After the first taste I was totally engrossed. I could not live without. What the hell was I jumped in head that day? I had never experienced anything like it. Trapped inside my morality imposed by a thousand years of teaching and catechesis.
I was too tired in the morning was always the same. I was tired of that life so schematic, so anarchic equal to itself after the second second. I lacked the courage though. I could not change those patterns that I have always kept close to my country, to the social security tax free at the time of my baptism.
So after that first taste I was completely hooked. The taste and slight bitterness inside me. Winning the blood in his veins, that flavor is making his way to my senses. The cold air came from inside the window while driving on that road. I had never found the road so free. I felt like I made the right choice.
After an hour in the office I decided to go home. Without a real reason. I had left the interpretation of my strange dream. I thought so, every night I dream of something new, and I could not spend my life trying to understand all. It would be like trying to understand the woman who was with me. Impossible. Just
she thought at this time. Theoretically should have been at home. Theoretically. No thought went into the surprise of my head. A little 'I have it for fear of a surprise, a little' because I had no desire to even hear her. His immortal gray I was almost completely absorbed.
lied to myself, work, love. All so beautiful, so perfect. Everything simply equal to average desire of every Italian ISTAT respectable.
just do not want to tell the same story where I, a prey to the desire for freedom and re-appropriation of I ran my mind from everything and everyone, fleeing to India and married to a beautiful girl and by two sons before escaping from her and then also do the same thing in three other continents of the world, only to die with fifteen illegitimate children by maintained between courts and prisons. That is the life of Marlon Brando. I do not want to tell you a story unlikely or unreal.
just that I can not say that after the first taste I was totally engrossed. It was fantastic that time.
absolutely did not want to go to Michael (as he called it "my" woman). The idea of \u200b\u200bher with another one in a bed had something fascinating. A kind of liberation. My pride, however, does not think like me. And then go to her to do what? Camp thousand apologies, thousands of lies to tell her why I was not at work. No, it was exactly the opposite of what I wanted to do.
I stopped at a tobacco store to buy a package of cigars. Normally I do not smoke, but the cigars relax me. So then I went on my way, I honestly did not even know where I was carrying. When I got downstairs I heard a bout of schizophrenia. Not even dropped out of the car. Ingranai the first and again immediately. Without thinking of doing the right thing or wrong. Only I left. Exactly fifty kilometers later, I stopped at a bar. I did not want to do strange encounters that day. And that's where I tasted for the first time. I felt
I was too tired in the morning was always the same. I was tired of that life so schematic, so anarchic equal to itself after the second second. I lacked the courage though. I could not change those patterns that I have always kept close to my country, to the social security tax free at the time of my baptism.
So after that first taste I was completely hooked. The taste and slight bitterness inside me. Winning the blood in his veins, that flavor is making his way to my senses. The cold air came from inside the window while driving on that road. I had never found the road so free. I felt like I made the right choice.
After an hour in the office I decided to go home. Without a real reason. I had left the interpretation of my strange dream. I thought so, every night I dream of something new, and I could not spend my life trying to understand all. It would be like trying to understand the woman who was with me. Impossible. Just
she thought at this time. Theoretically should have been at home. Theoretically. No thought went into the surprise of my head. A little 'I have it for fear of a surprise, a little' because I had no desire to even hear her. His immortal gray I was almost completely absorbed.
lied to myself, work, love. All so beautiful, so perfect. Everything simply equal to average desire of every Italian ISTAT respectable.
just do not want to tell the same story where I, a prey to the desire for freedom and re-appropriation of I ran my mind from everything and everyone, fleeing to India and married to a beautiful girl and by two sons before escaping from her and then also do the same thing in three other continents of the world, only to die with fifteen illegitimate children by maintained between courts and prisons. That is the life of Marlon Brando. I do not want to tell you a story unlikely or unreal.
just that I can not say that after the first taste I was totally engrossed. It was fantastic that time.
absolutely did not want to go to Michael (as he called it "my" woman). The idea of \u200b\u200bher with another one in a bed had something fascinating. A kind of liberation. My pride, however, does not think like me. And then go to her to do what? Camp thousand apologies, thousands of lies to tell her why I was not at work. No, it was exactly the opposite of what I wanted to do.
I stopped at a tobacco store to buy a package of cigars. Normally I do not smoke, but the cigars relax me. So then I went on my way, I honestly did not even know where I was carrying. When I got downstairs I heard a bout of schizophrenia. Not even dropped out of the car. Ingranai the first and again immediately. Without thinking of doing the right thing or wrong. Only I left. Exactly fifty kilometers later, I stopped at a bar. I did not want to do strange encounters that day. And that's where I tasted for the first time. I felt
strong in a new perfume. He came from behind me.
I imagined. High, blackberry, curly hair, fair complexion excuse. Scent of the sea, smell good.
I let my head traveling with her. He must surely be beautiful, I thought as I sipped my beer. But I wanted to run. I did not want to break that great design that I had built with so much effort into my head.
I would have shot with style. I'd looked into her eyes and I said that I was dependent on its scent. I would have asked him not to say anything. I would have looked into his eyes. I would give her a kiss from the movie, and we'd go to his house to make love to destroy the soul. Except that these things happen Only in the movies. Maybe a movie with Marlon Brando.
Another beer, and the smell more sweet, always on my back. He spoke, he was reading a book. He was probably studying. There were no schools or universities nearby. Then retraced my design.
I let my head traveling with her. He must surely be beautiful, I thought as I sipped my beer. But I wanted to run. I did not want to break that great design that I had built with so much effort into my head.
I would have shot with style. I'd looked into her eyes and I said that I was dependent on its scent. I would have asked him not to say anything. I would have looked into his eyes. I would give her a kiss from the movie, and we'd go to his house to make love to destroy the soul. Except that these things happen Only in the movies. Maybe a movie with Marlon Brando.
Another beer, and the smell more sweet, always on my back. He spoke, he was reading a book. He was probably studying. There were no schools or universities nearby. Then retraced my design.
A woman of culture.
The idea of \u200b\u200bmaking love with her became even more exciting.
Solo, still did not turn around. I wonder if she thought the same thing. I began to count, trying to make me courage. I was about to turn. I got up.
I went out and smoked a cigar. The smell of cigar
trying to ruin what I had done my taste. From the bar came out of two girls. Not I can say they were beautiful. I can not say they were ugly. They were two girls. They talked among themselves, with a smile that girls, when they talk among themselves of their business.
I did not hear the scent, they could not be the primary drug of my own.
I went back into the bar, trying not to look around, I did not see her face.
I paid my bill.
The next day I would return there again.
trying to ruin what I had done my taste. From the bar came out of two girls. Not I can say they were beautiful. I can not say they were ugly. They were two girls. They talked among themselves, with a smile that girls, when they talk among themselves of their business.
I did not hear the scent, they could not be the primary drug of my own.
I went back into the bar, trying not to look around, I did not see her face.
I paid my bill.
The next day I would return there again.
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