mercoledì 3 agosto 2011

... e finisce così; una lacrima e via.

"teacher said i must write a diary during summer. For the first time i thought it isn’t a bad idea, then i realized that i don’t wanna show her what i usually write in a diary.I think that i will wrote something stupid like to tell my normal day in lido (so boring). Here?! i will wrote my really english diary (only because teacher forces me and i wanna to do exercises during summer). today i feel empty inside myself and i need food to stay there. it help me to don’t fly away: if i used to be too fat i can’t run, fly, walk, swim away from this sucks world.Everything’s going bad, nothing it’s going on. I think you don’t know what i’m feeling now, how i’m feeling absolutely alone without you. Because Michael Jackson wasn’t right, no one is still with me. Please, teach me to ignore our memories! i don’t know how you can do that but if you can you are absolutely without feeling. OH MY GOD. I realized. You are really without feelings; you said me that two months ago and i laughed a lot because i thought it was only a stupid and impossible thing, only in this moment i understood it was really true.

Love is the most powerful existing thing.
It wins against poverty, war, hypocrisy... but when the battle is love versus love, nobody knows how it will end. 
Two nuclear bombs are nothing compared to our. You and I, we don’t even know our appearance,are fighting for love; for the same love. mors tua vita mea."








..... I wrote this almost two months ago and I thought it over, to be able to live equally. But I was wrong, yesterday my legs no longer hold me up, I could not breathe, I could not talk and my hands moved neurotically. everything for you.

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