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What I feel when you're next ... I am a woman

are traveling

in distant lands,

unexplored

with you ...

of moments I live

fleeting

blurred.

I watch

and I think

that you can not imagine,

the disturbance

of my skin,

of my soul,

of my eyes

that careful observer

can not hide

what I feel

when you're next ...

When you look up

come and see the dawn,

when you speak and feel

harmonious melodies

the cosmos in the sound

of your words,

when you smile

and hangs on the gray

the storm the rainbow,

when Flip

and time stands still,

when you move your hands

and see the corn dance

with the wind,

when I caress your skin

and roses bloom,

when I hear your smell

perfume and I get drunk

of the earth in spring,

when I just reach

and exploding volcanoes,

shooting when you move

and a stream of pure water

that shakes the mountains ...

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and I lose myself in the images

of my mind,

in eternal moments,

real ...

opened them and I resign myself

to dream!

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"Nobody can imagine what I say when I stand in silence
who do I see when I close my eyes as I am driven

thing I try when I pushed when I leave the hands free.
Nobody, nobody knows
when I'm hungry, When I leave
when I walk and when I lose, and nobody knows

that is for me to go back and return it back
,
that my weakness is my strength and
mask is a mask, and what comes next is
a storm.


think they know him and I leave and I believe
happen.

They built a cage for me for my freedom
was a concession
and thank them and obeyed.
But I'm free before and after them, with them and without them

are free in victory and in defeat.
My prison is my will!
The key to my prison is their language but their language
clings around the fingers of my

desire and my wish will never be able to tame.

am a woman.
believe that my freedom is their property
and I let him believe and
happen. "

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If you only knew what I'd like ... Since I

If you only knew what I want to ......

Touch the palm of your hand

with one of my hand,

Being silent beside you

and watch the endless speech

your eyes. ..

I corressimo together in the rain,

and laugh like teenagers on the run;

Listen in silence

the sound of your breath

as the moon listens, changes ,

steps slow wave

on hot summer nights;

turn into the wind to caress

discreetly

lines of your face.

I want to be the garden of your house

to brighten your eyes

with the colors of autumn

cards indefinitely,

among the stars,

following enchanted

the frenetic movement of your hands ...

I lose myself between the aromas

of your skin,

close your eyes and fall asleep

....

And then sleep and sleep and sleep

still

taking refuge in the secret spaces

of my dreams ....

where all I would

not vain desire

but moments of illusory reality ...

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are .... Thought

Tonight is the night of the New Moon.

We speak

and curse against my nature,

wild and rebellious,

fickle and selfish.

I'm like the wind that penetrates

bones and you stay inside

running away a moment later.

Sottile.

Hungry.

Countercurrent.

Stubborn.

I shattered the impossible

because I want what I can not have,

because I did it my way.

Different but free.

anxiety are restlessness,

childhood nostalgia, melancholy

a day

of rain.

are fragments of a broken mirror.

are all women

yet is only my soul

Virgin

prostitute and evil angels.

not try to understand me

'll be swept away without realizing it,

and do not think

become your torment.

Because, in my innocence,
you cut out her tongue and soul.

Since my hair is snakes

that envelops you and

my hands and my fingertips

heady rose petals

throwing ragnetele

you will trap .

Yes, do not try to understand me,

crazy.

Since I am the hallucination

death in the flames of the fire,

the vain desire,

thought of tenderness and lust,

evil and inappropriate

that buzzes between the warmth of home.

But do not hate me, because every package

my soul is boundless,

my love silent and secret
because I suffer in silence and
mask my pain
white with laughter ...

As most of you all I

I had the courage to dare

on the stage of life,

to leap into the dark abyss,

because I experienced the pain and accepted the

suffering arms wide open ...

Since I put an end to life ...

Because they are true to myself

and as they are and will always un'incompresa ..

Judged trivial or superficial

just because I do not care

reveal to the world

but only to the people who elected me!

have the image that cuts through the clouds,

rapidly changing and moves

with the wind,

unstable and erratic

invisible but present.

Because they are the shadows of the night,

one who hears your whispers

yearn and to which your dreams and nightmares ...

one who sees the invisible

at night and listen in silence

the voices of spirits.

To you who read ...

if you love me

know that the sign of my presence

will affect the soul ...

Since I am not the image of the rose

but its invisible perfume

not the flower that sprouts from the earth

but the seed that led to

and the root that protects him.

not sunlight at noon

but its dawn and its twilight,

the silent meteor plunges

suddenly exploding in the center of your chest ...

not the storm water that breaks on the rocks

but the patience of the waves

slip on the shore.

To you who read

and you really want to penetrate

my eyes only

apparently do not speak ...

When you can enter

and see my breath,

have the gift of my soul ...

"In life you die"

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night!

Cursed be the day I met you!

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My wacky life

my existential crisis

my hunger to love

my desire to start from scratch
your sweater
and your scarf

dawns Milan

announced by birdsong

the stage

my insecurity

diction

the voice that always comes back row

taxis

white bicycle

and inaccessible road leading to the port

the vessel that will

the sea

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sheets red
Nutella
spending together

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cous cous

cigarettes
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the dressing room messy

who is the master

wool hat
you gave me the sausage

bare feet at night

Shakespeare

the laughter in the fifth
headaches

my eyes that do not speak
who talk too much and your

applause Public
your taste
dark circles

's Henry IV

bottarga

our breaths

the costume up close to stifle

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my inability to fake reality

photos

the Sbrocchi

new perfume

cafes

tears

fake and real ones
your smell
I

dinner at 3 am

wine
the looks that are grazed
debut

the Saint Lucia

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sleep embraced

hands ruined

on 16

scratchcards

backstage

showers the night

want you

laundry

walk in the rain

tea with milk

the hands that touch the
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and my stubborn desire to give a place and a sense of things

when things do not always make sense ...