Average American Women

How much is chasing a dream ...? Click

His bright eyes and red
a sob that escapes even if he does not want,
my fists clenched so hard that his nails leave their mark on the palm,
moved the hugs of friends, the
jokes and smiles bitter
reliance on Internet and technology,
the thought of all films I will not see the movies with you, the rope bridge that we will not set in September at the carnival, festivals and fairs in October where we will not be sitting next ...
The waiver of an everyday living in two, even if obstacles,
the countdown to the Christmas holidays, from now on,
the tears fall and melting makeup,
Ovosodo a wrong nor in up nor down (* cit.)
the melancholy that comes before the distance.
In a little more than forty-eight hour childbirth, as well as provides a path of life and studies, set seven years ago now.
It is a whirlwind of joy and sadness that I do not know what to prevail.

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E 'one click.
Today is just a click, was once the phone number stored in the phone book paper and not in the phone, before it was the home address that ended in the bottom of a drawer ...
Today is a click, with whom I decide to delete a contact from messenger.
New times, old stories, or rather repetitive.
What I have done so: not promulgate edicts, do not try to take sides, let alone, not have five years ... Not even "block", no one is unable to look, do not change the number or contact information, nothing. I just fed up. But I was really tired.
Why did drop the overflowing swimming pool, and not a mere vessel. Maybe
are done wrong, maybe I should have micro-incazzature frequent, but are not part of my character. Soothe me in a tenth of a second, smile, apologize, justify, put forward the affection and I expect them to do so also others. That respect and affection should descend so on.
Maybe that's the problem, maybe others do not understand is that my gestures of affection and pensanso simply that I always go all well. So do not worry too much because I do not ever take me. And in fact I do not ever take me, or almost.
But when I reach the limit, it is a point of no return.
And then disappears.
Clik.

Morton Tender Quick Australia

Idiots! Silence

Sono circa le tre e mezza. Di notte.
La sto riaccompagnando a casa, si chiacchiera del più e del meno.
Duecento metri davanti a noi un incrocio, con una rotonda.
Sento uno stridere di ruote e vedo una macchina comparire ad alta velocità, percorrere la rotonda in controsenso e infilarsi nella strada in cui mi trovo, in senso inverso al mio.
"Che cazz..." Mentre rallento, anche se non ho ancora capito bene cosa stia succedendo, è una seconda berlina a folle velocità quella che ripete le gesta della prima infilandosi però, questa volta, nella mia corsia. Vuole superare l'altra, ci sta venendo addosso. Lei urla di fermarmi, inchiodo, le gomme fischiano, suono il clacson, l'altra macchina rallenta e si infila dietro la prima, mentre una terza ripete il solito giochino nella rotonda.
Rispondono altezzosi al mio clacson e spariscono nella notte.
Stavano gareggiando.
Noi abbiamo continuato a tremare a lungo.

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Mancano ventitre giorni alla partenza.
Saranno densi, ma voleranno. Già lo so.
Ho trovato casa. In centro. Al momento ci vivono uno spagnolo, un portoghese e una giapponese. Quando anche io avrò preso possesso del mio "quarto", ne rimarranno ancora due da occupare.
Oltre a questo ci sono due bagni, una cucina piuttosto grande, la lavatrice, il salotto, la sala da pranzo e internet wireless.
My parents are away in the mountains. I needed a little 'vacation.
The house is empty and silent. Too. Missing a friend who has been with me for eighteen years, always faithful, always sweet, sometimes funny, at times mischievous. My company has done so many times, and in recent years has often been a comfort after the fights with my parents. He always went well as I was, and even She was nice. He loved to sit on the couch dozing, lulled by the clicking sound of my fingers on computer keys, he liked to lick the jar of chocolate danette and run in the garden during the coolest hours.
went crazy for salmon, she hated the vet and do not compromise on the timing of meals. For the rest, was very accommodating, also ready to share the couch in exchange for a caress.
When she heard my voice coming from my computer (because we were talking via skype), start looking. But it has never failed to recognize the screen.
's always been very polite, never out of place if you do not pee in the last few days, by which time the disease was acute. He wanted to be considered part of the family and got angry when there was a basket, a pillow or a blanket given to him in the room where we were: he had to lie on the floor just to be with us, but we did not quite understand that it was right.
As a young man was a good fork, but has never been fat, rather than powerful.
Old age has brought with it disease and appetite, weakness in recent times, but never dementia. This made it even more heartbreaking. Over the past two days, when she could not move his neck, was still lucid and able to recognize us and let us know what he wanted. Maybe he was afraid of death, by any means the same presentation as a simple soul, maybe it was a puppy again, the fact is that he wanted to be stroked all the time. Otherwise emitted a weak but clear, meow.
His last day we spent together, lying in a garden in front of another in order not to lose sight of. It was warm, but a slight breeze carried a bit 'of relief. I was reading, he watched the blades of grass and every now and then I asked to be shot. It 'died alone in a hot Saturday afternoon in which binding commitments and prevented me from being with him. It 'died in only two hours when the house was empty, some say he did it on purpose, that the animals are hidden when their time comes.
I do not know what may be true, but I know that we want to believe, because I think that has tried and not found in its final minutes hurts me so much.
E 'died after being able to come out of the small shelter anti-flies that we had built around it, although now unable to stand. We could not understand how he did it, but he had not understood what it was for the small building and felt like a cage. The last action of his life was, therefore, to regain freedom.

I love you, B.