Category: So Nuda
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Ah, my lady if she knew... because my life must be so complicated, the always difficult things, nothing that I smoothly seem, always a hindrance after the other, I turn off the printer, because the Taliban does not send me an email instead of always calling me, I turn off the radio and collect my cards in a pile, because...
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Ah my lady, he knew... (2/3) And already life would be sufficiently difficult and tiring so, that already at home I have two children (a divine grace my lady, this is true, but I dare to confess that often the Divine Graces have an intrinsic price that would be well evaluated in advance, being able to do it), a dog (small...
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Ah, ma'am, kind dott.ssa, you will say that flat life sucks and is tiring, but I assure you that even life full of twists isn't always a great deal, and although ineffective you can't call it "schifosa", it's certainly tiring. It follows the report. My dear lady, I told you before, how...
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that is the importance of words There are in the background to the page where you read the mail, a series of words that no one ever reads. They are words written in small, just mentioned, that none of us ever have time to want to read: the usual useless words. (Instead the words all have their meaning, and they are not...
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I found a job. So I found work. They called me and they don't say no on the phone. You go there and they say no when you are there. So I went, embossing: a replacement of motherhood, figurative...In fact. The office is located in the most prestigious part of the city: Prato della Valle. But just...
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He spills and I'll let myself get. I look at it in the eyes, but then I close them, that strong and too many are my emotions, I do not know what end they would make me do, and we roll under the table, as if we were 15 years old and instead I lived at least 100 lives myself, that I could count and tell.it is extraordinary...
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Poetry for a man who escapes Because I don't see that thin hand slowly opens up cauta approaches my face and slowly gets concave to take its forms; instead all my life taking light poses and welcomes my cheek, and reopens spaceless of teche my are already bright skies. Have courage.
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Poem of lost love I could also return. There is nothing to establishcertodefinite in my life,nothing that can not changebetter,define,design again. I live my contradictions in the full awareness that I am, I must face them, to me I answer. because being an independent woman does not mean having a job and keeping with thatand paying bills. I am independent woman of head,free in thoughts,that...
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The new man will be a man who will love me because I am so, full of doubt and contradictions. He will like my arms a little big, he will not see my cellulite on his legs, he will appreciate when I have smooth legs for wax but he will never see regrowth. He'll like my speeches and stay...
