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. j' to tête here débrouillante me souffle je suis pas pour rester ici sans oiseaux dans the main "les oiseaux, les plus beaux les enfants, les plus beaux je les to vu les petits here ètè tres the jolie en sortant dans the rue je les avais tous perdu. a game between the fog and if I am zitta that a city cancels me the words from the head breath that po' me seems that you see the houses then runs after us for how many the wonders of the world that I do not know for how many the nearly loving wonders of the world within you that they are not dared between sweet notes are I give small I will not be other that a soft dream. us six you, a vague odore of snow that does not arrive, and a sms of love not to send. us six you, a cigarette not secretly that you do not have more fifteen years, and a sms that we ask you with who six six you and a sms to answer, and to say that not six with nobody. us six you and the lucine of been born them, and a song to write that you will not never know to sing. us six you and the haste, there is Milan who stressa, are themselves the tram that the passengers get out of order themselves and who drive crazy. there are trees does not cure to you that they die and flower-beds of primule totally outside place is the moratti ones that is all matta and city council members who have not falcate enough long for starle behind. there are the metropolitans whom they do not swallow enough and understood some to make some to pass also four to you. there are ciclisti with the pantaloncini and the templates that seem averse today of ignoto a planet for before the time in my life I have understood that it is sant' apollonia, not Saint polonia. I swear I will not make more the saccente with the ink creeds indeed to the solstizio in my stopped eyes and sputa me the blowup, ché we are not but dwaries resuscita to you from the accidia of the period cos?i I remain indeed with the breath to half possible air that you are not in degree cos?i you remain with the breath to half air you do not want to send a mail in the future you do not want a areoplanino of paper planted in throat you want to only become one cardboard marionette. and from skillful hands always maneuvered of people in encircled ecstasy I would be only beautiful beautifulst and without kisses and always promise I would please myself ops I am gi?rrivando, I had to telephone to you. but I was a moment outside from my boneses I watched the sky with this sun to met?a times the labbra between hats slipped kind the letters, not in the ear, was to the skin that I spoke. ?tato the time of a kiss to make a little love on the balcony the time that sorridevamo without thoughts in degree to only ask to us "and you who six then of how many empty words farcite. rhubarbs brisbane turnips gorgoglii barb borboun baricco chicago. we are left to strascicare estremit?er the roads of sassolini senz' flower-beds, without sex and love we are frumento perhaps fragment ferment and then vain spring of a damage of unaware of light ages beer to you bevici. within the labbra slips is tears of a dwarf miser of one was gi?uce in your eyes before the predestination whore whom it has made me to fall here I cry pardons to me flies I cry pardons in the sheet not six you to me?he me lacks the elastic carpets under voragini. one small joy that dreams Japan in order to play to the playstation also with the heart from dargli many kisses on the belly. to the nutrizionisti that they do not know to eat, to the institution that does not know what to make, to the school that it does not know to educate, to the drugs that are not made to buy. joining the dots of the enigmistica week not but to me the hats piacciono cos?long and wild. ?enuto the type that sells the mineralizzatori for the acqua.gli I have asked if potva to render me also the water of the shower mineral gi?accio the paste with the water fiuggi.se it does not mineralize me all the system then?nutile. then in order to manage with the harmonica my name is lady pannocchia and i' m trying to me hard to look like the girl who sits on stars I leave you life your and to canicola. the shadows tied to coppers little tears pages to you to love elementary sacrale lumbar tree sacramento. for who has lost the eyes in antarctic coast. to times the ingestibili persons rispuntano, and?iusto to perhaps leave a little space perhaps for the air that?tata removed to me cos?o jumped the pit that I did not have. then how much I have I plant, pi?on I saw to us sputavo on the plants that I grew. you not six null one in my revolt also if I would want to be remained uncultivated, imporsi the carried out taste?na cos?i does not fall a weight from the stomach. to listen to impizzati that invocano trains to pezzettoni. the règia corvée of who it has the brain I polish and dry eyes for ciottolare the sea not felt po' rough to the contrary appearance to the contact a contrast the hours passages to hope the love therefore I churn myself say to me, today falls the government, then fall asses, then falls the ritornello. it falls a cylinder from the ciliegio, a sfregio from the sferisterio, falls saverio from savino. say I say, then say I say not, we pass to the pacs, plachiamo the passions and, we can a pause we hide fioriere to the children who hide us the smoke, and then play to who is dumber. but I had I dictate it endured, perhaps than that one to the maximum the our houses would have infiocchettato us of rose condomìni. are not enough warm. and therefore, he changes to the shape but not the substance. and therefore, from the galateo of the table he arrives you to the galateo of the pointed hoods, noialtri human, we remain tonti equal I would be only sweet without to graze yours labbra. I would not have words in order to annoy your intolerances I swear I would be only sweet without to graze yours labbra. and beside the coffee I would prepare songs for your service I would watch far away from your arrival and single sorriderei only. the green light that throws to you in face, the cartoncino. I swear I would be only sweet without to graze yours labbra. you have upset for lusso the matter you have stolen the pole to mine stretches hour consoles me those that is left over has written also my name in the agenda then per?i calls with the microphone has forgotten senno in the room per?er how much the piet?anonica the dignit?on buys it to the conad. marta gervasutti, a situated emergent director on nirvana with beautiful a beautiful forum and if tried well are also my poetries etc (ritacrobatica). -- IF YOU WANT TO HAVE TITLE ' CATEGORRIE' FOR YOURS ARCHES YOU OF CATEGORIES YOU MUST REMOVE. - - TO THE END, THEN YOU REMOVE THE CAPITAL ONE THAT FOLLOWS FROM THE PHRASE: ' YOU REMOVE ALSO THIS. YOU REMOVE ALSO THIS, INCLUDING THE ARROW --. NS6 and IE5PC I give not stretch the frame div down to encopass the content DIVs --