Aprile è il mese più crudele

compio gli anni.

NB: la versione italiana è in coda a quella inglese. correzioni benvenute o in email o nei commenti
1st example:

yersterday evening 7:25 pm i was running in a underground entry to catch a train to go home, we were just two people passing by in a mezzanine.
He mimed to me the act of a slimy kiss as i passed by.
I simply told him “fuck off” while i was running down the escalator.
He headed to the beginning of the escalator - i heard his voice changing echo in be empy mezzanine, and for a second i felt the danger of that situation -just to shout at me tha i’m a piece of shit, and to spit at my footsteps.

I mean: he disgustingly annoied me , and I am a piece of shit - ??? - isn’t this arrogance? isn’t it violence?

2nd example:

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It might not be the right time
I might not be the right one

i’d like the rain tonight: thick, cold, thin
driving in the middle of the night trought the empy city, the air cleaned by the rain, light bright and liquid; listening to the musci you gave me.
with a bit of calm gloominess hear your voice saying: “you should stop being afraid”
yes, i should stop being afraid…., i look at the far lightning over the city, i feel a sense of regained energy.
i slip into the bed, the sound of the pouring rain on the glass. rolled up in your swaeater, i let the tick tack cuddle me, while embracing a pillow

But there’s something about us I want to say
Cause there’s something between us anyway

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