Does Anybody Know Cytherea's

Remember? you said Robi, do you know?!, we eliminate the final evening, and even 'October raining books' clear out, the fact that we had nicknamed 'tears rain down in October,' You know we do!? eliminate its October!, we need to October, Ro '? So do not cry anymore. Between June and August because I usually end up in love what unfortunate, and between September and October I get desperate to dehydration and the final evening of 'pulling' arrival always gaunt and tested, and it is not so much for the super work concentrated in a few weeks, but for the pains of love. And then we October, calendar ... Enough! that we need? you said ... t'avevo Sergio and I said ... and the final drive when we do it?! we need ... you see that we need in October? ... and ended like this, laughing and crying together, and wipe away tears with the back of his hand as a game, on the sidewalk in front of 'our' library at night, I recovered my car, you yours, and at night the street is only one way, even beautiful, voiceless and without color, without familiar faces, no jokes, no coffee to take away without warning and without enemies, an avenue, even three, a friend of my old Bari could not think ... an avenue that they call him 'The three lanes!' and we are always in the middle lane, to speak until the end of thoughts without ever complaining. Even when things went wrong, went wrong and go, sometimes, that some spanner in the shins and clubs also have it stuffed, but we do nothing, huddled on the sidewalk of the middle lane of 'our' street, not We thought the teasing, the misery, we had only great thoughts and high flights and fear, the fear that is formless and honest young, at night, when the next day you have to do something important. There. I, as a child. Each every time you went to jail to find an excuse to feel bad, but it was true, not a fake, or I was a serious panic attack, and then you call: Sergio can not come, I feel bad! and you dry: Do not be stupid, come on. Wait for you, hurry up ... and then I stand, and then I was always.

Tomorrow at 14:45, at which time I climbed in your car, breathing heavily on that hot seat and I did bring you into prison, that you are never on time, never, but to go 'into' yes, that's tomorrow at 14:45 I'll think, to our 'colleagues' thieves who have stolen a piece. And they know who have it stolen. They know that stuff that have both hands on a too fragile, too precious, so true that they do not even keep your fingers ta, and already damaged, the fault, the disguise, the disguise, the betrayal, as an inexperienced thief which gives a pass to the blue bike stolen in a hurry, but they know that their stuff is not.

knows.