Aprile è il mese più crudele

questa sera Twitter cena in acetaia, pago un debito, vedo amici. insomma mi tengo piacevolmente impegnata.
intanto vi auguro anche buon autunno.

compio gli anni.

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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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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