two-day float, I did not realize what I pass by and I realize I'm a creep, sgodevole .
Like when I thought it would be for one hundred twenty days in June and again in August but then came the breath that smells of pine.
But then came October, with breath that smells of pall mall without even smoking. But then
December has arrived and I have a stuffy nose.
sternum hurts and I can hardly breathe, I exhale floor, small exhale, exhale quietly. The pain of laughter torn by force, the right lung worn.
fact is that in January and is now for me might be for another one hundred and twenty days.
I always cold, but tonight I think it is seven degrees and tropical heat, I have red cheeks and skin the color of milk, more than usual. Let me sit on the ground and beg breath. We do that next time he calls me an old signorinahabisogno? I say sìgraziemagari.
When I'm alone I read the things I've left writing, you can not define sentences, not for me, I'm quite things. ones that I wrote you I've cleared and I know by heart anyway.
might as well stop looking at me wrong without even knowing me.
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