Intitle ''i-catcher Console-web Monitor''

the rain falls [from moleskine, O4.O4.2O1O]

the rain falls.
ticking on every blade of grass in the lawn, every stone and all the asphalt roads, each tile roofs, and the nape of people like me who always forget his umbrella.
Martella and tears apart the balance on time in a while, the rain.
scratches and digs the thoughts that escape from an elaborate headdress, the rain. Pat
ideas that flow between the curly untamed rain.
never leaves you in anguish and pain, the rain. What a paradox
the rain, when tuttto what you want to do is laugh.
What a blessing the rain, when everything you want to do is live.

the rain falls, and I only reflect.