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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and I gladly climbed to his house, I willingly gave up the coat in the entrance, I gladly followed him as he walks with his safe step and while he goes touches the things that are his, (the drawer, a quick look at the cards, collects a newspaper sitting in the chair, touches the table) and docile I followed him that...
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you know my women, as it is long the night when you face it after months of winter frosts. You know how long it is and how much it is worth every moment you spend with him, in two, in the dark, the world out and nothing else important. and so it was: after so many words that had emptied my head, after so many questions and...
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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.
