Locked in a jail with no walls

Pensiero#4

Ps.

Ci sono giorni in cui la tua assenza si fa sentire. Si sente tra le costole, nello stomaco, nella gola. E brucia, e soffoca, e fa male.

“The scariest moment is always just before you start.”

Spin

“Dopo tanta nebbia a una a una si svelano le stelle.”

T'amai, dunque, t'amai, e t'amo ancor 

Perchè fiorire si può e si deve, anche in mezzo al deserto.

I hate the way you talk to me,   and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme. I hate it, I hate the way you’re always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you’re not around, and the fact that you didn’t call. But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.