E 'that do not write very, very much. The books have sucked my will to write, I often get lost in the words of others into their past and remain still for a second, one second which is really more than a second. Tonight I did not feel very well, bullshit, a pizza is not digested, I opened my eyes several times during the night, then arrive on the day in the darkness of the room I saw a blue light out of the woodwork, windows of the house gialla.Era blue, a shade of blue very strong. I stopped and I thought where I was. Then I heard the breath that I know, I've learned to distinguish in the chaos, I saw the outline of a low left corner. And I squatted for a moment, under the sheets to caldo.Ho felt that my place is just that, I thought about what supported me in difficult moments, I thought to aid in the preparation of eight tests from September to now, all ' help me in sight of others, which give the legume nitrogen to depleted soil ... A Sometimes I cry because I seem to trudge, very special in these months I lose the compass, and you? Are you ready to put it in my hands.
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