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I'm sure the day when I feel loved my heart explode.
I know. I feel it swell at the thought, take deep breaths excited, suffer.
I'm sure the day when I will feel loved everything inside of me find the right place. And I, I finally feel safe, complete, in the right of those arms. That will tighten around me to prevent anything of the outside world come to hurt me, just to make sure that all of me remains there for them.
I'm sure the day when I will feel loved cry. And my lips become eager to give kisses, just kisses, and overflowing with words of love and gratitude.
My blood will fire, my skin and my back will be stormy skies, my hands ... gird each other that face, those eyes, love, I won. Like a hungry man clutching a piece of bread, like a bird cuddle the wind.
And I will embrace the moment with all of myself, do not let it escape the smallest detail, the slightest emotion ...
And I will give my happiness everywhere.
And I will tell the world, in every wave, every leaf, every ear of corn than he is wonderful. Yes, it's beautiful, has a unique smell: you know about me, life and know him. He knows everything that I have ever known and not only: it gives new colors to what they already know.
And I will never take his eyes. The
embrace. And I will cry at the miracle. I will cry. And I will do a lot of questions, laughing and crying together, being born and dying each response, shivering intensely.
And I will build for him a thousand triumphal arches, through which to see the world as I see it. The final will take us back to us.
I still embrace. And my founders on its face, skin, sleek and nice, beautiful as anything in this life and in all future and those already experienced.
And when there is nothing else to do or say or show or to create or transform ... we will stop. Will raise his hands toward each other. And our fingers intertwine perfectly, as the two halves of an apple.
And we, we will peel, pulp, seeds.

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A huge thanks. To Chu and Giuli, first and foremost. Then, in order of appearance, Margaret, Cindy, Ivan, Klaus, Mika, Lucy, my father, my grandmother, Catherine, Nicole, Dani, Katie, Sara, Robert, Sebastian, Guido, Bonus, Jose, Serena, Mamu, Maria Giulia, Simonelli, my mother, my Aunt Kathy, James, Julia, Feffah, Charlotte, Naomi, Hikky, Martina.

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The publicity about Scientology I have broken my balls.

What then, what the hell is Scientology? I understand it is a religious organization, but I have no idea what it professes, which program ...
The curiosity is too strong, I'll look on Wikipedia.
Oh no, not religion, but "system self-improvement. " Mh. One moment, healing with the power of thought!? Haha, okay, forget it xD

not post anything about this Journal in October, or something like that. Not even remember. Sorry, blogghino, my tendency to give each project has also hit you.
I'm living for a week or maybe two, a small crisis. Crisis of black, very black. The school is basically evil, health as well, I feel immensely fat and bulky and I can not stay in touch with others. Almost overnight, I find myself in trouble with those people with whom I spent the whole day really, never have problems.
Get to the point of being ashamed of me. Of my appearance. I think they are ugly, too much to talk to people or show in public. I think I'm ridiculous, round and sloppy and unlucky.
do not recall ever experiencing such a strong yet latent disgust for myself. I find myself walk with your head lower than usual, to sit around and collect them myself, as to seem as small as possible. A want to make sure that no one known. Not to be annoying to other forms of life.
I'm writing straight off, like the river in flood. I write, wrong gate, I rewrite. I need some thoughts ordianare intensely needed.

I am in terrible condition not to understand. The sentence that I think (and I would say) most often is "I do not understand."
I do not understand what happened. I do not understand how come everyone can go to hell so easily and so quickly. I do not understand where and what I did wrong. I do not understand where the hell I lived so far, seeing as I have misrepresented anything.
I do not know what to do. Really, I do not understand what happened.
What most do not understand is the other. Who is in front of me.
I find myself once again in this life, unarmed. From others and from myself.
I hate myself, but in the end ...
I fear even move my hands to walk, make any gesture. I hope this was not last forever, otherwise they are finished. Forever.

I bet I could give birth to a shapeless mess of stupid new words. It happens so often lately. On
, consegniamolo the world. For him to decide what to do.