Alex ... Nostalgia
I no longer blog.
And sometimes, when the need arises, I'm back. To read a little, or no. A
post a message, a little bitter, often.
I want to talk to Alex, the words do not come to me.
Only tears.
I've had, lovers, finally ... so to speak.
men out of nowhere, gone so fast. Meetings graceless, often.
And Alex is the first time, that got my friend to kiss me, with whom I sleep. A friend who touches me. I thought it would be intimidating, to show his desire to a friend, to look like a man to undress. To love, a little.
Most importantly, I never thought a friend could be cruel.
I lost, I did nothing. And it was humiliating.
More than the other. He soiled himself. Soiled. More than any other assholes who have been able to jump on the back of a car, more than any other of the son of a bitch who does not look at me. Because
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Friday, March 27, 2009
About Land Surveying.pdf
, a departure, always.
The Bosphorus, Istanbul and his crowd,
mourning,
Mesopotamia, desert familiar.
A young Viking who can fly,
I think back to recent years.
A recent months
A boy ran into this, fair, clear, bright and AUI whispered one day that life is not fair.
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Cervix High And Soft Period Late
fucking Viking
but what possessed me to pick this Finnish wilds of nowhere?
after all I am a daughter of the south, I do not understand it, none of these big blond strong and healthy.
what it took me to drink his words, thinking that he was not Italian, that the above is not lying?
why is it that he speaks under the influence of alcohol?
why is it that I suffer so much now?
shit.
but what possessed me to pick this Finnish wilds of nowhere?
after all I am a daughter of the south, I do not understand it, none of these big blond strong and healthy.
what it took me to drink his words, thinking that he was not Italian, that the above is not lying?
why is it that he speaks under the influence of alcohol?
why is it that I suffer so much now?
shit.
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