My today, fell in from the top. 
Yet every now and again the anxiety being felt. As if not hated. As if I could bear. Anxiety then what .. meetings, hopes, humiliations, fears, phrases that I hope you'll never hear more?
but for whom?
but why?
How many people I felt it slip from my life as if nothing had happened? Than I am really worried? I managed to make me feel so impotent to combat this sense of boh of almost empty. Of something missing. As an alarm over the edge of the fireplace of my grandmother's house.
's been there for an indefinite time, then disappeared. She was beautiful, the alarm clock. There were chickens and a rooster that was moving his head and pecked at the rate of the second. I was hours looking at it, was a kind of certainty to know that was always there: the rooster pecked, the second step. moreover, was an alarm clock, and then, also had a nonsocchè useful, I'd say. My grandmother was aimed at dawn when he got up to make bread and I felt the first .. the alarm, then my grandmother.
You must be spoiled then why has disappeared from the shelf above the fireplace. You end up spoiling everything always, and alarm clock with rooster has been replaced by a gray anonimerrima radio-alarm clock, aesthetically is demotivating me to add.
Fuck.
I feel that to replace my cock, I will serve Greenwich.
