I'm waiting for the right time to say nothing. Let me take this moment, the perfect one, not to express myself, be expected in any event, discover them, say.
not say anything, not perfect, do not insist on a fight with no outlet, to no avail. Let me hear your silence.
is a play on words, you can not help but express it and you know you will not understand.
's play without words, leads nowhere and therefore reached its objective.
You still have the courage to write nonsense and platitudes, it would be nice if I continue forever, without shame, without boredom. The joy of expressing feelings unnecessary, if only because common to all, the constant attempt to express them with grace, to give it a different flavor, to sell them as new. Are you a designer
low, a poor photographer, a writer from nothing, put his soul in what we try to do a detachment and subjection. You can not not do it well, but you can not do it well. You are a person sentenced to death, leaving you lost and you left long ago. You started without enthusiasm, you can not say that you lost, you can not help but observe, decipher, arrive late and fill a gap baseless, created a table without any emotion or form of respect:
- next.
- then ... male, 1 December ...
- cute on, I gotta go smoke a cigarette
- ...
- move from here ...
- here ...
- well, then vuoto interiore e sentimento di sconfitta certa, un filo di depressione. Hai il mio accendino?
- si...eccolo, il prossimo lo facciamo solare però…
- non credo, avevano solo le MS al bar
