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perchè mi reco al letto della vita privo di sonno, di compagni e tranquillità, nel flusso e riflusso della mia consapevolezza confusa come due maree che si mescolano nella notte buia, al limite dei destini della nostalgia e della desolazione.
Fernando Pessoa, “Il libro dell’inquietudine”
and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes.
