It has become a habit. "We are so accustomed to people who tease, considering that that love has no price I'm willing to do anything to have a bit ', and when finally know someone who is really sincere, I will pay by providing all the love I have, looking for something that does not go away. "
are two different sentences together and mounted both come from" musicians. " It surprises me to quote them understanding, a piece at a time that we are a unique breed because basically different people sometimes feel the same way ... one is attributed to B. Marley and the other certainly is Lorenzo Cherubini ... approach into practice is like a meal made from spaghetti with clams, swordfish and Ligurian tiramisu to a hot dog ... But I like to mix "the sacred and the profane." And then, in life there is a time when the clams are good, and another where you want a dog bell'hot greasy and full of sauce. They are not just two people who have never met my very thought, though musically unparalleled worldwide and the first pop-popular (and populist) the second. It
: winter gathers his old fatigue dawn, and I quote third musician, even a poet. The effort of the thaw. Live from the summer that was "hot" chains of hyperbole that I think is tiring as "random coincidences." Because we are all small novels, and sometimes there seems to be behind an author who likes to pull the strings. Hyperbole at work, in friendships and affections hyperbole. The missile part to
the world of the unexpected: land on a planet again. What awaits us all when new people come into our orbit. And here you pass from novel to film: how to remember all of us, when we change course and orbit? Everyone knows and brings her experience. Now there are kisses
Language knotted. Everything is hot and your hands while they sprout into each other. Now there are tears and poignant letters up to date. Past is past and hugging tight that you do not want to let go and train to lose. Bites wind whipping the wait. And while he waits for him or her, the drum in my chest. Bum. Bum. Bum .... while above the conductor who did not often control of the drum, trying desperately to bring order to the chaos of that music. The drum beats, the heart slows down ... walk ... head. A new presence: new doubts. An old woman who returns at the most unexpected. Opposite, the cry of those who already have children and the house looks sad for those who have passed the glad youth, but stormy ... but then it follows the look and happy to know that someone will continue your journey: el 'You have done just with another person. No matter how it goes or has gone with you. That is and will remain.
So I can think of this stone house in a remote village in the mountains of Liguria. Not so remote, but makes the scene. Inside I saw and spoke to two people happy. But if I remembered the ghe PenSuite " and sense so much or is part ... and Zena or g'ha formòu back o seu nio ." (* translation at the bottom to the non-" genovofoni "... and a bit of shame for you if you do not know the song zeneizi ).
"Forming the nest," this is the phrase that reminds me. They were even younger than me. She was perhaps a bit 'a pain in the ass, objectively ... and he was perhaps a bit' apathy was difficult to understand which of them was the man. But they were happy and who cares fuck the rest ... Maybe everything was masked and destined to collapse at any moment. But is that connection we all seek: too. E 'ephemeral and can break. It can even occur after time and in unexpected ways. It can inhibit and even destroy any connection better or worse, or can be a means to further unexpected. And to be destroyed, it can still reform.
What I mean is that you can not win a fuck if you do not play.
What I mean is that just around the corner do not know what there is. Enjoy ten-year plan to make: the author of the novel has fun or maybe suffer with you when you them messes Part of his intellect or add to your story. And then you miss it, but inside you there is a co-novelist, who added against your will or your business, new words to words ... to the historical events and so exciting that you're spending and who is called
... But you already know what it's called.
* " And without so many things started, and Genoa has formed its nest again "
