Many things have to be suspended a bit 'of time now: the zipper of my suitcase the past Christmas J must break (because of cleverly forgot the key lock) has not yet been repaired, the rustling trees username that does not convert into rain while being already in 'air the smell of rain, that new dress bought from an old man for over a year I do not want to wear make up my mind yet, the idea that sticks without notice and if not written in the room disappears instantly understood the concepts to find, I do not want to turn those notes into a story, those concepts that I decided to draw on an ongoing basis, and few places to find someone else to leave. They are hypercritical and too simple at the same time, I take thousands of details and miss the most important, I can be talkative and feel the sore throat while not saying a word. I thought I knew what I wanted, what I wanted more in depth and in the midst of all the confusion, my nature is typical of frantically tireless, there were still sides to my personality that gave an orientation balance. It is not so, I drink from glasses and fragile write on pieces of paper that are scattered everywhere ...
"I am a little angry bee.
I like to change color.
I love to measure." (Alda Merini)
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