Dedicated to Carro

Dedicated to Carro

and in general to men of good will

My lady,
If she knew how much I miss her, her yellow silk dress, the lamp with
the soft light, the calm I found in here. I do so much and it's like I don't do any of it.
right: sometimes you know, I stop and take the discomfort of having done so many
errors since I was small, so small you don't even know
of my existence.
The other night
I am awake, a rock inside the chest, under the esophagus and above the breasts, a
black stone that seemed the usual sudiciume tangle that I once did not feel
And now he takes me at night. I was standing there thinking, and I thought
on the fact that it was probably not a heart attack but a simple attack
panic. The panic is the uncontrolled fear of something: I looked in
and there was nothing uncontrollable around. And then it passed, and I
I fell asleep, even though she left me her viscid feeling for
all day and I went to work Benedict where they are days when
breathe sawing.


I don't.
Benedict, no, because I learned something in my life and
One thing is caution in saying things. Words have meaning and value and
a burden, and mine, I've seen, can do harm to others and me. And if, I
I thought, even Carro one day thought that I had to close my blogs (and in fact I closed them, for months I closed this and I emigrated to Perniciosamente Persisto, until he found it and I closed anceh that) , if he put in the list the possibility to denounce me and
attack me with all his power to me that I am no one, on the thing that
I have more dear and that more comforts me, my writing, I mean, if it has
even just thought and said out loud, then I have to learn to be
Careful. That is not just anger that makes people dangerous, but
also feel threatened in its normality.
I think he knows
Carro, I still think about it sometimes, and I have a small vortex that still turns in
bottom of the belly, behind the navel, and turns bright, like a small
turning it off the spring wind. I let her vibrate, which is not right
That you're drowning. I can't filter everything yet, even this I've learned
from my kidney colic, many things can stay and others can slip
away, they should not be filtered out all fearing that they are lost in the middle of the waste. So
every now and then I think about him, and also I go to see (always more rarely by now)
his profile on Facebook, and I smile about how he manages his
privacy, my king inside his precious barrel, and I smile inside me because
Now he's gone, but first he's been with me. He asked me to kiss him first.
first he chose me and wanted me and in his own way, he loved me.
I shouldn't.
My lady, I know I'm not supposed to, but he never goes this far.
this, and it will never go back, but the same I want to put here the
song that makes me think of him, that I sing to squarciagola when I hear her
radio, because it's my song and I like to dedicate it to him,
I wrote it, I would like to be Nina Zilli to sing it, instead
I'm just a Superkoars in a sea of trouble and I sing it myself and I dance
by myself in the kitchen, that by now of my past I don't care anymore,
cares about the future and obsess me with the present, and I have removed his contact with
Skype because it hurt me as well as tripping a couple of times a day
write things that were not addressed to him, but if I say enough,
on the other hand I still have that little whirlwind within me that I cannot and not
I want to choke.
And then, down here,
I'll beat the words. Because words have meaning.



If you
Come back to me saying
It was a mistake.
Let me get away from you
If you
Tell me about me
Saying that
Are Your regret and you can't sleep
Then I'd say
This time it would be forever
It wouldn't matter if
Your words
They hurt me. but so much worth
This time it is forever
Because pride in love is a limit
That's only for a moment and then
Hunger comes back
If you
I felt there was something
You don't know how to explain
Don't ask me
You deny the truth
Now you don't need to cry
You can let me fall.
Forget not enough
But tell me it's forever
It wouldn't matter if
Your words
They hurt me, but it's worth it.
I don't give up tonight.
Because if I lose in love I forgive you
Let the world light for a moment and then
Go away the light

And I know It's stupid to think different.
From what you really are
Of what I gave I didn't get back
Not even that minimum
So it's worth being sick
As you drown in your mistakes
And I try to understand Irrefrenabile
Need to seek love
In that land that is fertile even to
Die
And instead of dying, I learned to breathe
Forever uh yeah
Your words
They hurt me, but it's worth it.
This time, I won't say anything.
Why pride in love is a limit
That satiate only for a moment and and then 
Hunger comes back






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