Friday, November 12, 2010

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be successful without other distractions to get home. He loved to hear the noise of the key mechanical noise, which slowly, with a shy virgin, turned to the old lock, this little spring concert was accompanied by quell'impercettibile vibration that gently tickles firmly the place to turn the key. After enjoying this strange sensation, immediately ran to the bathroom, was stifled by the sad memory of that day. This recollection choked him to the point of instilling in him the need to vomit. With a masculinity that did not belong noisily flung open the bathroom door and, without thinking of the pain that would be generated, and fell violently on the floor with your knees, and clung, with the strength of those who no longer holds, to the toilet. He felt again that unpleasant feeling sick by now had completely taken possession of his body, but this time, tired, exhausted and helpless, he left the straps that prevent the trampling of his heart, and gave himself completely to the panic.
When the panic generated by those "thoughts strangled" was over, his face was poured on the floor, his hands lying inert on the floor too, and delineate the uneven profile of the bust.
She sank as a man abandons himself to the intoxication of love, to the fatigue that clouded the senses. Not tried to understand more, it had become the victim of his own emotions.
had passed several minutes after one o'clock at night, and without mentioning her up she closed her eyes. Neglect the weight of his head sull'umino bath mat and suddenly fell asleep. He had always had, by that he had memory problems in falling, he witnesses the long nights were spent photographing the details of a most interesting life that he had nothing more interesting, or in other cases to compose sentences in his mind The next morning he forgot.
His heavy black jacket wool covered it in part, the rest was assigned to the pants that hid strozzatamente ankles. Her profile started to soften, the chest was becoming less bulky, and hands, as well as the arms lying in a disheveled elegance. His breathing became labored less and less, and so began to suffer all the symptoms of those who are prey to sleep more sublime. The light on, sadly, accompanied him.
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