not know about you but when certain things happen and I become melancholy I look back in search of hooks, holds, on lawns to rest.
E 'John died.
young to die.
young to die badly.
young to know that she must go.
John, baby with me.
In the photos in black and white, the only one who is looking elsewhere without setting strict gaze at the photographer who makes us feel serious and strutting like little chalk toothless.
John did not have the easy life.
Of course not.
A little 'because it goes a bit' because I will choose you.
A little 'because even the 70s had their precarious soul and wallet.
John had an easy life:
You could tell from the tattered black jacket that had already chosen a different route.
From all those creases on the corners of the books that many of us were religious tracts with the Blessed Sacrament.
He did not. John
falling since that sleep tired that struck him and a certain resignation in the eyes often sad.
John was not worse or better.
He was a son of the world. Like me. How many.
Then some good friends, others less so. How many. As soon as you win
distract the less good.
should have been quicker to understand John.
But you did not like waiting, we saw no sense. And no one could let you see.
Then all you rewards in the short and long steals the soul.
The Bar as a family.
The pusher as a friend.
increasingly away from it all.
closer to nothing. Then the disease
earned as you earn prizes at the gas station to make full force.
disease increasingly gloomy, more and more sad. You
increasingly alone.
And here we are, with an old jalopy to take you away in the case of spruce, which ultimately costs less.
And I wonder why it was better than that?
Where was the point of no return?
For there is no one to smile, perhaps sadly, but at least smile, like when you know you're going to feel better than before.
And because we are dispersed and separated in four cats to see that you walk away?
No certainly not a party, but should be better than that.
I'm angry.
Angry Men, which allow you to throw away the little bit 'of God that we have inside.
to hide it so well then why do not you curse and who now find
are you going with the jalopy and the case of fir me itchy hands.
Without even leaving a mark, a lesson, a scar with which to keep in mind that life gives what you ask.
But maybe I'm too angry with you John.
With you I've given up smoking when I was a child too young to understand that there is no rush to grow up if growing up means rockin 'all day for a piece of rotten smoke.
with you that you have decided that it was a blast to be hidden behind the parish field while others sweated in endless games of football.
with you that you were telling me that I was too serious and you make me feel like a fool because I was studying.
with you that you kicked your liver to let you come out spewing.
And I've never seen happy.
And you have never laughed heartily.
And that makes me angry.
angry with me.
Yeah, because I had to be stronger. More
hard or soft or convincing.
I had to sell you something that seemed right to sell and do not let me, you, the junk that looked like adolescent rebellion but it was just mental laziness seasoned at all.
I had to get up right on your back because you cling too.
But who knows if you really wanted it or had already decided.
If you were looking for an ending that seems heroic, but that's just sad that leaves everyone a piece, and the funeral with a little ' turnover of more.
And maybe everything is as it should.
... Where to go.
Yes, maybe someone will have a little 'responsibility but I can not think of how many times have you had the chance to switch on, change friends, to say no to bad luck. Di Luca
stop tease because his mother made him dress so much and not let him play football because they got sick.
He had his trouble.
He was a son of the world.
And he meant it or not, by itself.
Without mother, without me, without you. It
John.
You're right.
not speak ill of the dead, but because I feel maybe you can help me to do something. Let me hear
you can do otherwise.
who are born with trouble is not a conviction but only one condition. Sad, but always and only one condition.
What bad luck is first and foremost a friend who you choose.
A lover of luxury that you keep.
And that does not leave you spoiled once more and ask you more and more large accounts. Let them sleep in
appear to the children of today that it is easier to say now that you say no, but it is harder to live with the consequences of those is that the consequences of those not. Tell
with the wind and the leaves of the trees that life is full of assholes who enjoy immersing yourself in their sewer to be less lonely, but there are also people who let you do the shower at their own expense, so, just to give you a hand. What
who often is your choice.
spitting liver dying in front of two nurses who expect to remove the turn and not even know your name has nothing glorious and makes you feel like a rock star.
I look at you go away and I feel bad, because it is another piece of my world that goes with you.
Just as it should.
I wanted a completely different world when I watched "Adventure" on TV as a child. When I listened
Tito Stagno, so good, so earnest, so capable, I imagined that I would solve everyone's problems.
It was not so obvious.
why I try and try again. Not
I fixed your John.
you do not have solved.
A lesson to share. Until the last
.
Make a good trip.
See you for sure.
E 'John died.
young to die.
young to die badly.
young to know that she must go.
John, baby with me.
In the photos in black and white, the only one who is looking elsewhere without setting strict gaze at the photographer who makes us feel serious and strutting like little chalk toothless.
John did not have the easy life.
Of course not.
A little 'because it goes a bit' because I will choose you.
A little 'because even the 70s had their precarious soul and wallet.
John had an easy life:
You could tell from the tattered black jacket that had already chosen a different route.
From all those creases on the corners of the books that many of us were religious tracts with the Blessed Sacrament.
He did not. John
falling since that sleep tired that struck him and a certain resignation in the eyes often sad.
John was not worse or better.
He was a son of the world. Like me. How many.
Then some good friends, others less so. How many. As soon as you win
distract the less good.
should have been quicker to understand John.
But you did not like waiting, we saw no sense. And no one could let you see.
Then all you rewards in the short and long steals the soul.
The Bar as a family.
The pusher as a friend.
increasingly away from it all.
closer to nothing. Then the disease
earned as you earn prizes at the gas station to make full force.
disease increasingly gloomy, more and more sad. You
increasingly alone.
And here we are, with an old jalopy to take you away in the case of spruce, which ultimately costs less.
And I wonder why it was better than that?
Where was the point of no return?
For there is no one to smile, perhaps sadly, but at least smile, like when you know you're going to feel better than before.
And because we are dispersed and separated in four cats to see that you walk away?
No certainly not a party, but should be better than that.
I'm angry.
Angry Men, which allow you to throw away the little bit 'of God that we have inside.
to hide it so well then why do not you curse and who now find
are you going with the jalopy and the case of fir me itchy hands.
Without even leaving a mark, a lesson, a scar with which to keep in mind that life gives what you ask.
But maybe I'm too angry with you John.
With you I've given up smoking when I was a child too young to understand that there is no rush to grow up if growing up means rockin 'all day for a piece of rotten smoke.
with you that you have decided that it was a blast to be hidden behind the parish field while others sweated in endless games of football.
with you that you were telling me that I was too serious and you make me feel like a fool because I was studying.
with you that you kicked your liver to let you come out spewing.
And I've never seen happy.
And you have never laughed heartily.
And that makes me angry.
angry with me.
Yeah, because I had to be stronger. More
hard or soft or convincing.
I had to sell you something that seemed right to sell and do not let me, you, the junk that looked like adolescent rebellion but it was just mental laziness seasoned at all.
I had to get up right on your back because you cling too.
But who knows if you really wanted it or had already decided.
If you were looking for an ending that seems heroic, but that's just sad that leaves everyone a piece, and the funeral with a little ' turnover of more.
And maybe everything is as it should.
... Where to go.
Yes, maybe someone will have a little 'responsibility but I can not think of how many times have you had the chance to switch on, change friends, to say no to bad luck. Di Luca
stop tease because his mother made him dress so much and not let him play football because they got sick.
He had his trouble.
He was a son of the world.
And he meant it or not, by itself.
Without mother, without me, without you. It
John.
You're right.
not speak ill of the dead, but because I feel maybe you can help me to do something. Let me hear
you can do otherwise.
who are born with trouble is not a conviction but only one condition. Sad, but always and only one condition.
What bad luck is first and foremost a friend who you choose.
A lover of luxury that you keep.
And that does not leave you spoiled once more and ask you more and more large accounts. Let them sleep in
appear to the children of today that it is easier to say now that you say no, but it is harder to live with the consequences of those is that the consequences of those not. Tell
with the wind and the leaves of the trees that life is full of assholes who enjoy immersing yourself in their sewer to be less lonely, but there are also people who let you do the shower at their own expense, so, just to give you a hand. What
who often is your choice.
spitting liver dying in front of two nurses who expect to remove the turn and not even know your name has nothing glorious and makes you feel like a rock star.
I look at you go away and I feel bad, because it is another piece of my world that goes with you.
Just as it should.
I wanted a completely different world when I watched "Adventure" on TV as a child. When I listened
Tito Stagno, so good, so earnest, so capable, I imagined that I would solve everyone's problems.
It was not so obvious.
why I try and try again. Not
I fixed your John.
you do not have solved.
A lesson to share. Until the last
.
Make a good trip.
See you for sure.
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