There is nourished
seconds
flowing
lazy
or property,
flash of instants,
images
current
intense
distant
and attached
sequentially
as film
dumb
screaming
emotions.
a love
lasting
seconds
and second
che fanno una vita,
si riassume,
attimo
negli attimi,
come uno schiaffo,
servito freddo
su piatti
memory
stuttering.
Us,
each fragment
size
those realities
distracted
and confined
in a newspaper
ordinarily
havoc
seconds
and lives,
seconds when
we
anyone.
September 8, 2010, I run into a newcomer, I look icona__ marpione I tell myself.
But I wander and I take courage, before I find this poem, he wrote me and said,
"I've just got no shit."
Soon it was full of fairies to be the echo of the last syllables broken bored neuron could hardly keep from collapsing in the first waves of moods exudates.
How many fights for all that lost time now that 'ste friends no longer know where they are and they do indeed know: take half the neuron committed elsewhere.
set up two posts a day of poetry like this, and while he thought Kharanne .
Then they banned, never understood why!
The write me and says, "and who cares!"
always had problems with him, as I never writes to the first but always responds.
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