three and five and five and six.
I was playing with fire.
playing with fire.
Bored, the window of my first floor.
Carmen wagged its tail between the tables of my movies, with cutting boards for meats in the background.
wanted in the first floor you.
Sparano three hundred and saw his knuckles, in frantic motion.
The olives on toothpicks. An arrow in the chest of Patroclus.
The blood on the sandwich or the sauce on the armature.
Ben mass, nothing to say.
And I an idiot with nothing better to do.
lives on the first floor of a condominium sixties, gray and flaky enough to not feel safe.
My corner balcony let me dominate Street Via Volta and Golgi, as a pirate of the road. A camera for modern taste.
Blind.
From the day I had not taken leave to do anything.
I had to return to cultivate a field or place in a post office to go to complain. They had stuff from a subsidiary of the medium ones.
Before I was not doing anything.
And now that I could not go back to doing what I did before. Nothing.
My mother had ceased to encourage me. She had gone to complain. Then he sighs. Now I avoided his eyes. Did not go out on balcony, to avoid having to come to terms with my image matte, indistinct from the background of the geraniums. I
hammock.
I sat at a table, swinging on a metal chair leg.
I do to fix the things that were happening to me disappointed. I
out.
I stopped. I
.
Cristiano, bring your slippers to Marci.
The bath of the community shone with Lysol.
Suvi on Friday morning and I would clean up, while the boys were committed to the recreation center. Then spending the weekend. We stuff the fridge with eggs and fresh vegetables and give us a drink at the club of sailors, Cologno south.
of sailors there were none in Cologne.
Perhaps only a few hackers by two soldiers.
remained Aunt Nora knew his business, as well dressed as a true sailor. Olivia's arm wrestling, a little 'overweight and surly that arise.
do not know how it happened, but we had taken a liking to. And one day it had begun to expect. To ask why we had not come on the Friday before. If the community everything went smooth. If we had contributions by the municipality. As I was, I was whiter than usual.
Much more white than usual.
If I ate.
Christian you are a ghost, he said, without filters.
Suvi laughed, with incredibly large incisors and separate.
And I moved her hair behind her ears, I stammered that I was a strong, almost like her.
Sitting at the table, she and I alone, facing each other, searches us waiting for the pretzels. Then under the influence of a rain of beer in half-empty stomach, chat distracted. Lost.
For a time I thought I love him, in defiance of the age difference. I was convinced for a quarter of an hour. Half closed her eyes as she stunned me with smiles and words nose.
Then I think again.
As in any love story nineties, wanted to demonstrate that sexually attractive. Was not to last more than a couple of months.
was the duemilaesei. And still looking for a story like that. Waiting to be invested with the same enthusiasm with which we await the green for pedestrians on footpaths. Like the wind in your face uphill. What a crack and leave.
We took a polaroid every drink order. Evidence that he had finished all her beer that damn media. And at noon in most, but the balance of six, including all stars winter martini white and light trousers.
Suvi laughed in my ear talking to non-lawyer and his almond eyes disappeared in the cheeks.
Over the weekend I came Rho.
And I was wrong. I spent Saturday night to listen to others talk about missed boring week.
You had to see it, Christian. This came into the classroom to a quarter of an hour after the end of the lesson and the teacher held in check for a time of slaughter. In the end he has not even finished his speech and left in a hurry, with his head that he was sweating and books picked up somewhat in his arms.
I nodded, alternative music but go, noo, Vala, I say. Then the final ref. Pen and voice shouted vibrating bass. I got up noisily, the chair trembled. The replace with your toe.
And I was going to make me a dose in the staff bathroom.
Thanks to the staff. Alias \u200b\u200bDiego Garr. Soon after me, in alphabetical order of V ^ B Majorana high school.
Monday in the community there was a lot of stuff to do.
The study had to be passed in order that maniacal social worker to protect children had come to check if new cards to send home. But first I had to dress Marci and Ida, that Mark, the role of educator, passed at nine o'clock, and took them to the center. Perennially late, I sipped the lamentations of the social worker. A pale girl and anonymous, at least half of me.
had to say about music as I prepared to put children on Suvi tight pigtails, white on me that I was thin, and frankly a little proposition figure to a child.
My extreme apathy, in cases like this was a quality.
He should have seen me my mother.
If you disconnect the brain was essentially happy.
Stare at the pool with Suvi, hardly see her swim with a smile stuck wrong made me feel good. Lesson in humility, useful to a stunted and underdeveloped ego like mine.
When there was me she was doing. He turned and shouted.
How many minutes have been under a Christian?
filled me, her.
Guess what? IV.
joy.
beginning in the community did not dare.
I had a sort of code of ethics.
I'm going to Mexico Cris, Mark told me in mid-March, while I was in Ida insulin. Three months.
I leave the whole shebang. Perhaps it is another objector to the service transport in the morning, let us know early in the Oratory of San Giulio.
sketched a smile.
hope is a girl, I joked.
By Mark el'obiettore absent and late to be assigned had a lot to do with myself. I annoys me. My non-existent will power soon slipped into a dark abyss. Rolled at the speed of a tetris level nine.
In late spring, with the sun in lines that broke the windows, I was doing in the bathroom, and Marci was pee.
Convinced that it was the insulin content to be equal.
I Ida and Marci.
equal.
Suvi not.
It was not long before he began to look at me with a frown adult full of reproach.
Suvi knew that I knew. But I managed to dematerialize even that bit of excitement to see her and I found in being with her. And what kept me attached to things and the present.
a Friday noon, in front of our pretzels, was restless and eager to return to the community. I was weak but still talking about the case.
Of Strokes.
She told me to go into the community. But not in his thoughtful added.
We got up in unison after a moment of ice.
No time for a drink.
the polaroid the glass was still full of heavy foam.
Our relationship suffered a turning violent.
And I asked the civil service cuts to health problems.
Two Monday after I had folded and at home.
Blind.
Two Monday after that, I was clean and at home. With the window wide open, the heavy air of autumn was running on the blankets.
But she worked the tables in front of my balcony, right in the middle of my viewfinder. Just as before I left.
I had only ever taken photos.
morbidly, perhaps.
fixing the lens without a lens.
I had plans. Neither wants to make.
But resented the enthusiasm I had felt Suvi helping to put the glasses in the pool.
Any movement inside me was indistinct. I did not recognize the difference between feelings.
Fear, need, desire.
Enthusiasm, excitement, love.
Noia.
marker of a whole, without shades.
Carmen But something was moving.
I was alive.
One day he noticed that the stool and stared at a face of greeting from behind the lens.
Mediated.
But alive.
I was playing with fire.
playing with fire.
Bored, the window of my first floor.
Carmen wagged its tail between the tables of my movies, with cutting boards for meats in the background.
wanted in the first floor you.
Sparano three hundred and saw his knuckles, in frantic motion.
The olives on toothpicks. An arrow in the chest of Patroclus.
The blood on the sandwich or the sauce on the armature.
Ben mass, nothing to say.
And I an idiot with nothing better to do.
lives on the first floor of a condominium sixties, gray and flaky enough to not feel safe.
My corner balcony let me dominate Street Via Volta and Golgi, as a pirate of the road. A camera for modern taste.
Blind.
From the day I had not taken leave to do anything.
I had to return to cultivate a field or place in a post office to go to complain. They had stuff from a subsidiary of the medium ones.
Before I was not doing anything.
And now that I could not go back to doing what I did before. Nothing.
My mother had ceased to encourage me. She had gone to complain. Then he sighs. Now I avoided his eyes. Did not go out on balcony, to avoid having to come to terms with my image matte, indistinct from the background of the geraniums. I
hammock.
I sat at a table, swinging on a metal chair leg.
I do to fix the things that were happening to me disappointed. I
out.
I stopped. I
.
Cristiano, bring your slippers to Marci.
The bath of the community shone with Lysol.
Suvi on Friday morning and I would clean up, while the boys were committed to the recreation center. Then spending the weekend. We stuff the fridge with eggs and fresh vegetables and give us a drink at the club of sailors, Cologno south.
of sailors there were none in Cologne.
Perhaps only a few hackers by two soldiers.
remained Aunt Nora knew his business, as well dressed as a true sailor. Olivia's arm wrestling, a little 'overweight and surly that arise.
do not know how it happened, but we had taken a liking to. And one day it had begun to expect. To ask why we had not come on the Friday before. If the community everything went smooth. If we had contributions by the municipality. As I was, I was whiter than usual.
Much more white than usual.
If I ate.
Christian you are a ghost, he said, without filters.
Suvi laughed, with incredibly large incisors and separate.
And I moved her hair behind her ears, I stammered that I was a strong, almost like her.
Sitting at the table, she and I alone, facing each other, searches us waiting for the pretzels. Then under the influence of a rain of beer in half-empty stomach, chat distracted. Lost.
For a time I thought I love him, in defiance of the age difference. I was convinced for a quarter of an hour. Half closed her eyes as she stunned me with smiles and words nose.
Then I think again.
As in any love story nineties, wanted to demonstrate that sexually attractive. Was not to last more than a couple of months.
was the duemilaesei. And still looking for a story like that. Waiting to be invested with the same enthusiasm with which we await the green for pedestrians on footpaths. Like the wind in your face uphill. What a crack and leave.
We took a polaroid every drink order. Evidence that he had finished all her beer that damn media. And at noon in most, but the balance of six, including all stars winter martini white and light trousers.
Suvi laughed in my ear talking to non-lawyer and his almond eyes disappeared in the cheeks.
Over the weekend I came Rho.
And I was wrong. I spent Saturday night to listen to others talk about missed boring week.
You had to see it, Christian. This came into the classroom to a quarter of an hour after the end of the lesson and the teacher held in check for a time of slaughter. In the end he has not even finished his speech and left in a hurry, with his head that he was sweating and books picked up somewhat in his arms.
I nodded, alternative music but go, noo, Vala, I say. Then the final ref. Pen and voice shouted vibrating bass. I got up noisily, the chair trembled. The replace with your toe.
And I was going to make me a dose in the staff bathroom.
Thanks to the staff. Alias \u200b\u200bDiego Garr. Soon after me, in alphabetical order of V ^ B Majorana high school.
Monday in the community there was a lot of stuff to do.
The study had to be passed in order that maniacal social worker to protect children had come to check if new cards to send home. But first I had to dress Marci and Ida, that Mark, the role of educator, passed at nine o'clock, and took them to the center. Perennially late, I sipped the lamentations of the social worker. A pale girl and anonymous, at least half of me.
had to say about music as I prepared to put children on Suvi tight pigtails, white on me that I was thin, and frankly a little proposition figure to a child.
My extreme apathy, in cases like this was a quality.
He should have seen me my mother.
If you disconnect the brain was essentially happy.
Stare at the pool with Suvi, hardly see her swim with a smile stuck wrong made me feel good. Lesson in humility, useful to a stunted and underdeveloped ego like mine.
When there was me she was doing. He turned and shouted.
How many minutes have been under a Christian?
filled me, her.
Guess what? IV.
joy.
beginning in the community did not dare.
I had a sort of code of ethics.
I'm going to Mexico Cris, Mark told me in mid-March, while I was in Ida insulin. Three months.
I leave the whole shebang. Perhaps it is another objector to the service transport in the morning, let us know early in the Oratory of San Giulio.
sketched a smile.
hope is a girl, I joked.
By Mark el'obiettore absent and late to be assigned had a lot to do with myself. I annoys me. My non-existent will power soon slipped into a dark abyss. Rolled at the speed of a tetris level nine.
In late spring, with the sun in lines that broke the windows, I was doing in the bathroom, and Marci was pee.
Convinced that it was the insulin content to be equal.
I Ida and Marci.
equal.
Suvi not.
It was not long before he began to look at me with a frown adult full of reproach.
Suvi knew that I knew. But I managed to dematerialize even that bit of excitement to see her and I found in being with her. And what kept me attached to things and the present.
a Friday noon, in front of our pretzels, was restless and eager to return to the community. I was weak but still talking about the case.
Of Strokes.
She told me to go into the community. But not in his thoughtful added.
We got up in unison after a moment of ice.
No time for a drink.
the polaroid the glass was still full of heavy foam.
Our relationship suffered a turning violent.
And I asked the civil service cuts to health problems.
Two Monday after I had folded and at home.
Blind.
Two Monday after that, I was clean and at home. With the window wide open, the heavy air of autumn was running on the blankets.
But she worked the tables in front of my balcony, right in the middle of my viewfinder. Just as before I left.
I had only ever taken photos.
morbidly, perhaps.
fixing the lens without a lens.
I had plans. Neither wants to make.
But resented the enthusiasm I had felt Suvi helping to put the glasses in the pool.
Any movement inside me was indistinct. I did not recognize the difference between feelings.
Fear, need, desire.
Enthusiasm, excitement, love.
Noia.
marker of a whole, without shades.
Carmen But something was moving.
I was alive.
One day he noticed that the stool and stared at a face of greeting from behind the lens.
Mediated.
But alive.
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