Fatigue covers me like a winter coat, the bed is calling me in a loud voice, as if the pasta was ready. I have a great need for sleep, to enjoy the pleasure of the ineffable progressive and relentless loss of the senses, leaving an open book on my face until being crushed slowly drifts to earth, to wake the 'next day with the' impression that I fell asleep on the beach with hot sun and had simply forgotten to turn off the 'abat jour ...
You will say: so what are you waiting to lie down?!?
And I will answer, but those who wait, I'm already asleep and this is all a dream.
I tell if the fruit of peppers or alka seltzer.
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