Sunday, February 8, 2009

My Knee Hurts After Driving For A Long Period

The moon in the afternoon

The idea is to take inspiration from songs (or individual lines) for "riambientarle" in stories, give them a new story. The first experiment is with 3 / 4 Gian Maria Testa. Happy reading .

At least they had not smoked. Was adamant about this. The house is available for friends (with him), hospitality and good humor sure, but no cigarettes. Little consolation in the thought put plates and glasses in the dishwasher.
The umpteenth evening of words, speeches, slight, trivial, committed. Male. At one point he tried to count the "I" pronounced decline for the first-person verbs.
A flood, better to lose the account. Better to lose, while showing aloof, alert and ready to speak. But no one was involved, not even him but out of spite, and she knew it. Retaliation for having set up and telling the second condition: its presence to the nth evening with friends.
Nothing had been his petty objections " but then you know you end up talking about things male, some may feel embarrassed, it's our night ." Our evening.
There are some expressions that will take your breath away and you get to the ground and realize that no, this time will not make it to get up before 10. Instead he had received and found unexpected strength to react.
No, this time it had fallen, had recovered and had a wide and deep breathing countered: "I or nothing." But now he understood that his presence had been forced addition. He had treated as sopramobile, like someone was there but did not have to be there.
the end was a show of force unnecessary, stupid. Male. Locked in his room, alone, could see all the sadness of a relationship without a present, noticed the lack of tender words, caressing, such as:

I wanted to keep for yourself,
the moon pomeriggio.
Volevo tenerla per te,
perchè sola com'è solo il coraggio.
Volevo tenere per te,
la luce di quando fa giorno
e volevo che fosse per te
anche l'attesa che diventa ritorno...
E volevo tenere per te
la piu' vera di tutte le rose,
volevo tenerla per te,
come tutte le cose...
come tutte le cose

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