coming back to my city is always weird. I don't breath the same air I was breathing in Rome, Rome is like an old beautiful whore in decay, who obtenebrates you with her huge breasts, and the perfume on her skin.
I felt like I was lost again in the subway train, like I didn't owe anything to anybody, not even to myself.
then this morning I stepped in my city again, and the wind had knocked down this tree i front of my room window. it had been there forever, and it was the first one to blossom in spring.
it had been there forever and yet it didn't have enough roots to survive.
I felt like I was lost again in the subway train, like I didn't owe anything to anybody, not even to myself.
then this morning I stepped in my city again, and the wind had knocked down this tree i front of my room window. it had been there forever, and it was the first one to blossom in spring.
it had been there forever and yet it didn't have enough roots to survive.
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james:
i dont know about miving but i am trying my hardest to come visit europe this summer, and italy would be on my list of places to visit....i would love that.
dusty:
hey ms. suicide...im doing ok i guess...days go up and down...how are you love? xox