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Natural elements, artificial elements

Yesterday I was at sea. There is these days a light so beautiful to take your breath away. A light that also freely give sight to a blind man. December I really like these days so bright, enough cold air, clear skies and sunsets are brushed with pink. Yesterday I saw the sunset stroll on the beach, the sun was drawing a line of light to the shore and those pink everywhere, the horizon ablaze. The air was so clear and clean sea front that opened the sharp two arms of the Gulf, was seen even Cetara on the right and the left over Agropoli, Santa Maria or maybe who knows. Salerno, the largest of all looked like a queen sitting on the throne all watched. I felt lucky and even more so when those who were with me looked at me and told me " but how can you live without the sea? ". I do not know, I do not know how we can live without certain views and certain sensations, without certain colors, certain smells, certain sounds. I walked on the beach collecting shells will keep for me. The sound of waves beating on the shore was a music that gets rid of all thoughts, from every suffering, every offense. We left the imprints of our feet on the wet sand, like giants, why do you feel small in front of the sea but even so large and lucky. Then the pine forest behind us began to give way in the dim light that follows the sun that rose and filled azzzurro eyes we said goodbye to the sea, without saying goodbye, because the sea is within us, within me, within you and will never be drained by any black sky.

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perhaps our journey takes a little farther ....

Today I did everything as if you were coming. I repeated the same automatic gestures and habits that come before me in your own back.
I changed the bed because the smell of clean sheets when it supports the cheeks, your mouth that tastes of salt and your nostrils asthma. I shaved in a scientific way, I smeared my body cream, I cut their nails, washed my hair. I removed the dust from my room because they do not trigger your allergy and antihistamines because I have never in the medicine cabinet when you need them. I checked that they were clean clothes the most beautiful I have to wear them to your presence. As soon as I wake up put on a record that we like so much, at full volume, and now I fall asleep listening to another who joins us in his sleep. I looked in the mirror and I liked it. I feel perfumed, coiffed, beautiful. Now I'm ready for the trip, now I'm ready to dismiss sea, with me.

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spread everywhere the smell of disinfectant ...

I have always considered a person clean, pure, spotless.
I have always taken great care and respect for the feelings and what is most important to my heart. I've always tried not to disinfect anything (except the wounds inflicted by others), but keep the feelings in a place warm, clean scent. For this perhaps fills me with disgust the people know that there are dirty, full of stains and no sense of decency. And protect me from lacrimogini, by unnecessary songs and protect clubs from the eyebrows ...

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and your head that are bare wires, which are duct tape ..

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night thoughts

"and your head that are bare wires that are bare wires that tape .."

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Branches of artificial paradises

Yesterday, while I was like every Friday afternoon at the English course at the university, in I happen to listen to how the machine for almost a month now, the lights of the power plant and the specific name of this album from provocative and desperate, For now, we call happiness . I wonder what it feels like to to be the girl of Vasco Brondi. How it must feel to defend against any attacks of hatred and love. What do I feel dirty for having destroyed so great dreams and feelings so brave. Then I wonder how I feel. There are discs that will come in even before you know it, seemingly distant and incapacity but then slowly creep under the skin and into the bones, with all those falsely shouted phrases that you enter every day a little more in the head, thoughts, find themselves repeating phrases and images to remember that even thought you remember. Then I arrived at university, I removed the stereo, I took my bags and my phone and I continued to listen Our heavenly bodies shoot with headphones in your ears. The language center is just a few minutes, but those few minutes I need to prepare for the posting by myself and back into the mainstream. I'm early, a friend asked me to phone and chat, while Sascha goes into the hall with his usual nice face and tells me Hi and I reply How are you? he says I'm tired, but always has a smile on his mouth and tiredness does not weigh it 'to him it' to others. Then while I still talk to the phone, leaning against a wall, and that Gerald goes' there too for the English course, but a higher level than mine. I see it as coming from afar, looking at me with his usual smile full of sweetness. I though I would enter the classroom, I decided to go with her to get a coffee to machines. While still talking on the phone, you take my bag with books. I close the call and we proceed to the machines. Let's talk about music, our beautiful gardens Miro a concert in March of almost four years ago and I find myself catapulted into reality, without discount, not to pick flowers on the precipice, but only with a smile that reminds me of Gerald and the 'beautiful friendship and what it 's nice my heart full of eyes and full of light.

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I want to see you ...

bones and joints give a crash ... but the emotional centers are doing well, resist and the world that does not feel that there is .... not There ... not ...

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you count the bones and stir the bones ...

rose petals takes bold stand in the air without looking back ...
leave me in the ecstasy of the decline ..

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year without turning light

And the day I was talking to sidereal distances, I burn ... The
massacre. Repeat?

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- and now a few steps
wall to wall, these steps

up or down for those, and then left

if not right,
from the wall at the bottom of the wall
up to the seventh threshold,
from anywhere to anywhere
up at the crossroads, where

converge and then disperse your hopes,
mistakes, pains, strains,
purpose and new hope.

A street after another, but
no return.


Accessible only what is in front of you
and there, a mo 'comfort,
curve after curve,
amazement and wonder about, and views of
view.

You can decide where to be or not to be
jump, jump so as not to be missed.

So from here or here, perhaps
there,
by instinct, intuition,
by reason of bias,
blindly
for intricate shortcuts.

through rows of file
corridors, doorways, quickly, in time
because you have limited time, from place to
place until many
still open, where there's joy, though the pain is almost

nearby and elsewhere, here and there, in another place

happiness and misery everywhere
as parentheses within parentheses, and so
and is suddenly off a cliff,
a cliff, but a jumper, a jumper
, but shaky
but only because there is another.

There must be an exit,
is more reliable.

But you do not seek it,
she is looking for you, she is beginning

you chase, and the labyrinth

is nothing if not yours, as long as possible,
yours, as long as it is yours,
escape, escape.

W. Szymborska

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maze as an amulet and always keep your eyes in the inside pocket of my jacket ....

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response

Forgive me if I try so into you.
Forgive me the pain. Is that you want to pull your best you.
What I did not see and I see, nestled deep in your.


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I look in the eye again
the maze in your head.

I heard what you said and I think your mind is failing.

I followed you until I could
sometimes I even think they understand
and now I'm here alone while you fly out of range

saying that the pieces of your drunken words
wrote them my hand. Ask

only a simple caress, it's not very
. Well, it depends on where you want it.

not know the times I've been hoping that the sky
to surrender and let the stars fall break free fall without ever stopping

and now you say you hear the voices of reason
laugh at you
may be true, perhaps it should
.


Now you want to know if I can patch up your bleeding face
if I can give you back a little bit of grace
if I saw your honor somewhere

if I could get you in my arms Glue the pieces and if I could break the spell

I would have done if I could hold you for a long time

together if I had the magic power.

If I had the touch that heals

maybe I could make you understand how I needed you.

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bodies

We lay on the floor, back against the day. I did not need more light than it was in her touch, her fingers running down my skin, stimulating nerve endings. With eyes closed I began a long journey along its backbone, the cobbled street that led me to a crack and a wet valley, and then a deep well in which drown.
There are other places in the world besides those which are discovered on the body of a lover?

J. Winterson

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June

the month of June I have always loved getting lost among the country lanes with my car and discover the mowed wheat fields with bales everywhere, as in a painting by van Gogh in June has always been a month that I loved so much, but for some years is not so prodigal of beauty. Sometimes it's been months of pain, other times like this year is a month of autumn, summer, having to live in the southernmost tip of Europe, some overlooking the ocean, but too often without the blue sky and yellow wheat fields.
What I want to write tonight, as I would open my mind and roll for hours, shift your thoughts and getting them into the hands of those who love you. This incessant rain de La Coruna is killing me, takes my smile, I open burning in our heart the wound of melancholy, my land, my people, my language. E 'unjust live apart from what you love, just as it is unfair and sad look from a distance, that our love will remain stifled cry of rage. Why do you allow fear to govern what we better? I would split time in the mountains just to reach you. Now I'm on top of the precipice, with you, and you cry at any moment to pick the flower of Stendhal memory. Crouch and coglilo before You can, for God's sake do not be afraid of falling down, I'm there that I hold her hand, as fast as I can.

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Farewell to a view in the face

I do not have the spring because
is back.

not blame her because it fulfills every year as
his duties.


I understand that my sadness will not stop the green.
The blade of grass, if varied,
is just the wind. Do not make me suffer


that the islets of alder Water
have that again with rustling. I note that


the shore of a lake
remained as if you lived-yet-
beautiful as it was. I have no grudge


Against the view to the view of the bay
dazzled by the sun.

I can even imagine
that of others, do not we sit right now

overturned on the trunk of a birch tree.


I respect their right to whisper, laugh and be silent
happy.


I suppose even the love that unites them and that he
string
her with his live arm.

Some young wing
rustles in the rushes.

sincerely wish them to hear.

I do not demand any change
waves close to shore,
hours leste now
lazy and do not obey me.

do not expect anything from deep waters near
the forest
hours emerald, sapphire
hours
black hours.

One thing I do not agree.
On my return there. The privilege of the presence
-
I give up.

We are only survived and only

enough to think from a distance. Wislawa Szymborska

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Sometimes the music will save me, just when I'm about to throw. I come from afar, through the wind with me in my walks, I discovered my face, I wake up, I open my eyes until they weep. The wind is coming from the sea, like all good things. Where is the sea there is always a hope to ride like a wave. I wonder why sometimes I'm blind, just when I should not be and instead I see too much when I do not want to see. But I learned that not everything can be answered and are probably also tired of trying to live continuously for a while senso.Voglio nell'indefinito, impalpable, in the dream world that is more courageous in my dreams. The wind blows in my face and I wake up, it's nice to hear him because it reminds me of myself and traces the path of tears, giving life and freedom to be.

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Wind Love and empathy (Chapter 15)

They forget many things of his past and is about the hunt for the mind: that we want our image, which radiates from the past to us, deceive us, we flatter presumption - we work constantly to deception of ourselves. And now do you think, that both spoken and Decandia "forgetting themselves in love", the "ego dissolve in the other person," that this would be something substantially different? So he breaks the mirror, you'd imagine another person who is admired, and then you can enjoy the new image of self, even if it is called by the name of the other person - and this procedure is not self-deception would not be selfish, strange people! I think that those who hide something of themselves to themselves and those who themselves are nasconodono as all are equal in that those who commit a robbery in the treasury of knowledge from which is a crime against which we warn the saying "know thyself."

F. Nietzsche "Human All Too Human"