When it all goes away, but in that time s'inghiottisce these millions of moments, those hours, those eternal days filled with nothing ... and I do not alive, I'm looking, squashed in some corner of this room to flow without breaks silence .. no beginning or end, to flow sheets that enclose the old thoughts of those spy stories ended and broken in half in a mirror ... with days like these that are repeated .. lived, dreamed and miss ... sometimes enough.
wait, want, hope that any sign of life break this slab of silence ...
Today my mood is gray ... as indeed is the sky above me head ...
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