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my little Amélie, you do not have bones of glass.

you can come up against life.

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Bonjour, pleut. Back to the start

a cold wind blows. He slips under clothes yet light and quietly announced the arrival of autumn.

E 'this wind howling in my ears and ruffles his hair, which will take me away, in the other place - not anywhere else, for Elsewhere I do not know where he is, just a distant dream and impalpable.

The feeling that this wind to help me escape, rather than move, it stings my heart - the heart that now feels all heart pulsating, noisy and helpless, completely open heart.

The diamond has been broken for some time, the cloth is mordibido carefully folded in a drawer. Now I live and breath.

how I can support the full weight of this September, so hard.

Days undefined, in which the body occupies space in a place and a part of me is already hopelessly beyond projected .

As if to start over, albeit in a new house with new people, with eleven new courses and exams, it meant back through a mirror. I hate the idea that despite everything hangs inside me, that everything is a parallel universe, because it means that will never touch that really all this, I'm going to leave again. And I wonder if we really want these two worlds are founded, or if you do not really prefer that they remain quite distinct. Aware that one of them is prevailing over the other.

Just like a year ago, I fill the suitcase of hopes, dreams, good intentions. And I close with a little 'desire to leave, I'm not so convinced that you want to hide.

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They talk about the imminent end of the world.

An experiment that could prove fatal wrong.

I do not believe it.

Like just weave complex and hyperbolic speeches on my end and on the universal justice that would bring everything - from the slimy worm monaco enlightened - to become star dust, the same pain imperceptible, at the same speed, same moment. Losing everything and nothing. Why would be the end for everyone, without distinction.

And while television and newspapers contend that we are in danger of being swallowed by a black hole, I, an incurable romantic, I will continue to believe that, if we must call it quits, we will do so very romantic, and thus turning them into exploding nebula.

will return what we were: stardust.

donating extreme redemption in a death so stupid.

I like to imagine how it would, because I know that will not happen, and I read by chance "Blues at the end of the world" to McEwan, who performs so wonderfully well our apocalyptic sense.

This false threat of CERN is nothing but a sort of collective exorcism.

I am afraid that will not help, everything will flow inevitably, inexorably the same.

Perhaps, for a moment, that instant when each of us instinctively believe the news and the possibility, people (people no, not even in this extreme case) have stopped thinking. Perhaps for a moment that is not calculated - not planned - people first glimpsed the hidden beauty of their sight. But somehow that the world is even more unlikely to change its incipient implosion. The beauty remains a privileged few. And everything will proceed in a slow roll, gray and metallic.

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Africa

August 11, 2008
Gambo, Ethiopia

Querido Manuel,
ten days have passed since my departure, and now my trip is in the middle.
I think by tomorrow the day will flow faster, as long as I count the hours that remain divided.
The days run the same here and at the same time, each time reserving a few surprises.
It 'hard to describe what I'm seeing and experiencing from a distance.
The weather here is dilated, it loses the boundaries that we used to cling to, perhaps because they are forced by circumstances. I think you will find it immediately at ease.
There is no time for an appointment and everything can be postponed until the moment you will want to do it. I know
and you can imagine my nature, I'm not allowed to get used at all. Especially in the morning, in fact, having no fixed commitments, it happens that a whole hour goes by without me doing anything. Might expect to find someone to accompany us for a stroll, wander in search of some work to do.
Luckily, the children never fail.
grabbed my hand five or six at a time and that is enough for them a smile.
I can not help but to love each other.
My maternal instinct, as you say. I like to think you'd kiss me whenever I hold each other's arms.
I feel your absence. I wish you were here when I get back from pediatrics in the evening, I long for your embrace melt in your embrace and words that tell of soap bubbles, crayons and children.
Just so little. Not improve their lives, only one afternoon.
Sometimes I seem to receive much more than it is giving.
I wonder if this trip is no longer for myself and for the people here.
Every day I try to remember why I wanted this experience. I do not know, even after ten days. But I'm happy, playing with no expectations, in a sense, I found what I was looking for.
And here, too (how many miles separate us?) Are in love with you.

***

This letter never sent is taken from my diary.
E 'difficult enclose a few lines in the entire contents of these three weeks.
Perhaps pictures are more eloquent.

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Now the sky Could be blue I do not mind

Without you it's a waste of time

Could be blue I do not mind

Without you it's a waste of time

[Strawberry Swing - Coldplay]

at this time of my life I could not ask for anything more.

Nothing more than my family.

Nothing more than this love.

Nothing more friends, far and near.

I forgot everything I had first imagined or dreamed of - perhaps even fear - of my twenties.

are forgotten dreams, desires, vanished in a present that is giving me more than I could ask.

The past keeps only what now allows me to be who I am.

I still wonder - what about me? - sometimes with more consciousness. I do not have the answers.

drink sip by sip of this every moment.

But she said that day in omnibus Shaftesbury Avenue, to hear this everywhere, not only here - "here, here," and tapped his knuckles on the back of the seat - but by all parties. He motioned with his hand that day, Shaftesbury Avenue, was everywhere, her.

[Mrs. Dalloway - V. Woolf]

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The publication of this test is the culmination of the decadence of my blog.
Now, there are two possibilities: either me stranded on the bottom, surely, and I proclaim the news blackout, or, little by little, I try to go back to restore the dignity of the past.

1 - Set the mp3 to "shuffle".
2 - For each question press "next".
3 - Use the song title as the answer, although it makes no sense, and do not cheat!
4 - Discuss the effect of the response.

1-How are you feeling today?

Khorakhanè

[for the same reason, the trip travel ..]

2-Where to go in your life?

Replay

[ready to repeat all over again? uhm]

3-How do you see your friends?

Lions

[fault of the hair or tenacity?]

4-I will marry?

Living hell

[urca .. this is not a buonsegno!]

5-What is the song suits your best friends?

Mon Menage A Moi

[beeeeeene]

6-What is your life?

A Hard Day's Night

[heh heh]

7-What was your high school?

Talk

[All talk, but also the substance,]

8-What is your philosophy of life?

The bad road

[which would be that I'm going .. sisi]

9-What is the best thing about your friends?

Rubber

[elastic ...^^]

10-What have you planned for this weekend?

Bleeding Love

[Nuuu Oo]

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muchacha Para meu Coracao

[but they love me!]

12-How you doin 'life?

Te recuerdo Amanda

[.. who is in love ..??]

13-What song will be played at your funeral?

Do not panic

[we live in a beautiful world!]

14-How do you see the world?

Water of love

[... tell me you understand me instead!]

15-You will have a happy life?

How you see the world

[I do not see the world just fine -.-']

16-What do you think they really your friends?

Six blade knife

[even?]

17-people, secretly, you craving?

BDB

[that would be near?]

18-How can I be happy?

Le vent nous bring

[Siiiii .. Gone With the Wind!]

19-What will you do in your life?

How to Save a Life

[heroin? cool!]

20- have children?

Mary Chain

[between marriage and children promises a bright future ..]

21-If a man in a truck you had offered a piece of candy, you would do?

Picture of My Life

[I would have taken a picture memory, sisi]

22-What do you think of your mom?

The will

[disturbing is an understatement.]

23-What is your biggest secret?

Everywhere

[eh, the gift of ubiquity!]

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On my skin

While I try to record on paper my words.

The night breathes perfume of peace

I touch with my skin

not only feel dumb on my skin color

I do not turn out the light of a thrill

because I would not see the stars anymore laughing

- On my skin, Carmen Consoli -

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Everyone dances with his demon and every story ends well.

tasting night,

night that passes more quickly

up lens sheets Travel

sweaty eyes close

teaches you turn off the last light of life

stolen pretends to perfect silence

the outside it looks like you peace

the summer night while the noise

in the darkness of my soul

running like hell

slamming forcefully

on walls of skin and bone

a pair of wings

to Wind

a pair of wings

the wind ...

[Safari - Lorenzo Jovanotti]

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calmly prepare to be a crystal

Pass the parcel.

The fight for the ideas of the revolution in art must begin once again, with the struggle for truth 'of art, not in the sense of this or that school, but in the sense of fidelity' ARTIST TO ABSOLUTE his inner self. Without this faith there is no art. "Do not lie" here is the formula for salvation.

- a letter from Trotsky to Breton, 1938 -

Here is the answer.

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Solvuntur limbs fridge (*) As God commands

this was really necessary because I resumption pen in hand and felt the need of scratch paper?
It is nothing but an impulsive outburst, the violent reaction of my hand - as accompanied by an external entity - against a place where I struggle to find my place.
Nothing more than a few rambling thoughts, hearts in the grip of misunderstanding, again. Feeling old. Worn. Never Forgotten? The paper is bleeding.
So the wonder and the magic of a few words contained in the majestic simplicity and composure to an antique.
The drama hidden in a bar, which is revealed to my mind, while the insistent rain ticking on the window - gives consistency to my thoughts, with the vehemence a time to struggle back against the walls of my body - and at the same time dragging them away, as if drip could disperse, drown!
But if a drop merges into the sea really loses its shape, its identity?
An actor can be a spectator of himself? Who does not play to enjoy dell'applauso intimately? There may be a stage, then, that it has not faced an audience?

"But I hold the world as the world, Gratiano, A stage
WHERE Every man must play a part, And mine
a sad one." (**)

And if that was the problem of humanity?
I read all the risk in the deep truth of these words. About
, although initially reticent, once you find a role on stage, will not be attacked by delusions of leadership?
And if each of us is somehow forced to be a part ... who is a bystander? There
someone on the other side?
I remember that on the stage the spotlight blinds so that you are forced to push the look over the audience, thus losing the whole perception. Perhaps all
interpret the role of that professor who, in a novel by Pirandello, exposes her best lesson to a class of coats and waterproof backed their chairs.
Just a final point - while the rain keeps falling, undeterred - not thinking seems tied to the next one tonight! And if
' BALANCE if only one of the umpteenth human FICTION? If in trying desperately to balance that we feel do not feel the need to perceive the extraordinary beauty of movement?
thunder, powerful and distinct.
A tingling in the fingers numb for a long time.
card bleeds.
(You're right. I feel the wonderful privilege of our wings.)

* Aeneid, Book I - Virgil
** The Merchant of Venice - Shakespeare

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Rino Zena did not feel anything anymore. A vortex of terror had pulled into the darkness. He foresaw the social worker, accompanied by two policemen who waved in front of the theme of Christ.

And if they would be taken away. Forever.

And this could not happen, because without him was not anything Christian.

Rino swallowed a lump and put his hands before his eyes. "How the heck are you certain ideas in your head?". He spoke quietly, breathing through your nose. "How many times have I said that you keep everything inside ... What we must not show anyone what you think, that you put it in the ass. You and I are attacked by a thread, do you understand or not? And all they want to break. But none will succeed. I will always be with you and you will always be with me. And I'll help you and you help me. With the cerebellum that you find you do not understand that you should never show your throat? Think about the turtles, think their armor. Do you think you have to be so strong that nothing can hurt you. "Punched the dashboard with such force that the drawer is opened spitting litter.

" Why are you doing, Dad? Why do not you believe me? "Said Christian, his voice breaking.

" Do not do the voice of the cock! It seems to me that no one has done evil. What are you, a little girl? You start crying? "

Danilo Cristiano motioned not to take it and shut up and tried to mediate:" Come on, Rino, you told the truth. Your son does not tell lies. You know him. "

Rino nearly ate him." You shut up! You must not intrude. I intruding cocks in between you and that bitch your wife? I'm talking to my son. Then just silence. "

Daniel looked down.

Cristiano wiped his eyes with his hands. No one dared speak. They were all silent and was only the background of the river and crawling on the foliage sides of the van.

- from As God commands N. Amman -

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Any time at all

abandon all that

stories about the sins and sorrows

shaping the pleasure

the strange desire to live

suspended unusual ...

honest and unusual ...

Fragile like a petal

is the air we breath today

suspended and unusual.

[The Vibrators - Unusual]

We sold in April, that April best ever.

And I could without realizing it, prevent it to happen, mend my heart for so long hidden - now numb - the diamond has been shattered.

Without a sound, without a tear, without a spasm.

drunk this air I breathe and I longed for spring - almost forgotten.

Listening a beat so, without notice released soaked sound of happiness, and support my smile on your lips touched my skin with your breath.

* Any time at all *

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Everywhere protect [the grace of my heart]

The wonder of you ... you next to me.

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The taste of raspberries, weak and timid that drops ticking on the glass, open books, the room messy, scattered clothes, the unmade bed, hair mussed, music continuously, the air saturated with the library, other words that follow words, a paper stressing the assistant and winking, the exams in two steps, the sun, the river, notes on strings caressed, laughter in the company, despair, surrounded by a smile, photocopies and dictionaries, grammar books, historical documents from word review and correct constantly, gelatoterapia, coffee and croissants, poems read during the night whispering, eyes hidden in the dark, waiting a few hours of sleep for the emergence of a new day.
to drink in one gulp.
My spring. The best ever. Like me, like us.
In the hands of my fragile bubble of happiness.

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The sky is always bluer.

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For you a million times.

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Inside

Our whole inner world is reality, perhaps even more real than the outside world. (Chagall)

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sure you enter [says you gotta love]

Spring does not knock you enter secure
as the smoke penetrates every crevice she
lips meat has the hair of wheat
that fear, that wants you take your hand.
that fear, which should take you far. [1]

I open a window in the warmth of my heart, still wrapped in cloth and rubber, protected from the tremors. That spring, the blue sky through the essence of which I drink, drunk my senses in the glare of the sun, hitting a betrayal with the shy and look sharp glare of light, sounds frantic announcing hints of life bursting and ready to explode - how those magnolia buds tinged with pink - it sinks into me. I need a life. I need to let me hold your hand without fear of looking into his eyes.

And while I blow a breath
pushes the south wind whispers

another call that says you must love
that says you gotta love. [2]

Outside in the dark quiet, muffled and unreal atmosphere of the night, screaming wind, carrying with it the rest of the day just consumed. Breath without noise, with an imperceptible movement of the chest that I feel I'm alive. says you gotta love .

[1] A chemical - F. De André
[2] Baroque Clouds - F. De André

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Polidori laughed, said, "But sometimes you can do small exercises provisional, without going so far as the Buddhist contemplation of decaying corpses. It can do infinite. Get a small stretch of lawn, try to keep it perfect. Or take a small aquarium with fish and seaweed. Or the cleaning of a room in a family relationship, the temperature of your feelings. Try to consider the continued efforts that any minimum balance also requires, and how easy it is overwhelmed by the time when your efforts or your attention is loose, wiped out as if there had ever been. We desperately to cut the grass with all the care they are able, and the rakes and fertilizer and water to the rollers and every day, then you just stop working for two weeks, and you had the mental image of Your lawn does not correspond to anything. "
" But the grass is still there, no?''I told him. "It takes only another form. Even if it gets too high or clears, or a lawn is always dry.
"But the only thing in your lawn was just the form," Polidori said. "And what is gone. The fact that the grass continues to be is irrelevant. E 'out of you. "

His way of seeing things from the outside now exasperated me, and I got up, I said" you always speak as if there were any rules that you can not subtract ".
" But there are, "he said." We would all that there were, but they are there. And even if the animals are quite complex just a minimum of observation to understand how they work. This passion is fueled by what you do not know of another person, that much of what you know. If you do not know and have some good initial element you can imagine anything. Overlay your fantasies to the shadows, and if there are many gray areas have even more space, you can keep us full of dreams. But the trouble with love is that it produces a very concentrated, is only a matter of time before clearing up every little corner. And usually there are a lot more, when the shade is dissolved.

- from techniques of seduction Andrea De Carlo -

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"They stood guard for a moment, but for a moment that seemed an eternity too."

- from Knight winter , P. Simons -

not believe my eyes, and awkward as a child I hold my ice cream cone, being careful not to do so in this particular March sun, which is laboriously open a chink in the clouds, then sweeping them all, like a distant memory.
Whip My creme brulee ice cream - the taste that I thought existed only in the novel as the perfect love, built on the thin case calculation.
And for a few minutes walk to the cone with my creme brulee and I feel a bit 'Tatiana, hopeful and unsuspecting, on Nevsky Prospekt, waiting for - now and forever - a moment that is not calculated as fresh blood, warm and fluid , bright red in my veins.

I Will not Be The Last
I will not be the first
Find A Way To Where the sky meets the earth
It's all right and all wrong For me it
begins at the end of the road
We Come And Go ...

- End of the road, Eddie Vedder -

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Here

I am here,
in the rain.
Like you.
- Your pain is my feeling -
And hold her body
wounded and unconscious.

collect your tears in my hands and bathroom
my heart,
to restore a heartbeat
of life.
breath here.

[read two poems in T. C. Pavese]

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would write for about an hour, then eat something.
not eat is a vice, a type of drug - an empty stomach feels fast and clean, bright mind, ready for a battle. Sip coffee, puts it down, stretches out his arms. This is one of the most unique experiences: waking up in what looks like a good day, preparing for work, but not really yet begun. This moment holds infinite possibilities for hours to come. The mind buzzes. This can penetrate the morning mist, clogged pipes, to reach the gold. Can you feel it inside, a second self indescribable, or rather itself a parallel, purer. If it were religious would call "soul." It 'more than the sum of his intellect and his emotions, more than the sum of his experiences, although all three runs through the veins as lustrous. It 'an inner faculty that recognizes the animating mysteries of the world, because it is made of the same substance, and when it is very fortunate she is able to write by drawing directly from the faculty. Write in that state is the deepest satisfaction that I know. But its ability to access it comes and goes without notice. May challenge the pen and follow it with his hand as it moves to the paper, may challenge the pen and find that it's just her, a woman in a bathrobe holding a pen, afraid and uncertain, with an expertise only superficial and no idea where to begin or what to write.
Grab your pen.
Mrs. Dalloway said she would buy her flowers.

- The hours from M. Cunningham -

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Moon River a lot of world together. But when Jim warned that he would stay with her for only five days, Kathe left without him. Another great divide. She wrote to him not - neither he wrote to her.

Jim believed once again that all was over. It 'nice to have no agreements or promises, and rely on, one day after another only on their love. But when it blows the questions, groping in the void.
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