Saturday, January 15, 2011

Mild Cramps And Bloated But Not Started Periods

Boarding ... flowering oleander

"I am in the rain

slipping on the windshield,

in the song that is going on the radio,

who smile in your lips when they think about us.

can not rain forever.

I'm waiting for the sun comes back ... "

Mild, sweet words, barely whispered,

almost as if wanting to give the glass a bit 'hazy,

let them slip away, so

read

fast ...

That certain girl now

not consider even more the world around her,

no longer sought nothing, no response

staring at the life of the cold autumn morning slip to the side,

with the same detachment with which you look at the leaves dagl'aceri

fall in autumn,

so, as if it were a thing, life.

Regardless, looking at the miracle

disinterested in front of the natural cycle of things,

small leaves that leave the "Mother"

to return to being something else ... in everything, in all the events.

Death, which brings with it, again, a rebirth.

His face was leaning against the cold window

of that car direct from the airport,

fast that sped through the fields,

of the infinite plain.

Yet another trip.

the nth departure.

Another posting.

"The problem now is to find the exact definition."

This was his only words during the dinner the night before.

He knew what he was referring.

In a way one could understand,

is never good in life, not knowing inside

not understand what is our place in the world

not knowing now, if you are starting or returning.

in him a still image came to mind from the depths of a

night spent thinking, trying to find a way to solve

to reorder

a tangled web of confusion and anger ...

a still image of her:

a moon now lost in the endless maze of dark skies,

that can no longer meet its sun,

to treat yourself to that moment of infinite ecstasy,

the eclipse,

the union of two bodies which together create a force so strong

veil from the ground, wrapping it in the dark, the mystery

magic.

A hug can infinite

off the light to the real world.

"Remember one thing"

...

he said in a firm voice,

decided

stared at the road and was unimpressed

but inside him began to read those words that always

were engraved in his heart and that he remained there, motionless,

waiting for that moment

waiting

that the page took shape

"you're also in the beauty of that flower,

of that beautiful flower oleander ...

pink, fresh, lively ...

flowers on that cliff, between the earth and nothing ...

clinging to its rock

kissed by the sun,

breeze,

that brings you back every day, the smell of the sea

and you will stay there,

to drink the rain,

to consider the stars,

to learn the changing of the tides

...

I will, I'm here and I'm watching you

from the bottom of this terrace of this house,

overlooking the sea,

our OCEANOmare,

looking at us and guides us,

always recommended the right things

...

could climb the rocks

come and catch you

but you know I would never do that,

I'm watching you

beautiful and pure

and strengthen your roots

...

and if one day you'll hear

that it is time to leave the rock

you'll get dropped

down, free

infinity vortex

where it meets the more ...

ground, heat, dark

air, stars, sun

moments, regrets, words

kisses, tears, sweat, twitching ...

will challenge the abyss, just topped it all

...

the wind will decide for you,

for you, feel the wind

and him, you trusted

and if you take on that terrace, this terrace

will be your

borderline between life and charm

between sky and sea

captured by quest'effimera and wonderful reality,

slave now the dream from which stems

...

never have any doubt,

I will always be on the terrace,

our terrace,

suspended between nothing and nowhere, and if

want to see me, because only you can do

let the wind bearers

...

I I'll be there by himself to play the piano,

beautiful and damned as you like

with the tuxedo on the back,

sash and bow well-folded and put away the chair

borsalino and stick resting on the tail of the plane

hair long, and I do not see a sugl'occhi

three-day beard

shirt open white

trousers supported by elegant strap

... absolutely barefoot barefoot

glass of Franciacorta Rosé

partially filled

bottle in the basket full of ice

my fingers on the keys

my eyes on you

lips and dimples

encountered a smile

...

And this music ...



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