dream or are awake? Damn As it rained, within the park have been there and I go with a firm step towards the intersection of two avenues that cross it.
Arrival at the big intersection and once again I find it completely flooded, but much less than last time, there is the usual handyman in the garden that makes me a wave.
smiling I go to the edge of the immense puddle formed nell'avvallamento of the two main road asphalt, smile and look at him.
"Aaah but you are! Another time is terrible, did you see? "
" Well, come on, this time it seems better to me is cute, the smile still and know that he is not alone, Michelangelo is also a guy who works at a winery I know, I see that they break with two birrini, I wish him health of the drinker and greet andandomene.
The rest of the highway was dry and Julie and my other friends I can reach, we start chatting about this and that, when later a group of guys caught my attention.
A tall guy with hair on his shoulders blacks dropped me from the very impresssione to have already seen, the other lowest kept short brown hair and large hazel eyes, but I've seen him, but she is me the heart stops for a moment, between me and that there was something fuck, I remember!
She stops talking, I see you coming and smiles at me, a beautiful white smile, sticks out like a lightning in the sky black, tanned face with high cheekbones, strong features are harmonious with those in blacks long hair and those blue eyes that I go through the brain. I know there was something, I do not remember shit, nothing, I try to focus on the whole, nasty bitch is too late.
"ciaaaaaaao" hugs me
"hello"
"How long, I find you very well, why did not you hear more?" He says as we come back face to face. I feel my stomach twisting and the mind that runs all the fucking folders to no avail.
"Hear the call of these times, we meet again," he says, and it seems that they must leave.
"ok, sure" I say, as my mind goes over all my dirty life looking for this rare flower I'm losing, I remember that one with the short hair on me is fucking ugly, and in fact while I can think of and they turn to leave he throws me a glance of the cock, and I showed him the middle finger, causing about one facet of odious ass a little smile ....
's why I is the shit, so I guess the idea that she is finished with him at the end. What a fucking
shit I do not remember that great piece of ... but how??
"and who the fuck was that?" Giulio me with eyes as big as eggplants.
"and well, a girl, but how the hell do I recall it does not have his number ..."
"well maybe you Ribecco way to somehow" reassures me, while still below the horizon.
We walk me, him and my friends, my head was bursting, the heart goes out to thousands and stomach seem to fight against a Mexican Boa ate spicy. Maybe this time it's really love cock.
I wake up in bed, warm, are turned over to a to recognize that the stomach is losing its challenge with boa Mexican hot chili burps.
My head spins,
"shit was a fucking dream ,
but you can not remember her and the guardian of the garden.
"What the fuck was he doing there Michelangelo?"
Ok she was a fucking dream but no, I remember her really bad and even that little man out of the little chap with sorrisodelcazzo.
Clinging to the bed as a Koala in the storm, a punch in the face and one in the pit of my stomach making company, the head delves deeply, I remember streets, places, events, places hidden behind my memories, tears run through the face, something I must have entered in the eyes and the belly is seething with anger.
That way cock, I dream too? No not that
and where the hell was that?
A is that it was the sea, with whom?
A is with Irene
And the other way?
No not that, fuck that was a dream, but I remember it I was working there, yes, I cut the grass there, for at least a month ...
What the fuck I say it was a dream too.
Breathe.
Calm, you woke up recently and still dream and reality are too confused, breathe, calm down.
"Calm the fuck."
Maybe I could ask someone if you've never done a job like this, but you know it, I remember you and I in the car,
or was it a home?
But even if I had dreamed I would have it anyway from somewhere.
Oh my god what a mess, I turn around again in bed. But nothing
own, nothing I do not remember anything, I recall dreams mixed with reality.
A beautiful park and the infinite with a weeping willow And I ran, no
heck that's another dream, that was nice.
here is that house them, we are in cuba Ecco.
in Cuba, of course, fool!
billionaire to cuba ... a beautiful dream another dream big nasty shit I had forgotten what great beautiful dream.
But it is real, you exist, of course, must exist between us and there was definitely something beautiful.
something beautiful before he got that carpet blonde with nice smile like a nail in one hand.
eyes subside, and it has lost the stomach aches of defeat, I have a great pain in the chest and belly, I have a thirst for absurd, a hot shit, I get up.
"Wash your face"
am more awake, I pull up a bit 'shutters, sun, water, air, actually.
Here to reality.
But nothing changes there that I know her and now I find out where the fuck is and who he is, among us there was also something beautiful, or a house, or maybe in the car but I loved those eyes, just the I find the whole story.
Indeed not.
Meanwhile, I find, then I think about it.
I'm going to find her dream.
