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the wind blows ... Love or Death

It was a quiet day of May in the Piazza Repubblica, where Jack was waiting for if one be sitting the bench. The warmth of a timid sun caresses her arms, a warmth to an already excessive heat intolerant he was. It was a light wind from the sea to wash away the hassle and shake their hair cut short but already thick. He waited.
Beside him chewing the Café Europe, already well fat, the speeches of the young elite of the town.
"The future leaders" thought Jacko in gaze, in a listless contempt always fashionable, but often only rarely fooled. In return they threw derogatory comments on some scandalous features of the beggar over the glass. "Have you seen that hair?" Do not even remind you of a toilet brush? "Ha ha ha, but they have the money to buy it, a brush?" I doubt it, Terence, you have not seen that kind of shirt door? "Eja, is: very reminiscent of the cloth used for floors and it cleans the chick from 7 flights of stairs of my building!" Maybe it's his son ... "Ah, yes, laugh too: after having finished the chick steal rags, and makes us this shirt for his bastard son, Can you imagine?"
"Far be it from me to disturb your pleasures classist, guys, but I would be very grateful if while not hinder the view of the Palace Justice down there ... "
" And that gook who wants to fuck now? "I think Terence eyeing Shusaku, sitting at a table behind a blatantly one occupied by his group. Trattavasi of a boy about 13 years with features distinctly oriental, who blissfully sitting behind his lemonade was watching straight in the eye, to mark the index page of a heavy book to look at and of course reading and a fucking smile on the Mona Lisa on his face. And thoughts that never hid the annoying eye Shusaku? "If this gaijin demented with mushroom head that makes me miss the call Terence prey, I swear on my soul that fractured his penis." Jacko
nice but diverted attention from the dispute that was to emerge between the two different cultures: the delay began to impatiently and that place sucked.

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slowly pouring the river at night through fields and woods excited: fremevan the red hair to the winds of autumn are wont to linger on the ground, in the heat accustomed to snakes. Therefore, the river flowed into his bed and unusual snakes by surprise and shook with malice carpets of leaves Harlequins, who sat waiting carezzavan loving.

"How varacasti the gloomy threshold, my sweet lily
do not remember, not your voice and breathing crystalline
Your smile, yes, and I still yearn
And your mouth over my vampire" said

every day that this, his eyes fixed on the water running under it, the heart and hand away helpless. Each dawn waving his hand sadly, his lament peaceful sunset and continued until he could not wait for another, after all, nothing but a providential oblivion.
And so one day the lady came crawling on the spirit of wind and smiled from behind his back. And he burst into tears a lot, recognizing the beloved in the tender embrace that now tits neck, reassuring words she lifted it from its hold and followed her into the woods. Here she is in front of him, red hair loose and flowing and the invisible hand, in his flowing white dress and dragged him away. But he did not speak. It seemed strange, so far as the ear him, who for years had not heard!

"Ah, what torment, but never where we
Where you run so fast with such fury
Now that I am finished all my trouble?
And even missing your voice to the memory ..."

"Sssshhh"

answered the angelic figure, it was time to speak, were there to come down the stairs!
And as we descended the light disappeared, and slowly via the rainbow, and goodbye to blue. The scale
them sank further into the unknown, to the screams and the horror of the world there.
And the lover in waiting too understood that the time of return had become late in the day.
One day, recalled, did not return to my house and from there became a tasty prey.
And here's the angel in the huntress silk change treacherous and deceitful.
Red hair: blood dripping, burning as lava.
And the sails of his moves as horrific ridges. The
saw his face and his nefarious features.
"Enough, being indigestible
I want out, I'll die!"
"You became my lover too
waiting lying on the meadow"
snarled his evil grin.
"You're dead wrong spirit, joints from Siam
fallen
Rest, is your house"
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To answer ... My apologies

No, these are not post that make the blog what you want.
You are good artists, the attraction of the crap that you need to pouring out to the public. You know
concluded to organize a post in itself, do not make lists of things like I'm doing now.
If I start thinking about how to write a thought I leave things completely unrelated to what I say.
blog as I wanted a place where writing is a good idea maybe coming down the street and talk.
think it's beautiful: I am an exciting story that intuition and all of you to comment on it.
The blog is not to complain, that comfort comes from the screen?

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As usual, I was away for a month yet.
During this period, following the collapse of emotional manner described in bold, baroque and pointless in the previous post, I lost everything.
As you know sooner or later you grow up, they come into contact with "reality." I always thought that in a negative way and I must say that I had guessed right in: it is a very destructive process and the gains can not compensate even a small part of the damage. Where once I had reached a state of serenity that tackle everything with a smile, always to think well of everyone and everything, to be called a blog with a similar name, now that state is good that went.
Just to complain about something, make a list of what I have not:
Security, sprint street as well as the love for myself;
Optimism fulfilling, self-induced pleasure now the machine is jammed;
Fantasia;
My pick of Black Sabbath, I lost it;
love for another person.
As you see now indulge even on regret, one thing is absolutely shameful and horrifying. This post sucks, I'm sunk in a fucking mental autism and I do not do anything useful. Not that my actions would be useful first, but at least they were well made and offer good benefits.

And here I am back to a teenage use of the blog, without tirarmela so I vent and I'll eat my shit, I hope you enjoy it. Do not worry, I'll be able to regain the right hypocrisy in short, as they are able to kill nutire and love for everyone (just experienced, trust me).



... Yuck