Thing To Write In A Engagement Card

she is


"I always write to her, perhaps because it is now a part of me, maybe because the person that I know more, or maybe because I try to really know. I thought, however, that many may have wondered who he is. Paradoxically, if I had written a name, even invented, and maybe some personal note at work, where he lives, what the law ... would there be to know the feeling, almost like a neighbor who we know in passing and salute on the stairs. But you , if a neighbor, would not that we've never seen his face, one that takes the elevator a minute before us, that while we are trying out urtandoci
house keys. One of those people we see only from behind in other words. Have you ever noticed how there are people who see only from behind? We notice them only when they are passed along and some do not turn to us because they have something to think about, a place to go. We are always on the subway or bus, getting off at our stop and walk ahead of us to the door next to ours, we recognize them from walking, style of dress ... paradoxically not see them in the face makes us dwell on many other aspects. She is so.
When she walks she looks down, or up into the sky. Often reads or writes. I can not ever meet his gaze for more than a few seconds, even when we are talking about. She always seems elsewhere, and perhaps it is. His eyes seek something else, and rarely find it.
She loves to pretend to be more naive than it is to believe in happy endings and dreams. She often pretends to be more cynical than it is to avoid having to follow a dream.
She loves to play. He likes to test people test their limits and put them in difficulty. She herself can be very hard, you create obstacles that it is not certain of being able to overcome, and offers limits up to stakes to see where it fails to arrive.
She hates to be disappointed and often prefers not to have expectations because they know that people usually do not match. She believes anyone know how to read with a glance, she judges you
after 2 minutes and rarely changes his mind.
You always hope to be wrong.
She does not like the second option, because it does not by itself. She often gives way in front of an eye. You can not say no, but would like to learn.
She does not move when he walks, goes straight on his way and others that make space. She can go unnoticed even though it is by your side.
If you want to get noticed you can not do without, and often you find yourself asking who is a long time. She comes back in your life when you stop thinking about it.
She loves to identify with a group but hates categories. When it comes to you with answers: "I have no name and will know me better."
She does not like the names, except as a form of affection towards their parents that we gave them. She never remembers the names of people, but often know some insignificant details
them.
She hates capital letters and does not know why. Probably not for some philosophical question of morality, but only because it ruined the harmony of those letters in a row by side on a white sheet.
Often she prefers to pretend to be really surprised, because she liked being in control.
She liked a lot when he could let go, be instinctive and not think, but always ended repent of something. More
write the more I realize that I could go on for hours writing things about her. I read more the more I realize that none of these sentences can really say something on you No one will ever stay within the confines of a page, the stories there is always a before and after, but rarely anyone wants to know what ... She did, she was curious and wanted to know everything you could ever know. But she is still a main character and the characters are strange people you know. "

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rain


" She always loved the rain, perhaps because a child was a good excuse to stay indoors. had never really liked to do all those things to children, preferring to remain good to read, invent things and great design ideas. prefers to look at the world we live it. yes it was strange, a little 'sociopathic someone said, nothing that has not already seen someone else had said.
it's just that she liked to be prepared. when he came out there would have thought of every possibility. not that she liked to be surprised, but had learned through experience that there are very few surprises that we are nice, for the most part they cut off his legs. She used a method of his own to feel safe: dreams.
is not true that we have no control over dreams, the truth is that it is comfortable to believe that everything is legal there. a dream can be told without fear of being judged or criticized, the dream world is a sort of open territory in which no we have obligations or guilt. one of the few places where we can still be ourselves, it is good that no one has ever pointed out how in fact we decide our dreams. is like in those games where someone writes a beginning or a word and you try to build a story. in dreams we determine the starting point and then let their mind.
her dreams recently were only too clear and predictable, he sought the strength to leave the house without fear of being hit with a look at the wrong person. Risognanze and dreamed how it would be hypothetical encounter. wanted to be ready, he wanted to know the right answer for an exit memorable, but let go of control when the dream ended by demand its happy ending. something that would never happen and he had no doubt but that he too needed to find some 'strength.
while thanking the rain, like a child, it was a good excuse for not facing anyone. "

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dream # 10

I was with my mother arranged his marriage to my father, or rather the second because in the dream had left immediately after the first marriage, then were put back together and separated had been together all these years, and now they had decided to try again.
went to a clothing store, she was very beautiful and young but not too much, it was like young at heart, she was out but it was beautiful. the clerk asked me if clothes are for someone else and I said that I do not put clothes!
then we went out in the car, at some point the road became a road, we climbed the mountain, then suddenly in front of us a sort of bridge or rather a long way on the water, close close, in a violent river, with stones that were splashing the water. I ask my mother where we are and she goes on the road as if it were normal, but I know it's not the case. Then I notice that the sides of the street there are like wooden crates, all in a row along the road. I do not know why but I think now that there are coffins inside the boxes and terrifies me, so in effect, is a sort of rite of the dead the residents put the coffin on the river protected from these wooden crates and then lined up along the road. but the speakers are damaged by the fury of water and broken and I feel sorry for them, but more are terrified of that place. I start crying uncontrollably and I calm until the road ends and we are in a small hamlet. hanging on a wall of rock, lots of photos of the wedding of someone from there.

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messages that do not want to remember


that my memory is not reliable it is well known, but every now and still has the power to amaze me ... and basically thank you, like the other night.
there are days when cave-ins, where you just can not hide the anger, screaming and just where you would like to punch something ... Well, those days should not be drink anything! I was not drunk, even Conscious enough to remember exactly when I crashed ... but apparently not remembering that he sent three messages, just today when I had to answer one of the three I had a doubt, I checked the folder of messages sent and there they were ... in row three names that should not stand in line so soon after. My mind can not avoid doing stupid things but at least it makes me forget.

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... My narcissus


meager sank back into the game, looked hopelessly in the river that flowed, he saw flashes on the bottom shaking information, images behind royal crowns and white women. once, mariabronn, she remembered having seen in the Latin and Greek letters similar form of dream-like magical transformations, he had not spoken with narcissus, then? ah, what had been, how many hundreds of years ago? ah, narcissus! to see him for an hour talking with him, hold his hand, to hear his voice calm and wise, would give him his two gold ducats.
but because these things were so beautiful, this rilucer under water, these shadows and these insights, these fairy visions and ... unreal because they were all so beautiful and gave so much happiness, if they were just the opposite of what is can make a good artist? For if the beauty of those things was indefinable without form and was only in the mystery, the works of art was done precisely the opposite, they were all form, spoke perfectly clear.