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always pay the consequences.

Today I had a great lesson. Which Bull always pay the consequences. I did it by referring to the fact that in spite of snow and ice, I never threatened to fall. And today. In the rain. The divine punishment.

I get home from the library on foot, to get some 'air, and that happens, do I get a sort of muddy the whole hill, sure of myself and her cell phone in hand, perhaps not too conscious of the fact that the mud is slippery, before you know / think / real ize / understand the danger I fall in the mud (with the white jacket) I try to get up, fall back, try to do it again and not only fall but slide down, I completely breads, try to get back on my feet but I can not, I get on all fours in the mud, I help get back on two legs with a fence and walk with all the nonchalance not part of dellaBarca way that I have left to go home.
later do much more harm baby dell'Amuchina advertising which, incidentally, is a sorry mess of marketing, which rivedrebbe mother in what the child looks to fill the mud house with loving eyes and simply say "Oh no, I'm clean." First thing I blooded at least the child, then later prodigal me to understand whether you should make him clean with your tongue or your hair. But okay.
Now I'm here and my ankle hurts, and I think the child dell'Amuchina and I think the precariousness of the upright position.

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As always , no one has ever the feeling to do enough: if I look out the window does not recognize anything, except things and people buried in snow that does not autoconvincere you're thinking, but it's time to think. People
split that glue their pieces with the snow and people falling on the whole that break the ice.
I can not say from which side I am right now, even if I'm part of this game, I like to think they are above such things, even if they are, if anything, below.
The only certainty is that in going to the library I will surely break falling, solving the question of belonging that grips me not too. I'll try to slip quietly not to disturb anyone, including myself, in this block that no one understands and recognizes (I will pretend to do so) going to like every year around the same point of departure or arrival that is, there is imposed by Social and religious costume after all, so.

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lit windows, and shadows them all together to talk

In the gloomy streets of a neighborhood
new mall
Trees on time, day after day,
fail.

It 's the same old story every year. A sprinkling of snow comes down, turn on the Christmas lights in the center of the taste of sadness bum who sleeps under the harbor because of Pratello and adding other boxes in his corner in the hope of isolating some 'from the cold of the Virgin Mary .
Homes in suitcases and bags in the hallways. Ah
then clear that there is also the market street Altabella. It 'really the greatest of sadness. Also because that steals its way to the homeless people who usually are caught there, eh. No, I disagree. He dreamed of celebrating

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the storm And in case
artificial light becomes