Admo and surreality.
Go to meetings of the volunteers is a bit 'like going to the psychologist: when you leave your heart seems much lighter, the world ceases to be chaotic and everything takes on the perspective.
I left singing nonsense syllables, clinging to the poles in front of the hospital and using them as a pivot to turn round, attaching itself to the next to leave the square.
I love the cold of the night, his smell, the lights, the relative silence.
And while I'm there to savor the moment, we hear voices.
little bit of panic. Fixed the way and try to ignore them.
You add a noise. A continuous noise of wheels that grind like ... skateboard. Eventually I
I decide to turn around and there they were: three boys on roller skates, helmet, sweatshirt batteries and lights everywhere.
From the park next to the polyclinic get other people dressed the same way and I can not help but laugh.
is surreal. It's all so wonderfully surreal: women and young men jumping around, check that the road is free and resume skating.
LOL.
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Renew Drivers License Detroit
Love is a complicated emotion.
Unpredictable.
Do not say 'I'm comin', but you as a surprise.
Sometimes, then, just do not get ...
So at some point it's too late to learn to love ... and even trying, the gestures that should be spontaneous sincere and appear only as a poor play.
In the eyes will not turn any spark, the heart is cold, deep in the soul is immaterial.
Who says he is not capable of love is not bad, not a monster ... it's just sad, and just too long, and even when he says that not be a burden, in pleading for someone to teach him, someone who performs the miracle.
That someone just a little 'love him, and being able to return ... can do it. Even
suffer, rather than not try anything!
In a country in the summer (Part V) - to Unmei, fanfiction archive and original YSAL
Unmei, thanks \u0026lt;3
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