SD I think she was much more than a mere expectation, much less of a simple request: she has had enough! Was nothing more than a feeling, was that feeling you get in the middle of winter when the cold out and the wind is biting his lips cut, do not speak and do not ask not to hurt you, not to tear the soul, closed at home, his warmth, heating and running at full pace, the murmur mingles with the rain drops of the hot shower that you can rest lying in bed you crucibles while watching a good movie, sip a cup of hot chocolate, hot, do you think you have everything, and think about nothing, you think you do not need another , are in peace!
was the serenity of a sunrise, the comfort of an unexpected hug, affection for too long tried, and never really found love sipped not greed but out of fear, was the desire to live every moment.
But she was also the jersey you pinch the skin wet with perspiration, a thin torment, was a campaign promise, one written in the sand, the discomfort was a lie or a slander is incorrect and it was a joke, a voice that chases in my brain, was the fragility el'immaturità was the same disappointment for the gift of children had missed so much that you want, the melancholy of a sunset, was an oxymoron, the outburst of a summer storm and caprice a fit of pique, had to be protected and grow, and hate and away, was a broken smile, and wiped a tear just flowed.
was just a feeling, a feeling like so many unique, simple and naive as the smile of a child, a pencil drawing and colored my life, but also the change of wind that cancels the certainties, the freedom to be themselves castrated constriction in a game, a domino effect to joint in my mind, remains as a in prison ... remember that feeling!
