From zero to half the track IIa:
but no, look at my lady, 'What is death then it's not a great big thing you know? Certainly a bit 'of trouble gives it, is no easy task so simple that it slips away, like water, but all this worry ... even from birth ... I mean .. you are born that are just ... 4 years maybe? And now to hear to explain. But from what experience then get to explain the death. MA aspettiamolo a little time to address the problem .... Is there anything else? There is something else. AFTER. This
LATER, AFTER everyone with this ... as if in fact you could do something, there could be an after ... But then, I say, may have been bad for a hundred years in that is given, but it should just be punished for eternity. But anyone here has any idea how long be the Lord '? I remember as a kid and my mother just two eyes in alarm to tell me that the turtle that had flown from the balcony [than anything else I was thrown from the balcony] would no longer facing the aquarium. NO MORE '. This is because 'she was dead. DEAD, DEAD, DEAD. This does NOT want to accept that in the end ... there is simply an end. I spent half not even breathe, I understand the question. IO! THEN, the Lord wants us to tell the truth? IO, Camilla, I saved my turtle. SAL-VA-TA. He had a better life in those four or five seconds of flight in the tens of liters existence. Two strokes a wall. Two-legged one wall. 4 pareti.1 bottom and sky as the ceiling of the kitchen. IO CAMILLA I saved from itself. He understood my Lady? CAMILLA like you and me life is not whether you could give, but CAMILLA even death if he could give. She and I, my Lady, but yes, the death we can give him. Avoja.
Well ... it galvanizes me a little lady ', have patience, but the question of how dead I'm dead I'll take a little personal. Excuse me? Ah thanks. Then I hear of his death. I promise, but now I do not stop. In short, at 32. Not a gray hair, Madame. Not one. It was a Saturday, I had been to the barber and I had cut my hair, returning to house, my car was parked. I often have Perdomi me ... I WAS ... WE WERE say? Yes, yes it is true, however, the fool I was / am that I, I, I was a bit 'dazed and that to me ... I did not want to give her the fool will understand me ... I happened to run out of petrol. At the fourth time in the attempt, in vain, to defend myself I bought a 10 liter plastic tank. I kept driving. Me I can do I fill the gas station few meters into the house. A small independent house inherited from an aunt who died childless. With today's prices otherwise the lady and when I would be able to afford a house? We live in Italy, a nation of its young people do not really want to hear about it. Had ever of ideas and economic independence to implement them. Come out of the house the boys already 20 years and then
PREGNANT what living? What pride? What worries? NOOOOOOOOO SIGNORAAAAAAAAAAAAA mothers not to say that you're useless. Yes ... Yes .. Yes. OK BUT ... Yes. SI'VVABBENE ... the family is a sacred institution is true ... My Mother is the cornerstone of the family .. Yes .. Yes you are right ... BUT IN SHORT I WAS TALKING ABOUT THE DEATH OF MY WANTS TO HEAR ME?? Sorry sorry sorry ... sometimes I lose control and raise my voice ... continuous then ... Forgive me, forgive me .... I keep it is better. Then later at home and take an old rug design monochrome substantially, with a strange imagination concentric circles cut the transverse lines (design of IKEA Lady ... Oh yeah ... I am / was just a small program with an employee. What you think? "I do not have the money I mica ... We can not choose to escape the tax or not ... Yes I cmq are very nice things there too ... His daughter buy there? But BUY OR BUY?? No, no, sorry, sometimes I do terrible gaffe CMQ SIA ... It 's true some things are very nice. Enough, enough, enough, in fact two points and take the carpet to the entrance. I've put a bell'armadio entrance. I wanted big: eight doors. You never know you right? He said even my mum. Ah, there it is. Then I present it to him if he wants. Then eight doors in the central mirror that ... magnify the Environment, who was also a bit 'dark indeed, and that also allows me to give me a good look before exiting. A full-length. Yes, this world look greedy son of a voracious and insatiable ... Then put the rug in front and I sit staring at me. Not a gray hair. A bit of bacon. Miss him so much I swear. He says he realizes that he is lying, though now that we are disembodied?? Touchè.Touchè. Ok not really but little belly cmq a physical rather handsome. With this chest and I have to cut these back then ... with the ravings say? OK ... cut, cut. THEN TO ME THE HEAD ON JERRY and I am a little there staring at me. No I was undecided about what to do and was not afraid. SAYS THAT I WAS SCARED ? No BEWARE THE SWEAR I was afraid of a lot of things. Opinion that others might have of me. I was afraid of bad grades. For a time of dogs and dolls for another. Falling off a bridge. Especially falling off a bridge. BUT THE DEATH Nooooooo. And that is because I have always looked to the dark side of the moon, instead of searching for meaning in reassuring the beautiful part impregnated with light. I tried on the other side. And I found it. The WHERE I WOULD HAVE FOUND THE LIGHT? Mrs. What a strange question ... Anyway, I was blinded it in Piazza Bra, Verona, a few days before ... pass the gas station. I was there for work and had just bought an ice cream. I entered the square from a side street bearing on my right the two arcs of access to the ancient city. THE GIRL?? AS SA AND the child??
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