September ...
He gave me the melancholy and the joy of being alone ...
but there is silence ...
are in the midst of the noise.
Days pass,
the grass grows,
the ripe grapes ...
the fig tree hangs
and hair increases your heart of stone.
Summer is on sale, like clothes and shoes
and I cling to those rays
stretching with hands
dreaming of ...
adjust the swing route of Matilda,
too big a burden that has broken!
more time passes, the greater
the resentment I feel towards you,
for your immaturity
spiritual and sentimental.
You are the abortion that I never committed.
Why?
There is no forgiveness for those who do not
asks
e. .. do not give.
Your silence is deafening statement.
It 's the contributory cause of my gastritis ... If
chew bar polystyrene
my stomach acid, would suffer less.
September ...
except the last one taken by Simone on 08/08/2010 at Puntarrighini Giolli.
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