Back home ...
... back at home . : D
Monday, June 23, 2008
Thursday, June 19, 2008
'monica Roccaforte Forum
The return quickly rattles off the first leg, also if I am listening to the ipod sadness and some tears its way out of my eyes, I do not know for what, certainly not just left for America, for more cocks still unresolved. The second is seemingly endless, not sleeping, fooling around, but it's still hard. I think the pleasure I had surprised if a person making find on arrival, but I am just waiting for the train home. Help two of Los Angeles to reach Civitavecchia, and I'm underground. I feel that I'm back now, not like last time, and I find Rome a casino, are confused and they all seem in a hurry. I greet the faithful in the home and hardware stores go up to the house, my house. Following coffee and washing machine ...
and tonight, if the pump is holding me, I know that triggered an economic Trastevere ... : D
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Monday, June 16, 2008
Friday, June 13, 2008
Is Death By Liver Failure Painful
If you search the shore
That swarm the frond
The revolt up and down
There'll take more if you look
Looking
Blacks branches potato
give me what I do and how
This wall when you move
major route so steep that you
So good so blue What have I dreamed of kissing
caresses so rare
Empty semi-bare strip of sheet
What
chewed as a bolus
To get us well on
What part of menu
I wanted impacted
As the new bossa
In the picture a bit 'touched
This scheme me stew
I lie a bit 'on the lawn behind a drum
bamboo
I think that was the thrill
With the wind beneath the skin
I think of all things beautiful
Your pores your armpits
Let a change to the rhythm How steep hanks
Let's take a beating at the cash
What's even still there
What's behind your hat
So loved so beautiful
Inside there you are almost
We're already there six more
I repeat the words I did not
saints do not have children I find myself upside down
I look at your blue moon
Treason never made
All velvet lawn
All grains of haiku
Ben carved in
Stalla pervaded
light yellow, pale and tired
Scarlet, white and rough
tin
If
full hour of day makes us pale, then we are in
Floor
waiting for his return
Monday, June 2, 2008
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