The taste of raspberries, weak and timid that drops ticking on the glass, open books, the room messy, scattered clothes, the unmade bed, hair mussed, music continuously, the air saturated with the library, other words that follow words, a paper stressing the assistant and winking, the exams in two steps, the sun, the river, notes on strings caressed, laughter in the company, despair, surrounded by a smile, photocopies and dictionaries, grammar books, historical documents from word review and correct constantly, gelatoterapia, coffee and croissants, poems read during the night whispering, eyes hidden in the dark, waiting a few hours of sleep for the emergence of a new day.
to drink in one gulp.
My spring. The best ever. Like me, like us.
In the hands of my fragile bubble of happiness.
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