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time lost. The other sky

Sorry.

Meanwhile, life goes on
with the incessant beat of the heart,
with the shouting in the background in the world.

love for open spaces,
the intimacy of a small hole.

How can I leave all this?
How can I?

never regret, and lost time.

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I would like to have you in my dreams
short hair and intelligent eyes
spoken dissolved and a great culture
to tell me in bed I would love

to have you in my dreams
with blue eyes and blond hair
pervaded by a great shyness
with the body that vibrates when you touch you I wish I could have


to you in my dreams I know you well with your day
and your dark curly ochhi

to touch your exuberance and cheerful laughter and loud

I wish I could have my dreams
black skin and kinky hair
white lips and white teeth and the smell of wood
unexplored

I wish I could have my dreams
with green eyes and red hair
white skin and full of dots
as the stars of a big sky fake
where to look for my zodiac sign

But in my dreams there are
I'm not worthy, not even to watch you approach

if I sleep or if I'm awake and daydreaming

But one day, sooner or later you meet him, not sure of
know if in a dream or in real life
and my eyes blue as the sky
may reflect the different sky.

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We are ruled by an infant

Thirty-one years, married for four, his mother, sitting in front of the chair fighting the daily battle to feed the baby.
Pastina.
Stelline for exactness.
For the child is one of many moments of the day of contact and play with my mom. For the mother as well. But if he stopped doing "brrrrrrr .." spraying the topping on all sides, it would not hurt. For every morsel that comes into port, down the compliments. "Bravo Silviuccio eating the pasta! Bravo, bravo, bravo." Imagine if the mother is looking at the stars stuck to the chair, the face of bambno, to his face.
A dinner for her husband, noodles.
Stelline for exactness.
Her husband now is great, eats with education, while almost automatically unrolls the television news. And when his wife points out that a star has been attached to the chin, levandola, thanked his wife. With
Silviuccio not. Indeed, once the mother, exasperated, told with his voice slightly more consistent "Enough!" All hell broke loose. Sound and fury. "Bad Mother. You ugly, I am good. I am good."
Silviuccio need compliments to grow. No notes and criticism. Indeed, as soon as possible, make a law to silence those who complimented him instead of stopping to look at those four stars stuck to the chair, the face of her mother, to her face.