Ci pensavo l'altro giorno mentre mi succhiavo una camel sul balcone di M. e guardavo giù in strada.
Fumo poco, quasi nulla, ma quando lo faccio mi rilasso e la tranquillità mi porta a pensare. Vago con la mente e cerco di capire perché certe cose vanno così in questo cazzo di mondo.
Guardavo in basso e vedevo i puntini umani andare su and down the street. A shot and some of those spots had already made 10 mm to go nowhere, a place from the balcony had no importance to anyone, including dots.
M. meanwhile was having a shower. Her soapy hands went where there were passed shortly before my eyes. His back and his long legs were a bit 'in a, small. Even his
are dots, but these are still not going anywhere.
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