Monday, February 21, 2011

What Happeend To Fakku



slept. When he was tired he slept with his mouth open. Like an idiot. It would have been happy to know. The nights would have spent mirarsi sleep. Living is at the bottom to see a misfortune or a party, but only to assist, involved to a certain point, witnesses at most and no more. Just remove the air, no longer counting on the muscles, not walk because their legs. Flying. Assist. Assist with all your soul, watch with all your soul. Fans as a case of others. Ashamed of their own problems. Indulge. Be good to yourself. Where a prison, freeing a butterfly. Instead of killing a go. Flying. Sleep. Flying asleep, to love without being loved, or loved in return. Decide especially when it depends on us, and if it depends on us to obey. Sleep anyway. Or simply betray.
There were letters that he sent. words in prayer
the ingratitude of a final remedy would have destroyed. There must be a necessity in those unusual so easy to run out, and therefore negligible, reciprocated ever, not even the love of his love, which had reopened two thoughts or want closed in a single force, saying, I come without my, or my stay here.

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