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The strong desire to write a few words to say.

always comes a moment when your demons and angels are quiet sleep, you never know what to write. And here comes on the third eye, you begin to tremble and you can not get away from the keyboard / paper / typewriter / toilet paper that you have in your hands, because the words come out natural and cradles you in the sweet sound that makes your mind , committed itself to dictate the next line of text, and run your hand between the buttons, or holding yet another pen (goose feather or pinhead, I have also seen people write with the nails but not I would do at home), speaking once again of how strong your love or burning your loss. But today I have no words because I am human again, and I have the same fear as when i was for the first time, and the same indifference, too.

When would you be and no one else, that's beginning to idealize everything that is around you, and you have the perfect love and take eight nine to school while you are studying two different sports and to walk her dog every day stop to help old women with trolley (sorry Dylan, you're a great guy, do not have it with you), or you lied every time you say "I love you."

And beneath all six hours without mincing words worth nothing, and all your hard work is not meant to be fulfilled, does not deserve the light nor the eyes of ordinary people rightly despise you. But no.

"You're just another normal person on this earth."

So ended the book, many words to say what he already knew. He was free?

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What price I pay for not having to endure all this again? (I'm stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis band for the umpteenth time)

I was convinced that he can sleep peaceful at last.

have found people who understood me.

I had no fear of death. Now that I'm dead

I can tell you it's cold,

on this side of the sheet.

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Sekai

"Sorry if I brought you here." Dylan said, without voice. "I wanted to stop being afraid, and I need you to do it."

Ennio turned to Delilah, his face expressing disgust only for what he saw. Those two kids were there, he almost was gone, and she could not do anything.

"What pisses me off," she said, beating his fist on the only table in the hut thin is that I can not be the one to kill you, fennel! "

And the air was heard only a long silence, while a small voice saying that those were only" Strong words for a sweet girl like you, my murderer ... "

" Here the 'murderess only you. Have you had to kill, and you also screwing up your little friend here. "

His angry words sounded almost cheerful now that they were immersed in the confusion of the sirens. But that was fine. He had never been more at peace with himself now. Only, his peace before his death made him sad, he felt pain for what would happen to all those around him, only her, perhaps. And when the shots were fired by now fill the room, and having abandoned him, he felt the only voice of the world that mattered to him.

"Dylan ... Are you afraid now?"

"Remember what I said? That men ... "She interrupted him

. "Yes, I remember ... men are afraid of sleep, fearing death because they want to take advantage of every moment of your life."

"And remember," he said as a tear of blood, one of his last, ran down her face "What I said that night, then?"

"While we were just you and me, and the world did not exist more?

"Yeah, while the rain was beating out of the windows on the usual four stray cats."

She took his head.

"You told me ... that someone like you, now, would have been in the rain, waiting for lightning to strike him, because you were too scared of losing when your luck would come."

"And then ..." coughed blood, and even his words were not much point now that all she could see was a reflection. "... And then ... I told you that now I no longer fear."

"Yes ..." Keeping it tight sought to bring even more their hearts, did not understand that had already arrived. "... Now what?"

"And now, if you're not afraid ... I can sleep a little, shall we?"

"Yes ..."

As she pressed him so hard to stifle it (not that it mattered, now ), all you had to say was only

"I'm not afraid. I do not have for me. "

He got out of bed sweaty. It was another nightmare, sleepless nights make this effect, especially when you're scared.

start, still in pajamas, to the kitchen. The sound of slippers screeching with the floor caught the cat begins to purr at her feet with avid interest. It was time for breakfast for two.

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Onnanoku

"Why did you bring me here?" I was cold, my breath froze in my throat, and the chill of snow fell along my stomach, I hated this time, this snow. Why was I made to bring there?

"It was something you had to see .. Remember the crazy killer who love fast food? "Yes

" No, who were they? "

" Those .. The two girls have always spoken on TV. "As he said, his boot sank in the snow, his hands marked a departure for the branches open me a ride. I liked to think they were all for me, those attentions.

"Those who killed six people in the robbery of fast food .. It happened a few months ago, before the great assembly. "

Yeah, crescessimo had happened before.

"Well those are, so what?" I replied. He had managed to make me remember things I always wanted to hide. I hate Dylan.

"First tell me you trust me .." You idiot. Idiot. Idiot! We have lost so much time together, and I still do not know.

"... idiot ..."

"I have to take a no or a yes? "Here he is, still, standing in front of me, looking me cut in half. He had already figured out and was just playing with me. He turned and walked up the snowy hill, among the tall bushes, now dry, and I enjoyed walking in silence in his footsteps. As a child, were too big for me. And while the cold m'ignorava, leaving the warmth of my safety, I saw him turn around again, and said

"Here, I found them!"

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She's not.

I miss the innocence of a twelve year old horny front the first page of playboy, naive enough to think that life is to be explained with a gesture so easy to like sex, I miss that quiet in my head when I came home from school, and I had no thoughts, because my world was there.

Now my world is elsewhere, and while, assembling pieces of the old Dylan songs on a poem by Shakespeare, I dedicate this to all the girls who are "the world" of someone.

"A pound of dark iron"

My lady's soul is forged in the darkest
iron and not joy from her eyes, But only despair can be seen. Likewise
her actions, so full of regrets,
bind her in cold iron bounds.

No light above her head, When She Walks into my room,
telling me “I’m just passing through”. But she should learn,
Everybody must give something back
for something he gets.

She hasn’t seen as many mornings
as a woman has, but she still come and pretend
for me to have respect of her dirty little lips,
while she’s burning, like the sun, in my hands.

She doesn’t know the answer to all my pains
and try to hide herself behind her fears
and i try to save her from herself,
but she’s not my love, she’s not.