THIS ... is all we need!
Monday, August 23, 2010
Friday, August 20, 2010
Black And White Birthday Wording Invitation
Attic?
regular The road unwinds before us.
The rhythmic creaking of the suspension and the reassuring hiss of air on the body, are a counterpoint to bitter discovery.
The possibilities are not infinite, as some would have us believe, are few and well defined, though more than enough to fill at least 10 lives.
Aleka I do not know what he is talking about a concert he wants to participate, I'm not listening carefully. I'm still thinking of dense words that for years have poured in our ears. Words of grandeur, omni-power, to live is not a natural gift but a skill to be developed to the limit of extreme perfectionism. "Reach yourself more real." "Be for yourself what others can never be." "Sosteniamoci one another for personal development."
All nonsense.
I would have liked to see those "wise mentor" the moment in which two boys were twenty years with his face glued to the concrete, dripping with blood and tears. I would like to hear from their mouths the explanation and the reason why their adherents condemn, turning it into a source of hatred, love between two people. Most likely, a higher meaning, they, they would also find .. If only to support their near-mystical philosophy.
"Hey ..", his voice takes me back to reality.
I turn to Aleka. The bruises almost completely absorbed, are still visible on his face.
"Hey .." I smile, but also forcing myself, my face can not take a happy expression.
"I was not listening to you?"
"I'm sorry .. non riesco a smettere di pensare a quei fottuti bastardi."
"Più ci pensi e più rendi importante quello che fanno."
"Lo so ma, credimi. Vivere una delusione tale dopo una vita passata nella convinzione che 'l'amore e la pace' fossero alla base della nostra vita... E' devastante".
"Io credo che in fondo, tutti lo sapessimo. Intendo, come è possibile che un paese cambi da un giorno all'altro? Riscoprirsi magicamente amichevole e comprensivo nei confronti di tutti? Io forse.. non ci credevo sul serio. Tutta politica. L'uomo è un animale. Rayled non può essere la città delle eccezioni."
"Già.. forse hai ragione. Nella mia visione romantica, speravo davvero che andasse tutto in modo diverso.
What ..
What remains now? "
His face becomes dark for a moment, then cheer. It 'is very evident as he fought.
" We just have to find others like us. Others believe that the alternative that we ourselves must create it. Keep driving, until we have the forces. "Turns around, stares at me, I can see with one eye." Lontano. Our future is far from here. "
He leans his seat, looking at me. Spare the look, take a few moments that seem endless.
approaches. Kiss me. Slowly.
why.
all started for this sweet moment.
regular The road unwinds before us.
The rhythmic creaking of the suspension and the reassuring hiss of air on the body, are a counterpoint to bitter discovery.
The possibilities are not infinite, as some would have us believe, are few and well defined, though more than enough to fill at least 10 lives.
Aleka I do not know what he is talking about a concert he wants to participate, I'm not listening carefully. I'm still thinking of dense words that for years have poured in our ears. Words of grandeur, omni-power, to live is not a natural gift but a skill to be developed to the limit of extreme perfectionism. "Reach yourself more real." "Be for yourself what others can never be." "Sosteniamoci one another for personal development."
All nonsense.
I would have liked to see those "wise mentor" the moment in which two boys were twenty years with his face glued to the concrete, dripping with blood and tears. I would like to hear from their mouths the explanation and the reason why their adherents condemn, turning it into a source of hatred, love between two people. Most likely, a higher meaning, they, they would also find .. If only to support their near-mystical philosophy.
"Hey ..", his voice takes me back to reality.
I turn to Aleka. The bruises almost completely absorbed, are still visible on his face.
"Hey .." I smile, but also forcing myself, my face can not take a happy expression.
"I was not listening to you?"
"I'm sorry .. non riesco a smettere di pensare a quei fottuti bastardi."
"Più ci pensi e più rendi importante quello che fanno."
"Lo so ma, credimi. Vivere una delusione tale dopo una vita passata nella convinzione che 'l'amore e la pace' fossero alla base della nostra vita... E' devastante".
"Io credo che in fondo, tutti lo sapessimo. Intendo, come è possibile che un paese cambi da un giorno all'altro? Riscoprirsi magicamente amichevole e comprensivo nei confronti di tutti? Io forse.. non ci credevo sul serio. Tutta politica. L'uomo è un animale. Rayled non può essere la città delle eccezioni."
"Già.. forse hai ragione. Nella mia visione romantica, speravo davvero che andasse tutto in modo diverso.
What ..
What remains now? "
His face becomes dark for a moment, then cheer. It 'is very evident as he fought.
" We just have to find others like us. Others believe that the alternative that we ourselves must create it. Keep driving, until we have the forces. "Turns around, stares at me, I can see with one eye." Lontano. Our future is far from here. "
He leans his seat, looking at me. Spare the look, take a few moments that seem endless.
approaches. Kiss me. Slowly.
why.
all started for this sweet moment.
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Watch Mll Games Recorded
Yeah .. it sucks .. FB Status
And if ripen? That awareness of a sense of neglect ..
think you can avoid acting to promote peace?
Recently I feel it, posting a cold, sharp. And needless to say, painful. Pierces the flesh easily, with a thin cutting dry.
blood crystallizes in my veins, with a shooting pain, cutting.
I can not, it is clear, questioning the priorities of those around me emotional. Sorry, however, the issue a thought, so selfish as honest, sometimes I would expect to receive what to do first and transmit.
Years have passed, I would not say really.
I have no scruples, and I have never fatti, a mutare i miei programmi, a piegare la mia volontà, o variare le mie priorità, in un senso di profonda adorazione.
Oggi però lo dico. Gli ultimi mesi, sono per me un inutile vaneggiare, disperandomi in cerca di un'approvazione, di una vera attenzione, non un apparente riflesso.
Forse è meglio ragionare.
Se l’obiettivo è l’evitare di mangiarsi il fegato.. forse è meglio ragionare.
Convinto che sia un discorso pregno di ipocrisia, essendo probabile che io stesso applichi la stessa dinamica. Però porca puttana, è fastidioso, con qualcuno in capo a tutti gli altri.
Oh beh.
Pensiamo alle vacanze, tanto mi basta per ora.
Nell'attesa che lo specchio la smetta di riflettere impassibile e ignorante. E che il mio cervello recuperi qualche sua funzionalità lasciata allo sbando di un delirio annebbiato ed impersonale. 
And if ripen? That awareness of a sense of neglect ..
think you can avoid acting to promote peace?
Recently I feel it, posting a cold, sharp. And needless to say, painful. Pierces the flesh easily, with a thin cutting dry.
blood crystallizes in my veins, with a shooting pain, cutting.
I can not, it is clear, questioning the priorities of those around me emotional. Sorry, however, the issue a thought, so selfish as honest, sometimes I would expect to receive what to do first and transmit.
Years have passed, I would not say really.
I have no scruples, and I have never fatti, a mutare i miei programmi, a piegare la mia volontà, o variare le mie priorità, in un senso di profonda adorazione.
Oggi però lo dico. Gli ultimi mesi, sono per me un inutile vaneggiare, disperandomi in cerca di un'approvazione, di una vera attenzione, non un apparente riflesso.
Forse è meglio ragionare.
Se l’obiettivo è l’evitare di mangiarsi il fegato.. forse è meglio ragionare.
Convinto che sia un discorso pregno di ipocrisia, essendo probabile che io stesso applichi la stessa dinamica. Però porca puttana, è fastidioso, con qualcuno in capo a tutti gli altri.
Oh beh.
Pensiamo alle vacanze, tanto mi basta per ora.
Nell'attesa che lo specchio la smetta di riflettere impassibile e ignorante. E che il mio cervello recuperi qualche sua funzionalità lasciata allo sbando di un delirio annebbiato ed impersonale.
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