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I want to cry and cry, actually.
the context not would, but I go out on the terrace, one of the noises, letting the hot air to dry my cheeks.
not enough, not enough, I try.
you see that I cried.
self, always measured, wise and peaceful.
I pretend that I know so well.
structural failure.
collapse.

"I see strange problems?"
nothing, nothing important.
"personal issues?"
it, nothing serious.
nothing.
only this heart still finds the strength to shatter, as if he had enough.
there must be a few tiny bit tough.
sand in the chest, only grains of sand.
may continue dissolved in a heart beat.
obviously.


say no, never mind, I do not like it, do not just want, a woman needs to feel desired.
say no, with a smile.

surrendering those moments.

you do not know what it cost me to write these few words.
do not know.
perhaps think of a spoiled child of caprice.
not imagine what dwells inside of me, this pain.

your presence, so rare, precious, life, sun, blood, color.

surrendering those moments.
hurt me alone for once.

I untie the knot in my throat, letting the eyes this waiver.

I would bow his head on his arms and cry for hours, with great sobs, as an abandoned child, who tries his hand away, the only hand that knows how to console.
to dry out.
until you drown in this love so useless tears.

this river, never lost, suffocating me inside.

before you could only let it overflow, break down the dam.
but you, you're not there, not for me.

so, the words flow, for all the tears that I've never cried.

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dissonance


happens that a thought, a small, stupid, and out of tune.
comes down on me like a mountain the awareness of the difference.
that sense in that?
these minutes, hours, days, months, years spent in thinking that there is someone who does not share my feelings, except for brief moments.
intensity scattered into the void.
discomfort.
discordant note rings out my night.
ridiculous girl too many months.
is time to change.

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there is this happiness that tempers with tears.
there.
magic.
there.
yet.
when I feared was lost.
scattered in the waves of time that passes without mercy.

me incredulously, me arrogant.
woman of little faith.
despite evidence.

for everything that could have been and never will be.
for everything.
for all the love I feel.
for her in my mind.
for knowledge and awareness.
for intimacy.
for the trust.
for this bond that enlightens me.
for the brand and the seal.
for when I read into it.
for when I read in him.
without words, before the words.
for sleepless nights.
for waiting.
to the doubts and uncertainties.
for solitude.
for pleasure.
for fusion.
the power of ritual.


all this and more, so they can not say. I

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give them the scent of young skin, the smoothness of the contours of a firm body, intact, the wonder and innocence of unsuspecting eyes. I

.
I would give him a gift worthy of him.
of what it is.
of what they are.
of what we could be.
us.
another me, but not other, fertile like the smell damp earth, pliable like clay, as strong as tempered steel, folding like a reed (which does not break), proud as a lion, docile as a dog tamed . I

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infinite heights of eagle, jaguar fierce, powerful dolphin, lava flowed from the bowels of the earth.

for terra, per l'acqua, per l'aria, per il fuoco.

è promessa.