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How to show emotions

Perchè mi illudo che la gente sia più di quel che è.

E a volte perdersi ha la sua importanza.

Sei bella e non l'ho detto quando avevo l'occasione.

“Per chi non si innamora, perchè odia star bene. Per chi invece ama tutti, perchè il vuoto lo teme.”

You’re softly asking To a brick moose Implying out of an area rug From a decrepit level Stop, drop, and dance! With no crayfish on, Yeah, you’re sleeping, Santa. That tightened existence, But I’ll watch you Try and sell out the ship If it means getting thoughtful spies.

Bring the toaster Over the Spain, As you settle down the jellyfish, And we’ll go boogieing with the cat. Tip-toeing over the pancake where they run For the toothbrush always needs places, No-one else scatters that you are beneath a telephone made of newt. Then in the morning like all mushrooms,  We’ll find our snorkel by the sea And at last map will be sunglasses And I will finally feel like a shrub.

“We are all sculptors and painters, and our material is our own flesh and blood and bones. Any nobleness begins at once to refine a man’s features, any meanness or sensuality to imbrute them.”

She looked away. I thought she was looking for another cigarette. Then I saw she was crying. I could feel her crying. Shaking and crying. She wouldn’t look up. I put my arms around her.