Ever, I asked last night to a friend, to do all sorts of exciting and free reasoning, perhaps accompanied by a few glasses of wine, and follow them in their ramifications and implications of the hidden, feeling too clever on this adventure light impalpable world of thought and mental images, and then rise to a sort of cathartic conclusion that contains a phrase which, when called, you receive a banality abysmal, comparable to the discovery of the hot water?
My friend, thankfully, has said that it also happens her.
I was saved.
Well, the high-sounding phrases with which I had so much trouble giving birth, after leaving the mind free to go into the great mysteries of knowledge was this: a relationship is true when the other one can tell the truth, whatever it is.
soon pronounced the sentence, my face has made a very ironic expression and self-criticism, I read it in one of my friend who was watching me, as I felt her lips and body all hatch uncontrollable laughter.
Perhaps the real truth as I saw the belly laughs that we have made since.
morning, apparently not yet full of thoughts so much per pound, I put up another bullshit and I settled on the pillow of my friend, the truth is a butterfly lives only one day, but his image remains there for life.
Here, I would say that is enough for today ...
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