Madame can not sleep, I can not to pack ... I'm leaving Tuesday for Rome
(not permanently by, probably lighthouse 'another stage in Dublin ...) and I have not had the courage to put his hand in my things. Moreover
are scattered 'everywhere ... as usual I'm leaving my tracks around.
And greet friends not even talk about it, probably I will see 'a couple of friends that I care particularly but nothing more'. A little 'I'm sorry, but' things have happened too fast and I have not even had time to realize. And then there will be 'a reason why I want to go to a place that makes me not even want to greet your friends ...
last month and a half I felt as if a hurricane has killed at me with a relentless violence. I do not think he's gone and made the move to Rome to see it as the beginning of something that will continue 'to drag me away for long.
and 'how to make a leap in the dark and hope to get out whole, I do not know what 's on the other side of the mirror but I hope that something appears.
Maybe it 's just a brush that I will be' put in hand to paint a white wall ...
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