The Sink Was Full Of Fishes

That's untrue, he's not, as far as I am concerned, but I just want to stop this conversation. I'm wrong, I won't this way. Today I am not hitting no nail am I?
"Oh, I don't know if you're right Meli, and after all, boys are never occupied in full are they?"
What a cynicism, girl! That's exactly what I'd need. Pity that the bus has finally come and you didn't make it, I am not assured like you are of the fact Jill and I would be an Earth-shaking item.
Here I am, from the windscreen tinged from raindrops already dried up I cross someone's eyes; it's not raining anymore, and I watch the true charm of London: pools mirroring on the roads sides, signs up to the stores dripping down water to the ground, making you feel something shivering within your own bones, and make you shake, without harassing you , cos you put everything in your book when you walk in London, the rain, the humidity and you care about it all, it wouldn't be the same without it here, rain is appropriated and it can't be ignored in London.
As I step down from the bus, I go underground to take the Tube; all walls are covered with advertising wallpapers: Shed Seven... Pepsi... Pulp... Diesel...Ooohhh-Oooohh!!! It's a matter of days only and my beloved Mancunians will be out with their new single!! Low Prices discounts at HMV... Harrod's... Then Oasis again. Some Might Say they're a disgrace, but it takes me enough to see their promotional sign, and a wide smile comes up to my lips.
My very first smile today, I ignore why it's coming now, I just feel like my bad mood is to evaporate and it's so beautiful!I really dig Oasis, me.
Encouraged, I am starting to launch around sights like arrows, everywhere, I listen to everyone's conversations, filtered in the noise of the wagon, just to see how much I can take out of them, then the mind , loose and supple, flies where it prefers.
I'd just like to know what Stefano is making.If he dates anyone, if he sits right now at Milan Politecnico for the usual, monstrous class of Engineering, and if it wears his serious but trendy glasses. My sorted divine little professor...
I'd like to call him up.
No, I'd like more the opposite indeed.
I miss his voice like I can't tell...
Jill.
Oh, Holy sky, what's that? Why His name came in my mind this way? He came in to break these wires of mental nostalgia and I'd like to chase him away, but he seems to have been trapped into them. I gotta distract myself, I really got to!But around me everything has turned out light emerald green, green like emerald-ish eyes of Jill...