Hotel
G. writes:
has over half the world
E. writes:
In fact it's a nice young man.
G. writes:
became men and women
stimulates me know?
that the lady has a dick he escapes
E. writes:
Ahahahaha XD
G. writes:
're never sure I could betray and
then anyone with jealousy ...
or go mad or let stand
E. writes:
E. what do you do?
G. writes:
and then I'll have to enjoy the day
away because tomorrow may disappear and never come
I have to find a balance between
being insanely jealous and not really give a damn
says he has little experience
bed and you see
E. writes:
XD
G. writes:
however, is the first time I'm with someone who accepts free love
maybe if I think I denied
admit Vare had erections for women
and I was also madly in love with a
we are still friends now I
Chaman Cyrano de bergeraque
in fact if you put me there are excessively romantic
know how I gave your first kiss?
E. writes: Tell me
.
G. writes:
second time we see each
mid-August he is very shy
is about to leave for 15 days
wonderful evening jazz concert near the little train
then lose my house
offer him a cup of tea
listen to stupid songs
laugh
1 hour passes like lightning
take the train is at the door but no one
both stagger off balance
my heart go fast, fast like a train
he goes there to train
my house is 10 minutes
the station and then fuck!
if
is gone forever and I have not kissed?
and if you think it's not I am interested in?
!
do then?
the phone and tell him that he has forgotten something?
but not if you do not see the call ...
an sms!
but does not see him pitch a couple of minutes to think too much
now I hurry the fuck should I do?
's scream on the street?
Way frantically in the kitchen
almost forgot the house keys in the house I run
came to the door has already turned the corner on Corso Vittorio
run is already in there
devil!
the run is very bad cavigilia
hyper walk faster when it's just that son of a bitch.
arrival at the station he is already
in the last few minutes the train's departure, too few
look at the track!
is a double-decker train!
cock!
decide: I climb above
look at a plan and the other the precursor for each car
"if the train takes me home and I have the keys," I think clearly
I'm not home and my
cock!
sleep under a bridge this time indeed!
run run run
I do not have time references
find it!
is almost in front of the train above
outcome ... I'm doing the idiot.
For a moment I get off the wagon.
Oh fuck!
date back.
do the stairs I see him! The heart
batte troppo velocemente
secondo me ci resto secco.
Respiro
gli faccio
"non hai dimenticato qualcosa?"
lui si guarda attorno stranito
"no"
"e invece sì"
lo bacio
Non è caldo come mi ero immaginato
E' una serie di baci.
lunga.
A tratti intensa.
Ho la testa tra le nuvole.
Non sono concentrato.
il treno stà per partire.
Non so se lo rivedrò.
Non potevo starmene fermo, veder scorrere le cose.
Basta.
Forse ho una ragione.
Sarebbe musica.
Saturday, September 18, 2010
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Jason Comet Chaser Reflector Telescope
We're all alone
To be eternally unsatisfied.
I want more. I need to do more. It's a ferocious kind of need. The one that consumes you, little by little. Verging Toward desperation ... I would be satisfied even if
preside tomorrow Fini Miss Trans International.
Enough, God!
I'm sleepy, But I do not feel like sleeping. Damn!
To be eternally unsatisfied.
I want more. I need to do more. It's a ferocious kind of need. The one that consumes you, little by little. Verging Toward desperation ... I would be satisfied even if
preside tomorrow Fini Miss Trans International.
Enough, God!
I'm sleepy, But I do not feel like sleeping. Damn!
Friday, September 3, 2010
What Material Best Absorbs Heat
The queen, my lord, is dead ... or "My God, just to mention!
reread old phrases on this blog.
I thought, hell, just change. Small gays grow.
Fortunately for the better ... to many it did not happen. Some listen to Lady Gaga.
I do not. I am different. Maladjusted and antisocial as usual, but different, and I attitude as if I were not. God, that satisfaction ...
I look back and see shit. I look ahead and see nothing. Perhaps it is best to see that shit too forward.
are sincere, that yes. It is not a cliché, the kind that are said in those conversations where you do not know how to fill the silence created by bodies that do not listen.
I lost my center of gravity. It was close. Very.
I think maybe I have to re-start writing, as well as mental activity, without purpose. Apart from the fact that still do not know where to place commas and prick several ... I do not know whether it makes sense.
And just engineers. Sheets to make inequalities, not under the covers. Stop even the exclamation points. It 'no use screaming at a glowing screen. It screams of people, listen more than scream.
And just as Marrazzo be cowards! Shit, yes, I'm going to trans- faccio di cocaina perchè godo!" non "perdonatemi, sono confuso"
Allelujah. Le intenzioni sono buone. E anche questa casa è stretta.
Vorrei dire mille cose. A un tratto, milioni di sinapsi sono attive, c'è un gigantesco ingorgo di pensieri, uno di quelli che trovi solo a ferragosto sull'autostrada del sole. Si, è una brutta metafora. E no, non ci tengo a cercarne una migliore.
Segnali di vita... (cito sempre lui...)
reread old phrases on this blog.
I thought, hell, just change. Small gays grow.
Fortunately for the better ... to many it did not happen. Some listen to Lady Gaga.
I do not. I am different. Maladjusted and antisocial as usual, but different, and I attitude as if I were not. God, that satisfaction ...
I look back and see shit. I look ahead and see nothing. Perhaps it is best to see that shit too forward.
are sincere, that yes. It is not a cliché, the kind that are said in those conversations where you do not know how to fill the silence created by bodies that do not listen.
I lost my center of gravity. It was close. Very.
I think maybe I have to re-start writing, as well as mental activity, without purpose. Apart from the fact that still do not know where to place commas and prick several ... I do not know whether it makes sense.
And just engineers. Sheets to make inequalities, not under the covers. Stop even the exclamation points. It 'no use screaming at a glowing screen. It screams of people, listen more than scream.
And just as Marrazzo be cowards! Shit, yes, I'm going to trans- faccio di cocaina perchè godo!" non "perdonatemi, sono confuso"
Allelujah. Le intenzioni sono buone. E anche questa casa è stretta.
Vorrei dire mille cose. A un tratto, milioni di sinapsi sono attive, c'è un gigantesco ingorgo di pensieri, uno di quelli che trovi solo a ferragosto sull'autostrada del sole. Si, è una brutta metafora. E no, non ci tengo a cercarne una migliore.
Segnali di vita... (cito sempre lui...)
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