And here we are. I tell you. Finally you feel closed in the corner. And you ignore it. And I with this mad rush to compensate for your failure nature, your big bluff. And this does not forgive you because of this wasted effort expended to fill that void in your absence is not even considered, and not seen, does not exist, in vain. I give you credit for incompetent judge. I is not your own nature and in truth you have my expropriated, with a game to spare. The big bluff me.
And now look at me. You see the bluff? Look at how I look at you. And take that breath I have not finished.
the passage must be difficult, no? That moment there ... No, you can still escape. And where would you still go? That precise moment ... What? We will count one two three? You can imagine your end?
AND 'frightening. Come to escape. I feel fear. I see yours and I watch. And look at me while I talk to you. And do not rush to make shit and play. Look at my fear, you fear? You wonder how you can make even that moment a happy moment. But now go ahead and take time and calm down, I have not finished yet.
Now you do not belong to nothing and you disperse. You just can not move without the limits that you carefully packaged. Everything is gone and relive your past as you find the track that brought you here, on the corner. You can not be answered because all this time you did not answer another, thereby avoiding any sense of celebration and sadness over the world. You're just like a dog and sentenced to an end. And 'from this that you have always escaped, no? I understand. The sentence is the same. Look at me. Always her. And now you can not wander, lie, commit to the hallway, disguised as hard work. Yeah, it is to get depressed. And you begin to feel the pain of the world. Would you like to come back again to the big bluff to inflate your power based on nothing that you would make immortal with reckless bravado. Now you can not afford it. That road is closed. Never again will be like nothing before. Nor can no longer live without the nausea that leads to yourself. Disgust. Do you feel disgusted? Abandoned now, even to tears, I have not finished.
's a miracle listen swallows dance and win with so little taste of your grief. And the light of this sun bursts through in a few green leaves can reach you and your frost. It warned the faint heat?
Like it's love without a price which no longer believe. You do not know if you still confidential. This is the question. Uncertainty invades you, look at how you shake your heart no longer exits. The desire to disappear rather not deserve life. Look at me and give yourself peace. Breathe and away your anxiety. Conquistala giving up the seduction. Breathe, breathe.
A surrender without fear.
Now go away, I walk away and continue to look at me, knowing that nothing will be for you Always.
No, not true I have not finished.
Need to start now and you do not understand. Still want to fly automatically start your script. It is not enough and apparently new look maybe want to do good. How to revive the nostalgia of a placenta of water. And if you will be just a little 'impossible, still trying to suck the life like a leech in a bid to rejuvenate in your own age. And continues to do so the world becomes your private stage where the stop time and play your favorite role favoring your unconscious escape plans. And the fear will return, and disgust, and condemnation and the sound of chirping of the swallows will be the soundtrack tua folle reiterata scelta. Guardami e guarda la tua follia. Per sempre e per tutti riconoscibile. Guarda. Adesso lo vedi dove sei veramente finito?
Hai perso, perdiamoci.
