Today someone help me?
Charlie sported a recurrence, anonymous, and lonely wandering, in procinto di salire sul tram. Da quando si era trasferito, la foule folle di Roma aveva sempre provocato in lui la claustrofobica sensazione di morire soffocato, come se il viso venisse avvolto in una busta di plastica. Era abituato ai piccoli centri Charlie, in cui le persone si prendono vicendevolmente cura. Attonito, osservava il susseguirsi di irrefrenabili pensieri angoscianti.
Forse la ragazza con la quale sono uscito qualche sera fa. Oggi, forse, si ricorderà di me. Potrebbe, casualmente, attraversare la stessa strada che abbiamo percorso insieme e, alla vista del lampione sotto cui ci siamo abbracciati, non riuscirà a non rivolgermi il suo pensiero. Forse.
kept repeating Charlie taking place in the car. Observed around them, each with a dark look like lonely face down, hands tighten myriad of books and mp3 players.
Not everyone has the courage to hear your thoughts. Not everyone has the courage to communicate what they feel the presence of strangers.
Surprised, I admired a few people discuss, two boys smiling, a little doubt.
Maybe you have so someone who does not need to wish any .
Too many days had passed, her eyes embedded in the ceiling in a dark room, hoping that someone was.
Maybe it will be a longtime friend to remember me. Unwittingly finds himself flipping through a photo album and do not resist the desire to call me. Or maybe it will be one of those friends, gone too fast for my life, to feel my lack .
was a strong sense of loneliness, in the dispersed city. An ant in search of food, flattered but foundered in the oil, here as he used to be called Charlie.
In the past I've had someone
Maybe if I am smitten by her arms, walking down the street someone would notice my long sleeves in summer. Perhaps, wondering why and when to costrettomi bare arms, trying to speak .
conspired Thoughts so that, unrestrained, stepped in if the need to communicate.
- "you know someone who does not need anyone?"
With a groan of dismay the woman turned him an expression of contempt, and then redirect our gaze to the window.
Nothing comparably suffering Charlie had never felt that the reflection of a dormant form of 'indifference. Hurriedly rushed to the front door of the car getting ready to go down. His eyes ripple of tears. All around was inevitably obscure. But it was as if he lost any what sense had never been so clear until now.
Every spends his life painting a sense, any sense not to make it more bearable. This is the meaning of my loneliness, lack of meaning of my life caged. Dodging ambulatory
countless eyes, once found a house, a sheet posted on the door that says, "It would only be enough for some, maybe."
Besides hiding all feeling a liquid torment. In the face of a fragmented insane pain, lonely. Days were still looking in the mirror disavowing his image, in that reflection in the black skin and bones mirror. The mystification of anxiety led him to debating the smallest glimmer of hope that was preparing to close the microscopic beat of her lashes, fragile. Maybe he just needed to try something else. Love someone, love for himself, universal love.
grabbing a kitchen knife, he closed his eyes, penetrated the abdomen, felt the cold blade right into the intestine.
fell on the ground and breathed his last.
