_How deceive us, Tom , they are still alive while all the other always look parte_
of days it unnecessary I have already spent too much with nails in his mouth to draw doodles. I exclude perspectives on action aimed the good intentions carved in the grip of reason for most of my hair arricciami between jams shipwrecks on the rocks I anxiety tailless lizard that runs on the one hand I die a little 'rest live on the other metà _
Cosimo looked at the world from the tree: everything, seen above, was different, and that was only a divertimento_
I always wanted to sleep heavy, that's where you bring sleep and suffered with breathing dry, abandoned as a rock springs.
_How jealous, I suffer four times because they are jealous, because I reproach of it, because I fear that my jealousy end up hurting each other, because I allow myself to subdue a triviality : I suffer from being excluded, to be aggressive, to be mad and be like everyone else _. Roland Barthes
