I've ever parachute jump.
not for fear of emptiness, height, and death. I never did for fear of being too good. Why do I always imagined that the shortness of breath can be felt in the downhill was the true meaning of life. And fully live after the death of Marilyn, I never seemed natural.
Now I can say this: I have never launched with a parachute because Marilyn is dead too soon. For his death I did not do anything that would give me even the slightest emotion.
for his death have not lived.
I touched the pinnacle of my life in thirty years and the rest of my days I spent in the memory. Why stay with Marilyn was the most incredible feeling that a man could ever think of to live without her, but nothing has had more sense. Marilyn
Why was Beauty, was the Passion, was the madness of man to a woman, she was the woman. Because Marilyn was life, and after her I was not able to live longer.
have passed countless years lived by the single night together. We have not had sex because she was the love. I was just in her, but in doing so I did not feel satisfied, full and satisfied. Because to hear my totally Marilyn would not be enough to possess it: I had to replace her, take her body, enter completely into her. Or rather, she would have to enter fully into me. To feel totally mine, Marilyn would have eaten it.
I did not do, if you please. I'm not crazy.
But that night, after all that rage, she fell asleep in my arms. And he had the face of an angel. In an instant I realized that Marilyn could never be mine forever, a goddess who could never be with a man. At least, not one. And then the
ammazzai.
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