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I become sad. Gradually, I become sad. I am reminded of that story Rodari, I loved her as a child: Novels machine-made, the title. I have no idea how many times was able to read this little book each time trying to squeeze that sour juice that oozed from every syllable, one-biting irony is the right word. Becomes small, began one of those fairy tales for children of the new millennium, which we do not know but he certainly was 'new', La Fontaine is not enough, perhaps it is never enough. And the main character became so small that it can enter into a shoe, a can of tomatoes, in a matchbox. My grandfather became a Stuffed animals and grandchildren who keep him in your hand will one day find the box of matches, says empty, but with him inside but it is as if there was so much smaller. And threw it away. paff. Just the story ended there. But he said it all. And I become sad, I immediately associated with this thought as banal story that he's incredibly funny and without reason becomes 'small'. 'Small' that word. I get sad, little by little, more and more. There is a reason that is not the condition of being human? Wallow in trivia, take a shower of clichés, it is night-yes, I feel like it. It 's the condition of being human that makes me sad and it is not. It is the awareness that Baudelaire and Baudelaire and Shakespeare the plot might develop a bit 'better, that seven out of eight characters are still alive. And 'some knowledge that I do not know if I want to hear from you tonight, without touching you. I can not tonight. But also to be aware too, is something undefined. Look increasingly indescribable emotion, no? I can not do is cite and quote. Nobody else can do, more or less covertly, and this kills me, no?

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did a month with him. took a month, exactly the same sentence would have said an al fresco. they gave me three months, I made a month. serve a sentence. is this? serve a long sentence to be held on account, to remember the day and the hour and minute of the first and second time you started to do a month. time and date, time and bill in protest at the end of the month you pay the payment, you pay for love the same way you pay the arrears, and she did a month with him. and practically it means that that month was different, it was wide open a door on the past and the future that already called to say it is already something else, and that month was perhaps the most intense of all his life that deserves to be said, it deserves to become part of the sentence 'I did a month' as \u200b\u200bif to say who created the weather, which has distorted the space-time so as to create something else that month keeps only the phoneme. the month but are in fact four letters in a row because the month that you did is different from the month that other people did. not a half months is to say that the months are different depending on how one makes them-if he does so with the man of her month, the man with whom she spent the month, the goal of a race obstacles in vain, the five hundred meter breaststroke butterfly. the event, birth, death, all in that word 'month'. she did a month, and he did it with him. they did a month. have distorted the time in their favor, that month may be a minute can be diecianni. may be nothing. they did a month, and now they are two to count the time to move balls on the large abacus first closest and then the farthest. to remember. to remember that in three months they did four months and a reminder that the next time the digital counter to zero and start over. remember. to be able to forget the time should remember, however. should not mention at all should not mark the X on the calendar every day to finally reach the moment where the sun do not you take more chess and you enjoy light shade. until such time as the burning of their days will be brighter than the dim light of their boring day until the moment when sorcerers return immune to sit on the grate like a fakir on a bed of nails, watching dawn on the horizon without reciting litanies, without invoices with VAT at twenty percent.