La parola matrimonio deriva dal latino matrimonium, ossia the union of two Latin words, mater, mother, mother and munus, task, duty, matrimonium the Roman law was a "task of the mother", meaning the marriage as a bond that made it legitimate children born from the union.
Why happens like this ... happens that one day your mother comes and says, "My daughter tomorrow your father and I are getting married. My daughter, how about coming to see us?". And you stay there like an idiot in the middle of the room, in case the I pod rejecting out loud the words of Patric Park through the headphones. And you also get the un'ebete like to repeat what he said. Remains them in the middle of the room and in the middle of the time. Everything stops for a moment and you feel betrayed and joke from reality and the life that you are going to shit, or at least, I thought I was going to shit and indeed they were certain. Until a moment ago you were sure you would submit your request for a divorce, were there waiting for him ready to show you how a mature person who understood the situation as a strong person who would understand and overcome the tragedy. But no. happens so. happens that at 13.48 a Tuesday sunny your mother if they come out of nowhere and tell you that well, you marry her tomorrow. Yes, and married your father. Yes, that same person who had been mentioned with the epithet of shit for a moment before. And you can not help but give a damn for all that, pick up and slam the door on those two, who everyone calls "your parents." But not feel cheated. Your tears and your despair of recent months, in recent years, there have been unnecessary or unjustified . You've been really bad for something you thought was true and that perhaps it was. are simply the two that have confused the fact trying to build on it, you were not sure you build a sand castle in the air, in the middle of nowhere. This time, your imagination has not done bad jokes. Quiet this was just a life lesson with demonstration : theory and practice, as happens in junior colleges, theory and practice ... Today we learned that the average adult fears more an adolescent loneliness and lack of a person that you love him and be close. Today we learned that perhaps the Compromise will master in our future. Today we learned that ...
Unconsciousness and anger. Run and scoured, slips for the language of black wet cement that reflects the bad demons of the night. Run and raise the volume. Let your ears will burst. Let the whole machine bangs, creating a fiery flash that illuminates the night. A ray all fiery red! Nobody will stop you and nothing can stop you. Nobody follow your instincts and if your madness night. Run away, run away. Forget the world and choose where to die. This is not the fact that you touched. This is not your life. total detachment from reality a cruel and distant. Cold and ice are to be your blanket, the Gelt has now awakened from her sleep anxious and sweaty. shrugged off that slow pain that made you drowsy slowly falling into this awful limbo unknown and hateful for its silence and its dirty sharp clarity. Life still do not know, fled into the night and enjoy the good transgression the black world that until now has been hidden from your eyes. Live of your burden and your folly. Die your anguished cry that can scratch the throat. that you lost in the endless night of destiny! you die in life. Dare will be my last commandment.
... "You spin my head right round, right round When you go down , When you go down down !"...
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.
