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a night like a psychedelic notes .. coming back .. Last but not least

, 68 should not fail

the mc donald there should be no

I'm tired of the same words repeated by all

'm sick of resignation, elitism

are not just thoughts

a moment

are small defeats

is anger that comes from within

I never thought for cliches

I never fought for world hunger

Forgot culture

to understand

lot

regret is that he regrets

are autoeroticism nell'insensato thought I could do

are failure of the arts

are the virtues that I miss

virulent and stupidity of some images

are resigned to the money

But hatred from the depths

deceit, opportunism, the inability to grow

thoughts masses hung on the walls of my room

un'ingordigia never end, to write

(Maybe I should not do that great of tasks

but one of the words

Maybe I can give air

still good)

After I did absorb the system

this deadline useless

that means nothing

stupid enough to think people

willing to read

so annoyed by expectations - expectations

useless, they do not want to say anything

is only the comparison between you and their idea

or idealization

While there only goes in a pool of blood

with friends from the smiles are too big and always too big

and too little genuine

if there was only one reader excited

the cause of the lawyer is useless

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"Hello Michael"

"Hey, did you spend time"

"I took a couple of days for me,"

"Well, you are served to reflect?"

"Yes, I thought a lot . You must 'if we meet? "

"Ok, now I'm free even if you want."

'Go well, coming. "

In fact I had thought of nothing. At the end of the year there were only two days at the end of a year full of surprises, a nice load years. Look back and give an account of what had happened I would have certainly helped, indeed. It was a time when I learned how to work instinctively, without paying much attention to the consequences of my actions. I did not know if it was positive or negative, I knew it was the only thing I could afford to do. Of course it was certainly not just for those who stood by me, having to continually satisfy my moods, but then I could not guarantee anything.

On the way home I stopped in front of Michael at a window of a travel agency. Here I had decided. I wanted to be with her. En route, however, always in motion. This was my proposal. Two become nomads. Travelling, discovering new places together, and you'll find two of us. It was not a normal solution, probably would have taken it with a joke, like I want to make fun of her. But no. That was my final proposal.

When I said what I had in mind to Michael, his voice was trembling, I was not fully sure what I was saying. But his first smile I took courage. I listened to her what I had to say, I let out an uncontrolled flow of words. She may have been literally overwhelmed by this speech. But I listened, seemed to agree.

"I'm Ok. I want to spend my life with you, and I do not care where and how. I'm coming with you! "

" Really? That is, do not you take me for a fool? We start So what? "

" Yes, what do not believe me? Do you want a written letter. We decide the route, how and when to stay away, then when we come back here at home we take a break and then resumes. It seems a good compromise is not it? "

Maybe on like this for life would not be able to go. Maybe who knows. I only know I never loved a woman so much as now. Perhaps in so doing tried to accommodate the conflicting needs of my escape and safety. Michael on the best travel companion you could have. We adapt to everything, in every situation. When we left there was always a great light in his eyes. Every time I got home I had time to reload a moment, unpack and want to start immediately. I felt the need to continue to be with her, every trip united us even more.

Maybe that's why I decided to marry her, and perhaps that is why I have told our story. Someone like Michael is' always be remembered.

Oh one last thing. Happy New Year, and this year teach you many things like that year was for me.

Ps: I forgot. My name is Matt I'm 82 years old, and this is the story of how I decided to marry my wife Michelle. She and I still have one last wish. To die the same day, you'll never hear more the lack of each other.