There are a few things to say when your heart is so full of feelings so intense and alive.
Love, Anger, Sorrow, Melancholy, Cold, Euphoria, Misery, life instinct, death instinct, malice, Hope, Heat, Nostalgia.
If you try to focus on one, here's the other bad feelings are angry, they want their attention, yell, become more arrogant. Because feelings are the brats of six years that we want everything for themselves, and are willing to do anything to get caught up in his arms, also kicked in the stomach.
Then you, being a big (it will be some good old?), You put them all good sitting in a room full of toys and sweets, try to give the right space to each of them. But they are assholes, feelings. They begin to quarrel among themselves, to take a punch, while you watch helplessly. And you find yourself again.
fumarti Do you go out for a cigarette, even if have stopped years earlier, and leave them to their fate. Azzuffino you, you will not give a shit.
Then the smallest of them, but your favorite, out in the yard, you are close to you with tears in his eyes and pulls his pants with her hands sticky.
You pretend not to see him, until he crosses his eyes. You realize that's not his fault. You throw the butt in a corner, you take it in her arms, caresses him, and he shows you his game is broken.
smiles at him the promise to buy a new one. He paints a half smile.
Then, by hand, go back into the building. The other brats have stopped beating, they are exhausted, some designs on the walls, someone is sleeping lying on the floor cold.
'm just sodium potassium pumps that are activated. You know perfectly well what are the circuits that will cause this. And you do not need to know shit.
