06.20.2009 (published posthumously unconscious) So we pretend lovers tonight and I can watch you smile, as I have not looked at anything, without doing it in secret. The beautiful red-haired girl reading a book of love, at sunset, the clouds that seem lit from sugar carnival. Feel the bass and piano. Write the tears and let me out because I need to scream and throw myself off the bridge, where the homeless sleep, and do not think s'ubriacano more. The water is stagnant, but not float because I feel heavy. Scroll through the music you feel it too lightly. The red-haired girl ran off, take a bus where the dogs can not go up, an old drunk sleeping close to the edge of the railroad, where there are huts made of waste, but a guitar suona ancora piano. Le ragazze con le minigonne bisogna pagarle e dio non l'ha mai negato.
Le parole sconnesse possono formare frasi infinite che non vanno assolutamente da nessuna parte.
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