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The welcome. Still the calendars are still stuck on the month of May, one still follows the date of my departure. And I feel a strange sensation of finding myself four months later in my room as if nothing had happened, as if the time that passed hadn't opened a bracket in my life that could end with death. Especially a true sensation of wellness, of quiet joy that comes to me from feeling myself with you. In Florence the need to continuously conceal what beats my heart and ends up giving me a cold and puts me in an invincible melancholy. Here, only, I seem to relive. Really I will not have peace, never, if not when I will be able to be there for you always close. When no one can drive you away from me and steal | The welcome. Still the calendars are still stuck on the month of May, one still follows the date of my departure. And I feel a strange sensation of finding myself four months later in my room as if nothing had happened, as if the time that passed hadn't opened a bracket in my life that could end with death. Especially a true sensation of wellness, of quiet joy that comes to me from feeling myself with you. In Florence the need to continuously conceal what beats my heart and ends up giving me a cold and puts me in an invincible melancholy. Here, only, I seem to relive. Really I will not have peace, never, if not when I will be able to be there for you always close. When no one can drive you away from me and steal you, my love. | ||
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The welcome. Still the calendars are still stuck on the month of May, one still follows the date of my departure. And I feel a strange sensation of finding myself four months later in my room as if nothing had happened, as if the time that passed hadn't opened a bracket in my life that could end with death. Especially a true sensation of wellness, of quiet joy that comes to me from feeling myself with you. In Florence the need to continuously conceal what beats my heart and ends up giving me a cold and puts me in an invincible melancholy. Here, only, I seem to relive. Really I will not have peace, never, if not when I will be able to be there for you always close. When no one can drive you away from me and steal you, my love.