Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Brazilian Wax Before Tanning



one year has passed since I received that phone call, but frankly it seems much longer. I thought, I hoped with all my heart was just a joke, one of those stupid and childish. I wanted was just one of those nightmares that make you wake up with heart pounding. I wanted to believe in an error, in a case of mistaken identity, a false news. and it was this: a bad joke, a nightmare, a tragic mistake, but I could not laugh, I could not wake up, we could not go wrong.

smiled as I think the last time we met. discourses spans for air, and the silly jokes, the teasing and serious things that we were told. I still have the shirt had given me on that occasion, they put a monkey smiling. I enjoy pulling out of the closet and look at it, but I can not put backs. is not a relic, just a way to remember. and it still hurts.

I tried with all his might for an explanation. I tried to understand. I did not succeed. I look at some pictures every now and try to imagine what would you do now. What would you tell me what is happening around here, the advice that I urleresti about the girls who attend, so that all are equal and can not be deciphered. certainly still play football, take a few here and there until the next goal and our "hands of pastry." but no, it is not and can not be.

yesterday was a beautiful day, the sun high and hot. just like when you're gone. somehow comforted me, anche solo per un attimo. la foto di noi tre assieme, invece, ha fatto affiorare qualche ricordo di troppo che ha velato gli occhi. potrei dire che comunque sono contento così, ma non è per niente vero. nessuno qui lo è. 

non c'è vuoto, non c'è accettazione. c'è un qualcosa fuori posto che mi lascia disorientato e rende tutto un po' più difficile di come lo avevo pensato. non è destino ma è scuccesso. forse è solo egoismo, ma qui manca la tua voce allegra. mi hai insegnato molto e per questo ti ringrazio. dovrei dirti ancora un milione di cose, dovrei raccontartene altrettante. ma per adesso ti saluto e basta, provando a sorridere come you used to do, now with less carefree.

Take care wherever you are. I love you.

hello Zano.

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