The Cape Cod Bracelet

asking questions is the first step to squeeze into a casino.

your hands are like tissue paper and I keep in my trying not to knock the needles that penetrate. I wonder if I can loop to take you home and I can not answer except with a smile. I have put cocoa butter on their lips because they do not drink and eat more and I repeat that you must have patience, then we come home but we both know that you can not.
You know it and I know it and, between the tears, we say it in silence for days.

"Stop crying Alessandra" my mother told me in an imperious tone when I go to his office.
He sits me on his shoulders and, while continuing to work and I'm left them at the door with my bag of cloth, hair were stuck to the tears and shaking hands in a pocket handkerchief, I realized suddenly came from where all that anger that I have. Where does quell'incapacità to love and how I always manage to find the men who hurt me. Always the wrong ones, those who can not always give me a love healthy, balanced, made of hugs and kisses front.

I speak to you, yes, even you who recently you came into my life. What you read in my eyes more than what I have said. And I wish you were there, you were asleep on the side of the bed which I leave intact pending. I would like to hold me, I would kiss on the neck and evening wine and words. But you can not, can not be timed because of feelings I do not know what to do, I tell myself. We could do it in silence without saying anything, we could pretend that nothing is happening. Without words, only with the eyes, heart, hands, breathe. But what good is if you do not dig a crater in even greater loneliness that already we carry on back, each in its own way? It would be worth, I wonder?

And the more I think about it, the more I would stop asking.