an X-ray would be a piece of my mind white ... the desire to write and impossible to do it ...
I found myself here, and here again I surrender ...
and I hope that the return in Italy does not look like the pathetic attempt to prove once again the role of puppet, playing a part that has never understood, that nobody has ever written and yet everyone knows by heart. ..
and I want to wake up from the torpor that everything is as I had hoped ... and I would like the life he painted for me that hope ...
melbourne will be the last image of the city luminissossima, skyscrapers fluorescent in the dark sky ...
and I get the blank stare, and no vacuum has never been so deep ...
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