Five - Do not kill
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Title: Disastrous storm sparse on the ground a house.
Subtitle: All that remains is a breathtaking view.
That is how is that sometimes I think should happen to my story, a tragic event or at least drastic, inevitable that all gates, to allow me to start over, to make me do it.
's important is that this is an external event, something that I can then tell your friends say "success is going on ..." with the tone of "I'd try it again, has not been MY a failure. "
It `why` and `what is burning, gnawing, breaking, which breaks: the specter of bankruptcy, yet another story that does not work and" poor thing is alone again "or" this is my nephew spinster " . The fear
tethered and violent minds: the fear that, if I delete this from my life, that which remains `I chop off your breath, but not for beauty, but to asphyxia. Instead
a nice event that raises me from the outside and responsibilities of the charge of bastardy him: that he did not leave me is contemplated, it would create a vicious child, like when my mom gave away the game that I did not use more and I suddenly became the most beautiful in the world. It `
, something unexpected, unthinkable, something that may surprise us to the point of having to rethink every action, every word. A nice clean-up: zero to zero and the ball at the center.
It is hard to think about these things, it is tiring, more painful to try to make a decision: stay or leave, that never happens to double.
today are more tired than usual.
S. Valentino is doing more damage past New Year's Eve, fireworks and there were also injured. The restaurant should
usually reserved for far too long to think of not going, and that nonstabene nonsifa, and then proceed to appropriate the peace negotiations - or truce? - And go.
not got much to say and what we need is not suitable, perhaps, to a dinner of S. Valentino, or at least I `I` I want him we have to face it. A
see us from outside are almost enviable: we exchange endearments, laugh often, we play up to that.
Until one of you says or does something wrong, which is never the same, never to categorize, defects to precise ever reported or known. Indeed. Indeed, the flaws are built, the flaws will embroider, the faults are sketched, as numbered in the path of the Week Puzzles, only that we have not even numerini, only those damned dots and do not know how to justify the trouble we cause and then because of sweat and elbow grease pencil to draw flying elephants bearing beams that irritate the eyes.
Even yesterday evening.
It is funny, do not even remember how is started, ie, can not remember the words, the content, but the modalities are still the `.
At a certain point is like when you have the sudden spasms of nausea, of those who do not give you time to get to the bathroom: there is something that bothers me, hurts me and I do not have time to analyze, understand it sometimes, I see that already - it `, I see them - the words that come out of my mouth and I wish I could get my hands before and stop them or pick them up and put them back in, but keep talking undaunted and the process is violent, say more things that do not I admit, I do not agree more and I start to speak up and keep talking, as if trying to clean a stain stofinandola hide in the mud. And I look sick
words sour, with a porcelain doll look innocent and surprised, So, as if I were not so much that I blame a little bit and I do worthwhile.
From that moment on is pure creative effort: to justify the discomfort, pain, reaction, the words, how.
Finding a solution to make this understandable and acceptable to him and to me, especially me.
Maybe if I understood the source of these events, this story would not be so bad, but there are some, more and more often and I do not know how to stop them.
The rest is not so terrible ', indeed.
fact. Then he bends down, I get closer to the nose to the neck and says, "Good this fragrance," and I said "I do not wear perfume," and he "Then you know you're good."
So we know we are good.
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