would never be the same again. My life, I mean. Although I did not have the certainty (anzi. ..). Even though my dark periods were lasting too long, and go up to the light has always been too tiring. But everything was going in one direction. I did not miss the chance, because he was greedy or that much more juicy, it was unmissable, unique, and vital. I saw in your walk with bare feet. Celentano would say that it is all a habit , or better yet is Andalusian pace. Your smile had dazzled me, but night was the talk (Even though I had downed a bottle of vodka green apple) to unleash a little Big Bang of emotions. Since that night, would never be the same life. No more lonely anguish, no more bad thoughts, none of this. Only a profound sense of peace, serenity and love. One written by a tiny, not to make too many claims here on Breathing. But what gets capitalized, giant, infinite, if we go back even for a moment those two fools who meet in secret for a pasta with pesto, goes to study philosophy at the park, but do not miss the last bus stop smiling.
And at some point, I met you. Good Triniversario, Morosona Dolce.
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