Hello
Pier,
do not worry, you're reading a letter written by you and addressed to you! I've seen in a movie, one that he lost his memory every day, and was forced to relive the next one as before, while the time anyway ran the front. Despite the camouflage with the other more 'witty found. E 'unlikely that you lose your memory, not impossible, but unlikely. Pero 'you never know, and then we might as well think of everything right? Maybe one day you will remember no more' so 'clearly this in mind, going in search of a taste that you know that you do not know but is the name. So here is explained by this letter, which read every day (and memory) will become 'a kind of prayer, good morning, but if something were to disrupt the normal flow of time, will be' your lifeline. Now that I think I do not know how to create the story, 'cause if it really served to remind you, you should skip those few pieces ... more melancholy, and enjoy together (Oh well 'you and me, then you're just!) vacuum so desired. Then I think, but if you do not remember everything and 'Saddest pretend to pull something? Doubtless, the e '.
So, let's start ... In the time of writing are a happy person, or perhaps you are someone who knows what' happiness', and who knows what you speak. You know your a little 'time ago (June 16th to be exact ... the years do not write it' cause if you remember and 'pathetic!), An afternoon in your room, and you just knew what desire was talking about. E 'come with you a bit part in a' strange to us, a wall of plywood filled with made-up stories, laughter ... and above all fears. Have you talked all night, pretending to look at her legs so as not to get in the face. Have you talked about his past and present, asking with his eyes not to use accents on the future that did not rhyme with you. You were ready to let her go, like any great thing that remains between your fingers by accident, that sooner or later you have to shake off. Instead you are and 'sticking to her, found that resin blonde every Monday, Tuesday and Sunday you can count on, watching with big eyes and a strange little creature walking at a brisk pace under the plastic covering of the courtyard. Among the embarrassment and anger to shout to stay for a while '. Have you wrapped him many years of ink, dreams, fantasies try and scenes at night, tickling and stroking, combing with his hands and uncomfortable awakenings.
Did the course of time but want to see you at your door with your hands in your pocket, happy to have you fooled with the shutters closed for more than two hours, while opening a butterfly silver and you're browsing the fifteen pages shorter and beautiful you have ever read. You cried, suddenly and without reason, more for the sake of protecting someone for pain, clutching a body which, while wet could not shake. I do not know how many people remained friends, maybe there will be 'someone ready to tell you how many days you've thrown away in the memory and in hope of an action. If I had not più la memoria, sappi che non c'e' mai stato un giorno inutile e sprecato, nonostante tutto... Si stava bene, tra mille propositi e finali alternativi, tra i passaggi obbligati nei luoghi noti e qualche scenetta leggermente cambiata nelle parole, nell'attesa di una festa particolarmente temuta. Ci sara' chi si dimostrera' particolarmente felice di questa tua (ipotetica certo!) seconda vita, spingendoti a ringraziare qualcuno di importante...e alto. Ti starai chiedendo " ma se ho davvero conosciuto la felicita', come mai non ho fatto niente per trattenerla ?". Ecco, questa e' la parte che temevo, non so mai a quale versione credere. Vedi, devi sapere che ogni so things are good to someone else, as they are served to you. That is unlike the others leave a memory shorter, so that 'we are now trying to put others elsewhere. Go back to make that good thing would not be the same, have you tried to do the same thing twice? It 's like she would never write in pencil without the tip, you live and leave marks on the sheets of what' which 'was, and going to tread the boards only serves to lose carbon.
wish you do not know what to do, I tell you to change pencil, then raised his head and saw the sketches I've done with this, and smile. It came to my mind a thousand promises and trials of strength, Knight's kingdom without it 'lady ... In case you want to trust you, never lose hope, 'cause you have always done well so far ... or almost!
Oh one last thing, if I really lose my memory ... well '... will not tell you the name of your happiness' ... at least you'll have to find it everywhere.
remember learning to swim!
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