Too long, too many nights running behind the trails of the tram in Milan. Find one in every street, around every corner and go away, come from afar, with their burden of individuals, couples and a rose, the insane. Controllers without a ticket and tickets used for writing thoughts, crap.
Milan in the night, because the day is to work, serving those who have no imagination to give breath to his ego, serves those who can not keep my eyes closed because it requires artificial light.
Milan familiar with the tram and some passing street cleaner to clean the shit left to sleep on the sidewalk by passersby. Milano suffers in silence, at night.
I can never sleep when I see an angel cry, I turn and I turn in my bed, trying not to think a point where I find myself standing still and always on his back, staring at that white ceiling, no light, no nothing.
will be for these sleepless nights when I feel bad that I fall asleep I wake up drunk and anesthetized with a head full of bad thoughts that can not find an escape route until after the first piss.
But angels do not have to cry except when it rains, there are no valid reasons. They are damned whores or having to feel bad.
troubled streets in the run after you return home, the money for the taxi there are, money for taxi me they are drunk and then the taxi does not make strange encounters, everything well organized, single dose. Not even the Chinese would give me a massage ristoro in quei rientri.
Voglio la mia casa, voglio il mio letto, voglio una birra.
Provo a riprendere i miei passi, ritrovare le mie traiettorie ma inciampo di continuo nella proiezione di me stesso, come se la mia ombra mi facesse lo sgambetto. Sporca puttana traditrice.
Nemmeno cercando aiuto dai binari dei tram trovo una strada utile, confuso dagli scambi, dalle luci delle pensiline e dalle scie colorate.
Troppe notti, troppo tempo passato a dormire anziché cercando un cambiamento, dietro vane motivazioni e morali appannate. Chi l’ha detto che il riposo è dato dal sonno e non dal sognare ad occhi aperti, con il carico di speranze e la consapevolezza che la maggior parte delle cose che fai finisce nel nulla. Riempirlo questo anything, would be a great result.
Dark circles are the result of experience and not a little sleep. The wrinkles we can begin to give it instead to alcohol and those at the bottom give the right charm.
What merits.
shit from head to 
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