And now let's all pause a moment. breathe and close our eyes. The world now appears before us as a daily routine of school-tasks-chat on msn-up cazzeggiano faccialibro-based drink mojito (alcoholics to moderate age of 18 years ... at 7 pm!) and all over again on Saturday night waiting to explode and make something bad out of the ordinary ... that the search for abnormalities of the weekend is something taken for granted .. "newspaper". Then I propose a general detachment from it all, turn up the music in your room the most likely to drown the screams of your mother or neighbor who curse you. But Choose something you like very much, the song of the series for which you would die, what is your life, you will be charged and to live according to just sit in a chair in the middle of nowhere. detached from reality take a break and think about yourself. But only you, no cocks and decks give you any discomfort or paranoia ... None the head, it guys, it friends, teachers will
assholes or parents, even more assholes. Not at all. Only you. Good. We ???............................................ Let ..................................... ............ ....................................... WHAT MAKES ME ALL VOLUME IN THIS MOMENT:
Mmmmmm ... this should be an excellent technique, is not it? At least in one way or another, you go out from the mundane reality for at least 5 minutes and this is already so much, believe me. But no, we continue to run after escaping life as if it were in any moment and we want to do too many things at once and in the end, we enjoy nothing. Alright "live every day of your life as if it were the last" but ... Ladies "take it easy!" , Please ... But you noticed? will be that these days I'm living them completely estranged from the world and civil society, I feel like an amoeba at 11.05 down in the yard to smoke and then his Lucky bona, back step by step until lla its class. be, but this morning as usual I went down in my backyard and after 5 minutes I was there in my seat and I thought of my cock (very polite today, I must say ... as you can see that life is going from god, is it?) I realized that there is enormous uproar ... A real acoustics pollution that occurs every single day (except holidays) at the Liceo Classico Michelangelo ... crazy. I found myself with my ears clogged with a strong buzz of voices that hung over one another and tried to prevail on all ... An annoying buzz like a hive full of ants to the utmost of its ability, that it is almost broke. least 700 teenagers who flock to 90 mt / q and talk talk talk ... move your jaw and emit sounds. Within 15 minutes of probation we pack into a second cage dgrogarci of words poor and inconclusive, lined up and brought out from the mouth as if nothing had happened, without giving too much importance, without listening to what we say, let alone , listen to what they have to say in response to our stakeholders. Where are we now? In the 5th canto of Dante's purgatory, where every soul tries to talk to Dante quickly and without losing too time? HELP. I want a break, stop with this egocentric talkative, zittitevi. catch your breath and turn off those cigarettes that make you come here to just cancer ... or talk or you enjoy your cigarette. The world is still where you left it after a break, even after 20 seconds of pure apnea. not beat it.
EVERY DAY SHE writes WORDS AND MORE WORDS JUST TO SPIT OUT THE Thoughts THAT KEEP FLOATING INSIDE .. Where the fuck was over? How could it be already done everything? I had expected, she had waited for months and then for hours to days and then giving birth inside when a nervous frenzy and absurd, that excitement could barely contain the his body and was often so strong that resonated in the laughs that erupted in the silence of a Czech class during a task of greek, or while on bus or at dinner with his family. They said they laugh at least 15 minutes a day did just fine and she welcomed andandone fair though sometimes passed for a fool. Now, however, was more sure that laughter had left them in the hotel room 405 and would hardly found. She knew, she was conscious, and this time was playing catered aware of what he was going against, but nevertheless it is the words of an unknown semi ("You must always start positive , never see the glass half empty or think the worst! If not then it goes like as it was hoped, was hurt and we can also weep over but we do not ever regret those things we had hoped, we leave proud of. ") is Hope, which, as know, now and always will be the last to die (I-series CAMPER -IN-EVER) had led to a state of acute neurosis that does not give her a peaceful night's sleep in the bed, unknown .
" A miracle, please God, even if you do not believe in you, now it's your occasioneper tell me you're really there to watch over our heads, to give me proof of your omnipotence ... facccheaccadafaccheacadafacccheaccada ... "
went out from the black tunnel in the air of a cold winter still unknown to her skin, a woman of the south. The fog and humidity, invested in an instant. He took a breath and open your eyes before her performance in the marble slabs that created figures and plots that always came up more top inextricable human eye .
" Where are you?"
you seek to pick up some crumbs of positivism that he had left along with laughter listening to " HAPPY UP HERE " of Roiskopp but ... nothing.
"Look God, I assure you that this is an opportunity to be seized ... I like Manzoni's when the panic attack was in the Cathedral of Milan, MI CONVERT! " and found that it was perhaps more frozen instead of her, despite the wet and cold, began to sweat and breathe heavily . "God .. God, carpe diem ! CARPE DIEM !" ...
" God carpe diem ... Ecccheccazzo , God, I'm done with you even before the opening! "
We found them ... like ... like a dreamer who had not noticed that by dint of his mind was wandering over to his house in the country far away, unknown and cold. He found himself lost in a time of two minutes, in time to say "Hello". He looked around to finishing the set enchanted illuminated poster and departure arrivals with its written in the blinding bright orange. So ?.... Finished ?..... What, so ...? .. But what about me? And I now?
went out from that unknown place and looked around. But where were directors and scripts for films and the romantic mushy meatloaf-going? Why there was never appropriate time? Shit, and they say in Italy there is a crisis and we do not work! Macccheccazzo , if not then you have not! Come on, I need a director shouts "Action!" that says "Enter the boy running, running and panting, looking scared and searching through the crowd looking for it, scared from having now lost ...!" "Come on boy, running, I recommend! Running and screaming his name bush grabbing them by the arm, in the midst of that horde of strangers and then do what you need to do (we all know) and remove the scene to reveal evidence of anything with the name and surnames of the two protagonists in the first place.
... "Second disappointment of the day: the directors. So go into making a company God who feels lonely ."...
She remains a bit ' time out and makes the floor plan waiting to hear his name shouted to him to stop and ritrovarselo behind thing that will never happen (it is guaranteed, can be found even among the laws of Murphy , I'm more than convinced). And so, slowly, looking more and more dispersed in a vacuum realigns its paces on the road that he had done before him, still stunned and in disbelief that this time even the saying "Will and power" had had an effect on her, still amazed by how the director had cut the final scene, important to make a change in history, indeed, essential to define all that pout - pourri of words written on a computer screen for too long .., to define a story with S capital (actually huge). 45 Km
were listening to "Far Far" as the train was traveling, were 45 Km to understand more and more that part of the song where Yael Naim says " HOW CAN YOU TAY OUTSIDE ? THERE 'SA BEAUTIFULL MESS INSIDE . were 45 Km to realize that difficult would be able to stop rambling and sometimes you would find herself being tossed around on trains or planes ( why not?) sent back as a parcel not freed after he had achieved his dreams with the city and far away places and preposterous . were 45 Km that he realized that this story was already was written specially for her , who knows ... certainly not as the author of the beloved and dear Jack Kerouac , no, he was more passionate and rude, and more adventurous, he would choose a ' setting more warm and fog-free and perhaps even a co-star that would imposed on the director and he played the final scene even though he would be cut anyway. Who knows who had written it, perhaps yet another budding author who still believed that the end was banal and the romantic plot suitable for a "whole roses and flowers ...
In my own risk, in a moment of madness, I will publish these words put together on the Firenze-Modena is almost sure that they are not read (or at most stops on the 10th row!) by the person "semi-direct question." Not many worries , the digress .
