How is it my heart still beats red? Whispering me back. Settled into ancient passion, yes. But, the place my skin crawled with life is haunting me.
It was beautiful. I don’t believe in violence. I understand rage. Before it went bad:
I sure hope it looks like the poster. http://www.france24.com/en/20111013-indignant-protests-sweep-across-world-0
So, I’ve started smoking again. You can’t live in Italy and not have the occasional cigarette, unless you choose to never open your mouth. Just today, as I was walking past a friendly face and opened up a hello, the man next to me exhaled and with a perfect flick of his head sent the smoke directly into my waiting