Mi chiamo Marta.
Scrivo, di tanto in tanto.
Non molto spesso, ma scrivo.
O meglio, io scrivo in continuazione, non smetto mai,
ma sono una persona talmente volubile che non completo mai nulla.
E intendo proprio nulla, eh.

 

It was in moments like that one that he wished
he could just turn her face and kiss her.
When their eyes looked at the same sparkle in the distance.
When she sighed without a reason.
When she noticed he was watching her but did nothing to stop him.
When he saw how much she seemed happy without him, he wished he could just kiss her.

 

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