025. The memory
Sometimes we fix our gaze on a dark sign of the wall.
And the mind goes ... cautious ... is gone ... as early in the morning when you compete to take a seat on the subway. Elbowing, jostling: all mixed up from the food that tastes like coffee. And mind it is ... quiet ... leaves.
And the thought that goes down as the sand accumulates in an hourglass of the past.
time immemorial ... than had been friends. How much more the word and gesture had a deep and intimate way. Respectful gesture. Even before being forgotten, left, left without even a valid reason.
Yeah, because it makes the absence of his gaze fixed on that microscopic sgorbietto drowning in the white wall.
Do you remember the beautiful dreams?
Do you remember the ancient castles?
Marco frozen between his feelings of guilt, in the cold of his heart, the cynicism of his mind.
to count the days go by. Waking up to sleep again immediately. Falling asleep just woken up. Go down the stairs and jump into the chaotic heart beat humanity between fake smiles, handshakes too often three, including glass eyes ... How many sparkling performances at our disposal.
With trembling hand and at the same time fantastic and feels proud of having made the breasts of Michelle ...
