Riflessioni 25 marzo 2010 · lettura 1 min · 5955 letture

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Shallow reader, how can you deny that? The time to make up your mind is running out and the Easter sunrise already laughs in your face. Don't look at me as if I were a threat, bad spirits wander talking about the most gracious way to extinguish our race. What a dreadful thought to state I'm a poet! Sitting at night, staring at the moon I should write and recite unforgettable love poems but my inspiration leaves me everytime out of tune. Decidedly it's my turn to assure you, with better words and delightful scenes too but you were so wicked last year, and this just means, your salvation is around your neck: it's the string of your sins! How delicate my ideas are... they flow through my hands and let me talk non- sense.

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luigi88

Sono voce e volto (purtroppo) di una follia in ascesa continua...il resto chi vorrà, potrà leggerlo, ma senza troppa cura.....