... and time passed so talkative. Dolce far more. And the verse was right. I dreamed with his eyes open but the glass lenses were too foggy. Then came Friday against the odds 17 to bring us luck. When burned the Coliseum and we kissed. At times so sickly sweet to remember a film by Federico Moccia in 3D. Because the context was the best. Although the economic crisis engulfed as snow falling faintly through the universe, all living, all dead . Prague is the city of Kafka. Rome is our city. The context is the best. And the text we are. Tired enough to be able to do everything. To hide behind the blank walls of Paris. From curse to the Vatican. In Piazza Marconi titans woke up and we laughed. And if there was a third world war we would be saved by diplomacy. And I'm happy because I like diplomacy. And I like to sleep badly in two on a single bed. And I like when puffs that do not want to make coffee. And I like to smoke in your room after breakfast. And I like knowing when I'm wrong. And I like to waste time waiting for trains that never arrive on time. And I want you like to give the world but never have a penny in his pocket. And I like your skin crawl. And that smile you do when you know. And spend whole days with you. Like when we went to Perugia and there was a world of too much but we were okay himself, stalling at the station. Among the moisture of a underground Etruscan well to dream. Quiet enough to not wake up David Beckham. And I love to meet your different points of view. What to Villa Doria Pamphilij saw a cloud shaped like a dragon but I looked like a giant penis. And a great camel which was then dissolved in the sky. Then we kissed near the Roman Forum and the crows were watching bad. Then one day they discovered that the universe was born in one of your first birthday. And it made me quite pleased. And every time I go away with a smile because it will be nice to be back.
And as I headed toward home I saw the zombies trying to get on the metro at Termini station. Slow and inexorable. They were sad as all commuters in the world except me. By train slipped through the arms of Morpheus and I dreamed of being a demon. Then I woke up and I fell asleep again.
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