Rustling of sheets ... He wakes up, opens one eye .. the light is filtering from the blue tent designs Arabs and the room took on a whole other matter ... The cold light of dawn had awakened a soothing sleep for her that night too upset to bitter and yet ... she could not cry, and even now he could go down a tear from his eyes.
had passed only a couple of minutes after you get up when he remembered who he was and what was now the sad.
took the iPod and if you shot in your ears.
closed his eyes and stood relaxed, to relax all the muscles ... the music starts. Why .... Why ....
thought back to some hours before when it was still night and was returning to the scooter, it was found .. in the arms of a friend or an old man crying on his shoulder looking back almost saw his figure slipped to the embankment resting on his shoulder the night that continually tried to console her with gentle words and jokes ...
fucking like a movie ... like the one that plays the part of the sucker in a movie ...
He put music to the max: porcaputtana who cares if I split the eardrums . And was there
ow that shit, as he wrote a bloody finger and could not keep up his thoughts, his emotions were running on that keyboard smeared the text and making it full of errors.
He wanted to run. "We put a pair of shoes and flies down the stairs, go out and run, run like crazy at breakneck speed, but please do it, downloaded reach the highest point of the road, where you see them from across the country and you seems to be bordering on reality, go run down the right and then screaming and crying all your sadness, crying the whole campaign, tried to feel you up in Florence, destroy the voice, throat, spits out everything you have inside, you finish all the breath you have left and gets breathless fell to the ground in the grass ... Foul. "
"And who the hell he would care if this post might read in many, who headed it matter ?..."
He turned to look at his bed, unmade, and blue light filtering from the tent ... and saw those little things that had fueled his imagination, the heart is squeezed a bit but realized that nothing had happened at the end of accounts, that little moment that was just a small detail for her important and deceptive, meaningless for him, if I ever remembered him ... .
He realized that this time his mind had been traveling too much and fantasized as never before, that drugs are the dreams that had conquered again, duped and then beat them in the face.
"But because he had set so much? Not even know him well ... "
.. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . . . BREATHE! . . . ... . .. .. . . .. Fatigue ..
fingers on the keyboard suddenly stopped and the mind as well, froze behind the notes of Halo, closed his eyes, imagining only see black and empty, but the gap was not present them in front of his closed eyes he saw that the Hope is the last to die forever, even when she wants it to be the first to die.
"Alright AC prepared to commit suicide, your life is a carousel after all, jump on and race against time, after a while someone will start to follow you ."
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