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A journey starts with a star, this star is the fate, which makes small and grows and brings to life with sharp intensity events in the past and present, without giving nearly enough time to observe pointing out that shining, called a catalyst, but pale and salt withdraws.

The path now has taught me once again what it means to be alone in the world. They all are and I did not know. I discovered this evening as the fog descended on the table laden with bottles and glasses, gradient color but attractive clothes. Everyone has his star, his thought, his run-dimensional and there is no way that others can follow the same path, Getting to Know Each Other .

Why are all like that? Almost strangers "Wherever they go, with whoever they are.

Maybe I should be too! I already hide a world of mysteries , maybe I should act like the others but to what end?

not stand you. You the truth, no more to say.

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- How was your day?

+ In the ocean, swimming to breathe, not working to make us forget. Useless.

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In The End Everyone is alone, But Me.

tragicomic, but true.

I think it's called empathy, someone called it schizophrenia. That's just my aura, which expands and covers everything. It is not difficult to imagine, much less complicated is to explain what it feels like, but you know what's really amazing? Convince others that it's all true, because nobody is looking over these things, not just intuition, it is survival instinct, is empathy.

one that allows you to receive and retransmit the signals of others, you hear them because they've stolen from your neighbor, your neighbor. Once again, I wonder whether it serves this ability and whether it is right to violate the privacy of anyone, I often wonder if it is me who make mistakes, because is what they are: the essence of that crystal.

Prior has been dropped, lost 30 seconds, then returned to his place, still tied to him. After all this time continues to be my roots, the place where more vague when I return to my known universe.

were saying I should not share things, right? I can do, is not a big problem, not a huge sacrifice, sharing the difficult choice, but I can understand. So I'll try to do it.

"We are little giants, but it will be outlawed so that men become"

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Why do not you stop? Game over

Here, for once a good song for Britney also acquires a different meaning from that which originally gave her.

"Why do not you stop"

Vale for all those people whose heart beats a thousand, that can not do anything but move, run ever, even without knowing where.

not get me wrong, the adventure, the excitement of the moment, the discovery of new, beautiful: we are! There is the perennial need to do, no matter who or why, but just go ahead. Well, this is wrong, there is. Then it takes a

"Stop and listen to your tears"

Step by step, it is not easy to stop. It's like going into the sauna the first time. Feel the need to escape the heat assails you, moisture penetrates everywhere and do not want. But then the beats in the brain slow down, rest and relax and begin to enjoy the warmth, nostrils burning, sketches that frizz, heat and steam become t'accingono.

just peace is achieved when you learn to give their own contemplative silence others, not only to have it accepted, but to do it right, to enjoy, to see beyond the surface of the world.

is just a suggestion, no one calls, no one tries, no one feels the need because no one knows that not just stop a second to find oneself, others and snatch what are we doing here, in our world even when "everything goes wrong and it rains next door, over our heads, rain shower of despair, we find that it rains without shelter. But when we are close to our God when we receive the gift of harmony with ourselves, when we discover that it is enough to bring tears to our ears to catch ourselves then yes, then come back to life with a purpose. And we start to move ... not knowing what to do, but why do it.

If you want to try one day, I'm here, even if I move, even if I live, I remain a fixed point in time cieleste for you, friend, stranger, for you, whoever you are, for you if you accidentally you ended up here, maybe you're already rich in your heart.

Someday (I Will Understand)

by Britney Spears

Nothing Seems To Be The
That way it used to
Everything Seems shallow
God give me truth,
In my opinion,
And tell me somebody's watching
Over me,
And that is all I'm praying is that

someday i will understand
in gods whole plan
and what hes done to me
oh but maybe someday i will breathe
and finally see
ill see it all in my baby

Don't you run too fast my dear
Why don't you stop?
stop and listen to your tears
They're all you've got
It's in you
You see somebody's watching
Over you
And that is all I'm praying is that

Someday you will understand
In God's whole plan
And what He does to you
Oh but maybe someday you will breathe
And you'll finally see
You'll see it all in your baby
You'll see it all in your baby

No moment, will be more true
than the moment, I look at you

It's in you
You see somebody's watching
Over you
And that is all I'm praying is that someday
You will understand
In Gods whole plan
And what he does to you
Oh but maybe
Someday you will breathe
And you'll finally see
You'll see it all in your baby,
You'll see it all in your baby,
You'll see it all in your baby,
You'll see it all in your baby

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Non per gioco, non per finzione, siamo giunti a conclusione.

Nulla vieta, no crashes, but the end is now located.

What a sad slow but deep enjoyment for those who do not stop a second.

happy to stay, when the arrow touches my two-tone metal.

Now oscillated between two extremes ...

... Friend or Foe

vs wavelength positive and negative loads ...

Not any more,

it wins in the loser world

and all replies, but only affects me.

Game over

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way home

Just stop.

Cause I can do that, ok?

has not been a bad day, only insignificant. I would say the best moment was just when they offered me one of those colored bottles. I think it was "rude" to say no, but I could not do otherwise.

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Today I would like a dialogue, many of them. I think it lasted at least 4 hours, maybe 5. It was more a monologue, in which she tells all, with the world around waiting to fall.

lying there, side by side with you that you were asking how it goes. Not I think I had given a pat on the shoulder, but I felt free. It was a half-sleep thoughts, the silence in which I told you dance, silent cries, emails stolen. You did not answer, there was no answer, as there was a question. It was a familiar cast, began a farewell.

I started with the idea of \u200b\u200bnot tie anything, not to tie myself to anything, just to avoid the painful separation, I would say I succeeded, because everything is far away, light years from the intense path where two lengths 'wave unite and become one. Better that way.

It's just that sometimes I miss just the opposite, that deep connection, as friends of blood. Something that there is, that no longer exists.

Tonight I'll dream. It will be a tonic to the invisibility restless waiting to be snatched. Pinches me and reminds me gripping and release, and docking approaches, sad and sedated. Throughout, finally, to say that there is nothing, there's no smell of suffering, no fear, no loneliness, but only and only you.

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-... pity that nobody has asked me.

Ok, this is beautiful. I'm really dry, where nothing came to exist. Yes, it's the real world, not the other, not that other yet.

"Insensitive to each fruiscio, every sound, "someone said.

So cold that we sometimes fail to write, I look at this blank page, with this desire." revenge "would be the right word, but it is one that should be placed here, this is more than revenge rather, the destruction. Just as the door slams, the first for nervous, then anger, then just for fun. And no one is more appropriate, because you're not here anymore.

That day was today? Under the program, all to make someone happy, no, not myself. Because I would have been enough even a thank you, true.

I miss him so much, I start to have a hundred things on his head, leaving one after the other, getting closer and closer and hit them all at once, a tangle of stories and feelings, among which I can not unravel, if not writing here. Jana says that I should write in English, maybe yes, the problem is that he can calm down and writing at the speed of light that reaches me each word in English is not the same, even if I should or I could try.

Now go a bit 'better, but just recently, when I see that gap, the center of the building where I live, my head starts to spin, well now that I have at home is the same. It would only revenge, selfishness, but who cares? I'd be happy, if only to convey that feeling of incompleteness, of being wrong, they were not there. When needed. Selfish.

Then there's that one thing holding me back, very small, the responsibility to carry on a family for much longer. I wonder what would happen if this responsibility vanish one day, or if increased. Probably I will be OK in both cases ii, because then there would be a goal, not only would see that gap as a single point of salvation, to which approach to stop the world, to stop myself, to collapse straight down, but without a single tree that blocks the fall, into space.

Ti I write thinking that one day you will read everything, maybe try to understand, certainly not.

I write to you that you are older and mature, that you're still a brat, child inside, I write to you that you have a hammer instead of the heart, it beats, beats and beats, without pause until the night, just write You full of adrenaline, I write how I write the small world left the sidelines, because I know that one day will close the circle, the spiral tear and will finish the game. Of life. It is not scary, is not traumatic, it is not even brave. It's just something that can be done out of revenge, as we said before.

I have to go seriously, true? Because if I remember, I've got to force myself to not only speak in code. So where do I start? He spoke seriously, the morning was just a good start, the blood was still under the influence of yesterday evening, but all right. I searched the internet for a few seconds and are now able to write a little program to start Windows, and even the cam. Impressive, huh? Yes! Oh, once I was much better, you see that you lose a little 'familiarity with programming, when not practicing.

However, it is even better way to work, with the screaming in the early morning, shame really that has not been timely enough to record everything. Devil-man!
Anyways

'for lunch as it always has been, the Japanese girl, all alone, since no calls, no ringing, no one says anything. Maybe it's just a cultural thing, or I'm really too conservative to believe that you should always eat all together: the world is no longer the case, maybe neither is ever been.

I wrote a little 'thesis, I'm happy how things are going slowly but well. The only thing is that I spend a little 'more time without thinking about the thesis. Practically impossible, since no evidence or there, does not seem concerned.

Back home, we can say that I did not know anything about the night-cinema. Returning home, I had long discussions, many beautiful, very few gloomy.

You know when you were invited, but at the same time you have been told that if you could not go, the call went to another? Here, just the same. Beautiful invitation, pretty much stay in the room. When I came out very happy. Count on me ...-

And no, the evening was quiet, a bit 'of photos, a chat, we also went to the store. Dunno, but it was not just the place where I should be.

And so tomorrow, I just do not know if the invitation was forced or not.

begin to close their eyes, who knows what I'll dream, I would like to briefly go back to when we were returning from school and Katia told me "asocial" to force me to stay all together, so that seems strange, but I was just fine. One thing that I did not know then and I know now, being together is a privilege to know the other is. Having someone who understands without you even speaking is a "little dream". They are trained, but not so much. I would like to receive sentences of more explicit, I would also like to go back to that moment when he jumped and touched the sky, like me, who rocked on the swing and I reached that magical world just closing his eyes and looking at the sun. I would like to relive a second time, where everything It was clear in the darkness.

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Back from the dead?

• Continued from'm alive

We're back from a desperate journey,

turning around anything, anyway still.

Here.

were harsh words, do not expect it at all, but maybe I should have.

Living in this world is beautiful, magical, almost fairytale, with each touch of an angel you could wish for, and when something is in place, just go back, re-create the atmosphere and return to daydream. A beautiful world, but it is not the real one.

I find it hard to walk away, I find it hard to be that person that I had become after that little stolen cards, and I find it hard to be so, although I know it would be easier for others.

Sometimes listening, but my mind began to fly over, ends up in that black hole of absence, hardly leaving until someone gets to call me back giving me a hook, bait, just chatting. C or n a dead.

Forte as a single word can strike, more than a rock, much more than a hard day's work.

I must be more explicit? We were sitting at the table and came up the same problem as always, for better or worse I can get along, but this time I did not succeed, the minutes passed and I ended increasingly engulfed by the world that there was not the fantasy world it was only the black hole, where all thoughts stop, where you can not nothing, for no one understands what you say, where everyone speaks a different language, a language you understand, but you can not talk. What is wrong to be ashamed? I do not know, but that's how it all came about, with me that I could not speak in that language. You think it's a metaphor? Actually no, that's exactly what happened. Stupid? Stupid. At least with my words because, in other words it would be a mega-nerd, according to others, the jerk, but said in a derogatory manner other than that I have ever known. are words that strike .

That way I do is just shyness, a little 'fear of making mistakes in front of epinephrine, sometimes a bit 'of envy, but most fear the presence of someone I like so much of my past.

are words that strike, I'll slip a bit, 'but certainly I find it hard, a little' we remain bad.

I was in that black hole at the table, who died of unknown words in the mouth, before I go out, do not remember seeing an anchor, I could not even realizing it, no? Dunno, maybe I was hoping to see her. Just a chat.

Waiting on the way to the moon, waiting for his shorts, still waiting for the ferry has been a succession of silences interrupted by shivering, to a certain point while watching TV the world began to turn round and I have had to sit. I do not know if the sunshine was already having some effect, certainly in the ferry I passed the time dozing. Like a leaf that trembles in the storm, my arms constantly banging your teeth. Maybe I was really bad, maybe there waiting for something, someone, a word that takes me back in the real world. Too many "maybe", too many especially for those going to a thousand per hour, when I am no longer the case, and for a long time too.

There is a conclusion for this? There is, there will be. Because it seems that the river continues to flow of events even when You're still, you may want to get on a raft and take the current time, or choose to plant your feet on the bottom, and unabashedly arrogant, but he is' sure that the water will carry away the sand from under the feet and one day you'll be without foundation.

I apologize, I still think? Not really. Remember when I said "not really"? I do, and I continue to feel, to feel inadequate for this adventure. I do not know if and when there will be opportunity to talk it over. I think today I just received mail from Katie, we had hoped, but I did not expect more.

Hey ... by let's not so serious .. so the step by step ..

Yeah, let's not so serious, because it is just for me, because it's worth it.

When the past is past, however, not worth the trouble to talk about it, then remain only the inner voices of a distant world who calls, calls me, drew me to her, she can not go back. Without an anchor.

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Mad World - "He is kind of" quiet day

Like a spiral that ends in itself, I still turn

to my right in the world against I feel in control

beyond me now, I leave behind

Left see that punticino leads me origin of the world

who knows if I want to know

who knows if I want to extend my career, I .

This is the song of Donnie Darko, a film full of stories,

with a wire reports origin.

Like me yesterday, like me this morning.

We try to do a lot, a day dedicated entirely,

to return to reverse the spiral of time,

as it should be in this world.

Maybe not in that one.

One day I will read this page and difficult to remember that I am referring to, but I will not recount here the events, only feelings.

only memory .......................................... ............................

Anyway there is to bear the Moon and even to support it.

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I would say that I can almost go for a bath - it says "a new nanny" - in the pool!

I have reached a good score, I can almost incredible to stand in silence without problems: it means that I'm just fine too!

continue the differences and similarities of views, however overall I am just quiet.

Upcoming objective must be pursued the than to assume you already know (1-2-3), I finish the thesis and make a viaggietto abroad.

you afraid? I'm afraid, a bit yes' . Usually I hold ties are too strong and the gap is becoming more evil, this time I'm really trying to be detached, but I do not know what works, because missing a month and it's like missing a week and already had to leave everything and everyone .

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1-2-3

still-in period nostalgia, it should pass soon, but it is a bit dilantando 'for the thesis.

is strange, because I'm going along two paths, one short-term, for which I plan what to do and how, the other a minimum period, hour after hour I decide what to do.

is a way out of town to live these days, certainly makes me look a little bit strange, moody say, but it has its good points I'm making the most.

Step by step ...

... grow

that all right? 1-2-3 do not know!

But no matter, so I should have known centuries ago, now just follow the flow of the river and see where it leads.

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It's called enthusiasm

Hello, today is

was a tough day, especially long.

up early, at 8 o'clock we were a quarter away from home to go to the NUS (National University of Singapore).

to do? None of that, just promotion of Italy, the Italian universities and exchange programs. It may seem dry, but this is precisely what is needed to our beautiful country to recover and become a bit 'more international.

It was difficult to integrate, understand what to say, what questions do and how to attract attention.

A little 'as oratory. In fact I got a good shot of nostalgia for that period.

will be out of place for the attacks of Clare, is still waiting for a reply from a girl who probably has no intention to renew a friendship with me.

I remember the charge that was used to do animation, it was just so much that I did not do anything like that, I needed!

You know, I keep thinking about what I lost when I made the decision not to teach, well done? Hurt? Sure I lost a big part of me that one day he will return with vengeance in my mind and I'll have to send someone. I received a gift and it is right to share it. It can be shown in many ways you can lose and regain, receive and give, in the heart and shines through second by second, relentlessly. It's called ...

Dark Side of the day - I know, there just always - was what I felt. A little 'I expected, so was the first day and usually the first impression does not forgive, could only be confirmed.

How do I explain? Absence, lack of desire, loneliness perhaps. Perhaps novelty. I understand what you want.

I think I should be a bit 'on my own, what do you think? I was thinking of that apartment, I would seriously look for a way for the new arrivals and the conflicting impulses that I receive. Damn, I just never get there! I wonder if there is nothing to understand, because the more time passes and more I lose touch with this inner reality, the more I feel in the world.

But outside of myself.

Today I closed my eyes and I flew, I could not move even one step of removing the glasses, usually works. Not now: not what you wanted? Losing it all? That's exactly how I wanted it here, almost naked in front of others , like all the others, without a chance to look through the eyes, no more. What I wanted?

I feel the lack of that 'aura , naked before the world.

why should I stay on my own. A little '.

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What can it be? A new thing

Ok, despite a lackluster day in terms of business, in fact I was quite busy to read papers on 'Nuclear energy clean (interesting, but too partisan).

are employed in the sum ... However, seeking a second-ino-ino to remember what surrounded me and suspended in the air today.

I found the keys, found my passport (thank Facebook for that!) And I have also received good news on the Eastern Front. Belle new technologies, allow for even when it is capable, but we already knew that, right?

We'll see how it goes, we'll see how it goes, while I am here I try to return to its former glory, distant days when I wrote pages and pages to describe what I saw through those bubbles. the soap bubbles ? Now I do not know what those bubbles exist, as they are reinforced, what is impenetrable for me and for others, just do not know.

What I do know is that I

one small step at a time,

without thinking too much,

without handling too,

without using x-rays ...

... too often! :)

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What can I say?

Not really one of the most beautiful days!

inspiration from poetry now is wavering , too many feelings to explode Singapore, or at least the skyscraper that is home to me (possibly with me out!).

The alarm clock in the morning, milk and cereals to start your day "charge" had already been delayed and run, run to work to not end up being punished with two buckets of water on hand for the rest of day. What a beautiful memory. Princess.

Not at all. I was not in a hurry, late for anything, just a little scared, silence does more harm as it once was. Runs and grabs him, smile and raise almost as though walking was normal.

I would not have a wall, invisible. And there is something holding back, eyes do not lie, even the heartbeat. Boh, is not it so nice cross once again the dark forest to get to know the inner world of a new person.

I could not take it.

I want it in the past, maybe they want more. But being here a month yet, why should I force myself? I do not want.

not want to feel again with that empty feeling that you take when you feel the remoteness of those who would like to close, not stand now. To try this more the differences, not similarities. I try to get away, rather than being good, I appear aloof and invisible.

Just as my mind.

know that the work that environment is not varied, nor the place of family gathering that thought? No family meals, no waiting, no questions. How it goes, goes.

I missing that share everything, that continuous circle.

Growing up is a little 'how to accept that the world can not know everything about you, do not know your past, or want to know. Each of those around us goes to a bite, two, maybe with someone you share a more, but everything remains seemingly, without a real connection.

I'm not used to it. But I . By doing a bit 'apathetic, I'm getting used to.

I would like you to come, But That is not gonna happen.

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Parable almost to the point of minimum

and begin a new adventure since 13/09/2008.

None of that, only a 12-hour trip through one quarter of the globe, to Singapore.

know, should be a new world. In a way it is.

But wherever you are, there is always a small bag that you can not to leave home, set sail with you, just a minute after landing your plane and takes you step by step.

is my luggage, that label with "mega-" affibiatami, once again, after only two days (1).

Even I did something. Wrong.

Yeah, that's the point, do not do anything wrong, because there's that small cobra which flows in the veins, small as it is unknown. And rightly remain so, it explodes, it does not start again to bite as he usually did in a past that I forgot.

was said? Right, the parabola. At what point are they? The euphoria from Erasmus is gone before you even rise a little ' of calm, a bit 'of fancazzismo working hard to understand how both work in government, a bit' of ... that little baggage that I carry around.

not have the minimum point, the soul still rocking. Up and down.

But who I found here is not who should be, they speak, think and move. And day after day I tell myself that I must stay out of their head. Funny little head.

I must not make the same mistake, I leave my luggage in the room, but my intuition when I go out with me. I try and call me. Shuts the door in his face, but he comes back.

So close my eyes, a bit 'scared, a bit' fierce, perhaps just curious to integrate them, maybe just afraid of the little prince. So that baggage blooms again, and I feel it invades the veins and hands, body and mind. It all comes back shiny, not as clear as it should be, because we were told to stay away from this steady state.

once again grappling with that distant voice, that voice that translates thoughts into feelings, that voice that comes back every time and dominating me access and know what should remain hidden. Why?

I'm a nice guy. Then, because it uses this power? It is certainly not to my advantage, it is certainly not a good end, for sure.

Are two - (1) and (2) - fixed their eyes and learn anything the first day.

But then there's the second and the third and go on.

And if I still have not learned everything, close enough.

(2) You're just like me. You are me. Are you? No, I was you. Not anymore, because they are changed again.

A bit 'like looking in a mirror, a little' how to revive the evolution of David, again and again. I would not see. I would not remember that time busy, I can not remember how far back it was made.

not yet reached its lowest point, and that moment will come but I hope to be alone, I hope it passes sooner than you think. It will be swept. But I do not believe, I believe will last a long, drawn day by day, until the return.

And nothing will remain of the adventure, if not its end. On 13/11/2008.