"A country does it, if only for the taste to go away" (Cesare Pavese)
There is a lot of rhetoric around me. It is said that the country is beautiful, sweet, comforting. That destroys the city, depersonalized.
intense memory of my country the games room located on my way. I had fear. When I left the school bus in the square, a tremor through my back. I knew that boys who roamed the insults were shouted as I passed. I would have said: "ricchione, give me a blow job." And I remember also that I was not scared for me and for my parents that they could hear and be aware of what was I to the country. The country that saves and comfort.
My adolescence in terror. This is the land. How long I thought I would be deformed and grotesque.
Everyone in the country blamed me. The country is perverse and disgusting sex seen in people. Although there are not.
There is a lot of rhetoric around me. It is said that the country is beautiful, sweet, comforting. That destroys the city, depersonalized.
intense memory of my country the games room located on my way. I had fear. When I left the school bus in the square, a tremor through my back. I knew that boys who roamed the insults were shouted as I passed. I would have said: "ricchione, give me a blow job." And I remember also that I was not scared for me and for my parents that they could hear and be aware of what was I to the country. The country that saves and comfort.
My adolescence in terror. This is the land. How long I thought I would be deformed and grotesque.
Everyone in the country blamed me. The country is perverse and disgusting sex seen in people. Although there are not.
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