after 2 hours of sleep in my room ...
All is silent With your hands still on the keyboard, property, fixed the screen of my computer, everything is white, motionless, lifeless and even more drive. It is early morning, the world still sleeps around, although down, the cars whizzing through the streets, men and women are already at work, the planes landing and taking off, just like every day, because nothing stops.
But here everything is calm as a lake surrounded by forest, with ice water, ice cold when I would dive to open your eyes, right now everything is silent.
What is this moment, if not a reflection of days gone by?
Where is that incipient advancing desert, day after day, burning up the path that will take me back soon in Italy? Already I miss
What's his name? We need it: when we hear something, we always try to translate it into words, to express it with sounds, songs, paintings, colors and text, which is why I continue to be sitting here, not to forget the day and the days passed, to trace the vicissitudes , anger, and the enthusiasm, fears and hopes.
A little 'because always keep the hope that one day you read these words, missing the times when we shared everything, as I often feel.
wondering ... what's his name? And I do not know, there's a word, there is only a journey, made of moments and jokes, small memories, bricks that are added together by forging a castle, just like the one done by Roby with USB keys at the golf club. Episode may be insignificant, but his image is good that day.
Nostalgia.
Castelli Wind
Imagine a table, I know, more than "imagine" Just remember, but does the same! Imagine a bare table that will accommodate the upper middle class Singaporean and international personality.
Now imagine that someone comes and that the picture, sometimes with hats and white shirts, blue and red, sometimes with boxes arranged on one another to create first an ornament, then a ladder, and finally a castle and fun.
It's a nice photo of the day, because on one hand describes our enthusiasm for organizing a special event, attention to detail lavished on the energy (?) And transformed into entertainment. We are good at this, like " want to study in Italy? " or, going back in time, is a bit 'when I was like animation, where I received perennial discharge of adrenaline to do what I like most: to convey the energy charge I have inside, just like many years ago was sent to me! I think this is what I do still think about that role as a teacher I'd like to cover, a bit 'to emulate, a bit' to thank those who have shaped this joy and freshness, almost innate, from baby.
Those cans resting on the table were just a detail, but they are all, even that fessacchiotto that we had to carry around in 'I am the golf club. A fessacchiotto irritant, nervous as false, apparently attacked at least as I am to my friends.
Poor thing, he was ashamed, unworthy for our clothes - oh! Smart, look at that stuff was signed ... do you realize you're not? You who judge everything and everyone with the rule of money and the ability to find the "contact with life" - was leaning against a pillar, (I handle this?) Almost as if its static presence served to take up the entire event, without him the pillar would collapse and destroy the event. Be ', thanks for the help. But can not you see what blindside you for a ride, everyone? OK to be a little cute, but this is bordering on embarrassment.
So on one hand the energy and our enthusiasm, those other boxes describe a black spot of embarrassing inconvenience experienced by our fessacchiotto, who was ashamed for our loud, perhaps because of the desire to do that we we have and he does not. That he felt at fault? I doubt it, because I do not think a guy insightful.
The wind that thunders
Touch me all you can hurt me, you branded with your ignorance, everything you can, but trouble if you touch the people I love, because in the moment they only think you do, you're already a dead man, and six pufff vanished into thin air, just like the green balloon for a couple of days I see the muddy channel that brings me to work in the company of Roby . A balloon is deflated and hour after hour in the same way I do, that silent attack where I know it hurts. You say that this is a gift? In fact you gave me not only enthusiasm, has not only built my mind, maybe also helped me to develop my ability to immerse myself in the other, to get into their heads to steal their secrets.
Sometimes I feel really guilty because I know I know how to do evil, as I know no one should deserve a treatment of arrogance and reserve enough as far as I know when I want. Of course ex post, the guilt is gone completely if you go back and upload it even more heavily. Woe .
"Not worth it" but who if you forget!
I do not think I've ever see me in front of a boy less mature and know-all at the same time. Buh, actually called "kid" on fessacchiotto seems almost an insult to all the teenagers ...
I must say that the scene sull'ICI I really liked it. What is expected of one who has studied economics and law for five years? I mean, have also learned something, right? No.
Do a search and explain to me with a lot of official sources if I have to pay the ICI on a second home, my property, the date on free loan to my daughter.
Funny because it has nothing to do with work, but it was a request of our tutors and was answered. As it took me? 5 seconds to burn it on time and stopping the bla bla bla of fessacchiotto by 5 years of economics and law. Rode eh? Yes, I know ... are just a big kid. And proud of it even in cases like this.
Friday
Well, this is rather a day that did not appeal to me, tell my fault. Yes, that's my fault.
"I think you are conservative"
I was saying that no, there I was, but I am, tremendously.
I believe in Catholic values \u200b\u200b... not all ... then who knows what they are not strange, are those in which it is assumed they believe all good people, nothing more.
One of the things I like most is to organize these dinners, I know maybe not do much to see, but the charge that takes me to do something when there is immense. Nor do I know if I like better the preparation or one where you live the fruits of all that has been created. Yesterday I worked so hard, ok, not too much, because I love cooking almost as much as I like to eat and try new dishes. Perhaps what I really like is the company that makes building something new with the other body .
pity I am not the only one who enjoyed himself just as I could. Last night I was just like those times as a kid, when I took the colored bottles every day and every day a ritual repeated nightmare coming at home, pulling up the blinds, watching my Bubu that I miss so much, approaching the window black to tan. That time has passed, but those feelings are all still vivid, but sometimes I fear that my lack of fear of those bottles can make me still in that spiral. I do not think will ever happen, that I have received the beating continues, it has made me more alone, more vulnerable, but even stronger, mainly more afraid not to exceed the limits with friends. 287.
So 'was a bit' an idiot.
The evening ended on the couch, I do not know what I tried, maybe I know. Sometimes I see through that crust is now part of your character and feel of the other, it bothers me still fail to see the whole picture inside you, to be honest I would not even have the right, especially because I had promised myself not to.
Boh, the time is almost finished, some I've seen the future and ... I do not know, I must say if I like? It's the future, I can not change it. Ok, I would have the power to do, to change everything, but I've never done before. No God .
Anyway ... I was fine, everything was quiet, completely silent, as always I expect is (or should be).
Cherry Blossoms
I have this image rolled down the phone tree, you're on the other hand, I want to talk, but I'm out of here. I see that homeless girl who dances alone in the company of ghosts of dead people, with whom he speaks. I guess I do the same thing, only that people are not dead, are far from, do not know who I'm talking about and probably not even listen to me, but for me they are there at the other end of the phone hanging and listening to me.
This is also an image, this is fixed, but the dance has stayed with me inside, with the music carried me into the film, making me cry. She had explained the catharsis, I know, do not forget, but do not know of its existence mine the translation of my soul lives in that chase in the film.
I know that in a few days I'll try the same thing. I wonder if I'll be at the other end of the receiver or if I'm hanging with the homeless girl, she felt complete and had all his movements next door. I see the same steps of the hands, the expression of the eyes, face and white body and a little 'I'm afraid that no one is there with me. Not the homeless girl, not ghosts, not the dead, not the people of distant. I'm afraid to be alone up the phone, waving, with the rope tangled on tree branch waiting.
But this time I would not be me to paint a scene more positive I wish I did you.
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