"Clarity is not home tonight!"
said this took another step along the streets of the night.
The wet track to regard not only to illuminate their
projected in the unreal visions, far from the schemes and projects.
The carpet of glittering diamonds refer to the icons of cinema past, an unlikely
Audrey Hepburn began walking along the secluded 57th in a Sunday morning in the winter ...
The reality, however, differs light years from the illusions film format ...
Milan, 4 in the morning.
rains.
the street only two Pakistanis and a few Margarita's too ..
uncertain steps into the night to wet places Safer and dry ..
In the head, delirium from the end of the evening.
Projects, fear and anxiety for a day that is yet to come.
"It 's the last time I drink, I swear!"
"The last, yes, the last ...."
As if to reassure a liver that has seen better days.
It emerged from nowhere a simple question, fierce and foolish alike:
"Why am I so unhappy?"
Then the valves were opened.
The rain ran to his aid and covered the disaster that was taking place along the face.
The stones of the Piazza Duomo so wet and so unsuited to the heels (the price of beauty) was another of his problems ... maybe the easiest to drive,
to forget ...
taken so formidable inspiration,
now took off his shoes dirty and threw the two Pakistanis,
missing the target ...
... as if the two Pakistanis were granted without the dramas of life ...
father and son, alone, living with 7 other
in a garage near Sempione Park,
money is not enough,
especially feel the lack of a woman, the woman
of their lives, came to
missing during the trip to hell.
Perhaps for this reason or another ... we will never know, never mind that poor girl barefoot in the grip of toxic fumes of alcohol.
"Poor mad," said the father ...
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