NETROCK Prologue - HELLO, YOU KNOW HOW IT WORKS 'this thing? - Your sweet little face and a little 'sulky had appeared in videos ... And I do not remember
What I said exactly, but I know that
days you dawned
asked me something and then ... escape ...
You were also a bit 'rude
Much of the time that I told myself: "OK I understand, another who believes it to be interesting. Too bad I hate it are those who make it ... And who he sought? ... But look a little 'girl is ... "
But then every day you showed interest and tenderness
And I realized that you were the first was like a child who does not want to
understand that what he is trying, with speaker and do not yet know, the emotion
And then at times it tries to hide
as saying to the other: I give a damn to me than you! Much to
girl and very feminine
And I started,
when you were sweet and quiet, then
appreciate talking to you
There was still nothing
Another sweet friend of my space ...
But something that was so long ago, so quiet and mild
slowly surfaced from the memories ... It reminded me somehow
years that I loved so much, she reminded me
but you were different ...
But I would not go beyond the few moments when I thought this
I used to work the hips, I know now, and your shots were
caresses, caresses
I would then
wounded more than a series of punches in at a ring ...
I knew it, I felt some kind of premonition
And I said to myself: Be careful, do not allow even the old stupid heart
There is no room
and you know that your life is a minimum balance, you are at war
all my life
and now after years and years
a minimum shelter you you've got it ... He
good and shut up, fool of a soldier
But a bit 'of kindness and a bit' of affection you can give them to him, she is cute
with you ...
I told myself that and sometimes I did not know what she would become
...
And one day, that morning,
happened was that we were still wide open windows Abyss,
skipped the bolts that in ancient times I'd post you
And this was the cause of pain and madness of a dark
woman who told me his stories of dawn ... Connie ... that I will never know how
managed to bring my brain almost to madness.
Or maybe other problems too, or write
for a job then to be delivered
or something else that I did not understand
that morning led me to find myself
with the blade above the solar plexus
be concluded and I had just begun to sink
cut and the blood already smeared my hands on the monitor when
,
to my forgetfulness on,
his little face appeared with a trill
- are you there? ... HEY ARE HERE! - Wrote, and she was the daughter
red and jumped off my concentration gloomy
and I turned my eyes instinctively towards that trill ... And it was made
now I come back from seppuku! And now I was shaking, and I saw the blood, for as we realize
normally and not as a stream that flows into a dream-like logic of death, the fever of the end of last
It saved my life by chance And I wrote
Angelo then Atheist And there
for her after a few seconds I spoke
as I would not have believed before I was able ... smearing of red across the keyboard ...
She told me many times, many still in the days and months in succession
He said his love for me
she knew to be sure,
and breaks down barriers with the grace of a deer ... What strength had ...
and convinced me that true love was for me too ... And I speak, I speak of our daughter, choosing the name
with the certainty that only those who are mad to love, only two
mad for love as we were
may have ... And I do not know why it happened that fate has made me
this bad joke now find myself very much worse
before the day of the failed suicide ...
and understand that you were just silly, but I
I began to love just because you were
... as am I,
simple
And why not? ... a bit 'stupid ...