Now the days follow one another senseless, repetitive cutting edge of eco-hour slow drip marks from the fountain of my life too now that you drag to inertia, habit, because it is normal that every morning my eyes rimmed off and re-open in front of the same pain ever, as the slow and relentless surf every day that nothing can erode the piertra the presence of that force, so my soul, my mind and now my body are prey to the destructive passion. I realize I'm in his power, his mercy, I lost my personality, my consistency: his presence enough to dream about to cry tears of joy, enough to notice his absence to go beyond the inevitable tears simple to prove, I slack, the inexpressible. And the conflict is spreading in every area: I study diligently diverts so much satisfaction that he had always given me, makes me invisible to the few precious friends that I had earned with hard work, away from the family of which I now feel more a part. I am eternally tired and eternally sad, youthful face is a mask of wax made unrecognizable by the face of sadness that is painted and the continuous pursuit of perfection and utopian body consumes me, because when I see him again I will not disappoint us, because I do not want to disappoint him. In every woman lies a goddess but my body does not is neither the house nor blue-eyed Athena was the white arms in these situations my members are the temple of darkness of the unhappy Proserpine, queen of the underworld to which the husband allowed to leave the terrible dark Tartano only six months the 'years, and when the mother returned from the goddess Ceres, she awoke with flourishes whole Earth. I am also serving my sentence longing for the reward, but the distribution is not equally eguilibrata: 11 months, 334 days of death for one month for only 31 days of pure heaven.
Saturnia
