Mezzoforte 
that my Mom laugh, I almost feel bad. One morning you wake up and discover that the staircase is not yet the end is a little 'how to climb on top of strong Fenestrelle. And among the myriad things you said or seen or done or written, between all those things that were supposed to form your conscience, your capacity for self-criticism, your reasoning, there is not one that will be served something. I have not served Star Wars, I'm not even need Leopardi, trigonometry, Maurizio Costanzo, the roast beef heated the nearby bench, Melissa Gilbert, who was a child I loved the other hand, the chameleons, the Civil War, "The Spring "by Vivaldi. Almost nothing in the end he left a indelible mark. I am served the things I bought, used, damaged and discarded and when someone tells me that we are useful to this world, that we are the meaning of life, I immediately think that this life takes us, we use, there deteriorates and we throw away. Van fashion vampires apparently are just beautiful, educated and full of charm, taking tens of degrees and when revealing their true nature shine like the sun just come out of a health club. Bullshit, bullshit enormous. To sell film and ice cream, but look at them seriously instead of the old vampire shit, with these stupid smiles means halfway between the infinite wisdom and the simple stroke of the pavement, which are rubbing the backs of your hands are hairy like flies and can not decide whether to give the first bite or disappear in the mist. What do you think you could do, because you still believe in the alternative, nature is what it is. Some gave blood, gave to other teeth, so, as it happened, without a predetermined design,
someone is lucky, someone lives of reflected light. I should just start accepting this fact and everything would become much more bearable.
that my Mom laugh, I almost feel bad. One morning you wake up and discover that the staircase is not yet the end is a little 'how to climb on top of strong Fenestrelle. And among the myriad things you said or seen or done or written, between all those things that were supposed to form your conscience, your capacity for self-criticism, your reasoning, there is not one that will be served something. I have not served Star Wars, I'm not even need Leopardi, trigonometry, Maurizio Costanzo, the roast beef heated the nearby bench, Melissa Gilbert, who was a child I loved the other hand, the chameleons, the Civil War, "The Spring "by Vivaldi. Almost nothing in the end he left a indelible mark. I am served the things I bought, used, damaged and discarded and when someone tells me that we are useful to this world, that we are the meaning of life, I immediately think that this life takes us, we use, there deteriorates and we throw away. Van fashion vampires apparently are just beautiful, educated and full of charm, taking tens of degrees and when revealing their true nature shine like the sun just come out of a health club. Bullshit, bullshit enormous. To sell film and ice cream, but look at them seriously instead of the old vampire shit, with these stupid smiles means halfway between the infinite wisdom and the simple stroke of the pavement, which are rubbing the backs of your hands are hairy like flies and can not decide whether to give the first bite or disappear in the mist. What do you think you could do, because you still believe in the alternative, nature is what it is. Some gave blood, gave to other teeth, so, as it happened, without a predetermined design, 
someone is lucky, someone lives of reflected light. I should just start accepting this fact and everything would become much more bearable. 
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