a friend told me of how essential the relationship with the opposite sex. He told me that a report was not easy and that seemed easy when he was a fake. He told me, he knew that one should not ever do a report reassuring the mother-child type, but not a sado-masochistic because it is destructive. And I asked him how was to be a relationship. He improvised a poet and said
songs the moment of a dream
in your shell in the waves
aphasic're a minstrel.
It seemed a bit 'pessimistic and told him. S'incazzò like a beast and told me that I did not understand a saw, and that meant for him aphasic, poetically, I could not find the words, but only those.
The snobbai, and said to me once that if one is silent no one listens. But he rebelled m'incalzò language and said
you a cart to pull
you are a mule sap
look incredulous the fence
if you're inside you have won.
And I, in return, asked if the fence was the relationship or language. Then I saw him gloat. Then the fence has been transformed into a line and said that the separation line is, we need to separate and discrimination, to write and see us, to recognize, even if does not exist in reality, it's just an idea-image.
They go years
like rivers of wind
if they are the loves
like open umbrellas.
After hearing these verses clumsy I thought the game it is made of poetry, pictures and sounds. The language is learned only to jump a fence, a line to be processed into rope, to play on the edge of music and painting. Sculpting the words? No, dancing on the tip of a pen.
Yeah, but there was no talk of relationship with the opposite sex??
Exactly, do not close each other in a fence, even gold.
What dissociated post!
Without your cocks!
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