Thoughts. Eccentric
such a beautiful day and windy not seen her for a bit '. I love so clear and windy days. Beam in a perfect swirl of leaves, dust and noise of airplanes flying around in the sparkling blue sky. We do not know where to, but I like to imagine. This morning I walked a bit ', looking at the sky, walking silently in the green near my house.
And I thought. I let my feelings fly high in the sky like clouds. And I came back
home with a big smile on his lips.
Thanks, you're giving back because I really want to come back on the field, and set aside the damn bench, where I was confined alone.
I felt something inside me that I have much to say, and to give.
Tonight I got a moment at the window, watching the stars. And the sky in the distance to the east became more clear. The night gave way to day, and saw the lake not too far away, shine, wave after wave, ripple, giving off a light auburn.
And I thought, as I wrote that I could not sleep. I thought.
I thought that life is beautiful in all its nuances. And it must be try to live it, I say, to live it. Too many times I banged my face against a wall. Against two walls. And I hurled against the walls, hoping to knock them down. So I have handed over the hooks. I realized that the walls I climb.
You know I love the night and the stars. and basically I've always said that I am a star.
But the stars smile? They laugh when you tickle them? I say yes. I say that even begin to shimmer merry. For one night their light is inconsistent if you look hard enough. You see that shine, sometimes more intensely, sometimes more hoarse. Someone is tickling.
You give me the colors, I'll put the palette per dipingere.
Tu mi dai il silenzio. Io lo riempo di parole.
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