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Getaway All Along The Watchtower November

Christ! as we were ridiculous and I
Cloud
as they followed the van of the City mortuary
... you would have enjoyed it, damn it! ...

us on the ring to change the spark plug dirty
and your coffin mouse-gray cast
in the cemetery of Prima Porta
... you would have enjoyed it, damn it!
... as you have fun rocking
to hitchhike on the Colombo
to steal a day of despair

and slam it on the beach ...
Capocotta.
... confused ... and I among others
throwing their towels on the color of happiness


fantasy ... you and me ... the night in the wagon train ...

to taste the salt on his lips,
to scandalize those faces
imbolsite papier-mache by drowsiness,
... and me ... to invent
balancing on the tight rope of shame
... but with the mind already closed
in that room. What nonsense that

deaths walled skyscraper behind those marble
of withered flowers and forgotten names.
you leave between the yellow chrysanthemums
stolen from your neighbor
an unfortunate smell of wax and rotted flowers ...
went to kicking off a Pepsi

and singing All along the watch tower ...

sang strong not to cry,
perhaps
.. I did not cry ... but ...
once back in that room,
I spent the night at the window all night watching

of Marlboro Light smoke that burned my eyes

and slow the flow of wagons.
(P. Welby - All Along The Watchtower
from the collection - Buttocks Sadistic)

Csr Bluetooth Radio Driverwin 7

November.
walk between the tracks of a station like many others. In the distance, the first Christmas lights. I lose myself in their brightness and that of everything around me, even more dazzling. Someone leaving, someone else just arrived. Who you meet casually, who would meet after who knows how long, who salutes, who uses only the old station as a refuge for the night and who wanders aimlessly.
take my bag and pull it a bit 'higher up, on his shoulders. Way, not too fast .. a little doubtful, without emotion, almost lost. I would like to cross, among the multitude. I would like to dispel this sense of tranquility almost too much that grips me and I hardly breathe. But you can not, at least not yet.
Lou Reed - Make up and stop thinking and get on my train.

















Turin. A few weeks ago.

Wrestling Singlets Itailan

So many foreign roads



Narrator:
(So apropos: Saw
death on a sunny snow) Him

:
"For Every life ..."

Her:
"Forego the parable."

Him:
"Seek the light."

Her:
"...My knees are cold."

(Running home, running home, running home, running home...)

Her:
"Go find another lover;
To bring a... to string along!"

"With all your lies,
You're still very lovable."

"I toured the light; so many foreign roads for Emma, forever ago."
(For Emma - Bon Iver)