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I was awake 38 hours! :))) WAO!

I'm eighteen years and the freedom and confidence of my mother needed to enjoy them, although my character very well known all my quirky and croak! :)))

were long 38 hours without sleeping ... were strange ... especially lived here, in the balance: on the brink of departure for my beloved Sicily!

I felt so sleepy that even more than you sleep ... but it took all those 38 hours!
I thought long after it was hailed as all those who, before my departure, were greeted as we had! :)

after the beautiful sunrise on Sunday morning I was surprised with his brother who shared with me any more beautiful view of life was possible to share ... I made my statements with a smile on his face, as honest as ever I had stretched their lips ...

what it was, was. do not ever deny a pain ... happened to get hurt, sometimes real and sometimes it did not take more ... would have sufficed ... but I did my balance and then I smile ...

in particular ... this my senior year, my fourth top, this my fourth year of high school ... I've covered everything and no, really: the memory is not changing for the better, is that despite all my croaking and splashing, and all my moons, in spite of everything then ... I was happy, very happy, unabashedly happy ... happy also to all my pains and scars ... of all that took me at dawn, the dawn of June 29, 2008 at that very moment. glad I got there, at that moment that dawn, there smiling, that wherever the sunrise filled me and lifted me up something inside, a smile to every detail ... and then ... yes ... "Holy desire to live" I would say to De Gregori;) what to call it otherwise?

is a feeling and feel ... screened and there and sucked ... but surrounded, in fact. or rather intersecting circles. I think it was

As ... cutting a goal, acquire knowledge which I still can not do justice with words. not understand it if I told you the dynamics of events or even less the story of my life. this is not what counts. The important thing is that you know of that moment with the summer and cross the threshold ... I do not know, but you know. Simply put, perhaps, one might say something like, know that I'm fine, but it is not what I mean.

I made my small budget ... and this was what I can say. What else ...?

... if not that, soon, perhaps, will close here.

in three days I will be in Sicily.
certainly will close for the summer ... probably forever ... and it's not that I have passed the desire to run a little blog ... is that I truly believe that this may not be the right place. might reopen, but differently. happen if ... otherwise ...

maybe wrong and I will return ... and come back and still wear my red shoes , sometimes I really thought that I would have been able to wear forever, and yet I realize that I already owned more than enough ... not enough to wear them again when you return in September. I do not believe, but I could be wrong ...


but there are things that someone, somewhere, somehow ... will keep ... someone gotta give the job to keep. there is always someone who deserves to keep ... preserve that which deserves to be preserved. rinngherò not anything ... but there will always be things that deserve the top drawer of my confusion.

then I'll know enclose: open, smiling ...

I hope not to disappoint you with my sudden move ... but it was a long time that, in this direction, I moved something.

these could be the last words posted here ...

I just want to say goodbye ... Have a nice summer and much, much more ... lived with all the life there is!

am sending you a kiss and I hope I've understood ...

thank you all really ... of each word and read every word written!
you were wonderful!

was a very good experience, nothing is lost ... and then ... somehow ... sbucherò out yet! :)

Patty!

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my songs

Guccini not betray you, my beautiful love! :) However, De Gregori, I take very, very, very good!

Here's what I like best .... of the classics, no doubt!


RIMMEL
And something is, the pages
clear
between the dark pages, and
gate
your name from my front
and confuse my alibi and your reasons ,
my alibi and your reasons.
Who showed me the papers called me a winner

but Gypsy is a trick.
But an intrusive future,
I was a little younger, I would have destroyed
with fantasy,
I played with the fantasy.

Now t lips u can send them to a new address and
superimpose my face to that of whomever else . The
your four aces, mind you, of one color, you can hide or play them
want
or let them stay as good friends as we do.


Santa will to live and sweet Venus Rimmel.
Like when it was raining outside and you were asking me
if by chance I still had that picture
when you smiled and were not looking.

And the wind was blowing through your fur collar
and on your person and when I not understand, I said yes.
You said "It 's all that you have of me" .
That's all I have for you.


your lips Now you can send them to a new address and my fac
cia
overlap with that of whomever else.
your four aces, mind you, of one color, you can hide or play them
want
or let them stay as good friends as we do.



ALICE
Alice looks at the cats and the cats watch the sun


while the world is turning around quickly. Irene
the fourth floor there is a quiet
you look in the mirror
and lights another cigarette.

E Lille Marlene, more beautiful than ever,
smiles and tells you her age, but this
Alice does not know.
But I'm no longer cried the husband and then, everybody thought

behind the hair, groom drank or went crazy

but the bride is expecting a baby and he knows it.
not how it will go .
Alice looks at the cats and the cats
m uoiono
in the sun as the sun slowly approaching, and Cesare
lost in the rain
waiting six hours his love ballerina .
It remains there, still a little wet,
midnight and the tram goes
and all that Alice does not know.
But I'm not there anymore and you are mad, everyone thought
behind the hair,
the husband has gone mad or has been drinking
but the bride is expecting a baby and he knows it.
is not the way it goes.
Alice looks cats and cats running in the sun
as the sun makes love to the moon. The beggar
Arab
something in the hat but he is convinced that it is a good luck charm.
not you ever asked charity
bread or a place to sleep and not it has, but this
Alice does not know.
But I'm no longer cried the husband and then, everybody thought
behind the hair, the groom is
im crazy or has been drinking
but the bride is expecting a baby and he knows it.
is not the way it goes.


nothing to understand
The stars are many,
trillion,
the lamplight
the road merges with glossy. Sitting
or not seated,
I always do my part, with the soul in reserve

and the heart that will not start. But
Joan, I still remember but
a memory that is worth ten dollars.
And there's nothing to understand.
My wife has a lot of people, everyone is a bet
lost in the mirror every morning hio coffee.
I love her wrinkles but she does not understand,
has a heart of a baker and perhaps betrays me,
But John was the best, but
is a memory that is worth ten dollars.
And there's nothing to understand.
If you were ice and I was made of snow,
how cold my love, think carefully to make love. You
right what you say but your kicks hurt,
I do not envy you at all,
I have nothing special.
But if your eyes were cherries
I would have nothing to say.
And there's nothing to understand.
is that we love too much time playing chess,
tell me that you are winning like crazy and laugh ,
but I did not know who was playing, I can give it to you
win and keep my life.
But if one day return to these parts,
bring me back my eyes and your rifle.
And there's nothing to understand.

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my poems my songs


would have been the same
identical rhymes,
every time she had believed in the end
end. Finely finally
yet. The little story of someone

like them.

- You're wrong.

However there is too much and is in front.

The bulging as having removed any remaining
liberation.
Knowing say empty? It 's more
tomorrow and blanched as clothes.

- You okay?

Or exposed to
quiet most obvious, dates
shapes intersecting the facts as
liked, you're talking about.

- You will understand that sooner or later
save you
necessarily facts.

The end of the end
of trouble and did not come forward.
fact were in the same empty
metamorphosis in
drag the drapes for
what remains of the palms, the palms after
, accurate.
After years

contributing to the ways of daily life, unhealthy
replication
trade.

Beautiful Agony V Tap

and unfortunately also the time Spice Girls did not last long! is that the more I listen to this song the more I think it's one of the truest things ever written ... will be the tenth time you listen to it tonight!


"And another day is gone, his music has finished, how much time has passed and will pass? orchestras engines accompany our sighs the 'where did it go today' s yesterday is gone. If you look in the pockets of the evening find the hours that you already know , but the rice minute change in crying now and the time went not find ...
Days without effect, like a sea without wind, beads as necklaces of sadness ...
doors by summer 'wet winter are: as a dog runs away your youth.
In the corners of the house looking for the world, in books and poets you are looking
but your poet dies el 'dawn not see where race and the time, who knows?

In the sun of your ghosts juvenile courts corron behind the beffeggianti Silvie,
has gone off the fountain, is oxidized the bell laugh now because the game of love?
Are you ready to throw you on the road, 's useless baggage you have inside you, but fear the sun el' water sooner or later fall not return and the time went ... Professionals acute among the smiles and greetings, ironically your questions about life, the mothers of anxious doctors sognan your passions, you reproach a crisis is not clear:
the crystal ball is clouded el ' your kite does not fly more, even doubt remains in your thoughts and time passes and if you can stop it ...

If the day you said you have to be called lazy, the smile of the mirrors is already finished, alleys and walls that fool you were is left alone to weep amused. In the seed
wind to grab the chance, get your paper to red because, would you get up in the sky to scream who you are, but as time passes and never returns ...
And another day is gone, his music has finished, how much time has passed and will pass!
you sing in the street phrases that nobody minds , tomorrow how everything will go: you look in the hands and squeeze the gap, if you look in the pockets find that yesterday's change does not I had, but the time went not return. "

....... Frank Sinatra, of course! :)

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Finally Summer! :)

oh my how nice! how nice, how nice, how nice! this is the summer of my eighteen years and I decided that all my mental saws should go to hell! What a joy!!

I made my eighteen hours of sleep, I woke up and I started to listen to Spice Girls ... :) ... All this sun out, the windows all open and drink tea cold and do nothing! I also bought a nice pair of sunglasses, sandals and a pair of shoes ethnic fantastic! I pulled out all my trunks floral skirts, costumes, dresses, the sun ... Oh God give me! that beautiful vacation, what a beautiful summer! I feel stoned and happy ... I have a wonderful mood!
I do not think there's anything better than this ... among other things, I thought I could not write with a mood so good! never happened! Instead I wrote ... I can not say that it has come out, I'm trying to quit with all that cycle of poems that you have read or heard before. There is an air of great change these days! and even if you do not change shit: it's the summer of my eighteen years ... nothing can stop me from being in good spirits until September! not found!? :)))

ah, how nice ... I have a floral skirt, sunglasses new, the Spice Girls and are beautifully rincitrullita!

this is the last poem! :) With best wishes for a wonderful summer everyone!


night between 6 and 7 June 2008.

Condensate Castle benches,
beg. Think a little, but only
lips. He saw that she laughed
sitting her legs, her: a corridor
mirror, a thousand times again. Even
the mother and the stove, but that night
there was too little time to go
beyond.

Only in certain circumstances. Corresponded
and believed little face clear.
not rained so much to plan. She scandium,
know are always the same verses.

- The future Madame
tantamount to wait for your next sequence of centuries.

- Tomorrow morning at ten.

as she knew it would be delicate, it was
: Right. To postpone indefinitely
.

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thousand centuries of silence. (Conclusion)

awoke the next morning the platoon who was sleeping in the square of the terminus, the soldiers woke up excited, exalted from the big day finally arrived, the day of departure for the Front, a day that brought them to what had become the purpose of their lives: the War.

He said the Great General Fernando Della Riva, that was the big day, they were the heroes, themselves, winning the war, they changed the world and would be remembered forever, forever and all over the world .

Marco decided to station, following their great general, who, strangely, that morning proceeded without his horse.

was ten precise. There were women to greet the train, many crying, others had come back just to see if someone, that time, would be dropped. Fernando hoped that, when he was off the train, the women would not have noticed. I hope so.

Like a thousand times he had imagined during the night, as in all his fancy, with the same, the same perfection, all the soldiers had to climb down to the last, stepping forward and back on the station platform, many times. They went all down to the last. He would have liked to save them, save them all from that war. A war that was fought now never without a sense of principle, perhaps out of habit, perhaps because they had nothing left to do. A war of which the meaning was lost in the maze of a thousand centuries of silence. A war that you do not even know anymore. There was only train that was back and forth, neither one knew who was the driver. No one had ever seen. Back and forth, from the terminus at the front, with no stops.

Fernando, the accuracy with which he had prepared his mind, put them all, because he knew he could not save them. It would be known, it would come to know the Government and, for him, as for boys, however, would be the end. The Government was not easy to circumvent, It was not easy to deceive, had always told to remember all the generals who preceded him at the head of platoon 9999.

put them all to the starting whistle, jumped behind a pillar and, throwing his hat in ground, whisked the uniform blouse.

The women were desperate, so apart or so with his eyes flooded with tears, which did not notice that the soldier in white undershirt and blue pants, ran towards the river.
Fernando forcefully knocked on the door of the inn.

was open to a beautiful girl, young, but with eyes all empty. She stared at him and said not a word.

He, however, out of breath:

- Miss, I try to Dolores. This is where she lives, is not it?

The girl did not answer. He only nodded to the man, pointing to the stairs. Ran up all the thirty-seven plans, Fernando, felt his heart squirt out of my chest, but he ran, he ran up the stairs like a madman, to the summit, to Dolores, on top of the tower, then take it away, away with his horse, to the Ocean .

looked like a fairy tale.

He saw her: in the middle of the roof garden, the flowers and fruit trees, he saw, including a goat and a horse, saw her join the jet-black hair in braids singing. It stood for a moment. Without that image with everything that filled her eyes. Still, with that song that came over. Still, while she sang with all the blood, the blood that flowed like music, fast, like singing all of his blood was full of that song. Still, until she realized that he had arrived. He looked up, Dolores, to the eyes of the man who knew how to have enchanted

- Come on, Fernando?

- How do you know you want to take away?

- I'm not stupid! You look stupid?

- No, no, Dolores!

- then? Come on, before they are looking for you!

- But you've already talked to everyone, you've already greeted everyone?

- Yes, Fernando, Mama did not even cry. So? Shall we go?

- Yes, baby.

She got up from the ground. He had a canvas bag ready with him and gave Fernando a lot more with the food necessary for a few days, otherwise they would find a way of getting by on the road.

Fernando helped Dolores to get on the horse and took the animal by the reins.

went down the stairs and out the door. Dolores still greeted mother and Adela sweeping the patio, smoking cigarettes.

Fernando went on horseback along with Dolores. They started walking towards where the sun was setting.

Dolores and Fernando was pretty hopeful when she sang.

Fernando had beautiful hands and beautiful arms. A Dolores liked to make love with him, then rest his head on his own pillow, listening to his breath to sing along the way, when it was day, that same subtle rhythm.

always like that, always behind the sun for years and years, following the sun.

If only the Head, today, and if there was still someone, that someone he knew, would only tell of two who arrived with her hair all white ocean , an old horse and five beautiful girls who could sing.

would only tell, everyone 's a great sailing boat and the five girls seated in the bow, who sang with the tone of the waves.

The Government had learned of the escape of General Fernando Della Riva.

He sent trusted men to stop. He had nothing to lose, the Government, had sucked all she could from those places, she had bled to death, depriving them of everything, everything, to the core.

had sent trusted men, strong and well trained. Had sent them to look for Fernando, along all the roads, around every corner, without finding it. Government not interested in those ruins, that mass of concrete, had ordered all of fire. Everything, if Fernando had not found, so that if you had taken refuge somewhere, it would be dead, he would have paid anyway.

The terminus was a huge fire which spread out of control, for unimaginable distances. Fire, fire and flames everywhere in every corner. From the ruins to ashes and nothing remains.

Here's what remains: ashes.

Every silence exploded in a cry of despair, a last cry of despair who went silent after the fire, a cry that became extinct in the ash.

I believe to be left alone. I'm here alone, for years and years of walking, there's only me here, locked up at the Inn. I just that I stay here, on the roof, with a dying goat.

It is almost nothing left, soon die of starvation and burns, and I will have the exact form of what are, of who we are, what will oltretempo, of what we fell in possession of what reigns above all else, beyond any thing: silence.

I have the exact form of the ashes, too, will be part of this great union of each fragment in the only true form of God: Ash

Others could not, after many centuries of silence, another could not stay. It was inevitable, was the relentless spiral of happening that, to me, concludes: silence.

Silence, and I'm still here, Andrew, still here, I am waiting, but even that damn train comes back. I'll wait here, as promised. Nothing remains, but until the last moment I can still pray and I can not stop. Until the last moment I will pray for you, Andrea, with all the strength I can.

pray silence that makes us the communion of ashes that I may be in the silence between your ashes ashes Please Silence Andrea, Please bring me silence all your ashes Andrea, I can die in the ashes of your lips, the ashes of your arms, my love, because I want morirti him like you always said Andrew, pray silence, because I want him morirti, as promised.

As promised I'll wait.

We will be in the same ash, in the same silence of everything.

pray for us, Andrea.

Someone has to pray and promises are respected.

pray for us, love.

Amen.