A story
found time landing on the shores of the couch with sleep this afternoon and provided without bias, without realizing it, I fell asleep.
I need to sleep to resume physical and mental energy in order to Ritov & events these days because the distance between the curves and I remember hugging and kissing each other in unrelated sunny days, nights without form copied from the thoughts that behave clouds as the wind, cut and reassembled in sickle blades in the blink of an eye, in turning his back turning in bed, losing touch, on the edge of a ridge on a mountain so as a back up.
the tip of your fingers closed my occhi.E there is a whole world.
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