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while holding the beer with my hands, watch the bustle of the street and the world seems to stop. This new cafe, which was once a theater, still retains its scenery and its red curtain patched, it is frequented by many people and you can find in their chairs a comfortable refuge to await the end of the world.

look through the glass. I smile because I can not even pierce the cries of the lottery vendor, who in the door and evening after evening, sure to bring the winning ticket. Nor hear the violinist, who on the other side, with his gloves mended and dilapidated and tune an instrument, is determined to destroy the Pachelbel Canon. Inside the room

everything seems at peace, lost balance is restored and none of the other customers unhappy faces outlines. Smile at me and light a cigarette, after the curtain smoke rises, it slows down your look and keep it locked in my memory, I will later, when we are far away and not be able to find the peace that I need to return again to this place and know that all is not lost.

now I stop my thoughts on stage, pulls back the curtain and I imagine on it, lit by a single bulb, radiant, reciting verses and ruffling the hair of anyone. Acting without acting, living and feeling every part of the script. So I like to imagine each day.

're all feeling and love me like this place, as this city. How are you roads we have traveled together. As the beer watered down my throat and it brings to mind old songs from Ismael. And at that moment, nothing matters but half an hour after the bitter cold at night we returned to cold and Its Discontents. Happiness is based on small things.

"Little creature, the purest essence
going in small packages.
My love, I know, the same container
also contains poison.
assume the risk, look at you and you plan
a life full of dreams.
And if not satisfied when we awake,
with daylight and see what we do "


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A two-step .... Thoughts

A short walk from Christmas!
Two other end of the year! I have lived many things

Dream, love, sense .... Lost

found many things!

They
these tù tù always present

my soul You never let my heart
Like a trip to infinity ...
always are!


I carry with me Free! unattached
With the doors wide open
when you want to fly

When the doors are open
And the soul is not imprisoned

is quieter ride is more comfortable traveling ..... So I placidly

Like you're
way I am ... so are you

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Merry Christmas to all!! Beautiful New Year and
Love is always present!
Thanks for being you, dear friends as


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flammable

drank wine while trying to write, with your legs bent on top of each other and on the chair. A pose that had always been his own: "no feet touch the ground" - used to tell me with a smile.
thought I had to re-use their own mirror ... did not want more memories and more truth distorted by the eye of others or their own fantasies.
A part of it, he always felt guilty, had been waiting to ask a thousand pardons. The other part, however, knew he would never have the time.
And in your head all made sense ... all except you. So he walked up the cup slowly to his lips and swallowed their pride.
admitted to herself that there had been a single time where, after seeing you in these strange encounters that were repeated over the years had not changed from the inside out. Waving their costs as anyone, I do not know if you know you had this gift ... never really knew why you accepted the responsibility to protect your heart if you kept the box read: "Fragile" .
You see, one more memory ... things that save for save.
But today you no longer smell caused him damage, your presence is not misplaced and could not, and frankly your destination or lips that you had decided to Kiss had passed a shit ... your fear and cowardice had become the tomb that she never wanted to dig for you. Yo, I met anyone else, I know I always hated to think that if you love dying you would have been the murderers. Was definitely
angry and hurt? And never know, I do know is that I was definitely ready to leave your side. Maybe just broke something that should never have touched. Largely killed their most cherished feelings.
came to me one day before departure, and tearfully hugged and vowed not ever forget. I left for you and a rare orchid light for light my darkest night.
- "For if a day will not come to fetch you your dreams" - he said, smiling. And then walked, or rather, returned to his feet off the ground. Because when she walked, when she decided to undertake an adventure it was with all its consequences: defying the rules of the [grave-old.]
When he closed the door behind him I could not help but feel a twinge of curiosity, so I opened the little box that I had left for you, unrolled the note that was inside and I could barely contain a weak smile as he read his sentence . This is what I left for you and me today, I met and I loved her like no other, I have to give it to you in hand:
"DANGER! Heart flammable "