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| [Questo testo si dovrebbe leggere in english]
let me tell you something
( I'm nervous ) and as always whenever I'm nervous I'm thinking about you and I feel like pissing out fear forgive me for not believing in the winter's white friendships anymore which clap the streets and blocks on their shoulders the poems with shut glued eyelids that should caress my lips with their frozen chin in the GPS waves which open up their petals and give off your orange and connex phone numbers in the cartoons with all disney crew which would gleam in your hair when I saw you the first time mad about you/ there is nothing appealing nothing breath-taking in all this I'm not falling asleep when hesperides nights I'm sewing the surroundings with my eyes going through the horizon's red pin head and wait to tear your jumper's sleeves in the stars hitting comets filling up a black hole with your sole broaching the sleep from dreams the air's watery lace is let loose the same time with the luxurious vegetation of your shoes and gestures the decays in the furniture are making bubbles from the chewing gum the moon lays its mourning over the heads in the horizon alibaba is selling kebab on the foreshore in Neptun sesame becomes the word when your eyes open wide there is no need except some slats nailed in the margins of the rains and windows of so many disappointments and obsessions and it'd be the end of it piano keys which every hour should step on an exclusive issue of evenimentul zilei ( that I'd send you) saying that at the North Pole icebergs melt every time you come out at the window in the morning the old blocks of flats catch their breaths among cracks with difficulty when you pass by them cars leak oil, computers lose ram memory fairy tales lose Sindbad, Abu Hassan and Seherezada and the entire life on your street is looking for a flask still to keep something inside.
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