a cold wind blows. He slips under clothes yet light and quietly announced the arrival of autumn.
E 'this wind howling in my ears and ruffles his hair, which will take me away, in the other place - not anywhere else, for Elsewhere I do not know where he is, just a distant dream and impalpable.
The feeling that this wind to help me escape, rather than move, it stings my heart - the heart that now feels all heart pulsating, noisy and helpless, completely open heart.
The diamond has been broken for some time, the cloth is mordibido carefully folded in a drawer. Now I live and breath.
how I can support the full weight of this September, so hard.
Days undefined, in which the body occupies space in a place and a part of me is already hopelessly beyond projected .
As if to start over, albeit in a new house with new people, with eleven new courses and exams, it meant back through a mirror. I hate the idea that despite everything hangs inside me, that everything is a parallel universe, because it means that will never touch that really all this, I'm going to leave again. And I wonder if we really want these two worlds are founded, or if you do not really prefer that they remain quite distinct. Aware that one of them is prevailing over the other.
Just like a year ago, I fill the suitcase of hopes, dreams, good intentions. And I close with a little 'desire to leave, I'm not so convinced that you want to hide.
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