daughter, because dancing alone on the deserted runway last night's failure, among men already gone and I long imagined? That time has your heart sick of being slow and presumption, to get more time useless? Do not even expect your glory and my pride will die of starvation. Both the lenient punishment for such waste. And noticed the angel who watches over our solitude. Libero Parri
If it was not an atheist and a socialist was just for lack of time. It was found a couple of hours to learn a bit 'and it would become. In the meantime, he hated the priests.
It 'important to see how people choose their names. Dying and give names - there is nothing to sincere probably all the time that bell.
if you love someone who loves you, do not ever expose his dreams. The biggest and illogical you are.
That feeling while I was playing in the countryside. Not
forget it.
Be careful not to live completely free of any sweetness. presume to eat only
Clemente. Repeat the word a thousand times lenient. Clemenza.
invoke the mercy of a gracious time.
A gracious response.
I'll be lenient.
are the requiem that sounds to your door campaign in your mind that the disease comes from far away are the dust in the eyes and the black under the nails - are the requiem beautiful lips to kiss - are princess and prince, dragon and sword - is a night of fire to tame am a requiem princess. Amen.
are scribbles.
No, he says.
What do you see?
attempts, he says.
Attempts to what?
space to summarize, he says.
What does summarize the space?
means to have, he says.
And what do you do with the space, when you own it?
You put in order, says
Space is messy?
Yes, he says.
The space is cluttered.
Why are you always sad?, I asked him.
I'm not sad.
Yes you are.
not what I said. He told me he thought the people live for years and years, but in reality is only a small part of those years that really lives, and that in the years that can do what she was born. Then there is happy. The rest de4l time is time spent waiting or remembering. When issues or memories are neither sad nor happy. You look sad, but it's just that you're waiting or remembering: it is sad that people expect, and even what I remember. It is simply far.
I'm waiting, he said.
What?
I'm waiting to do what the cone was born.
But maybe it's true what he says, and every path is circular, and does not lead anywhere, but within himself, because the fog is too dense and illusory fear of our roads seem to lead elsewhere.
Writing, I wrote a lot. But writing is a sophisticated form of silence.
But he had the shadow of gold, and she was in love with him. It still is. It will never cease to be because that's why she was born.
two of us we have not loved anyone else. It was ugly, strange, unapproachable. But we always knew in his shade of gold salvate.Lui we would have reconstructed the world every time we have it split, and beside him was possible to be ourselves. And so it was.
was definitely the woman of his life.
-Why?
-Because it was bad. He was mad, bad and all wrong. It was true, if you know what I mean. It was a crazy winding road, and ran in the open campaign, never to return without worrying. Without even knowing where he was going.
He made a small break.
-was one of those roads over which it kills.
They stood there, holding hands, and the man was saying something about him. Something that was just from afar, from a very inside of him.
-E 'I've never had no option but to be a good child. I knew this was to save the system.
appears to be trying something in his eyes.
-But perhaps not.
Alessandro Baricco.
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