not believe. To all those who tell you "not to stop dreaming, you say that you live with passion, you talk about their follies, records burned in junior high, and ask:" What I was ... "with pride. Do not believe those who call you "baby" and they give you any item that is pink, which use the nicknames, they also allow the "Princess" and all the pet names of existing and nonexistent. Do not believe for, behold: they are. They are the same that at some point in your life when you're going to do your tiny personal miracle, they say, "Are you crazy? But adult behavior. " How does an adult? What does the word "adult" that I have not read? Provides for the resignation, the symbiotic relationship with the sofa, the lack of sex drive, who lost the match AC Milan in '99, Mayor bastard that you do not have paved square meter of the entrance, after that you took all those votes? What do you expect? That at some point end up putting colored pegs in the head and all of a sudden I have a public post? That I stop dragging their feet as if nothing had become mature, responsible, a perfect housewife? Were the same, which in 10 years they covered their ears with the blankets, not to hear their parents cry because they "can not do with a paycheck" and thought, begging, he promised: "I do not want to be great, I do not I want to be.. " Were the same, that the first time he skated on the ice, screaming to their mother: "Mommy come! It 's great! "And she looked around, embarrassed, throwing glances in their direction, and said:" I can not, they are great. " And they thought it was a great, infinite and unforgivable to miss that flight grinding crap for this kind of disability that was "growth." What ever you do not understand if you're big or small, but who cares to be or something or the other. Who cares. I, personally, I would give my years in exchange for a ton of ice stracciatella. And fuck the Wonderbra, the suit, the parure, to the account, the promoter of all the stupid things with names that are never Italian. Long live the ciccioformaggio, Bua, poop, pee, the hide and all bullshit ste yellow, pink and blue but they fill the eyes, hands and throat. And that lack eyes, hands and throat. As children dead. Sacrificed pleasures like death. Such as axes, shields, swords against death. How all this would never repeated, so many times, the word death.
L.manco.
(photo Gottfried Helnwein )
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