... words words words ...
"words words words." so I apostrophe, paraphrasing a famous Italian song, my roommate gallego. says that sometimes I talk too much (there is to say that he is a gruff ...). but it's not my fault that everything I've learned to say I want to say. that is, it's weird to explain, and may be obvious enough, but because I know I want to talk about. feel that the language is slowly taking root in my brain, it gives me a great taste and hence my consequent desire to express my hard-earned progress, as well as the logoirricità .
here in bcn I have two houses: the one where I live with my roommates, and one where I live with my friends. do not get questions about how and where I live .. The fact is that living with a Belarusian-mythomaniac radical environmentalist-heavy and with a fifty Galician martial arts teacher misogynistic, it can be fun, but sometimes it's a bit 'heavy. then I take refuge in the house of friends and sometimes I feel a little 'Gabri of the situation. because it is like living there. I won a computer station, and my computer does not carry over to the house for weeks. and, if I'm honest, this is my true home here in bcn.
lives there and also a French lesbian who is a bit 'with me tries. This weekend I stayed always there and she told me that her bed is comfortable ... and I might try it ... well, one thing is certain, and here I certified (although this, unfortunately ...): I like the penis.
strange but true, I know that I put on chiletti. I like everything here is a casino, the mandarin kebab, and I really can not give up ... turn your sky I will grow a little 'ass, so stop being a woman with no ass!
and then what to say. the existing condition that does not allow me to express everything I want, the language that the enemy still does not belong to me, made me think about how important it is to express everything
or feeling, especially the feelings. therefore think about all the times that I did, because pride, shyness / fear, in Italy, where I could express myself without difficulty. and that makes me get even more aware of my feelings and the good that you want, you especially.
said that kiss you and greet you and forgive my smielosità , but now download old photos, I found the video we did in rotten apartment in Venice (candle fucking tells you something, ale?) And I feel a bit ' melancholy. then I pass.
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