Book: A breath of freedom

It is - we have inside! Our heads are clogged with many things that have nothing to do with their racist nonsense. There is music and writers. Roads, thresholds, den. Plumes of falling stars on the receipts from Visa cards, torn out pages and filled with happy memories and terrible. Songs and ditties that revolve on the tongue. Notes stored "memories", your favorite books, gummi bears and scratched vinyls. Our childhood, our lonely vigil, our first experiences and future plans. All those hours of feverish expectation at the door and willingness to help a neighbor.
... All made by us stupidity and remorse, and bubbles that we were allowed at the funeral...
All of our failed love Affairs, broken letters, friends that you can always call. And memorable night, and this mania to move and shift from place to place. And that stranger or the stranger whom we accidentally push on the run, chasing the bus that we will not wait.

... we both feel like halves of one whole, and we know that one without the other is not worth a lot. But we are so different... She's afraid of her own shadow - I'm on my flop without looking. She rewrites by hand sonnets - I download to your PC the latest hits. She loves painting - I prefer to photograph. She never tells what's in her heart, I post all what I think. She can't stand conflict, I seek to clarify the situation immediately to the end. She likes to be a little tipsy - I prefer to get drunk in the smoke. She doesn't like parties - I don't like to sit at home. She doesn't know how to have fun late into the night - I can't go to bed on time. She can't stand to play - I can't stand to lose. She is willing to help anyone and everyone - I was good only up to certain limits. She never comes out and I explode for any reason. She claims that the world belongs to those who rise early, - I beg her to talk quietly and let me sleep. It is romantic - I am a pragmatist. She was married - I still flit through life carefree dragonfly. She was not able to sleep with a man without love I can't sleep with a man without a condom. She... She needs me and I need her. She never judged me harshly. Accepts for who I am. My grey complexion and dark thoughts. Or with my blush and pink hopes.