Two of myself

I have discovered who I am…Full of defects to eyes that didn't know how to see me…Full of ugly and bulging scars for those who knew how to caress them and discover the reason why….And even my skin, turned sour for those lips that didn't know the sweetness of a sense…I have discovered who I …

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Don’t forget her

Today, in one of those conversations that sometimes arise, without knowing how, you asked me if I had already forgotten it…. And no, in spite of all the advice, in spite of all the experiences you have told me, your own and others, of the ease of erasing the digital trace in which we are …

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Back to feeling

Back to feeling How did this start? because the truth is that I'm listening to the morning report, before starting my shift and here I am waiting to see if you arrive and give me that hug that you promised me yesterday, you, the person who, by far, is stirring my soul, my pulse, my …

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A platonic love.

Love according to Platon… For him, love was something essentially pure and devoid of passions, because these are essentially blind, material, ephemeral, false… and that he has not known this age of ours, in which we try so hard to pretend to be happy to those who do not give a damn about us! On …

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Who are you?

Today I have been walking, let's say it was already dark, those moments in which, in the streets you can only hear, in the distance, the cars circulating, some perhaps in a hurry, inside them men and women anxious for the night to begin, for relationships to begin or end that would have arisen from …

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Chronicles of a man who fell in love even with a smile. II

There is one thing that was a little bit like that, and it was the fact that you supposed that I am something like a little weird, you see, it is not only a smile, it is also the close vision of a beautiful breast, the slow walk that some know how to do to …

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Chronicles of a man who fell in love even with a smile. I

Once upon a time there was a man who knew… what the hell, it's me, this one who writes as a therapy, as a kind of particular relief, as a way to escape from many, but many gray days, some bland, in which I could only count the hours to finish work and then count …

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My corner

This idea, let's call it that, came up a couple of years ago, before this madness that we have been living for too long, a time in which, unfortunately, has surfaced more unreason as a species that we are combined with the indifference and selfishness of a society that, by all accounts, is the most …

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