Andre Asiman. Give me your name (№ 367099)

My review whom, I soon left her and went down to the water. Happened exactly what I predicted would happen: I looked at the water that night and for a brief moment forgot that he's not here anymore there's no more need to turn around and look at the balcony where his image is still not erased. And yet a few hours ago, his body and my body... Now he's probably eating his second meal on the plane and preparing to land at Kennedy airport. I knew that he, too, was full of grief when the last time you kissed me in one of the bathrooms Fiumicino. And if at the airport and on the plane it could distract booze and movies, in a room new York city, left alone with yourself, sorrow overwhelmed him again. I didn't want to think about it is sad, because I knew he would be hated the idea of me is sad, in our bedroom, which soon became just my bedroom.