Thursday, September 10, 2009

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NO MORE 'ALIBI

There is a day where you are asked to wait, or you ask yourself, or you require it fate. However ... there is a day that begins to do the countdown, and the physical distance and time you seem insurmountable, unreachable. It is as if the months you have before you parry an obstacle course that will massacre, destroy, destruction. Think you can not find a way to what could not be expected, but just separation.
But what is beginning slowly reeling you path. Do not sin, because the distance is not punishment, but growing. You have time to think, to reflect, to your problems (large) and your daily thoughts (children) and again the certainty that you own and how you can make it, and you sense you've got it .. . inside.
But there is ... The person or the thing you're waiting you miss it, not because it is necessary, but because with that song in your most contours are more accurate. And the passing time takes away the anger for having lost, and prepares you to get it back, and inside you grows day after day a perverse understanding, a sort of superomismo that convinces you that you'll get.
And then comes that day, but everything happens in a different way. You're not in the office anxiously tapping his fingers on the table with my head away, because you do not expect any news: damn you have a fever, you're home with the flu that also devastated the superomismo Nietzsche. So I can not even be in seventh heaven now the game begins but you're not ready and not sure what the score board again. Not sure if you're still in the race or if it starts all over again from the start. In short, the Treehouse, because there are no more excuses for anyone and everything becomes real. And the fever try to put her away, and you have to be, you must be at the top, why not see for two months, and must see that there are. Do not want to be one of many, YOU want to be there with him, in a small place of honor. Want to be here but at the same time you would go yesterday, when it had to do was wait. The condition that three months ago has become the hated your crib.
Now instead we are at the Olympics .... and in a few hours at the starting blocks ....


27/03/2009

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Day 20 - where life seems enormous

There are days when you wake up exhausted, do not even seem to have gone to bed. The head heavy, sleep leaning against the first edge. Take the elevator and I hope I never meet anyone, and that really makes all the stops to ward off the time when once again cross the threshold of the unit, where everything is suffering and nothing is hope. There has never smiles, illuminating words, only serious faces. Here only those who suffer know essereumano , even when a man has only now the skeleton. On the other hand there are those who do not understand and does not know that you live for a word that does not arrive, hanging from the time they are to govern. And it makes you scream, smash everything. But you can not. You can not do anything!! Just wait even if you do not know what.
And you find yourself doing the first (and perhaps statistically the last) right into a smile of the day that lift when placing your whole self to its walls, hoping that you swallow, you feel a smell that takes you away. And I find little girl: a skeleton with a bikini that has nothing to cover, flat as a sole, teeth out of range for a body of Russian mouse, up and down in the pension of the sea that you hosted for years with mom and dad Among . A smell that you had not heard from you in an instant and down on the heat of the days of July and the only year in which your family was really a nest.

03/02/2009

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Silence or Dialogue (neo) Platonic 's "idea" of a modern love

G - I chase the quiet calm but alive . Not in the song of a cricket but in the diamond traffic lights try the healthy silence. Will it succeed?

L - What is silence?

G - ssssss!! This is silence. Or maybe this joyful smile that takes me to write this message.

Silence is not commonplace. Silence is more than what others want from you. Silence is emancipation, even presumptuous. Silence is power ...

Silence is feeling good. Silence is contemporary. Silence is to observe, understand, assimilate. Metabolize. But first of all is to give ... silence

L - Silence is hypocrisy. Silence is selfishness. Silence is the power of those who escaped. Silence is feeling good. Silence is understand but is not make themselves understood. Silence is to speak only if his eyes ...

G - I'm not running away. I'm watching. Ah! Silence is not bad but DISEASE. Tvtb

[I believe that life is made of silence but of sounds, words and music, and do not talk, do not listen and not equivalent to not play live. The silence is beautiful but can only be a pause, an exception, not the norm. Chiudiamoci not in ourselves. There is a risk of dying]


20/06/2001

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Inishmore

Usually a travel diary is written step by step, day by day, instead just today I find words to transform indelible mark in the writing of the sensations that give me landscapes, people and changing people of this Middle-earth .
I'm in the "Ferry" back from Inishmore, the largest of the Aran Islands, next to my fellow travelers, cut off from fatigue, sleep blessed and give way to my thoughts. I feel lighter because they believe I left my heart. The feelings of freedom and serenity that I breathed come along with a sense of heaviness to this green grass and blue sky that I will only in my memories ... and my spirit will not be as wild and free. Difficult that this does not leave a mark ... Maybe now my eyes have reflected emerald and indigo in color and will change the landscape of this land.
It was tough getting on the boat, I wanted to stay there, spending time with fishermen who speak this language incomprehensible as magic, to understand what motivates them to remain in the depths where there is apparently nothing, to understand where they find courage every day to continue to feel that everything that invades you and you have enough to be at peace so you do not feel the need to find out what you already have within you .... I think to Inishmore there really is a magical current, an energy that if you can take (or make you understand) connects you to universal forces, perhaps the same who led the Celtic priests when they went up to Dùn for prophecy, pray, defend or fight.
cha I met a woman working in a wool shop in the fortress, an Italian who lives up here for nine months, on the edge of the world "knew" just because you love the island. I can understand why this choice is the same that I flashed on my mind all the time now, but I was not enough a few hours of riding the narrow streets and stone walls to be able to do it ... and now I think to myself: "the usual cowardly ... "The magic that you breathe is so strong that it makes you overcome the bitter cold, just a cup of hot coffee beside the turf fire in a fireplace to put the movement in place ... all without ever losing his smile. I realized today that I never stopped doing it: smile ... if not to laugh!
This Middle Earth protected me also echo the lack of those who tried for so long without being able to find, who I wanted next to me so that together we turned that energy into atomic explosion. But his vacuum Inishmore was full of beauty and serenity ... for the show in front of me ... and I do not really need anything else.
And now I understand why the fantasy Universal Fit fairies and elves just up here. There is no place on earth where they can live their lives if not here in Ireland. You will surprise you constantly changing the landscape: the lawns slope down to bathe in the waves of the sea, the embroidery of small plots enclosed by plots of dry wall gives way to the rusty bogs of Connemara hills that contrast with cobalt lakes. Just a cloud covers the sun and sky here is that these mirrors become shiny black spots.
Oceanomare Then there's the ... this great mystery that attracts and frightens blue ... and its feathered wings waves as they climb the cliffs ... white backs of the Angels.
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