A year ago today that I know you and you are not here while I'm stuck in this chair at my desk, a computer with its images and words, and these cards. ..
Today I can only hope that soon all this has a different connotation in space and time and write something.
And I thought I'd post it here on this blog that sometimes makes you twist your mouth, sometimes in a smile (my favorite) and sometimes because "who knows what are you thinking?" (No I am actually hurt them even those times: D). From this virtual
sheet that talks about me ... but to think of it is part of a year or so to talk to you ... and besides anke anke us.
Less than a year ago I made a promise, that by them not long after t'avrebbe made it clear that I was not as crazy as you thought, I was so much more!
And waiting for your return to "Love Where Art Thou?" I can only have them here by the good wishes ...
For now I write from here, you already know you'll read
From this tangle of disorganized thoughts.
E 'here I am writing to thank you as well. Anthony
Chekhov wrote that we must fight to squeeze the slave away from the soul.
And I squeeze it out of that slave nn I just could not.
And I was just me. It was my individual being filled with "feelings" too counterproductive to show and pull out, if nn for the few people you trust, and sometimes even with them!
was my falling in love with the handbrake on I did go through faults and failings of others.
was a "tomorrow" that did not exist. They were a "yesterday" and a "now" where I was prey to resentment, vices, conscience in conflict, hatred, desolation, hypochondria, in a corner with closed fists and evil eye to everything else and too many "waves".
And then you came you.
One of my new utopia.
desired, sought and achieved like never before.
And now my thoughts any of you is pregnant.
And every thought of you is like a "Dali", but maybe you understand nn "Wow !!!".
that living with you is simply to live in all senses of the word.
'Na love bomb! Besides
thanks ...
To love me and support me in any condition ... I always wonder how you do: D!?!? Besides
anke excuse by ...
Sorry for my not wanting to ever admit when wrong, to sum up my talk nonsense in one sentence long, make it for my "wonderful" that knows how many times it makes you rosicare ....
besides, you know, thanks ...
To know how to be you ... Anke
I swear I was only a slightly different, I think you would be nn the one I love ...
But are you really as you are ... ecchè else could I do?!
To be alive is a moment in the infinity ....
And so thank you ..... Why
moment you decided to spend it with me ....
Yours.
