And if I do not know what to say? THE PUMA I succeded this today, I did not want to talk. So who are the nine in the morning I woke up and still not Camilla, who is sleeping in my bed .... blessed today the husband works outside the region, and then he left early and come back later tonight, Clarissa started at 7:20 and will return to school to 14.00, in the meantime, I prepared Panbriosh, bread flour mixture over various seeds and chocolate cake for breakfast tomorrow .... and knowing me and looking out the loading time of rain, this afternoon I will have the right inspiration to paint ! Provided that the two do not break rage on my projects! Meanwhile, I want to spend, first of all to myself, because it is one of my favorites, then those appreciate that, a song by Biagio Antonacci: "You never talk" may well be viewed as several of his songs like a poem PS: If I paint tonight, tomorrow publish the photo of the painting " In solitude, "which surely will end, because it lacks only the signature of almost! Martina You never talk
Biagio Antonacci
You never talk because
if there is a reason the
test to tell me they do not close this!
You never talk because
a bit 'I envy you know
in the silence knows what's up?
You never talk Okay!
will you're unlike
or you're too
you should get out a bit '
and write a thousand words a thousand letters and then you fall asleep
considering whether or not to send
and frighten you of dreams you've never done
and then you wake up
is not morning without a coffee
You never talk but 'I look in your eyes
there is a universe in you and the sun only your
You never talk and then
I hear your silence
is like a song comes who wants
I was wrong to say that you're too
're not out there that you have everything you want
not There is also talk about who can love you so
and if you write a letter for me I would go
with anything you want ....
with all that you are ....
with everything you have ....
write a thousand words a thousand letters and then
you fall asleep thinking about whether or not to send
and frighten you of dreams you've never done
and then you wake up
not morning without coffee is a
You never talk and then I
play your silence
is like a song comes who wants