there is a town that the buildings are not
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there is a town that the buildings are not meant for these streets
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...these streets are made for walking, and that's just what they'll do
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but in this one, it is me there...watching a crowd underneath the night’s veil….
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I should be part of them... they told me that I am one of them... I wish I was but a strange feeling insists that I don' t belong here..
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I stayed a few more minutes…… no definitely I don;t belong here. I took my guitar in it's hard case and moved some meters away, in the opposite corner, still watching the crowd….
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"You play the guitar?" A billion sarcastic answers lit up my brain, but she seemed nice and somehow less automatic than the other people at the party. Finally I admitted that
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I didn't, that the guitar was just my prop to attract spontaneous women. She smiled automatically at my honesty, then pointed to a red button on her nape: "Just Push Play."
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Wandering in time and space; as carrier and funambulist, as a leading actor in a field which we owe to re-consider…
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Ryan Seacrest grabbed me by the collar and pushed me in the right direction, down the red carpet, for my next drunken interview. Oh God. Here comes Joan Rivers. Shee-eet.
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"Hi, Joan," I slurred. "I really loved you on Lamp Chop's Playalong." Joan Rivers smiled at me like a frowning, melty heap of toxic waste. And that's how my vomit stain got there.
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- 2014-03-04 13:22:48
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- 2014-03-05 14:23:14
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