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"The past is wonderful, my Marie, only with you, dear, do not take it. It is better to leave it in a grandmother's chest, or with your mother in the box, but in the backpack that you carry behind, do not keep it too heavy, a stone, too heavy. My Marie. The past is like a childhood, say goodbye, occasionally visit Sundays. But never look in your eyes, the past is an infection, my Marie. The white fragment of a cup, a quirk, dust, and on the ground lying dry hobby. This is a product without a product without Return, a broken check, a dark-skinned boy with a mole on his shoulder, who kissed the darkness under the shroud, the first glass of Martini, tobacco smoke. Everything that once burned out with a bonfire: truth, serenity, innocence, house. You are not holy, why do you need this cross - Hundreds of released hands, empty places. Everything that has not taken root and did not sprout, even this angelic wing. Throw it away with a Christmas tinsel, boldly step under the stars, sing loudly. The past is so painful, my Marie, everything that is all that is all that is all that is all that is all that is. cannot be fixed and changed. Each rude word, a curve of advice that drowned in the mor E color bracelet. Tears on graduation and the last waltz. Something good, too, but that is the farce: this is an anchor that pulls you to the bottom, last Thursday, in the melted spring. If you can’t and do not step forward, then that has long been expired, you will gobble up. Throw him into the flame, look how it burns, the regiment of liberate for another love. The past is wonderful, my Marie, only do not take it with yourself. ” - Gio Rosso