why
knew that story too and was impregnated by Pete Gere.
My two flagella narrative.
I go into a panic when I'm writing them because I know that when they come on stage messing around.
With their looks, their smiles. Scattered seemingly at random, but in reality follow an order, a pattern tied by invisible threads that only they understand.
now I'm free, now live in a world parallel to the Labyrinth, with me at any time of day, but when I sit down and turn on Word they disappear leaving only a vague recollection of what to do, how to take the situation.
And I'm on time to panic. I am alone, why is not there and Astrit with the lightness that is broke the phone, with the language that is found to have withdrawn his internet. And it is in Milan. With all the people who start do not like anymore.
While I'm here to bask in the sweat to understand to what extent can reach Pete and Gere. The characters that I invented
IO!
Possible, dick?
it possible that I can not understand them even though they are a figment of my imagination?
I do not know how to move, because they run away from my hands and I do not have the skills to match them back.
I've written and rewritten a thousand times their games.
The way they bend the language when they lie, how fast it runs on the lower lip, on the top. The mirage that seems where this can be seen trapped between the teeth when they smile, the way in which it passes on the upper teeth when I'm in chemistry class and how it supports, almost touching the flesh on her upper lip when thinking. When
smile and caresses the tongue, however, the lower teeth and at the same time, the trap. And there are thousands of others.
Hundreds of shades, hundreds and hundreds angle perspectives.
all depends on the emotion of the moment, the situation.
I feel a sense of revulsion when I write them and, wow, I never felt so close to their psychologist. Now that I think, poor Adam .-. They represent the
be more complex in the world, one with a thousand faces, one with many facets that are bound together by a thin copper wire that bends and stays in given position, but that is easily cut. And why LiveJournal
clog at 4:00 at night?
Bha ...
Jack London
