Today I am a bit in June They are in Bologna. I like a guy in a bar that is not seen him for days. One of the children to whom I take care of you is sick all day and then tomorrow I will be messy ... And today there is no longer a nice time and all the guys ignore me xDDD
I also received good news but do not want to anticipate anything that is not secure. Crossroad fingers.
The distance between us you breathe It's like a bar of a bar What's eyes pass unhindered, and where the hands can not reach.
disimulare I try to, but maybe you already knew I a girl a bit strange. writes in a corner while taking a capuccino and vents without saying a word.
you smile, you smile at me But tomorrow you hide Maybe you're a box of mysteries For those who know you closely.
Maybe I'm wrong and the look is not existed Maybe I am convinced of a lie endlessly For me it is important to understand the reality that life Before I go out without mercy.
If you've read this far and you know who are You already know how to find me, you saw in his notebook Breathe and think well what deccidirai Why there will never be another opportunity.
Now that can not walk more on your way, now that I think of you in silence, now that one of my vague thoughts, I miss you. I miss you a little bit. How many moments of happiness and tears. How many furtive glances around Port Romana. How many nights thinking about tomorrow. How many nights lost in Piazza Piola, or Ticinese. How many eyes fixed on the canals. It is true, maybe you're sad and chaotic, like me. Maybe you're just a mom who stole her children, and tries desperately to recover from a mass of strangers.
're like that greeting the boy Atm I said "hello" when walking to the tram stop. Greetings lost with the wind. Maybe you're not the truth, as they sing the Afterhours. Infuse, you have been clothed in hypocrisy. "There will be money to power in Milan - I've heard a few times. The reality is that you run. Escape. Voli. Stop. Look good. You're beautiful. A young woman ripe. You do not have to explain to those who insult you. Who treat you badly. You just have patience.
With you, I learned what life. Cos' is to be happy or cry from the heart. You made me understand that life should be lived, not dreamed. What we must not ever give up. That for many shots that you give, you receive many insults, your heart is in walking distance if you want. I learned to grow. To be more mature, even if you hide inside of me a little 'a child.
"You really in love with Milan "- I heard her say. Yes, in fact, I'm in love with you. Why you gave me everything. I do not know if you were expecting something from me, I do not know if some meetings have been a coincidence or if it meant something, like the first time I said "You know vedom" rather than see you.
Maybe. Maybe I got something for you. Your way of speaking and being. I look like a bit of Milan, I say Emilia, the Veneto, the Ligurian. The truth is that I only learned in his heart, from March 2007. They pass and vanish. You're always there and never let me, as if I had invoked. As if I were now I am also one of your daughter.
