When God created love He didn't help most
when God created dogs He didn't help dogs
when God created plants that was average
when God created hate we had a standard utility
when God created me He created me
when God created the monkey He was asleep
when He created the giraffe He was drunk
when He created narcotics He was high
and when He created suicide He was low

when He created you lying in bed
He knew what He was doing
He was drunk and He was high
and He created the mountians and the sea and fire at the same time

He made some mistakes
but when He created you lying in bed
He came all over His Blessed Universe.

Charles Bukowski.

Sedici inverni, una persona, una storia, delle guerre, grandi sfide, il passato, la paura, il futuro, il mare, i libri, le poesie, i profumi, i ricordi, quegli occhi, certe voci, le distanze, le Stelle.
"Scese, evitando di guardarla a lungo, come si fa col Sole, ma vedeva lei, come si vede il Sole, anche senza guardare.”
— Lev Tolstoj
"E quando ti ho incontrato ho capito che mi hai dato indietro qualcosa che credevo di aver perso per sempre: il sorriso.”

e sarebbe davvero bello
io, te
ed il mare.

"Verrei ora da te se potessi.”
— Ultimi Romantici (via ultimiromantici)
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