Telegrams from the besieged city
The square was dark that night. Almost all the street all4fun lights were turned off, except for two or three. The wind swept it all away. Frosty, murderess, came from the north, where glaciers sharp snarled the beginning of time in an eternal night, while the palaces of marble and columns of the square stood motionless, indifferent to winter raging. Trump and I were sitting on the steps of Parliament, narrow in our fur coats, with hats on their heads lowered. Corroded from the cold. Trump handed me the bottle and I gave him a long drink. The fire closed my stomach. "We have to go home or we will not," I said. "It's too late now. The road is blocked by barricades, all4fun "he said, grabbing the bottle back, and cacciandosela throat. "How can we survive tonight?", I asked, in a quiet, looking at those two lampposts that lit up the cobbled square and marble monuments. Trump seemed to think slightly up, then simply replied: "I do not survive this night."
The woman slowly turned the page of the magazine. She was sitting on the sofa in the living room. The floor was wooden all4fun floors and white walls. Everything was clean, tidy. It was early afternoon, and the large window behind him you could see the way, with the sides many houses all the same, with the driveway, the garden and the red roofs, and the whitish sky above the road. It seemed all4fun that the houses were held in each eye, guard, even if all the valuables were hidden somewhere, away from prying eyes, and all alarms were activated, and the police patrol passed every quarter 'now. She turned another page, but then it was as if he had a premonition started to pinch her brain. He turned, and saw that someone was walking down the road. It was in the neighborhood, and how he was dressed, probably came from the North Side, with its tenements concrete, piles of workshops with bulletproof glass, the carcasses of asbestos in parks and abandoned factories with the doors locked and the broken windows. She looked at him, careful not to be seen. Even in the other houses there was someone standing at the window, despite the feigned indifference, kept an eye on every movement of the man. Fortunately, he eventually turned all4fun to the right and disappeared from view, and the woman was able to return to his magazine. He read another page, then looked up. He had to polish the wooden shelf, thought, and remove dust from the chandeliers. There was a muffled all4fun sound coming from upstairs. The woman did not mind so much the case. He knew where he came from. It was without doubt the spider. Lately he had taken to grow too much, and he could no longer fit comfortably in his room. The last time I brought him to eat, he had realized that he would soon be grown up so much to break through the ceiling. One of these days, he thought, I'll take it in a larger room.
I ring the bell and you open the door and invite me to join. Are you lost weight since the last time, and cheekbones seem harsher, sharper. You have a beautiful face again, however, despite being a bit pale, and your eyes are a bit tired, weighed down by slight bruising of insomnia. Your home is small, with white walls and red carpeting. There is only an unmade bed, an armchair, an uncomfortable wooden chair next to the large open window that opens onto the street and skyscrapers, and a small humming refrigerator, an aquarium with colorful fish and a screen that hides a corner of the room. I sit in the chair, you give me a glass and incline, all4fun taking another drink in hand, you put in front of me, on the wooden chair. Smile. A bright smile. Let's talk a bit ', but it is as if we did not hear both the need to say anything important. We already know everything, and the only thing we need is your smile when you look me in the eyes. After half an hour, the window all4fun starts to come out a strange music, a sound that expresses a melody otherworldly terrain, and you, still smiling, resting all4fun her glass and slowly, with elegant steps, go behind the screen, and the beginning to dance. I can only see your black silhouette, your shadow behind the screen, dancing, and at one point appear the shadows of men dancing with you, gently, like seaweed rooted to the bottom of the ocean that oscillate between the fingers of dark , icy, slow and powerful ocean currents. Are you there, a shadow dancing with other shadows. Shadows that are directly consumed by tombstones and moss-encrusted, planted on hills bathed in fog and rain. I know you're behind that screen, I know that those shadows are there with you. Although, if I
The square was dark that night. Almost all the street all4fun lights were turned off, except for two or three. The wind swept it all away. Frosty, murderess, came from the north, where glaciers sharp snarled the beginning of time in an eternal night, while the palaces of marble and columns of the square stood motionless, indifferent to winter raging. Trump and I were sitting on the steps of Parliament, narrow in our fur coats, with hats on their heads lowered. Corroded from the cold. Trump handed me the bottle and I gave him a long drink. The fire closed my stomach. "We have to go home or we will not," I said. "It's too late now. The road is blocked by barricades, all4fun "he said, grabbing the bottle back, and cacciandosela throat. "How can we survive tonight?", I asked, in a quiet, looking at those two lampposts that lit up the cobbled square and marble monuments. Trump seemed to think slightly up, then simply replied: "I do not survive this night."
The woman slowly turned the page of the magazine. She was sitting on the sofa in the living room. The floor was wooden all4fun floors and white walls. Everything was clean, tidy. It was early afternoon, and the large window behind him you could see the way, with the sides many houses all the same, with the driveway, the garden and the red roofs, and the whitish sky above the road. It seemed all4fun that the houses were held in each eye, guard, even if all the valuables were hidden somewhere, away from prying eyes, and all alarms were activated, and the police patrol passed every quarter 'now. She turned another page, but then it was as if he had a premonition started to pinch her brain. He turned, and saw that someone was walking down the road. It was in the neighborhood, and how he was dressed, probably came from the North Side, with its tenements concrete, piles of workshops with bulletproof glass, the carcasses of asbestos in parks and abandoned factories with the doors locked and the broken windows. She looked at him, careful not to be seen. Even in the other houses there was someone standing at the window, despite the feigned indifference, kept an eye on every movement of the man. Fortunately, he eventually turned all4fun to the right and disappeared from view, and the woman was able to return to his magazine. He read another page, then looked up. He had to polish the wooden shelf, thought, and remove dust from the chandeliers. There was a muffled all4fun sound coming from upstairs. The woman did not mind so much the case. He knew where he came from. It was without doubt the spider. Lately he had taken to grow too much, and he could no longer fit comfortably in his room. The last time I brought him to eat, he had realized that he would soon be grown up so much to break through the ceiling. One of these days, he thought, I'll take it in a larger room.
I ring the bell and you open the door and invite me to join. Are you lost weight since the last time, and cheekbones seem harsher, sharper. You have a beautiful face again, however, despite being a bit pale, and your eyes are a bit tired, weighed down by slight bruising of insomnia. Your home is small, with white walls and red carpeting. There is only an unmade bed, an armchair, an uncomfortable wooden chair next to the large open window that opens onto the street and skyscrapers, and a small humming refrigerator, an aquarium with colorful fish and a screen that hides a corner of the room. I sit in the chair, you give me a glass and incline, all4fun taking another drink in hand, you put in front of me, on the wooden chair. Smile. A bright smile. Let's talk a bit ', but it is as if we did not hear both the need to say anything important. We already know everything, and the only thing we need is your smile when you look me in the eyes. After half an hour, the window all4fun starts to come out a strange music, a sound that expresses a melody otherworldly terrain, and you, still smiling, resting all4fun her glass and slowly, with elegant steps, go behind the screen, and the beginning to dance. I can only see your black silhouette, your shadow behind the screen, dancing, and at one point appear the shadows of men dancing with you, gently, like seaweed rooted to the bottom of the ocean that oscillate between the fingers of dark , icy, slow and powerful ocean currents. Are you there, a shadow dancing with other shadows. Shadows that are directly consumed by tombstones and moss-encrusted, planted on hills bathed in fog and rain. I know you're behind that screen, I know that those shadows are there with you. Although, if I
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