... like every time I ask how old I am ... and I answer. Answered and I also say to myself, and I'm surprised ... I'm almost 35 years. Shit, 35y.o., are an infinity. I am an adult ... worse, I am a woman who goes whirling toward forty. Toward that "goal" which, from then on, the youth is finally OVER. I feel faint. I feel I
15 less ... do not exaggerate, but not all of 10. And I would also avercene ten years younger, I would like to have all the possibilities and prospects that people have in 25 years, rivorrei my face in 25 years, with zero wrinkles and lips that have not yet had shriveled into a kind of cross-section of the face ...
Actually I want the 10 years that have burned between love and grief wrong, I want the 5 years that I have stolen M., and I, stupid twenties, I let him steal, I want the 3 years that I have stolen illness and death of my mother, I want it even those that I have stolen two years alone, throwing away nonsodove ... they want it back!!
but I want them not only in spirit and mind, we already have them, because my mind not to go crazy or get lost in a nervous breakdown, just deleted everything.
We want it here, on you, in your face .... I want to disappear two sizes and 8 pounds heavier that separate me from my 25 years, I want to remove wrinkles on the sides of his mouth, I already have a hard face of my own, with a long nose, thin lips, protruding chin and high cheekbones, we lack only the wrinkles to make me the perfect prototype of hag-century English ... I want you to shoot those kind of glue to MariaAntoniettaDecapitata I came around my neck, I want to remove wrinkles around the eyes, those that rise almost to the nose and white lines that remain in the summer, because squinting too much light ...
I want to, mind you, I would not .... I want.
Aaargh!