http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=30FRNelDDkQ&feature=related A fool with a hockey mask who wanders the streets of my home. Two police cars outside my door.
E 'come back now? because you '? There 'a guy with a mask and' was seen leaving from the apartment in front of her, crossing the street. saw nothing? no ... not yet. I HOPE GOOD.
A beautiful song that reminds me of the time, but which does not remember the title. Sunday arrives so by accident, totally unexpected. I am looking desperately for a bathroom I can not listen to that song, I can not touch this time. The local 'big. I find myself in a private room, without anyone, but with a grand piano. I, alone, with the Jazz, which I remember exactly why, I've heard so many times in March. But I can not find more 'in my library. I liked it so much that reason.
A strong earthquake, it scares me. I make small small, I think here we go again, I swam too fast, I shower my head is spinning. Instead, and 'the earth turns, my costume, the glasses, the cap, the shampoo and conditioner. The towels on the floor. And a tsunami in the pool.
phones do not work for now. I'm just shaken.
San Diego. It gives me so many signs lately. Never before now.
San Diego that you're saying: That and 'get back?!
I go to sleep a bit 'agitated tonight, with the fear that the earth was still shaking.
San Diego Buonanotte.
Buongiorno Italy.
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