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Who is the most stupid of them all?

To this question the answer is obvious. I. For months I have bored with the story invertebrate. But not only you, if that can somehow make you breathe a sigh of relief. I have bored all the people dearest to me, as well as those closer. But now, even yesterday for the truth, I have decided to permanently close this story. Eccheccazzo! Excuse me, let me be a little vulgar.
I broke to stay in this harem of girlfriends, women who attend, or as we call them. Simply really. I'm not like all the others, nor do I want to be. I want more for my life, not an idiot when you call the servants, which has zero decision-making power, if not on your mood, zero ability to surprise, who kisses you and then you pull back, which we had not even the precious gold (and I think it's got little) oh my God ... sorry maybe I'm degenerating. But do not deny that the thought came to me. And not once.
But never mind. In short, a man, then man is not, so I do not want it. And now that I'm aware I get my life, my freedom.
I know I'm conceited, but I also know what I'm worth. Much to lose myself behind a fool.

And with this post will close the section of posts dedicated all'invertebrato.
Now you can also tell me that I have broken the boxes, but I hope to be forgiven.
A hug.

Myth Of When Your Nose Itches

for you.


I thirst for you,
of your lips of roses,
light of your smiles, your eyes
sea.
I thirst for you, your jokes
laughing
trembling of your words, your tender
redness.
I thirst for you,
of your tiny hands,
secrets of your kisses,
many of your caresses.
Princess Mia,
my thirst, drown you,
without limits, because my soul

must put you, your embrace of

of fairy tale and dreams of your

so fragile and shining light.
Princess Mia,
Kneel,

you whisper my love now and always,

in the quiet of the night tomorrow.

Symbols Of Volleyball

And that our mild disease
that makes me keep up with your trail
too busy courting
a bit of your mental space
not really know if
what you give me enough.


E 'little things is just not enough

the beautiful game the impossible

sure to find you when I get to fly
standing still and
have the world all around

[ This beautiful game - Anna Scarrone ]