Farewell Party Invite

I thought while I was in the car, tossed a guide uncontrolled, jerky and imorecisa, I thought the smell of the night and did not penetrate the window partially open to let out smoke blades "era is over," and ended long ago. Indeed, it is as if countless geological ages are started and were completed in a rendevouz impalpable, inevitable, imperceptible, and have not even left a trail of initiation. I will remember the cigarette in your home and a thousand men and a thousand pains that have followed. I will remember the layers of personality, progressive loss of the superstructure together with jerky shots of nicotine and cannabinoids. I will remember the conversation with calm and frantic, crying and held strong to show me, because in the end I had to always be a role model for you and hide the faults and basting, hide errors and shit, hide the tears and look like a Doric column resisted intact for millennia. Kilos of things have changed without us noticing: I almost did not do me any more drugs than cigarettes, the coffee crop them for special occasions (half an hour with you) as a last resort (those mornings when un'hiroshima could not even wake up), tachycardia, and anxiety causes. When we met how many pipes and how many coffees? We could say a seven to ten days for both ... How much insouciance, how few prospects ... We were so naive, and that was fine. A heart worn out, my, heart waive reborn perhaps, maybe just readjusted certainly survived .. and your so skeptical lost and wounded in an oblivion retarded, so much frowned upon by me, so terrible to take me to over-protection and then to surrender. The devastation along, holidays, raveparty, distortion, and then the progressive senility, stroke of genius and responsibility and so disgusting choral shared. The reality your zebra bedspread, pasta glance, the discourse on society and the party program postmodern utopian .. yep utopias, the ones you so much! Acid green that will erase everything you left .. but thou hast already abandoned t'avevo reason I. .. not my will, but for too many things bigger than ourselves, bigger than you too. And when you told me that my start was driving for you did not know whether to laugh or move me to joy or hysteria. Berlin together, my city with you .. and no ripple on the mantle, no tension, an almost perfect co-existence, the scent of evil leavened bread and beer for a few cents, the smell of veggie burgers and amphetamine galore. The squares of Rome behind my house, behind your house, big sunglasses to hide dark circles, clothes that change as the silent snake, the seasons that scratch the skin, my guilt, my redemption I'm still looking for a decent picture with that we never had. Bologna was the city that I wanted to sixteen, seventeen, bologna and its arcades, ice cream and social centers by gianni (Cofferati was still contingent), the street, bicycles without brakes and written with chalk on the walls behind via zamboni. Bologna I hope you can give so much, first of all peace, independence (but you do always beautifully done alone, and sometimes it was you with those nearly two years apart to have to take care of this poor old), and perseverance, because in life is that you need. Stay as you, sarcasm, pure and able to smile and be surprised at all. I miss you bitch, and perhaps it is no coincidence that while today's pizza swallowed a few feet of you pass this song, Cyndi Lauper exhuming after centuries after centuries

If you're lost you can look and you will find me
Time after time