Alba. dozens of post started like this, and if you have not started as they should, I think dawn is the most microscopic things and what they really mean all that surrounds me. And it is dawn and I look around, I feel afraid of silence, that the buildings appear to be animated, that appear without my people has invited the, that the words come back to resonate, and which are completely different meanings, that literature comes from the pages and I feel nostalgia for myself that is not there. Today morning I spoke with Dick Diver, sipped iced something and I asked how to do it after being exposed to so many parties and have participated in many brilliant discussions sit boxed in a provincial town, but mechanically doing their job impeccably, but he chewed a cube of ice without answering. Dick passes and rarely speaks little, one day I know that depends on the grimace on his face that, which I suspect is some sort of wrinkle of expression due to having to be very genuine smile that contentment hypocritical education, and then stopped.
Call work are ten in the morning. I'm still in his underwear and I have to leave in twenty minutes to go and get new proofs to correct, but I do not say so, I think to me to say that I have the coffee on the fire, although I have no reason to lie, and while I think this I immediately think that I did not invent anything, because you do not need, and it's not that I go to speak, only that before a certain time the voice comes out as I expected, is lower and it makes me look a bit 'silly and then I speak little pleasure. Meanwhile, a customer enters, so the conversation ends quickly and I put on coffee for real.
while I watch the shower / waterfall that hits the ground shakes and the flowers of non-slip rubber and meditate on what I am now. Behold, I am Donald Duck: jeans and white T-shirt or tank top and black jeans? Difficult dilemma. The shoes do not. The colored shoes. The phone rings again, the coffee comes out and that feeling of being alone suddenly disappears. I am not alone, there is a world that runs all around me, who does not care and summer holidays, that does not go on vacation, that does not need maremaremaremare like me who always think of starmene naked under a palm tree staring at the clouds and eat coconuts, (we always think of summer and winter, not just now) or all these people who need it as I do not realize it, he does not, does not know. Coffee, watch, it's a quarter to eleven and I have not had a shower, how is it possible? How do you expand so much time without realizing it? The stack of books piled on the table looks at me and asks me to do something. Here's how to spend another ten minutes between coffee and reading project. The boy next door throws a piercing cry, it is time for feeding. I recall the words of yesterday, the ones that I am ashamed to repeat. I am ashamed to even repeat them to myself, what kind of uptight and boring that am. How did I ever say out loud yesterday? How, how ... Within the shower with a disc behind by Noah and the Whale.
San Frediano 12 hours. Recovery of the drafts, I chat with the girls, talking about holidays of course. I miss this neighborhood, I miss the battered roads, the knot of people of all colors who are chatting in the corners, the little bar and I really miss my stationery. There is a fabulous stationery right near the square that sells all sorts of things that I write or what colors and all sorts of paper that the drawing for gift packages. Everything smells in there, and there is nothing I would not buy. Even today I give to my fixation with green pens. Sooner or later I will have to undergo a medical this mania. Go back to the tidy streets of my new neighborhood, listening to the radio with earphones, there's the news, carelessly threw a look at the windows while stopped at traffic lights. Another ten minutes of traffic and I arrived.
try it is not difficult: one two three apnea. one two three ... I like to calculate how long I can remain without breathing. I've always loved since childhood, when I asked him a present of a chronograph watch with my parents I thought about this: I could calculate ... The dim light in the house is as cool under a pergola in rest and refresh. In the dim light I pull out fresh water, tomato salad and affection. There are some things to wash, resists the map of sage, basil died. Too much love. Too much attention to this plant so soft, not too much water too little, too many attempts to show a better light, too much of everything. A plant fragrant and delicate, too much love, so you can only choke. And so I remember the dream that I was doing before dawn tonight. Before the arrival of Dick Diver. I dreamed that I was in a sort of hotel and they had to organize the places where we slept, I dreamed that my friend and his pregnant girlfriend slept in a tiny little bed all three and I was alone in a big bed. And I did not sleep. They yes, I did not. What nonsense, I thought even in dream, what nonsense. Yet they are not bad, I told myself, I choke. I suffocate ... then I missed my breath and I woke up. And I found Dick Diver.
try it is not difficult: one two three apnea. one two three ... I like to calculate how long I can remain without breathing. I've always loved since childhood, when I asked him a present of a chronograph watch with my parents I thought about this: I could calculate ... The dim light in the house is as cool under a pergola in rest and refresh. In the dim light I pull out fresh water, tomato salad and affection. There are some things to wash, resists the map of sage, basil died. Too much love. Too much attention to this plant so soft, not too much water too little, too many attempts to show a better light, too much of everything. A plant fragrant and delicate, too much love, so you can only choke. And so I remember the dream that I was doing before dawn tonight. Before the arrival of Dick Diver. I dreamed that I was in a sort of hotel and they had to organize the places where we slept, I dreamed that my friend and his pregnant girlfriend slept in a tiny little bed all three and I was alone in a big bed. And I did not sleep. They yes, I did not. What nonsense, I thought even in dream, what nonsense. Yet they are not bad, I told myself, I choke. I suffocate ... then I missed my breath and I woke up. And I found Dick Diver. D ice hagiography of Leonardo da Vinci-eh-wide if I take him to have said "who is alone is his own, who divides his life with a companion is only in half. " Then he also says that the passion for nature's came watching, observing nature and taught him his layabout uncle family that appears in the extract from the mouths to feed with the following description "is in the house and do nothing."
time Leonardo was a genius and has become a genius, among other things, opening in two lizards as a child. What we did not all become geniuses, but maybe some 'observers.
Tonight I thought, how many comments I've put together, as are detailed and accurately recorded and transcribed and analyzed with the green pen.
Record of useless facts and calligrapher in green.
Had I known that the trades would be rich.
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