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lost little soul and gentle, companion and guest of the body ...

there are areas in my life remains similar to the rooms of a building too large, that an owner deprived of waiver to occupy the entire ... If life was just one day, sunrise to sunset, I'm afraid that I would have thrown away many lives now, worse than the cats ... All those days spent staring at my shadow, to count the steps at the station to respond with a simple gesture of the head, to feel guilty and alone in front of the mirror, to live with every new indifference Every party, every smile ... Now empty, having been chasing the wind, which took away all hope, all expectations, leaving in place only frost and nostalgia ... It was as if I had a score to settle, like in the movies when the ghost can not leave until it has been resolved ... I have FATTO.Non I saw, not felt, but always felt in my throat the Gordian knot of all remorse, sense of guilt, because every, every, "and if "... I knew that, though the Negassi, inside me it was not over: I knew / feared / hoped that the story would have surfaced sooner or later, I was still involved ... But I definitely would have even killed, by deleting the minimum estimate that I had of myself and my abilities ... There was the pending account: no one could see, even I, but the suffering I had inflicted real stupid ... And only in my dreams I still believed that everything would be spent alone ... The dream of reason produces monsters ... I woke up, and just one message: the node has melted, exploded violently, smashing my anger, my disappointment, my wounded pride ....
Now the head does not weigh more on the shoulders, I can walk proud and firm: no I feel more at ease, I fear surprise encounter, umilianti.Posso stay calm and satisfied smiles on the couch, drinking hot Ciobar, waiting in front of the fire that 's winter steps ...
Blogs I returned, as promised ... and today I took 29 to anatomy II !!!... Au revoir ...

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Cast a cold eye on life, morte.Cavaliere, go your way ...

E 'the epitaph on the tomb of Yeats ... And frankly, right now, it is also one of my blog ...
not fair cabbage (I hold) was created for other reasons, his post showed the people the real me, what I really am, what I experienced during this period (since he was born that is) .. . The last things I wrote, however, are also distressing to me: if the father is not angry crashing the computer to the wall every time I reread them ... And I do not want him, the blog, is forced to bear this burden, to hide in if my whining, my sorrows, without being able to listen or respond consolare.Quindi ... I decided as long as things remain like that and my soul is driven only by horses blacks (sorry Phaedrus, white ones do not have made) him and nobody else will know more than me (because there really is not much to know ...). I feel sad, that's all ... and certainly not from me ... I'll leave hours dear blog, but think to you every now and then, when I ran happy to tell all, or if instead I ended up crying on the keyboard, always finding the good or evil smile ... You were a friend, my weapon of steel to take on the world blog ... Hello, I hope to return soon ...

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bon voyage bon voyage ....

Some people go away with the wind
not only from
who leaves with the slow pace of a dream
was chartered.

Some people start to leave in the evening
less
who pulls on a hope full
jumping over a train.

Some stars
promises to give herself a little 'help others look in vain
lies the most beautiful phrases that

greetings that are always the same. Make a good trip


make good my love life's journey
until there is a road and go
is not over. Make a good trip my sky

in the passage of each day is
a meeting is a round or a goodbye
return.

Some people take the path from the back so you do not see people

who sets off to head back to
not forget anything.

Some
goes without saying a word to make sense of all
there who knows whose turn it touches
then throws a party in mourning

There are those who give their hands to stay still

who has already worth
stay away and then you start
and it will not tomorrow. Make a good trip


make good my love life's journey
until there is a road and go
is never finished. Make my dream a good trip

in the mirage of every day is a
meeting will be a farewell
a round or a return.

But life is such a tough job
without leave is a dark hours without pay without

weather of all time and a future of
why.

live is always going on unabated every moment breath without

past and what is at stake
is that there is another answer when we ask if

we existed for real.

Make a good trip you make good

journey of life until there is a road and go
is never over. Make a good trip

my heart in the courage of everyday
if a meeting is already a farewell
a round is already a return
there is a whole life around us.

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When I'm short, and right now is my choice, I trust
this blog ....
without knowledge of the facts I'm writing just to vent a little nervous, placing letters one after the other paragraphs that make sense o. .. that way you acquire on their own.

the only sensible thing I write is: a good trip, hello

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in the sense ... if you have to dream as well do it in great !!...

My feet are wet and cold, and this is a matter of fatto.Come my hair is horribly upset, sore muscles to the gym all the nails bitten again ... just decided to put away Le Superga (at least when it rains), the crown plate a minimum, to complete the grueling sessions with the dynamic stretching, to buy bitter nail polish ...
stanca.Stanotte And then I have not slept a wink ... I kept staring at the ceiling in silence, only the street light illuminated the black at times somber, describing disturbing shadows on the walls of a myopic eye as my templates appear as dark and menacing ... the brief hours of sleep have been disrupted by coughing, as if his throat prudesse from cramps, by anonymous dreams and aseptic ... It may be that between a nuisance and the other is thinking, but I do not remember a thing ... maybe the way I want ritingere room, how to find the money for those jeans that I saw, for anatomy ... or perhaps something I spaventa.Non I can get out of it, continues to make me cry, even after several months ... sometimes I feel fucking stupid, but really ... I end to fall and I fear it is the weekend to put it in crisis .. . What a disgusting word, then the odio.Ora which is on everyone's lips: from all sides are not that propinano catastrophic visions of the future, as if the only way out was a nice overall apoptosis, and spit on each other mercilessly, without offering acceptable solutions ... I like the feeling of being out of a closed stanzaccia and oppressive, shrouded in a toxic, foul-smelling smoke that has been soaked in the hair even after many washings ... Of course, like when you go to the disco: maybe go out, you seem normal, but if the day after you smell that bitterness is still there to remember last night ... What makes you isolate how much you cherish most, bringing you to cry in the shower, car, or with his face sunk in the pillow ... In the end you know it's not your fault, but you know better, you feel humiliated, as if I will finally open your guts and those were not liked, even had someone ... Maybe I'm disgusted as oil novo, only the connoisseur recognizes and apprezza.Un child is disgusted by his bitter and tangy taste from that dark green and opaque and transparent ... prefer the tasteless salad oil old ... who is not content but the taste more than once, in small quantities ... and knows how to tell you comes from olives which, when it was crushed if it is really virgin, where he was kept ... and ends up falling in love, to put it everywhere: on the rigatoni, on beans on toasted ... (on the buzz, like me!)
At least now I see myself in future .. . I will be oil! ! least Gildo grandfather will be proud of me ...