Wisdom Teeth Facial Swelling

the Other (1), LORENZO Ramadori-book stories curiously iridescent n.14 comment Federica Pallotta illustration Elisa Mears

In our small, in our world happen to know people who have the same problems as the two characters of the story of Lorenzo. Two lovers who fight the hardest of evil: the drug addiction, which leads to loneliness. Because if you start when you are full of friends, with friends, then leave you to rot with all the mess. Prophesy who for the first time you offered it, I sold it, but whoever put the money you, selfish creature that day wanted to experience what it is drugs, cocaine, heroin. Knowing that nobody will be able to get you out, maybe you'll inspire you to never start. Knowing that the sucks you still die before what fate has decided for you, push you not to touch it, and when somebody will offer it, take it and throw it in the toilet.





The bed is soaked, full of sweat
I see him tossing and turning between the sheets. The pick like a puppy from protecting himself from his fears. A hug is a legacy of past clear.
The kiss on the forehead, the quakes are decreased.
Then she goes back from the bowels.
You, The Other. What the'ha taken away from me. The disgusting that it wants to cuddle. But I do not give up. Do not let him leave the arms. Force him into a cage of love and care, until she will be only a memory. An obscure piece of his past to cast into oblivion. I love this man's broad-shouldered wren reduced to skin and nerves. Tense, his eyes lost in the vast whiteness of the ceiling.
The sunlight passes through the room, pausing with his rays at the foot of the bed.
His is a variable that rises and descends shaking intensity. She has made him fearful, capable of being afraid. Showed him the possibility of death from accompanying him to the brink. He has seen below and has not forgotten. We can not forget such a vision. Such a compelling presence death.
is there. Palpable, at your side.
and any more than possible. Every time I see you know of its two faces, you know that might reveal his skeletal face. Kidnap, taken away.
No more for a short period. No longer a game. You know she could kill you. From then on you live in fear. He trembles, he swears. There rages on others. You are no longer a group of friends but a bunch of money hungry. It has puppets, subjects, slaves. And when you realize the reality of truth in the clichés of the parents, it's too late. It feels shit, it was nothing.
But I have a goal. A specific purpose and will not allow you take it away.
a start again and lose my train of thought. I curl around my man. I keep it close to me, to my body. The head resting on my breast, the baby cot.



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