I get home from the night.
I am a little tense.
I do a fast lap on the computer.
I have not sleep.
I try to put a DVD in the player.
Crashes and vex me to restart.
are now ten.
Finally, you can unlock and start, "Saturno Contro". Another time!
... But then I am a masochist! ...
Cicitto in those days was a little depressed, because of work ...
... And if there was qulcos'altro? ...
What would become of me?! Without him I do not stand for a moment: I need his presence, his scent, his skin, all his paranoia that make me angry, his eyes, his skin, his fears ..... its LOVE!
I opened a bottle of Bacardi Breezer ... and I was kidnapped from the movie.
are now nearly eleven and still not get to sleep.
I think of Tweety and sorrow for the loss of Mariolino ... Maybe I'm just tired, maybe I have to go to sleep ...
My Love, do not give up!
you all a hug. You, Sal.
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