Hello, I decided, I tell you that she never wanted to appoint me and I will not. Her will that permeates this and other places. Its essence and its scent will be yours, once again, only if you are able to follow my thoughts. So you can understand my excitement: the most visceral and hidden. I speak of her that has split into two self-centered my life: on one hand and what appears, on the other that no one, to date, has never even remotely hinted at. I speak to her. Soul, this is the name it deserves. She has and is everything a should be. Soul came on tiptoe without me ... and it was just madness. No, please do not misunderstand me as your usual, I mean crazy as energy. Madness endless whirlwind of emotions, joy, mad, mad anarchy of the mind (hate this phrase, right?), Madness from ice castles! I must be very careful and to weigh every word because they read all this: I'm sure! You're absolutely right: If I act well, what else do if not lost myself, and she wants me to be. Then a good kick up the backside to the processors that too long, I have been glued on him. Fuck my jackets and shirts, ties, shoes, and everything that relates exclusively to the appearance. He's right, when dreams of a meeting with myself, who walk slowly on a promenade, dressed in a pair of jeans, light linen shirt and sneakers. Fucking right! I am this and nothing else. I, at least with Soul, undress all the stereotypes that often you tell me, belong to normal living. I know of two centuries and still did not understand that I'm not normal! I love myself with a higher rate of self-absorption is so high that, if it existed, could melt any "egocentrometro. Quell'egocentrismo that belongs to fools, children and artists. I leave you to decide which of the categories apply to me. I love myself, so I'm even narcissus (the two aspects of character that can not coexist) and then, or you love me or hate me. Take it or leave it! Soul understood it in a nanosecond, when the 270 never have even thought of. Vanishing has the right ... including extremely late: too! I have to talk to her? I do and I will do, the story continues.
You and I, we found that feelings are unstable as in everyday life. Perfect, "once again" you will say it is not, in any way. Not this time ... you have this: "hey ... brother are in the shit, but what this wonderfull world. "Here we are in deep shit ... what the hell are you doing here ... I do not speak with you! Me and Soul, we are with an almost sadistic, uncontrollable desire to swim and splash around in the middle to the neck: in any case we would be happy contradictory. Do not reveal to the place where I met her, but as I've heard, seen and wanted right now ... this, I can tell. It 'came into my Existing as a flash that rips a tree in two, like a gust of wind Siberian that leaves you trembling and confused. As a puff of breeze came in me, caressing my soul and then blow on my heart a longing for life: what I miss him too long. If, as you know, "a week forever," I was shocked to life, inspired me slide down a gentle slope infinity and still can not see the end. She has not pulled back and, at least for now flows to me that slope without boundaries. I heard his voice you know? She was embarrassed as a kid (if I consider my age definitely comes close all'accezione) the first date. The tone was over the top: I guess ravanare his hand through his hair, once curly and now stretched, looking for a full stop. But the voice that called my name, was a shot in the chest ... it was a metaphor ... not killed me, I just got confirmation to what I hear and feel. ... ... I think I love it. Loving Across the border for so many assume. The closer I feel like no, but although it was present. I want it every second ... even now, what else should I do (for example, crashing on the bed ...) and, Holy shit, I feel it with me. Ice Castles states yet? I slam the ball: Do not you even fucking hypocrite! I talk about you and what do you do, I break it ... do not you dare ... not this time. I will continue to do so, you will, at the limit stops, but we stop this foolhardy down ... Down? It occurs to me, my head back, a maximum of "Foo": You know what of "Mickey Mouse and Donald Duck." In a comic I read something that is well suited: ".... It 's funny how a down view from the bottom ... so like a rose ... "It will be uphill or downhill? Soul now I speak to you ... it will be difficult in both cases, but do not be afraid my hands shake and your in the same way your behave. United we will not be so bad.
It 's almost dawn, and maybe I'd better go to sleep ... tomorrow I hope to be awakened by someone really unique ... and then I'll talk more about her: sweet soul.
