IO ANCORA...
io anche ho scritto un email ma ancora la devo mandare... che mi aiuta??? l'ho scritta direttamente in inglese senza pensare all'italiano! eccola qui...:
“If I give up on you, I give up on me […] We live our live on different sides, But we keep together you and I Just live our lives, …, We’ll take the punches everyday…”. These words resound into my mind, into my head. U can’t exist without these words. It’s a drug, a strong drug, It’s too fair to give emotions. Instead it’s bad to be exile. Then I wonder myself… : Could I exist without them? Without U? Could I exist?
My daddy died 10 years ago, when I was 4, and sometimes I’m feeling sad, alone… lost. LOST. Lost like these my words. How already should I bear? And like me, how many should people bears? This false World, settled from demons called humans, settled from wars, from pestilences. Fortunately, there is who wants to give emotions, intensive emotions, with words, with sounds. This is all what you give us.
Then I understand that could be exists a better world, no the real world, my imaginary world, settled only from me, all my family, you and all the best things. This is my imaginary world. So, I think about u when I’m crying.
Star's life last for million years. Thank you for existing. Thank you for it all you doing. Thank you for your dreamed music.
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“If I give up on you, I give up on me […] We live our live on different sides, But we keep together you and I Just live our lives, …, We’ll take the punches everyday…”. These words resound into my mind, into my head. And these words resound into my heart, into OUR hearts, OUR young dreamed hearts.
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non vedo l'ora di mandarlela, ho scritto veramente tutto quello che pensavo...