giovedì 15 ottobre 2009

Laura and Ben

it's me you're talking to.
it' the mother of your kids, the mistress on your chair, the lady by your side during the big days of you life, the baby you squeeze, the basterd you fight with, the eyes close during the night, the mouth ready to speak, the headaches pretended during hard time of our lifes.
the milk, the coffee and the jam too on sunday.
the mud on your clothes, the sounds of the laundrymachine.
i'll be this and much more, not because of you, but because of me.

And now please do the washing up.
love.