Ξέρεις,η μοναξιά, πονάει. Πονάει κά

Ξέρεις,η μοναξιά, πονάει. Πονάει κάποιες μέρες, όπως πονάνε, τα μέλη του σώματος μου, όταν αλλάζει ο καιρός. Μα έμαθα τόσο καλά να την κρύβω, μέχρι που συνηθίσα και τον πόνο της. Έμαθα να μην την αναφέρω καν. Ούτε καν να την παραδέχομαι. Σήμερα όμως με πνίγει.
Η γιαγιά μου, έλεγε,η μοναξιά είναι ένα καλό μέρος για να το επισκεφτείς, αλλά ένα άσχημο μέρος για να μείνεις. Έτσι είναι. Όσο είσαι τουρίστας σε αυτήν,έχεις την δυνατότητα να αμφιβάλεις, να δημιουργείς,να προχωράς. Όταν η μοναξιά γίνεται τόπος μετανάστευσης, όταν από ένα απλό τοπίο γίνεται, μία νέα πατρίδα, τα πράγματα αλλάζουν. Πονάς. Από ένα σημείο και μετά, ενίοτε πονάς. Ralph, ξέρεις πόσο πολύ μου λείπεις? Ξέρεις, πόσα σενάρια πλάθω στο μυαλό μου καθημερινά? Ήθελα να στο πω σήμερα. Να σου πω την αλήθεια. Ήθελα να είσαι εδώ, ήθελα να με κρατάς στην απέραντη αγκαλιά σου,να κλάψω στην αγκαλιά σου,να ακούμε μαζί μουσική,να ενώσουμε τις ψυχές μας.
Οπότε, ήθελα να ξέρεις. Δεν είμαι πάντα καλά. Νιώθω μοναξιά,δεν θέλω να είμαι μόνη μου,καταλαβαίνεις τι εννοώ.

Αποτελέσματα (Αγγλικά) 1:

You know, loneliness, it hurts. It hurts some days, like hurt, my body's members, when weather changes. But I learned so well to hide until I synithisa and pain. I learned not to even mention. Not even to admit. Today, however, with smothering.My grandmother used to say, solitude is a good place to visit, but a bad place to stay. So is. As long as you are a tourist in this, you're able to doubt, to create, to move on. When the loneliness becomes a place of immigration, when from a simple landscape becomes a new homeland, things change. Hurting. After a point, sometimes hurting. Ralph, you know how much I miss you? You know, how many scenarios conjure in my mind every day? I wanted to say today. To tell you the truth. I wanted to be here, wanted to keep the vast cuddled, cry in your arms, to listen to music together, to unite our souls.So, I wanted to know. I'm not always well. I feel lonely, I do not want to be on my own, you understand what I mean.

Αποτελέσματα (Αγγλικά) 2:

You know, loneliness, hurt. It hurts some days, such as hurt, my limbs, when the weather changes. But I learned so well to hide until I get used to the pain. I learned not to even mention it. Not even to admit. But today chokes me.
My grandmother said, loneliness is a good place to visit, but a bad place to stay. So is. As you are a tourist in this, you have the ability to doubt, to create, to go along. When solitude becomes immigration place when a simple landscape becomes a new homeland, things changed. Are you in pain. From a point on, sometimes you hurt. Ralph, you know how much I miss you; You know, how many scenarios conjure up in my mind every day; I wanted to tell you today. To tell you the truth. I wanted to be here, I wanted to keep me in your great hug, cry in your arms, listening to music together, to unite our souls.
So, I wanted to know. I'm not always good. I feel lonely, do not want to be alone, you know what I mean.

Αποτελέσματα (Αγγλικά) 3:

You know my loneliness, my pain. Wait a few days for the pain, the pain, my body, when the weather changes. But I learned very well, until the ETA Sigma Theta sigma upsilon V alpha and pain. I learned not to mention. Even I admit. But today I choke.My grandmother said that loneliness is a good place to visit, but a bad place. That's true。 As long as you are a tourist in this, you may wonder, create, move on. When loneliness becomes a place for immigrants, when from a simple landscape, a new home, things change. You hurt me. After a period of time, sometimes it will be very painful. Ralph, do you know how much I miss you? You know, in my mind, how many scenes do you take every day? I want to tell you today. Tell you the truth. I think you are here, I want you to hold me in your arms, crying, in your arms, listening to the music together, join our soul.So, I want you to know. I'm always bad. I feel lonely, I don't want to be alone, you know what I mean.