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perfect joints of branches lit.
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di cosa ho paura

I'm not afraid of death.
I'm afraid of a meaningless life.
I always felt the need to be inexhaustible useful.
I think that hell is populated by people who have nothing to do for all eternity.

During his military service was assigned to the body "Genius Busters," a more operational than the Italian army.
officers massacred us with endless marches and specialized training in dealing with dynamite and explosives: we did not really have the time to be bored.
At one point I was transferred to the Military Court, but before we get there I spent a month inside a barracks that specializes in logistics and transmissions, "where we were left to ourselves and had come to an evening with the feeling of have done something sensible.
In this place I realized that they could be devastating idleness and boredom, we looked like the living dead that roamed in the yard of a prison disoriented and lost.
When I arrived at the military court then found that almost all the news of suicides Temporary stops young people who came to the judges concerned were in military barracks where they had no job to do.
I often visit the graves of my loved ones and every time he crosses the threshold of the cemetery remain kidnapped by the mysterious charm that emanates from this place. Sometimes I stop to read the dates that mark the life, sometimes very brief, of those faces, often unknown, which I stare as if to warn me to be a pointless existence.
Sometimes I hesitated to visit the oldest parts of that sacred place where the dust of time just glimpse the face of those people now lived more than a century ago and of which perhaps no one keeps the memory.
E 'awesome cover their faces every time trying to guess from their features the story of a life, probably filled with love and pain, a history of souls that can not be told by anyone except in eternity.
understand, then, that the only reason why we were created is to learn to love, life just because of our love will remain.

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That I Am

It was a morning in late June, if I remember correctly. We walked these same streets lived, the one next to each other without touching, just talking. You of your endless worries. And I, like my usual, I was trying to ease your thoughts. The air was heavy and the deserted area, but somewhere in some little way distance, one hears "Stay" by Jackson Browne. So suddenly, singing, you turned and without saying anything, you smiled at me. And my summer started from there. From that perfect design on your face.


(Jackson Browne - Stay)

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il mistero del dolore

Pain is a mystery, deep in the human being able to raise two antithetical responses: repulsion and solidarity.
Most of the men manifested a natural tendency to rejection of suffering, nella convinzione che la felicità consista nell’assenza del dolore.
E’ frustrante assistere al dolore disperato di chi non riesce a cogliere il senso di un malessere che conduce all’isolamento, al rifiuto della vita e, qualche volta, alla follia.
L’esistenza dell’uomo sulla terra è caratterizzata dalla più assoluta finitezza, non solo per il fatto che è destinata a consumarsi nel tempo, ma anche perché è tormentata continuamente da un’inesauribile esigenza di abbeverarsi ad un infinito che le dia senso.
Quando questo nutrimento non riesce più ad alimentare l’anima, allora, la sofferenza genera laceranti conflitti interiori, che si manifestano nel grido disperato of those who rebel pain after having tried in vain to reason: "I have received life like an open wound and have prevented the suicide to heal the scar. I want the creator, in every moment of eternity, it covers the wound. And 'who inflict the punishment, I did not deserve this torture "(Lautrémont).
There are, on the contrary, people who come to deal with the pain and hope with humility, understanding that every human event has its own intimate, often mysterious, reason for being:
"man of the areas of his heart that not yet exist and where the pain comes because they exist. "
Every phenomenon of birth, growth and maturation is accompanied by pain, a feeling which is inseparably linked to the joy and happiness: "As you dig deeper the pain, the more joy you can contain" and "when you are happy, look at the bottom of your heart and find that yesterday you suffered from what today makes you happy "(Gibran).
I can not explain the pain I have known innocent in my life.
What I know is that every time I met him on my way something inside me has changed. And
'This is perhaps the greatest mystery.

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underground or I am in between?




Lucy's underground
She's got a mouth to feed
Am I underground
Or am I in between

Lucy's
underground She's got a mouth to feed
Am I underground
Or am I in too deep


Show me love Who's got your hand on the button of
Showin' love
You've got your hand on the button of

Lucy's underground
She's never coming back
Am I still alive
Or has the life gone bad

Take me underground
Take me all the way
And bring me to the fire
Throw me into the flames

So show me love
Who's got your hand on the button of
Showin' love
You've got your hand on the button of

I would rather die
I would rather die
Than to be with you
(Phantogram - When I'm small)

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Tramacere thanks to Frank for telling them!

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is eaten up the last cigarette you

Le luci dei lampioni sono opache a causa della nebbia e la neve scende lenta ma sempre più fitta. Tra queste dita e queste unghie colorate di rosso si Plan your last cigarette consuming and mind the last glow of something that was but that will disappear in parallel with these flakes.

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evening, bright eyes leaning against a bank of the Thames

It 's the first time I'm in a big city on my own. I'm excited. I feel like when at age fourteen, in the summer, I took the train to Venice and went alone to spend the afternoon around the streets and shops, I felt curious about the movement, different from the rest of my boring city.
twenty years and I still do not suffer from anxiety. Indeed. Can I travel to Naples to hitchhike or stay all night on the floor of a train without tiring and without ever feeling out of place.
I feel uncomfortable just with friends, never with strangers. This must be the youth .(..)
After four days in London I have found a home and work, now I want to use the time remaining to me before starting to work to know the city.
begin museums, so beautiful that they make me cry. One evening, at the exit of the Tate Gallery, I write a poem entitled: "Are you in the evening, bright eyes leaning against a bank of the Thames." The beauty of London is poignant. I wander the streets hungry for galleries, theaters, shops, eager to integrate as quickly as possible. Here's what I lacked in Verona, that's how I live: no one who knows me and with so many films to choose from, to discover neighborhoods, parks, local people from all over the world to know.
(Daria Bignardi - A heavy karma)

















(London 2010-2011)

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la fine di un amore

few days ago I met a dear friend who is suffering a lot by the end of his love and I could not help but think back to the years of my university, when I too lived through the end of the first real , a great love of my life.
then I have experienced the anguish and final oblivion infinite, so well described in a famous book about contemporary biology, "Man at last knows that he is only indifferent immensity of the universe from which it emerged by chance. His duty, as his destiny is not written anywhere. "
By the time I realized, then, that feeling of emptiness depends on the mood for a fortune as a passenger, with the passage of time, gradually the life begins to fill with meaning.
The 'infinite oblivion and final "is not in fact an objective reality, since growing up as they discovered more and more clear that nothing in life happens by chance and that pruned branches of our redundant always causes a clear maturation of our personality.
There is, however, most beautiful experience in life than that of full communion between two souls in love. It is as if his entire existence, past, present and future, receive light and a sense of communion that surprising.
The world acquires meaning and beauty, extraordinary hues and incredibly varied. At the center of this universe renewed, then the soul shines radiantly in love that warms the whole environment that surrounds them. The fascination
soul in love can have on people during such a moment is irresistible when you're in love it seems that all the people chase you, because in your eyes shines a light that attracts the world surrounding you when you return to alone, however, it seems that there is no one that you noted, living proof that personal relationships the inner life is more important than the external given.
There is, however, nor anything more ephemeral of such a condition.
One moment you feel the center of the world, a moment later sink into the abyss of despair.
You have the impression, then, to have become a tiny part in the abyss of a useless and meaningless universe. Suddenly discovered abandoned by the whole creation is the most difficult moment in the life of a person. It tries, then, to stay alive at least in the thoughts of the beloved, but the implacable destiny does not escape: it is necessary to die to be reborn.
Woe to the people for whom a human love becomes the sole reason for their lives. There is no error more dangerous and irresistible, as in almost all cases it is virtually inevitable.
Human love was created to remind people that until they are on earth, the desire for happiness that dwells in his heart will never receive full fruition.

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legato alla terra

I was a bit of my days at the village in the province of Naples.
fifteen years now I live in Verona and Naples, I do not miss too much: I have a love / hate relationship with my hometown.
Every time we come back, though, I am struck by the color of the earth: the campaigns of I come, in fact, are not grown organically and tidy as is the case in the north, but they have something that I kidnaps a certain desolation that asks to be lived and breathed deeply.
E 'is my mother to begin to discover the mysteries of this land.
children and grandchildren gathered on Sunday and started the adventure, around forests, mountains and green plains.
She, moreover, had lived much of his childhood and adolescence in the midst of the campaign: on a farm just outside the village where they lived all their relatives.
grandparents worked the land and have a love for simple things. I too was a child I often went to the farm and I remember yet the spell that the country could send: the laundry hung out to dry, the hens that hopped in the farmyard, the taste of toasted corn, and the wonder of the starry sky, the fields that only you can grasp in all its grandeur .
I never forgot the land and even today, whenever I can, I return to rediscover those feelings never dormant.
Contact with nature has the extraordinary power of regeneration: I like discovering new places every time, hidden ravines, steep slopes, where no one has ever been, in the silence of the woods and listen to the voice of creation that the whispers in my ear mystery of the world.

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Three days

we were butterflies and I almost lived just three days summer, with three days so you filled them with such delights that fifty joint would never hold.
(John Keats)

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like butterflies And all dress in white. Thoughts

continued between speakers and curious eyes, mouths, these streets full of faces, a few trees now bare, reflections of the sun just lit and small items for sale. Way, enjoying the freedom and snowflakes fall slow but steady while dressed in white detail. Dressed in white from the streets crossed my thoughts that come up to you, the ancient evenings and distant music.