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A Heart Elsewhere

... the guy in the car dealership where I went this morning.

Man Without A Heart: And for your car ... is that it has no market.
My Person: Yes, I noticed.
USC: Oh well anyway miss you and gives it to us then we do something. Certainly resale in any way.
LMP: But look that goes well eh. It 's a very solid machine. It 'just is not scrapped ...!
USC: Yes indeed, but nobody buys them though. Let's see, picking up the car, you bring her here and there leaves.
LMP: Ah. The port here then? And there I leave?
USC: If you think that the machine is less traumatic, we come to take us in the garage ...
LMP : Nonlatengoingarage \u0026lt;\u0026lt;

What then is the same thing I told myself, if I were in his place.
With the same tone and sarcastic like the same face, which took him from asshole.
But today I am saddened that it must abandon to the hands of the dealer Candy
u_u So everything is permitted. _. him and me.

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galway_girl3 @ 2009-06-10T13: 08:00

I was putting in place the old high school books, I found among the collection of poems that in fact could not find a little more.
I stumbled on this again, and I was frozen.
I love Pasolini, above all because it manages to be polished in their torment. Not
welcomes it, does not call justifications to his way of being, speaks of himself with a moving clarity.
He speaks of his mother, I have found it more than me as a daughter.

It 'difficult to say in a child

what they look like little heart.

You are alone in the world who knows my heart,

what has always been, first of all other love.

So, I must say this is terrible to know:

is in your grace that my anguish grew.

You are irreplaceable. For this is damned

solitude life you gave me.

And I will not be alone. I have an endless hunger

of love, the love of bodies without souls.

Because the soul is in you, you, but you

are my mother and your love is my slavery

I spent my childhood sense a slave to this

lofty incurable, a huge commitment.

was the only way to feel life,

the only color, the only way now is over.

survive, is the confusion

a renewed life beyond reason.

I beg you, ah, I beg you: do not want to die.

I'm here alone with you, a future in April.

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