"The moral of the story (for me and him) was, 'Forget it'."
As I read it I thought I would clear at least three people.
different histories and different problems,
but we share lately,
about me and all but two people with whom I have reports of more or less significant and essentially
is having relations unclear who never go beyond a certain level,
one in which is thought to be in great confidence of great friendships
but in reality you can not really go over the bar and exchange confidences Shoe
but the point is that there are signs that tell you Yes, I want this line to cross it.
no longer send signals.
is as if we were all trapped in the censorship of true that certain things are not said who knows what else going to think
where even the best friends that you have to maintain some respect, give that impression to some
which is the same that you have in photos that make you the party.
not to mention the pictures of the party: the photo album of the faces to see who was there and who was not there.
I'm sick and wanted friends, real ones, like those in the show.
and 'time I smile is because the thing was reversed
the reality is that I would like more in TV than in the reports that I live
but not because of verosomiglianza.
(on Rockit mag this month there is my piece, Sound Steps)
