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Tuesday Oct 06, 2009

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Its 5:30 in the morning, the fog has already fallen down after the cold rain, the window and the balcony door is wide-open, mom is taking in the clothes, I have to hurry up, need to leave the house at 6:00 to catch the suburban train, I wanna take the bike, because I dont want to walk my way on the road next the railway, its abandonned as always, there are no sidewalks and the underground crossings are more than creepy. It is said that a girl coming home at a night was murdered last year. 17, almost, like me...
Mom does not let me take the bike, because its dangerous she says, fear shivers over my body, another day going to school, every morning seems an eternity...

I wake up in my bed, and almost 10 years later I still dont know what was I so afraid of...

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mab:
hey lady, very cool pole trick. smile x0x0x
Oct 21, 2009
vodka:
How I understand you!I got married at 18 years old,with a man who was 12 years older than me.
I left everything and throw all my certainties to stay with him.
Lost a plane,a family,a house,a job,rationality for him.
We were in south america.
First time I saw him in the semidarkness of the club I understood that he was the man,my man.
He was a thug,with 5 children around the world,many women and no ordinary life.
Hustlin',gamblin',brawlin'.
He used to disappear for few days,no one knew were he had gone.
Notwithstanding,I was always waiting for him,searching him all night long in the most dreary places,in the haze of the winter's dawn.
Even when I was pregnant,and we moved to italy.
I used to find him so drunk and dumb in some dirty corners of the city, most times he almost didn't recognize me.
I sacrified my whole life for stayin with him,I gave him everything:my life,my happines,my adolescence.
I finished high school and after one week I gave birth to a wonderful creature,our daughter.
He left me and went away,to live with another woman after 3 months.
I had to struggle alone to survive and grow my baby.
She's one year old now.
And he came back to me.

Love is blind and it takes over your mind.
Sep 1, 2011

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