Since Dad necessarily cause more moved in my house not only I reset my private life but within a week I became a true Miss Doubtfire. Wash, mop, cook, cuddle him and stuffs.
Note: the inheritance I received years ago, now I do it for the spirit of service, because the love is free.
The sly old man is now sitting on the couch with lots of plaiddino on the legs and watching "rebel land" Cinzia Th Torrini. It will be because of that th or older due to the fact that you stoned. To you will judge.
I could not have "land rebel nepppure if King Kong had made me understand very clearly that he sodomized me. Rather than bend to Berlusconi soul surf the net, at least cherish the idea of \u200b\u200bhaving something to complain. But no, I also like tens of millions of others I toy with the conviction to be master of my choices, opinions about the world. All nonsense: in fact, not in substance different from my father, because I have no possibility to verify the info that I get. And even when you think the original idea is why I think we seem to think the world for the first time, thousands of years while he devises real truth lies liars to tell us! But
not want to talk about this.
If anything, the terrible old man who listens to the film in the headphones, which I have to pray after eating and eats like a pig, which I find towels on board the tank because he does not know where things are, because, not so deep down, are a fan of the order that helps me to calm my manic neurosis, which in turn hide the fear of empty (blank horrors) the fear of life, fear of happiness, fear of tooth decay, the fear of fear, fear of strangers with candy attached, the fear of bureaucracy, fear halitosis, fear of alliterazioni (such as the fear of clearing, or the fear of the plain).
At my old man I want a lot of good. Without his wife for a few weeks it seems to me perfectly embodies the Mondaini syndrome, namely the diffuse form of union that little or no osmotic has to do with love but with much need for each other. But then what, or rather what remains of the whole 'I love? The sex of a man wrinkled and warty? Sex and mangy carvernoso a woman? At eighty eros is to have your ass to lift the paper the next day.
The terrible old man now moves, it charms, and confuses me that the wheel turns and the last tooth that fits into the ring of time is slightly larger than the first tooth that sticks to pupone who crapped in a diaper.
has 82 years, the popes, but now for me is like he had 8.2. When Zebedee breaks the 820 and instead it shows you put into all the expertise accumulated over nearly a dozen centuries.
The heart of my daddy is moving in sync and charge with Cybele, the Great Mother, in this case his wife.
sometimes ask me trivial things, such as birds that ply our seas ( gulls, he was not the word!) And I wonder who is this man who until a few years ago was put on alert the world. Now he gets excited watching the unspeakable crap on TV and is thoughtful and quiet when he sees me tired. Maybe he likes the
Torrini th because that is a prelude to the end. And the old feeling that the live hour by hour, day after day. I'm just tired, I miss aikido, I miss my being flaneur between the words of books, but here and now I I enjoy my old terrible.
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