I was in a deep pool of water, the last calm before the final waterfall. There I could see what was important in my life, my wonderful childhood and sordid that he was about to fall, all that I loved always, even when he was away.
This kept thinking, bobbing back in school, and announced a long thunder and threatening a storm broke just as I descended the bus stop. From there to my house there were three hundred meters of road, a route along a crooked heart like mine, and I began to run. The rain scourged me and I ran and sang for my courage. Looking towards the woods, I saw the tops of trees bent by the wind. I also seemed to see angels, or someone who resembled him, standing in the meadow like a scarecrow.
arrived in the garden with my heart in my throat, and a flash lit my house, transforming the castle of Dracula. Swarms of torn leaves flew everywhere. The thunder followed one another, Zeus stamped his cosmic drum. The megacubo in the unleashing of huge forces, it seemed a little nut rolled in a puddle. The terrible fear of Bozzo whining like a poodle. Flooded cars on the highway in a row honking powerless.
my cottage, take me in your arms!
This kept thinking, bobbing back in school, and announced a long thunder and threatening a storm broke just as I descended the bus stop. From there to my house there were three hundred meters of road, a route along a crooked heart like mine, and I began to run. The rain scourged me and I ran and sang for my courage. Looking towards the woods, I saw the tops of trees bent by the wind. I also seemed to see angels, or someone who resembled him, standing in the meadow like a scarecrow.
arrived in the garden with my heart in my throat, and a flash lit my house, transforming the castle of Dracula. Swarms of torn leaves flew everywhere. The thunder followed one another, Zeus stamped his cosmic drum. The megacubo in the unleashing of huge forces, it seemed a little nut rolled in a puddle. The terrible fear of Bozzo whining like a poodle. Flooded cars on the highway in a row honking powerless.
my cottage, take me in your arms!
- Stefano Benni
- Margaret turtleneck
- Universale Economica Feltrinelli
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