God

From the moment I found my sense of myself in this fucking world and I rediscovered that I also believe in God, Sajira seems to me my perfect angel, indeed he really is.

An angel never sins I know but she does it purely and then she is always faithful to my side.

I am getting to know her better and now I know that it is not easy to deal with very young women like her fertile.

I have had relationships in the past with women much older but who did not have this verve that she has.

All surrounded by a sense of bold and disproportionate malice.

Before three years ago I was not a believer and it may seem stupid to connect sex to God but it is not so strange. God made us in his image and likeness and wants us to enjoy the beauties of women without desiring that of others.

I've never wanted another since Sajira is in my life.

A year has now passed. A year of faith and boundless sexual relations.

Always treating her like a queen. I hate violent people and I would never twist a hair.

Now that I feel closer to God I can better love my woman and think of that ice cream from a year ago and the penis-shaped gum under the shoe.

Galeotti were both as they say.

Sajira takes my hands. Maybe one day those tired fingers that brush against her skin will be surrounded by real gold. Who knows? I think that in life everything is feasible and that God chooses for us.

I don't like people who don't respect women. The woman is a rare flower and mine is unquestionably a blue rose.

The sacred hair that adorns the pillow is a little darker now because it redone the dye yesterday.

My girlfriend is sleeping ...

God can always watch over her.

Honestly, I didn't think I had all this sweetness in my heart, but it's like that.

Of course I will never become a priest but I will never be a gigolo again.

I will be the angel of Sajira ...