E 'night, night in every way. 's night, it went from quite a few midnight.
Ma 'sleep, apparently calm, I know it's not quiet.
And when he sleeps, without his glasses, his features remind me of the East .... and not China or Japan .... but, Viet Nam.
The doctor, when issuing medical certificates for the first time, he told us that the / a child to have the physical features of his father ... joke ... not happy or unhappy know ... maybe she wanted to be nice .... maybe one day the time will give reason .... maybe.
's night.
's dark. Outside the window a few lights.
Inside, it's total darkness, no light. That tiny flame
seems off. In complete silence.
Without screaming. Without tears.
still missing days. 11 days. Few days.
much for us. Endless hours.
front of me, a table with lots of colorful stoffine. These are the pieces of our heart that will leave for the covers of other couples like us waiting. For more
or less time does not count. Couples are waiting.
The wait will not forget. You can probably forget the months.
not forget the years. Maybe it will change the angle.
The endless waiting will not forget. The vacuum will not forget. Anger is never forgotten.
These days are filled with so much anger. Against the institution.
It 's a rage that leaves no strength, no defenses, no projects.
and looked out.
E'ancora night.
