Can Dogs Have Turrets

There are moments when the heart seems to whisper the words, try to tell you something, but the meaning escapes you, leaving you with the frustrating feeling of having lost something important, something that will never come again, an opportunity that needed to grasp, but the deafness of your senses you denied knowing her.
sometimes see these weak truth between sleep and waking, when you seem to be able to capture every moment of your desire to see them implemented, but a moment after all fucked into oblivion, and in vain attempts to bring to mind those lost fragments, and weak emotions that you still make the heart beat.
The days follow one another, one identical to another, yet inside you feel that there is more, that your heart is overflowing with eager expectation and your eyes gaze upon the colors that surround them, compelled to dwell only on the sad gray of the four walls that surround you.
you happen to see the mountain of books that fills a sad corner of your room and you wonder what story is behind, and would like lanciatisi inside, discover, explore, live, ognina of them, so as not to remain in the dark corner opposite, full of dashed hopes that inevitably hurt your feet tired. One early music softens those moments, soothes your eyes, wearily lies in a dreamless sleep, every muscle relaxes and receives a miserable night that gives him peace, and finally tasted the lightweight body that has been waiting for , that the beating of wings that makes him fly away, to ... revival, the fact of torment, where hope gives way to insure that new day comes forward with its leaden feet, and where the sky can only be seen from low, in its gray color, which hides from view the endless light behind them, that maybe one day squarcerà away the curtain of our hypocritical existence.

TM