Lei dorme.
Lui vorrebbe, ma preferisce osservarla ancora un po’.
Di notte qualcosa riposa anche in chi è sveglio, ed è allora che le sensazioni picchiano duro ed escono facilmente.
Ma lei dorme e il suo respiro è troppo sereno per svegliarla.
Yes kiss her, touch her in order to pass protection, that yes, but not to wake her, and she has to sleep, dream, can not awaken him, not even to tell her he loves her, even if it's the only thing I would do.
takes with him a mixture of love and anxiety and swallows it with a burning fuse to blow it up out on the street, where he is alone and no one can hear.
The raindrops are pearls fast on the skin of the jacket, slip testifying that everything flows.
He never believed in the old actors of ice, those who smoke away after having been shown to be heroes.
But the rain falls and how thick, can not rage on his cigarette. At least one
happens once in a lifetime of being alone in the rain, with the collar of a leather jacket turned up, like actors than once, if only for the time of a cigarette.
Tomorrow will be a new day and you wake up, better go to sleep and to be ready, because she's the only thing that matters.
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