Writing is a difficult exercise, translate ideas, feelings, thoughts and feelings in a form that does not make him lose force and meaning is a real job, tiring ... I've always had a tendency to fancazzismo and since as far as possible I tried to avoid working, we are at the first meeting with the irony of which the title of this post: I'm writing, so I'm working, so I'm struggling, but I was not I love what I do nothing? The only one who can argue that this is a minor problem and a non-issue ... and it is absolutely valid argument: I digress, and I know 'why perfectly and I know if I want to write it!
Sunday afternoon, cold and gray, the weather is too lazy like me, you decide, it's raining or not raining? Viro towards a bright autumn day or over the calendar and drain down a little 'healthy drizzle of cold, perhaps combined with an equally healthy mist? None of it is there that wavers between greyness and momentary splash of blue. In the end he gets better of me, I wish I had momentary spells!
No way, I digress, I try arguments that I depart from myself, I let it distract me in any event is distant or marginal, now for example I set the dryer on the repetitive and monotonous noise, thump, tapum, thud, thud ...
better close here for today, so find the words to return the monitor anxiety, frustration, anger, disappointment, impatience, inadequacy, and I will stop here, I would not go for arrogant, I said that it is useless to try to translate something that I can not focus, I'm missing, or rather, let slip. Here you find again the sense Title: Irony, bitter and cruel irony, I titled this blog with a poem by Machado, who speaks of the way, the movement ... just that now I find it more difficult.
And then I try to give practical meaning to my pointless appearances, here are my part in the comedy of Moliere's "Don Giovanni" with the theater workshop that we are putting into the scene. He wants to be an exercise in memory and then I promise I will not copy the script! (I "." Correspond to the beats of the other characters).
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I confess I am amazed that Ms. here and there waiting for!
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Madam, there is Sganarelle here who knows the reasons why we are determined to go!
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Next! You speak to the lady.
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Answer, Yes or No!
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answer!
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Lady, to be honest.
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Lady, to conceal that there are no doors, because my nature to be honest, so I will say that there are always the same feelings towards you and does not reduce wait to join you, because, in short, be sure that I left only to escape. And not for the reasons I figured maybe you, but for pure case of conscience, and conviction because he could no longer live with you without sin. I have some qualms
born Lady and I have opened on my actions, the eyes of the heart. I thought that I had to get married I will cut off from the seclusion of a convent, which you have fallen short of the votes that oysters kept busy elsewhere, and, considering that the cilelo is jealous in some subjects, I feared his wrath, and I conquered by repentance.
Our marriage seemed like a transvestite adultery, which would have attracted some punishment from above. In conclusion, I thought I would do everything possible to forget you and give you the opportunity to return to your previous links. Would you ever Madam, oppose to such a thought saint. and keeping you with me, I would be likely to pull on him the wrath of heaven ... and ..
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Sganarelle the sky!
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Mrs. ..
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Sganarelle, let's bring out our nice and firm!
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Giurin guiretto ... I did not copy it open the script.
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