I do not know, maybe because I found out too late, at the ripe age of 30 years but in this life there is nothing on, nothing from which one can not ignore it seems to me that anything is absolute. Apart from not working, not Apart from the bills of the house, from mortgages, from loans, the economic problems now appear to have become the salt of our lives, no one ignores the ubiquity of some people who remember the flies on m. ..., not to disregard their feelings of guilt toward the people you care, especially to parents that sooner or later you make them like boulders weigh on your conscience, not irreparable Apart from the errors from small imperfections of reality that slowly s'ingigantiscono because of our thinking about it, no one ignores the micro sold daily to perpetrate many and that we too suffer from other, non Apart from the cost of oil, no one ignores from dinner out with friends, do not be disregarded by the people strive to endure unbearable, I would like to return one day that Mr. no one who I was before, mingling with the crowd without anyone noticing me, look out through a window and laugh at the swarm of zombies who labors under my eyes and smiling pathetically because of the swarm now I too am part ... tell someone you live the life that is beautiful and fregatene, but certainly do so but now I want to think about how sad this life is poor, fight for a living and then end up with an incurable disease that eats you from inside and maybe with yet unfulfilled dreams because life is the beating of wings that can fly away ... no matter my damn toothache, the fact of lying whenever want to do something I like and do not fall under their damned "rules" ... CIA ...
recently joined new so-called "fan" who "observe" my blog and as usual we do all of them, before examining judge, to feel first hand, to meet serious and that, of course, they know me more than than I know myself ... and then propose again a post some time ago with the aggiuntina of a song in that video in the original meaning of the words could not hit much, but if you think for a moment on ..... .
"I do not belong to any movement, and no movement is worthy to represent me. I believe in the ego and the herd or mass, the mass flattens and depersonalized. They are usually not ever with the majority, I find myself often being far from the minority. They are for individual freedoms, and are totally against the rules imposed without consulting those who later have to respect them. I have a tattoo done long ago, when having a tattoo was a symbol of imprisonment, now that it's a fad, I think scuoierò that piece of skin. I hate conformity and conformist, and I must say that anticorfomisti for bias and prejudice with a lot of me being on the balls. Shun the false security, which today seem to be the only goal. I'm a provocateur, and teases me cause someone smarter than me, I love to bring down the house of cards that are usually the foundation of our thoughts. I like the transgression, but not the exaggerated style that does not have neither intelligence nor. I'm for simplicity, knocked the details, I'm interested dystonias, I do not believe in people who never change his mind and that is consistent if not last long. Inconsistency is a clever faint hope. I love my melancholy in it as through water. I am sometimes nostalgic, but to live better without this care of the future, or rather without taking it too seriously. I live with a long latent sadness, but I'm always ready to joke and gaiety. I hang out with friends to faffing around. A beer, a game of pool, a pizza with a girl or a dinner at her house (strictly), the quiet interior of the torments I usually make the company daily. I'm passionate about architecture, one that manages to be beautiful and useful at the same time, and design, I wonder at times to set a coffee cup or a handle or a tap because I try in vain to understand why, the motivation . Sometimes instead of step 3 cm from a work of genius and I do not care highly. Listening to music in quantity, little remains in my head, even the less I like to listen, but I'm too rock for the listener or pausini ramazzotti, too metal for those who basks in the queen, too old if you play with almost maniacal dedication to the doors or hendrix or deep purple, too forward if I listen to recharge or soad disturbed or linkin. I never read criticism nor the music reviews. Wonder at the beating of a poor country or up patriots to arm and vasco are the few, perhaps unique, coming directly to my heart. I'm in love art! I was lucky enough to see pictures of the scope of Manet, Van Gogh, Klimt or sculptures by Canova, are indelibly imprinted in my mind, I have seen crazy crap that some call Modern Art. Dali or Duchamp or Pollock, despite the efforts of art and their intelligence, they will never reach the artistic and intellectual life of Picasso or Matisse. When I look at a picture the first question is not why, but something tells me I might, for some, remain standing there for hours. I read a lot, and What is of great use to me, I dispose of stress and anxiety and relaxes me a lot. Of course I do not read all bore me to death the majority of contemporary authors, they lack that spark which is used in the authors of the past. Discounts, banal, mediocre almost all the novels of love, and those of the same horror. My life unfolds through two conflicting feelings, the enormous fear of a desire to settle and the perpetual anguish of having to prove my worth to someone. I do not believe in any god and certainly not in the hierarchies of power called religions. I believe in some things said and put in place by a few men, few, who historically have had more than 300 god. But I also believe that when I'm old I'll believe you because the only thing I will do. My ambition is totally indifferent to work, said Oscar Wilde Ambition is the perfect retreat for the bankrupt! I admire people who can be totally immersed in the famous streets without fear of destruction, and I bow to those who, having lost everything in life (family with parents) managed to get up stronger than before and continue on his way achieving noble goals. I love the sunset because, even if it is a symbol of painful memories, it serves to remind me that I must go on, forever! There was a time I believed that money was everything, and I have pursued this road almost to the end, then There was a person who pulled me out of that situation, pulling hard and incomprehensible at the time. This person I have almost everything .... the philosophy, psychology are served, but if I had not had this person would be in vain. I took the job as a direct action alone can live with dignity, life is not work ... someone said that we are looking for a spiritual entity 'earthly experience ... well I could almost think that we took into full, if I had to think about the last days of my life. Well there is a phrase that often .... I know poet, philosopher, I know, I know ... pussy! Ke I think best sums up my personality .. "
Return with down to earth, realistic, cynical and pessimistic. I tried to be different, optimist, dreamer, reality nothing strikes me repeatedly with his fists and makes me ko. I tried to be the one that goes its own way following his dreams .... nada de nada. Someone in my head says you must come to terms with his own nature, with the problems you face every day with people who seem to frequent have you understood and they have not got a dick .... Everyone does as he wishes, why should I abide by the unwritten rules, then I find myself with the past, I have not listened to any and all now supposed to be the docile ....
And I continue to sink in you, despite everything, can sink without breath, without the possibility of salvation without the possibility of redemption. The bad for excellence is now grappling with a good that gives it a hard thing and I must say that I am tired, I become exhausted, exhausts me but makes me feel alive, makes me feel the blood pulsing through my veins in my heart .... raptures at 20 km altitude and then fall into the bowels of the earth is a feeling that makes you realize how important it is for me ... slow bleeding for hours and then realize that the wounds heal in an instant, disappear, or you smile for your word is sweet to die ...
