Break Down 
Rustling of sheets ... He wakes up, opens one eye .. the light is filtering from the blue tent designs Arabs and the room took on a whole other matter ... The cold light of dawn had awakened a soothing sleep for her that night too upset to bitter and yet ... she could not cry, and even now he could go down a tear from his eyes.
had passed only a couple of minutes after you get up when he remembered who he was and what was now the sad.
took the iPod and if you shot in your ears.
closed his eyes and stood relaxed, to relax all the muscles ... the music starts. Why .... Why ....
thought back to some hours before when it was still night and was returning to the scooter, it was found .. in the arms of a friend or an old man crying on his shoulder looking back almost saw his figure slipped to the embankment resting on his shoulder the night that continually tried to console her with gentle words and jokes ...
fucking like a movie ... like the one that plays the part of the sucker in a movie ...
He put music to the max: porcaputtana who cares if I split the eardrums . And was there
ow that shit, as he wrote a bloody finger and could not keep up his thoughts, his emotions were running on that keyboard smeared the text and making it full of errors.
He wanted to run. "We put a pair of shoes and flies down the stairs, go out and run, run like crazy at breakneck speed, but please do it, downloaded reach the highest point of the road, where you see them from across the country and you seems to be bordering on reality, go run down the right and then screaming and crying all your sadness, crying the whole campaign, tried to feel you up in Florence, destroy the voice, throat, spits out everything you have inside, you finish all the breath you have left and gets breathless fell to the ground in the grass ... Foul. "
"And who the hell he would care if this post might read in many, who headed it matter ?..."
He turned to look at his bed, unmade, and blue light filtering from the tent ... and saw those little things that had fueled his imagination, the heart is squeezed a bit but realized that nothing had happened at the end of accounts, that little moment that was just a small detail for her important and deceptive, meaningless for him, if I ever remembered him ... .
He realized that this time his mind had been traveling too much and fantasized as never before, that drugs are the dreams that had conquered again, duped and then beat them in the face.
"But because he had set so much? Not even know him well ... "
.. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . . . BREATHE! . . . ... . .. .. . . .. Fatigue ..
fingers on the keyboard suddenly stopped and the mind as well, froze behind the notes of Halo, closed his eyes, imagining only see black and empty, but the gap was not present them in front of his closed eyes he saw that the Hope is the last to die forever, even when she wants it to be the first to die.
"Alright AC prepared to commit suicide, your life is a carousel after all, jump on and race against time, after a while someone will start to follow you ."
Check-inn 
So now I am here, with a small light bulb just enough to let me know that I need space to breathe in this universe who is black, suffocating life.
In a summer night by mistake I left the usual round spoiled young man that life presents to us in 2009 and, shit, I'm here and I think.
"But I had to just hide in this box?" I had to scream just time out and shut me in here to observe what is outside my life ?...".
If the first life I was scared when I was there in, now the only way to salvation scappareda I see is this, to escape from this existence where happiness is something ephemeral and unstable, and harmful to only drug the same time, the only glimmer of light that makes you go forward. We
plastic masks a reality where we are not allowed to reveal our truth, but only emulate to reduce us to be something smaller than that for which we had brought.
We believe young people with the balls, the new generation, "the young, the future, we'll get the government and there will peace in the world, in Italy will be elected Chairman of the Mongolian origins and the financial crisis will have already been more ... buried that, we get to Palermo from London in two hours starting at 10 am for having lunch with fish freshly caught and fuck with our lover Sicily Turin without his wife knowing it. "
We filled his head with words and phrases, speeches and images projected on plasma screens in 3D graphics where progress has been made to scream, so that those who are just drawings seem photographs taken in the future ... We attract visitors with their dreams and plans, with the ideals common to all generations, the same ideals that had Johnn Lennon, I mean ..., just a little revised and modernized.
Cosi the day we get on the bus, sitting on the bike, hit the clutch to start the motor and head for the city, losing its way and cluttering the streets, polluting and being stuck in traffic, sweating as a desperate effort behind those masks to wear, that make us nervous and sometimes comes to grab and throw them on the ground, low-cut from our faces.
But how do you remove the mask if it's aware that once we no longer recognize any of this?
Let's say you get tired of that fucking mask that you brought your whole life without even remember why you chose that one, if you've chosen for yourself or if you were to put on your face the first, let's say you're bored one night you and me to take it ... grab the elastic that keeps the neck and pulling tireresi, delaminations that piece of plastic out of your wet skin and begin to respire in deeply as you ever did ... Would you feel free, yourself, yourself, but really only for a few minutes, then the reason why few propio return to the surface in your consciousness and you'd realize that, fuck, low-cut cabbage that you face from your person, you recognize who the hell now?
submitted by you and your them?
do not recognize you until you would have told him a few episodes of your childhood particularly intimate and unusual ... so you do not welcome him with open arms and a smile of pride on my lips, but they were angry and upset by asking but What the fuck did you have ruined your future! and I who had invested in you (megaparolone that makes them blow up a casino and at the same time makes you feel a m ****) and I chose the best schools best suits the course of piano and you'd better pay heed to the British for seven years bleeding from the coast ...
We find ourselves more alone than ever, locked in our bedroom, as outcasts in the eyes of all our family, they sat on the bed with the fucking mask that we try in vain to re-paste on our face, but not because we want because if we are forced to live in society that until now had surrounded us, if we continue to live with some certainty that we were given false-security is reputed to be our strengths, our headlights in the night.
we all come together to conduct plastic screw the day, wearing clothes and doing the good eco-citizens who do not pollute their city, and cabbage that are health-conscious prtaicano yoga and go running with the neighbor at 7 Wednesday and Friday morning to keep fit.
But every Friday night to close the plastic clothes in the closet and wear what really pleases us, we will become increasingly PPIU outrageous and outside the rules, leaving the office to take the car and head towards a tobacco away on the outskirts of city \u200b\u200bwhere nobody knows us, buy a carton of Lucky Strike and we will return home secretly hiding the cue in the daily newspaper and putting the bag in my purse ... goodbye to the neighbors who are watering their piece of the garden and we will enter in our underwear and get in appartamento.Ci Sleeveless ignite our first cigarette of the weekend and choose what to wear to go out at night ... reckless leaders, tiger, zebra ..., striped, black, red ... ... socks and black eye makeup pesanetemente big hair and fingers smelling of tobacco ... And so we would live in that vicious circle that is the working life of masks made of pastry and chosen by the company and to your tax person with only the consolation of the weekend.
