I want to start with a question borrowed someone (perhaps a book, maybe a movie, ... Closer, Fabio Volo, Sex & the City ...): "How many times do you leave when you leave?"
Maybe you do not ever completely, or never enough. I know few people who can make a damnatio memoriae ruthless and relentless.
Most human beings are hopelessly attached to their pieces of memories, faithful companions of moonless nights, autosalvazione mechanisms that prevent the heart to petrify and shatter solitude. And yes, because remembering is not to lose, you go a bit 'to love, to possess. Perhaps what remains is just the love of that Love which has given us so much and to whom we gave our all. And losing it would be like having wasted the best part of us.
By virtue of that feeling lived and unfortunately wounded, trampled, destroyed, we are capable of everything, even to make that pile of sand and tears to hear the foundation of our future. Sometimes
then the case seems to mock us, blindfold and amuses us to fly blind us to skid and then back on the road but in the end you never know if we find a bridge or a cliff. We do not have the instructions of the game, but since we must necessarily play at least try to have fun. But those of us who have blood in their veins and nostalgia, to take seriously even the snakes and ladders board and move the pawn their feelings of memory, or bitterness, or spell checker and never pazienzaèandatacomedovevaandare or èstatobellomaèfinito
... This is not always to be opened for betraying the beloved Love (as mentioned before) that there ever a time because you do not ruin the fateful page.
So we separate, do not forget, we find ourselves, and we realize that You still love, perhaps in a different way. And take away the regret that nothing has gone as it should go, and that could (and could) be beautiful, but he is not the perfection of a drawing of Leonardo or a statue of Canova. The memory of him is fading but the person is all too real and tangible, to recognize it hurts too much and next time a charm attacks us again so much pain. But were it not so? If this time is different?
ends and ends ... and away you go ... you Complete this sentence, and if it sounds like something familiar, you have the tip of your tongue but you can not understand, I give you a hint: Luca Carboni ...
19.05.2008
Maybe you do not ever completely, or never enough. I know few people who can make a damnatio memoriae ruthless and relentless.
Most human beings are hopelessly attached to their pieces of memories, faithful companions of moonless nights, autosalvazione mechanisms that prevent the heart to petrify and shatter solitude. And yes, because remembering is not to lose, you go a bit 'to love, to possess. Perhaps what remains is just the love of that Love which has given us so much and to whom we gave our all. And losing it would be like having wasted the best part of us.
By virtue of that feeling lived and unfortunately wounded, trampled, destroyed, we are capable of everything, even to make that pile of sand and tears to hear the foundation of our future. Sometimes
then the case seems to mock us, blindfold and amuses us to fly blind us to skid and then back on the road but in the end you never know if we find a bridge or a cliff. We do not have the instructions of the game, but since we must necessarily play at least try to have fun. But those of us who have blood in their veins and nostalgia, to take seriously even the snakes and ladders board and move the pawn their feelings of memory, or bitterness, or spell checker and never pazienzaèandatacomedovevaandare or èstatobellomaèfinito
... This is not always to be opened for betraying the beloved Love (as mentioned before) that there ever a time because you do not ruin the fateful page.
So we separate, do not forget, we find ourselves, and we realize that You still love, perhaps in a different way. And take away the regret that nothing has gone as it should go, and that could (and could) be beautiful, but he is not the perfection of a drawing of Leonardo or a statue of Canova. The memory of him is fading but the person is all too real and tangible, to recognize it hurts too much and next time a charm attacks us again so much pain. But were it not so? If this time is different?
ends and ends ... and away you go ... you Complete this sentence, and if it sounds like something familiar, you have the tip of your tongue but you can not understand, I give you a hint: Luca Carboni ...
19.05.2008
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