Category: So Nuda
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In the beginning it was summer. The man I sat with at dinner on a warm evening in June was just as beautiful as it had always been since the first day we met. A lot of years had passed before he showed up with me in a little email: – I'm in...
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And if it were true that at some point in life, when you seem to have understood how things are between men and women of the second lap, it was time to throw knowledge to the nettles? If it were true that we women usually...
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You tell me what pain I live with, that I dream your embrace at night, the engulf that wraps and gives breath.
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the question of expectations I do not speak, I do not write, I do not tell, I do not say. Don't want to miss me. I live things alone with a slight unconsciousness, including defeats, crisis, money, affection. I meet today a giant in unusual ways, coming out as they are, neither strong nor weak, without art nor...
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I was sucked into a place where nothing happens, but nothing important. I live and surrender, literal living in the day, both for money, as well as for work, or children. Planning denied me and since every time I was planning to do a...
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At the cinema alone Ah ma'am, I invoked her yesterday, and now here I am, with something to tell her that I can't say. Listen to me. I was in the back of the movie, and I thought I'd think too much while watching the ladies embellished in front of me, the wrinkled skin, the lipstick...
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The story of a dream Suddenly I decided to enter the playground, a recurring thing in my night life. The park in part already knew it so I brought the young part of me that could be my daughter but it was not, to line up in front of a machine that seemed a carousel...
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dedicated to the master of ceremonies (even if he betrayed me) Last night, after you left, I closed the food in the boxes, I covered it with the film, I put in the fridge what was to be put, I loaded the dishwasher with the dishes and all this I did without thinking, with the need that...
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Good morning, ma'am, how are you? I wrote a lot of things at this time when you didn't see me here and I did more. I found on my way a Lovely Editor who would love more to be called the Red Buddha, appreciable effort to be recognized for what he thinks he is, but...
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She will say that I am presumptuous, in the best case she will think that I am an illusion, in any case will not give credit to my words, shaking the head imperceptibly and with a slight pleased smile will stand there, stop to listen to me, perhaps a little worried about this my new way of seeing things. But I tell you, ma'am.
