As if my emotions had suddenly become more timid, reserved. Frozen by puffs dusted with snow and frost, it can only dissolve in the home.
Like yesterday.
In the last part mates of batteries, before we dive in the winter duvet, the memory of my maternal grandmother was made between large thoughts.
few words, but rather a few pictures.
you sitting in the kitchen, she slowly loses her mind, she has her favorite nephew, she's snoring at night and I'm not sleeping, she puts in order his jealously guarded plastic bags in a drawer.
difficult to understand the concept of "non-existence."
difficult to understand the concept of "non-existence."
And a tear hesitates, but then slides silently from my cheek, the nose of Blue, the pillow.
blush As if my emotions in front of strangers.
As if my tears, every time, they need a little private silence.
"was born ... my song
as a temptation to sit on my bed
greedily look
and fly an 'emotion and will
' song
that slipping be
out of the room ... "
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