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I close my eyes.

They are tired, exhausted from the night before.

not complain, continue to hold out, allowing me to draft a speech devoid of meaning but to me and promised me that you are reading.

you that you have returned home with the idea that the world awake you will appear more equitable.

But these honest words are for you too, you know that nothing will change, the annual reset is just an illusion only useful to make you spend an extra night between alcohol and girls that playfully (but not) try to become infatuated with your smile and your jokes about how trivial the neckline of who you are dealing with emotional swings go (and not only) to the audience that surrounds you.

E 'of 2011, wow.

you feel weird?

Yes, I smoked too little

But I can not forget to dedicate this my first posed sentences in logical order to you, Felice. To be special for myself, for my intellectual integrity and emotional.

you been happy, at times, short but memorable.

you been hurt on the ground. Did you feel useless, a lot, too, time.

You took breath, you have thought you found yourself, you have found the strength to try to skip the glass ceiling against which continue to throw the head and heart, bouncing on the cold floor of your studio and disjointed.

You looked over, have you thought about an open mind, you have loved yourself. You have reformulated the reports, you listened to the advice.

You, once again, you surprised me and I thank you for everything you made me feel.

Without you, I would like an iPod without Radiohead, useless (to be scrapped), without you I'm not me, without me, you're not happy.

The sushi and the fish eye, 2 to 0 for you