Monica Roccafortewikipedia

YET FOR A MOMENT.

Yet for a moment I was closing my eyes, serene.
Yet for a moment your presence on the bed beside me, reassured me. With your little plush
tight in her arms, her lower lip constantly tormented every time you sleep and cobalt blue eyes fixed on me,
you made me feel at home.
And that house of lies, words unspoken, unspeakable secrets, but a home to feel alive, free and happy.
hear people talk about, Alberto and Mara share a kiss that tastes of sweet promise to be retained, Carmen and Cristina
decide whether to sleep with the Spotted or striped pajamas, Mauro muttering to himself with his eyes swollen with tears. The feeling for sure, but not listening.
's funny how your looks strangely deep breathing and the beating of your heart my twin, now that my gaze rests on
you. It 's strange, since you say you do not love me.
The day of the tie is over as we all expected, the day with the attached fun little fight was served to the public. We are still bound by that cord
such contempt, just because you think it's the only thing that binds me to you.
And me? A smile while watching impassively plan, and bitter regret for what you yourself have said. I know that I do not think a fake, I know that
want to provoke me, I know you know I love you.
And not a good thing that is written on a greetings card or screaming in front of a camera because the show is the show, but it is good that makes me feel bad.
It makes me realize that I did not understand anything and you're me, you understand much more. Yet this good has no name, no identity.
vague in my heart like a little gypsy and lurks in every corner sing melancholy notes that I yearn. I would like to help, but I can not.
It goes with everything I've built, all that everyone thinks I am.
The good that I feel for you I would like to shout about but then I realize that it's okay. It 'something that I would suggest to you that I tattooed on my eye and
show it every time I open my eyes and watch you.
do not like to psychoanalyze, I wish my brain I was served with the next instructions. Search now how to retrieve what I was,
what has allowed you to save against David, what has allowed you to leave the embrace of Nicola to run towards.
And you seem more of a jealous woman, stove, heavy and verbose. I could simply send off, with the excuse of Giulia.
Then I remember that you are a man like me and not just an excuse like that. Because like it or not I need you.
do not know how I would not be so dependent on you. If
quarrel with someone, my day goes, or at least quiet enough and before long, even without an explanation, I pass.
With you it's impossible for me to handle everything, analyze your words to find flaws, failures, ill-concealed words. And I do not know why
crucible on your speeches, I abandon myself in words I do not think that with others, carry what you say because I need certainty.
And when I say that you love me do not even understand what they mean. They say with that smile from knowingly, of those who think
everything except love. What does it say that you love me for them?
What will you marry me? What do you want a house with swimming pool annexed built specially for us? What do you take me to bed?
I can only understand from your words that you desperately need me, I want to close that is near and you want that
want my joy is your joy. But you seem not to want to understand this. If you
instigated by telling you that you love me is because I want to understand how to love me.
I love Julia, but not the heart to suggestions. It 's the head that says this is right, she's good, it is a woman and that I will never
problems in life. The love I can simply going with her hand in hand, waiting for our son is born and that looks like both.
Who would not like me? You, of course.
reached for my face, while Piglet rolls up on the bed and rests on the chain. Slowly caress my face and again I would pay to know what you think.
Want to kiss you? That ignores you? Or hold you?
I choose the third floor and I get close to you. For a moment the face is an inch from yours but you remain motionless, with bated breath.
plan and you do not move, you used my arms and here nestles against my chest. Alberto
chuckling away: "What kind of friends," he says mischievously the last word, while Mara's underwear to keep quiet.
close my eyes, hold strong. And your heart beats faster than mine, it beats in unison with mine, as the dancers in perfect sync.
not mind that he thinks it was right to embrace and that the public will have something to say.
is our hearts that they need each other.
Here's what you want, nothing trivial, nothing taken for granted, nothing that you can declare catalog or wrap in a box of chocolates on Valentine's Day.
If your love for me and to stand next to caring about what people think, to suffer and rejoice with me, scream and make me angry just to make me understand what
are important to you, to be jealous because I give my attention to someone else, then ...
Probably I'm in love with you. Yet for a moment I heard whispered in his ear.

"Maicol, Giorgio kick off the chain, thanks."