Hello a. .. I think no one but no matter. In a few
days of absence a lot has changed in my real world, and this is beautiful! I always had a positive propensity to change, the change in fund never has a specific value in itself, being positive or negative is a side effect that is inextricably linked to those experiencing it. Suffered or sought, change is always an opportunity: if you exceed captures errors, loss, confusion, change the drive takes you to a new perspective with the enthusiasm of his new kid.
Even in situations that apparently are not new, there is always a perspective, a dark corner in what we face every day, out of habit or boredom that we can escape, well-being then the jolt, the scare, the thunder that wakes us, the blinding flash, the flutter of a butterfly, the unexpected event, not wanted rompre scheme and forces us to look really, that moves and goes beyond the gaze and consciousness, which shakes the foundations of all, who finally agrees to move!
Excuse this short incipit but I felt it necessary to secure a pass while a recovery of a vision that I thought lost. Hurrah!
instead return to the old pages yellowed by time, last bet on that October 1996 and on that strange passage that has been learning to write (with your left hand), I do not think there is some deeper meaning or something which recovery or regression, I do not have open horizons of knowledge, was simply to follow a path, learn something nuovoè move.
days of absence a lot has changed in my real world, and this is beautiful! I always had a positive propensity to change, the change in fund never has a specific value in itself, being positive or negative is a side effect that is inextricably linked to those experiencing it. Suffered or sought, change is always an opportunity: if you exceed captures errors, loss, confusion, change the drive takes you to a new perspective with the enthusiasm of his new kid.
Even in situations that apparently are not new, there is always a perspective, a dark corner in what we face every day, out of habit or boredom that we can escape, well-being then the jolt, the scare, the thunder that wakes us, the blinding flash, the flutter of a butterfly, the unexpected event, not wanted rompre scheme and forces us to look really, that moves and goes beyond the gaze and consciousness, which shakes the foundations of all, who finally agrees to move!
Excuse this short incipit but I felt it necessary to secure a pass while a recovery of a vision that I thought lost. Hurrah!
instead return to the old pages yellowed by time, last bet on that October 1996 and on that strange passage that has been learning to write (with your left hand), I do not think there is some deeper meaning or something which recovery or regression, I do not have open horizons of knowledge, was simply to follow a path, learn something nuovoè move.
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write write write! How many thing to write.
many thoughts, feelings these days, lost
in their entirety just because you do not write soon and do not
been fixed. Then you continue to live in this soup
d idolore and boundless joy.
'm not lost, are the same points of the compass
that are mixed, masked and indistinguishable.
So I run happily on the move towards
panic or I walk away crying from happiness!
never stop, I can not and do not want. So great is the desire
stop that causes me physical pain
so better run out of breath running strong
with my heart in my throat, without thinking, rationalizing,
always just move to emotions and love.
life, still life and life is already so compressed, gray
pain that makes sense if chosen
and find its meaning exist to fill the void
and feelings of loneliness.
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... A few days later ...
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continues scruttura left-handed.
Monday, gray, tired, behind
the weekend, strange, only without the sun
in the company without the sun.
killed Friday I love, with the coolness
a killer, with the innocence of a child.
Lucida madness or extreme or ultimate gesture of love ...
but then to whom? self-centeredness or self annulment?
Those cold eyes, prosecutors, Qualle
demand that the arms folded across
strain on the body declared
not waiting for an answer.
And then a shadow, a voice whispered
seemed as aided by the ancient bricks because
came up to me.
small figure, fugitive, with no thoughts,
emotions, feelings fled leaving
confused impressions, overshadowed by
lasrime eyes that fail to grasp them decipher.
why, why, why, and opi questions questions questions.
basically just words, limited, poor, easily
corrupt, double giochiste.
And then more questions, where, as it is, 'What
quegl'occhi hid, asked what
shadow in the night.
Blue eyes, large, fragile, what would the
are willing to receive? And I
, or just want to stay alone, solitude
, fake, searched, denied.
so strongly that I wanted to cancel the best feelings.
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