Today day of thunderstorms. I was born in a night of storms. I love thunderstorms. Venice
unattainable, the rain closes Marghera, trains obviously
the fray, with an indefinite delay.
Today was the birthday of my mother.
Today marks two years of work.
Tonight I saw something that did not even know existed. Yet I
view, with my own eyes, I can testify, and if I do not think it does not matter.
was still raining, still raining and thundering. But first, in the car, there was a
corner of the sky, behind his back, which lets the show's glorious full moon
. It was beautiful. Especially, in the face silhouetted against the mountains, so
, delicate, a rainbow arched full, round, made of light
moon.
Today was a magical day.
Why I realized that things have changed.
That cannon that hit my life is healing. Is emerging,
in me, a new person.
Now I know better who they are, and who want to be.
The death of my father began to absorb it, making the differences between "before"
and "after" and to do so I had to build (build) "after".
was not an easy fuck, but we are doing, thanks to my
of my mom and generous and sincere love of Vivian. A big thank to
Friends Castei, Vicenza, Rome, Gio, to Julian, and in large part to
Cibup. Without you I would not be here.
I've changed. Probably worse. I have become as nasty,
no doubt, because the fate has stolen my life
I thought (wrongly) already defined. And you know how much I hate the schedule changes ...
misfit are more than ever in the world, why not share the world
for how it works, how they are rewarded for friends and as at the end
who has more than takes.
I find that in a nation that professed Catholic
hear ministers say that the poor should take a cannon is bleak. That young
was stolen everything, including the future, by old bastards that now have little
future. But they have a lot of money.
I think that one day all this will change, must change, because the young
you can not go on and take off your ass, because I'm not
a bunch of balls as you think, and one day when the sons of immigrants
exceed the sons of Italian origin (going to happen, trust me ...), then the middle class will
cagarsi him.
but now I think of politics I care less and less.
I learned that no one gives a fuck, the order of pharmacists has paid the funeral
but there has never called anyone, later, to see how we were. We
survivors.
I think now I care about myself, my family and my friends.
I have carved a small courtyard of spells that do happen, either alone or with
those around me, and this court is the only thing that gives me joy and satisfaction
, and I will try & # 242; to defend it with all my might.
mafia and so indifferent, if you like, but now I no longer have time or desire to spend
great ideals and struggles against the windmills. Setting objectives
reach, and efforts to calculate benefits, and take the faster and more productively
the possible paths are the ways in which I live today. In
everything. Including magic, which always accompanies me, and from which I never
will separate.
The magic of the night's rain and storm, the magic of a glance that
body during a game, the magic of a page of a book, a
mountain landscape, a child you shaking a finger. The warmth of a
chest, a heart that beats, magic of a voice. A dream.
defend its own backyard of joy, satisfaction and magic means
fight. It is true that we are a peaceful society. We just moved
in random fields (finance, success, psychological domain)
physical and bloody struggles that raged until some time ago. The weapons are
intelligence, arrogance, fortitude, calculation of the weaknesses of the enemy, and
hit as hard as possible in the most vulnerable.
Nothing scares me anymore. To die means to me to find peace, my Lord
that so I hope to see from sinful soul, for His mercy
. Of course, I'm sorry to infinity. Therefore I try to stay here,
defend against evil, trying as much as I can to make
well. But if one is my enemy, no problem, I'm here. Shortly Catholic
know, but this is what I feel now. I hope to change over time.
per hour when someone stands in the way, you learn to fear me, because after seeing the
death in the face (my first, and that of my father, then), nothing scares me more
.
IRB teaches. And if you're alive is simply because I want family.
Now enough. Broadcasts end there. I do not care to talk nonsense to say
to nothing (and those few derelicts who still read this blog
) my thoughts. What time do not change much, said so.
prefer to talk face to face, communicate with people and not with white screens, rather,
my thoughts, keep them for me. I passed the mania of wanting to spread the Trallipensiero
a blog, so why do not give much to anyone. My
words have never changed a shit, the internet, and maybe it's better that way. In
internet, as well as on television (...), are winning the gossip, the
bullshit, spicy background to win the blog, or at least that stimulate what
morbid that is in each one of us. Bringing out the gossip from
landing there in all of us. What micragna, what misery! Aspire to
higher gifts!
end of the transmission so. And the beginning of the sensations. The teenager was
in me was buried with my father, and the adult was not presented itself in the best way
. But today I feel that I begin to vibrate in a different way.
I sense a new attitude and mysterious belonging to adulthood.
are eager to sample, analyze, test drive all the way to hear what
even now the spice of life, of living, of pushing the accelerator
feelings.
I want to feel what it feels like to marry, to leave her mother home from
single, a walk in the country again, to jump to 150 downhill curve,
to surpass the double solid line of lemmings that all those laws
in life can not do anything but obey the rules.
I want fantasy, I want the power to create new objects, new thoughts, new situations
. I want to scream the music symphonic sound
thousand emotions in my life.
And besides, I do not give a shit.
The rainbow tonight I'll never forget, because I'm the night, and
the day has made peace with the night through the rainbow, that ancient
symbolizes the Old Testament covenant between God and man.
Only if that man is forgetting. Even if they seem
ravings, they are not. I want a background
Ligabue, Subsonica or, better yet Verdena.
centrifuge.
the lights to fall. Music crescendo.
An engine starts. That opens the knob gas.
Goodbye, blog.
