Sunday, February 27, 2011

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Insatiable

Insaziabile

And they saw me sad and then I said "Be happy ".

And I asked "How can I be happy?"

And they looked puzzled and read, studied and compared and the end of all this I said "Just be yourself" and that made me simply think that it is easier to be themselves because there is only same as there is only between you two mirrors Anyway, I did not know yet who were my myself and then I looked through them the needs, wishes and desires of that hunger for life and I felt that I had not yet given a name and I realized that most saziavo Hunger life was less food for others is what makes me sad because I thought there were enough life for all 'is that life is not like money or food or all things materials and 'everything that happens to you, it's "time multiplied by what you feel with your soul"

Or so it should be, but

more time passes the more it seems that life is rather few granules and every grain of sand is an experience that shakes you and excites you at every stage of your life So many grains of sand as there are so many pixels on your monitor, enclosed in a frame in your imagination that moves your mouse. Many, many pixels can be shared, but finite number Fame And do not get enough of them and will always remain unsatisfied and not enough for you and those you never think that life is only one and that you always live up to, but where this maximum, when it comes, if it exists?

So the more time passes, the more the silence is filled with doubt to have been on myself that I have always tried, that there is always room for it was little and that the Fame, I used to hurt me until it becomes insatiable and that, according to this, maybe the Happy Me and Myself are two pictures of me very far between the two mirrors.

Friday, February 18, 2011

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Exterior night

rains

Music on air: Kanye West - Lost in the world

stops

A mimosa tree in bloom is very caring about his party controlled

keep them in the air, lighting up the straw, making it a beacon in the dark damp

Fire, walk with me

A gaze through the buildings, roads, trees, lights and antennas and looks a moon hidden by clouds

I create more with my mouth, my lips and my tongue, my breath and my thoughts

Fog or low clouds in my head.

I do not know, no matter

you there ... and even then I

gaze back and away from my thoughts

A hand goes numb from the cold down raindrops clinging to a wire

Rain on rain, I see more differences.

Thursday, February 17, 2011

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The Man Who remains in the past and the woman who looked to the future met in their present and decided to begin to live there.