ON AIR: silence, only silence
I want to tell a story, a beautiful story.
The other day I broke something in here. Inside me, I mean. No, not that you have disappointed me. I can not be disappointed. I have been disappointed so many times, and how much bigger I own: my life, or perhaps life in general. Therefore it can not happen: no one and nothing can surpass the horror, not even equate to arrive. Not even you. So no, you did not disappoint. But I broke something inside, and now I find the pieces around the body pieces are sharp, my body is desperately trying to put back together. Or maybe just somatization, somatization for what they are: coconut, exactly. But it is not easy. They move inside me, roam freely: when should I eat my stomach tightening, when I think m'incanalano mind in one direction when I need to sleep kept me close my eyes. But they are the pieces of my love, the love I have for you. Love does not wear out and not even scratch: those are crap, crap for people who can not universalize your own mediocrity. Therefore I do not even think to do without you. Why do not eliminate the problem that is definitely true: you are not a tooth and you're not a gangrenous limb. Can not delete: it would be as if I had a bad heart and decide to let me grub. To deprive of the heart. We can not and you know it: I can not breathe in your absence and you can not breathe. The silence, yes, but not absence. Your absence, I do not even come to think. So I can not do anything but fight every day for several days: fighting furiously to save us. I
. I wish you called me tomorrow and tell me: "I'm coming to you."
I could not believe it: "What do you mean?".
"It means I'm here. What I came to you. Because I've been too afraid to lose you," you would say with that half smile drew clear in his voice.
"Are you kidding?" I replied. You
you laugh, "No".
"Oh my god" biaschicherei and then he asks: "Where are you?".
"At the station, which by the way is a horrible place." I
broken voice: "I come to get away. And then you lick the wounds."
An eternal embrace.
I want to tell a story, a beautiful story.
The other day I broke something in here. Inside me, I mean. No, not that you have disappointed me. I can not be disappointed. I have been disappointed so many times, and how much bigger I own: my life, or perhaps life in general. Therefore it can not happen: no one and nothing can surpass the horror, not even equate to arrive. Not even you. So no, you did not disappoint. But I broke something inside, and now I find the pieces around the body pieces are sharp, my body is desperately trying to put back together. Or maybe just somatization, somatization for what they are: coconut, exactly. But it is not easy. They move inside me, roam freely: when should I eat my stomach tightening, when I think m'incanalano mind in one direction when I need to sleep kept me close my eyes. But they are the pieces of my love, the love I have for you. Love does not wear out and not even scratch: those are crap, crap for people who can not universalize your own mediocrity. Therefore I do not even think to do without you. Why do not eliminate the problem that is definitely true: you are not a tooth and you're not a gangrenous limb. Can not delete: it would be as if I had a bad heart and decide to let me grub. To deprive of the heart. We can not and you know it: I can not breathe in your absence and you can not breathe. The silence, yes, but not absence. Your absence, I do not even come to think. So I can not do anything but fight every day for several days: fighting furiously to save us. I
. I wish you called me tomorrow and tell me: "I'm coming to you."
I could not believe it: "What do you mean?".
"It means I'm here. What I came to you. Because I've been too afraid to lose you," you would say with that half smile drew clear in his voice.
"Are you kidding?" I replied. You
you laugh, "No".
"Oh my god" biaschicherei and then he asks: "Where are you?".
"At the station, which by the way is a horrible place." I
broken voice: "I come to get away. And then you lick the wounds."
An eternal embrace.
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