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Hypnotised ... Wake! Wake up!

hypnotized ... More and more it seems that we move as a zombie in search of ourselves ... we know what we want, but we are afraid to believe because others do not think like us ... we do not rebel for fear of shame and manipulate us ... especially without being noticed. We have no thoughts which belong to us ... they are driven by television and newspapers ... but we are the result of our deep thinking ... our level of consciousness is very low ... are machines and batteries like in the movie "Matrix ". The ideas of Orwell in "1984" (see link on the right refer to the book) about a world ruled by one nation politically globalized and controlled (the idea of \u200b\u200bBig Brother who controls everything is his!) Is close, very close We are here ... now ... and not even realize it.

We woke up the TV and tells us something, as it happens in the book ... our anger is sublimated by violent programs, our thirst for justice to be pseudo-political programs and talk shows where they pretend to speak ... you can really make fun of the politician, even the Premier on its height and the heel of his shoes, but you can not say anything about his "hypothetical" economic and political intrigues.

Eventually you can become the "stars" and remain untouchable. You do not go to jail even if you kill three people. Culture and hypocritical Catholic ... the solution ... is to think of something else ... what you really want ... ... then comes everything "does not belong to my world this sucks ... I just want this. .. "here and express the desire ... and if your desire is beyond this Garbage will not be a problem, if you truly want, and get healthy the people of puffins! We must learn not to complain, but to direct the thinking about what they like and feel good. They ... they did ... and they're better than you and me ... for now! They need to sheep and mass ... this is their idea of \u200b\u200bgood ... and strong young man who paid jobs face, humiliating, alienating and heavy ... say ... "I am a sheep" is already a step more ... began to do something may arise and to stir from the bottom, where you feel that boils rinhiusa dusty and your whole fucking life! Slave labor ... and die Curved ...!!!

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Together ...

solution there. Abandon prejudices. Free. Love. But this does not work. Whether a test or what is life? We often forget that he runs away and takes very little. We take care of body and soul. And we can be sure of something. The more we advance on the path farther we get from others. Take your life and wanting to do what you want. In a magma of uncertainties, in a morass of doubt. You walk with him a lot, heavy, full of experiences. We meet the first and who did not recognize it now is recognized. And vice versa. Greetings mentioned, a thin smile stalled. Tragic choice, detached yet ready to participate. With everyone. Many still do not recognize that life is good and make those useful things, but basically illusory, their own chain. They form the world with their laws and their ideas. And, targeted by all sides, the seed that wants to bloom in another life will find it difficult to grow. But just look at the signals on their way and recognize the places and people around the world that you wanted. Thanks for the little got and use it as a brick on which still continue to build the castle which was already known to be paper. A tough mental workout awaits those who want change. Meanwhile, close the TV, so do not say anything! Do not listen to anyone who is not in line with what one wants to strive for. Readings can help, even paranoid, but woe if they contain such elements. Listening and speaking. Communicate and act. Believe in themselves, without shame. Align with the self. There are many people that is our friend. And we do not aware of it. Cultivate healthy friendships. The bag will become heavier, the more twisty road, in moments of solitude, however, will not be alone. Just feel the pain in my shoulder and remember the friend or lover. And, fantastic, they will remember me. It'll be my individual path, but I have not done in isolation. Thanks.

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Here we are finally here ...

Here we are finally here ... who would have thought!
I wonder what the bookmakers popular ...
The path to here has not been undertaken of the simplest
... ... as an Olympic final in the 110 hurdles, even if the departure is not the best you have time to recover obstacle after obstacle. The last were the worst, seemed higher than others, but with much sweat and especially a lot of good will, the goal is to close them now. With Michèle

you've tried to follow in the thesis ... but as everyone knows the unexpected are always around the corner ...

A special thanks to all those who in recent years have dealt with this adventure with me, without support of all of you I would not have ever made. Checco, although sometimes you had your nose in reality you have always been one of the most available, Lucio, such as forgetting your perfect sniper shots, had no rival, Greg, thanks for your pearls of wisdom, have made these years more enjoyable , about what was the name of Pascal? ... , Claudio, how many laughs we have made together in discussing any, Fulvio, and with your facial expressions and your strokes even the sun made the most boring days, Daniel, when it becomes loose cannon were unbeatable, but after all you would not be Was it you, Chicca, Paola, Elena, thank goodness that you were there to give a little 'presence women, to make life more human in Bovisa; Paolone and Sara, you have shared with me the labors of the last tests, Luke, thanks for the exciting discussions motoring tifavi pity only that the Kraut.

Thanks Ale, you were with me until the last in this adventure together after having passed all these tests and have taken with me to develop this thesis. After all, unity is strength, right? Maybe you're the one who has known me most of all, you've tried hard to make up for all my shortcomings and the subjunctive in English, but unfortunately you've striven for nothing.

Thanks to Teo, Marco, Fabio, the best teammates I ever had, even in difficult times you were always there to support me.

The biggest thanks goes to you, of course, Mom and Dad, you gave me permission to address this wonderful trip, and my sister, Catia, I've endured all these years. Thanks Jolanda grandmother you'd be happy if I were still here with us.

Many thanks to all of you, this goal is a little 'thanks to you.


Lele

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A long journey comes to an end

A long journey comes to an end.
But every goal is a new beginning and new roads have become space horizon. Even if you do not know where I will know that you who have accompanied me this far do not miss it.
And now I want to thank you, you who are still there, the ones that when you're up give you a boost. You who were there when they needed in their own way, in small and big problems, but also to share good times and carefree. With Michèle

that despite your reckless life you tried to follow in the thesis.

But the thought now goes to my team, those who were there to come to terms, to swear up and pass the double integral missing answer the examination in office, even if wrong ... Thanks
Kekko that while you are out of the beast you really are soft inside. Thanks to Claudio and Daniele for Pearls of wisdom and moments of extreme superficiality, though often difficult to distinguish. Thanks Fulvio, Lucio and Greg for the covering fire in Mogadishu and the boat races in Valencia. Sara Paolone and I have supported and endured in the preparation of the last examinations. And finally, Lele, who have shared with me until the last meter that goal, and you taught me important things in life as Smudge in Photoshop and the High + Stamp ... But I am not even able to teach a language, even the ' Italian
... And a big hug is dedicated to Paola and Chicca, that whilst you are away my heart I feel you near.

And do not forget some friends of a lifetime, you who still waiting for the day when I grow a beard ... Elisa, Elena and Luca, Beppe, Geronte and Laura, when you need I know I can count on you.

And finally a special dedication to my biggest fans! There have always been and always will be my next. Without you none of this, nor what will be possible. Always supporting my choices, trying to understand them and share them, I have guided and supported in every way from birth. Of course I'm talking about you, and PapàGiorgio MammaMarina, my parents. What I am now I owe you in particular. And a big kiss for you grandma Mary who will bear all!
I love you!

Ale

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Because I'm an engineer ...

A bit 'of auoironia ...

Because I'm an engineer I break my balls

Because I'm an engineer I have the mental flexibility of a granite wall

Because I'm an engineer I am right and you're wrong Because I'm an engineer

things you can do in only one way. My!

Because I'm an engineer is not all that engineering and fucked

Because I'm an engineer I am the best

Because I'm an engineer you have to do the things I tell you, when I say I say and especially how I. What, you're the boss ... Oh shit! But no matter, because you are not an engineer. What do you mean 'fired'? I graduated, even enrolled at. The middle school I took many years ago, years of hard study before becoming, finally, an engineer, which she is not. What does' the fuck out ????' Out of what? And how long? And those are the balls? What size? What color? ...

Because I'm an engineer precision is everything

Since I am an engineer's imagination ... the Fantaci? is an orange?

Because I'm an engineer I have not read a book in my life. Once an engineer is, what to know more?

Because I'm an engineer on the cover of the washing machine hose

Since I am an engineer today are too busy to fix the washing machine hose

Because I'm an engineer if the washing machine after I've repaired does not work, it means that designed it wrong. Surely it was not an engineer.

Because I'm an engineer, the only thing that matters is 'how much?'

Because I'm an engineer I do not ever wonder why ... because even if I'd asked, I would not be an engineer

Because I'm an engineer not an idiot

Because I'm an engineer the right man for you is me, then that type of spring Bocconi

Because I'm an engineer, the 'last word to me

Because I'm an engineer I do not need a calculator (I am not sure to be engineer)

Because I'm an engineer, the position of this night I decide, take a more polar coordinates in greek means

Because I'm an engineer I have no social life and I can prove mathematically

know perfectly vector calculus, but I do not remember how to do a division by hand

Because I'm an engineer chuckle every time I hear of Centrifugal Force

Because I'm an engineer I know every single function of the graphing calculator

Because I'm an engineer when I look in the mirror, I see a degree in Engineering

Because I'm an engineer if the outside is beautiful and there are 30 degrees, I'm home to work on the computer

Because I'm an engineer frequently whistle the tune of Mac Gyver

Because I'm an engineer study for the exams on Saturday evening

Because I'm an engineer to derive the flow of water from the tank bath and integrate the required volume of the ingredients are roasted chicken

As an engineer I think mathematically

Because I'm an engineer I figured that the Serie A championship diverges for A sufficiently large

Because I'm an engineer if I try not to fix objects too, because I fear to interfere with their wave functions are

As an engineer I have a cat as a scientist

Because I'm an engineer I laugh at jokes about mathematicians

Because I'm an engineer is being sought by the Animal Control because I tried the experiment of Schrödinger cat on your

Because I'm an engineer directly translate Italian in binary format

Since I am an engineer I try to move as little as possible in order not to contribute to the entropic death of the Universe

Because I'm an engineer does not consider any other course too easy scientific

Because I'm an engineer I take as a working hypothesis that a horse can approach a sphere to simplify the accounts

laugh Because I'm an engineer at least five points on this list

As an engineer I have a copy of this file, and the public on my blog ...


EVVA LELE, in a month we are also engineers!

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When Claudia ... and the manual does not come from buildings

Hello, the heart of a fairy!
Ready? I hope so. Because today is Friday. On Friday
must be covered. We are flying on top of the sky. Every hope and every dream come alive. Everything is done. And the world becomes one wonder.
I have something for you. I think you will be very useful.
E 'manual for a swim bag.
Your Friday starts as follows. Not bad right?
Catch it, and begins to read it. If you are in possession of a magic book like this, it means that you have a big problem. But quiet. We are here to solve it. The
swim bag, for a swimmer is everything.
Remember when one day you happen to encounter one.
It 's always an exact representation of his character. Of his personality. Of his feelings. Of his trouble.
If you know a person well, and enters into possession of his luggage, you will be spontaneously exclaim: "It could be different from this!"
grabs. The raised. The look. If you are not willing to throw it, it means that the bag you considered worthy. You will have some reticence. You do not seem right. But you open.
Again, it is still in your hands you just because she considers worthy. The
zip slides. You will be surrounded by a cloud, which is manifested by a strong smell and the edge of annoying. It will not be annoying to you. In fact, you may even like.
's the representation of the item. Water.

The Plantronics.
And 'the only thing that shows itself when the swimmer in the water. E 'illusion. The red herring. And there for those who do not go beyond appearances. Who will stop the cap, has no soul.
And now I find you. But I have no doubt.
If you are still here, does not mean that I was wrong.

will find a towel.
Not a bathrobe. The swimmer has never cold, and never needs to dry. He just needs to cover himself. The water is always on him, and he does not like liberasene.

slippers.
Useless. A swimmer has her feet on the tile worst in the world. It 's still alive. E 'screen. But if you always carry.
Mom has always put them to him in the bag. And in cases like these are all traditions.

fins and paddles. The
you hold in your hand. Close your eyes. Sentarai the screams. E 'effort to take home. The swimmer hate them. They are bulky and heavy.
But when it's on the block, and is ready to go, would like to have him.
United as one with his hands and feet.

Certainly there will be two costumes.
Why two? Why is an old one, that for which it is still worthwhile. What memories, and the greatest satisfaction. That worn, loosen the elastic. It will be black. As are the clothes of great evening. The swimmer always keeps it up. It keeps him under. And 'the last bastion. The armor against fatigue. The second
. It will be flashy. In the water to be surprised. In water they have to see. With two costumes
the swimmer's all. Perfect. It is also heavier. And it should exercise it.

will find the goggles.
will be the easiest you've ever seen. They will not have anything special. Indeed you seem strangely gaunt and empty. Assembled with recycled materials. No sucker. Absolutely nothing special. Will in your opinion the actual instruments of torture. Not so. You will understand and grasp. The eyes of those who own this stock are protected from them.
're grabbing a magical instrument. Once worn, the swimmer is safe. It is safe in its most important part: The heart. Why
goggles will protect the only access. If they are wet
means that those who have used them next. And his heart is still the same.

In water, as in life ... arms, legs and head out.
A hug.
Claudio.

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illusion but real ...

It remains suspended. Attached only to hope. One to which you want to believe tenaciously. To which you morbid attachment. Obsessively. Otherwise it would be in mourning. The prorpio. Then necessarily exist. Must exist. In any form. As God as human potential. As revenge. How I hate. As love. The mind gets used to believe that there is a ground on which to rest your feet firmly. And the search. Everywhere. But if it had trouble finding it. Do not recognize him. "No." say. "This can not be happiness! No. That was not my hope! I shook dreams, climbed mountains, I was alive. I flew in the sky." Instead it's all here. So!?

stripped of all clothing when you're not normal. But when you lose hope, nothing more is normal. The clothes fit well but not like anymore. Then it is normal to undress and remain empty. Do not fill more than gold and silver. It must be the hope. Always. To me unless you are strong enough to recognize any sense and move on without meaning to. Unless you rely only on brute laws of this world and not look elsewhere improvements. Remain anchored to the ground and not look at the sky. The point is that you get older and my back is curved down. It will be increasingly difficult to look at the sky. But keep hope alive. Hope to see everything a little better. And he resists until you come to a puddle of water with a stick that helps us to walk and see reflected there, in that putrid puddle once again the sky. From the tears of God falls and stagnant watch the colors of the rainbow. And though disappointed by life, still so full of bitter memories, we will not have the courage to use his stick to strike the puddle splashing and standing water. We become intoxicated once again that image even if dirty and worn. Because human beings are attracted to the illusions. If you turn off the light, we become just a machine. To live we use everything and everyone. Bitter truth.

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When Claudio writes for many ... but not for all

Good evening, noble souls. Or rather, good night!
's me. The minstrel who sings in his own way, the stories of your beautiful lives.
Farewell? There are maybe missing?
With a bit of selfishness, I hope so. Because you, me, you missed a Friday night.
What wonderful feeling: the pen that has been soaked in ink flows over a virgin parchment
driven by my strong hand.
A shiver runs a zigzag slalom on my back.
I'm back here with you. I'm writing again.

I returned to talk to me.
This evening I will be alone on the stage of our great theater. Nothing
deaf percussion orchestra, and no scenery-trees with toilet off the premises. Tonight
your imagination will only be channeled by my words.

My story, soup moments in order, beginning with a Sunday evening. One Sunday
quite agitated. That afternoon
Inzaghi and Kaka had decided to make me understand what a championship would go sweaty.
Roma three points, and some ghosts who wanted so much to reappear.
the evening, wonderful, in your company. Bars
the Gourmet's Lair. Rho. As always.
I come home, and a message flies on me.
A girl would have passed under my house to collect them.
In every sense.
got into the car. I look at her intently.
It 's you. The Silvia. My Silvia.
My classmate belonging to one of my distant past. The
girl who once wished very close, but I could not and wanted to have with me Asthe I had not felt ready for such a great responsibility.
I was aware that such a feeling at that age I could have torn, so I decided not believe it.
Immediately, even before it could be.
Dropping everything into a limbo of words that I wanted to say but I never said. Moments that I would have liked, but I never had.
I decided not to run after her, when she, perhaps hoping that I did, taken a different path from mine.
I gave her. And until recently I was convinced that life giving me the same reason.

In my mind, however, is always This was a thought.
Fortissimo, uncomfortable and dangerous.
gave me The feelings that clashed loudly with the life that I possessed and I felt perfect. I tried to fight it
flattening. Avoiding any possible contact with her.
In eight years I have scarcely ever heard from him. If not the odd message.
It was a fabulous find everything. Certainly not a limit.
was the past. It had to be just that.
But sometimes fate had fun with me.
I happened to meet her very often without him neither she nor I had anticipated.
randomly. Unbelievable. Irrational.
On the train, restaurants, university, shopping center, on the premises Milan, the concert Vasco.
How many people I met in my life? How many of those attending my own posts?
Why all this happened to me only with her? The

met everywhere. And always in a very short time and quota in which I found myself alone. I
embarrassment and terror more complete.

Plus, sometimes, that thought: "What would have happened if ..."

The Silvia came back after time immemorial in front of me.
His eyes. Incredibly unique in their elusive color.
His lips. To design a smile that fills my heart.

Yes, her lips. Those lips.

The first I ever kissed ...

She had just emerged from a difficult situation.
He was living the storm thanks to you I had just passed.
Both have a strong desire to speak to us, but above all to listen.

My recent past but had not yet been completely defeated.
My wounds were still open. I lived
evil, in complete distrust of love, and then life itself.
In my busy life, with zero moments of rest and denouncing his free time that I was forced to stop and think.
Remember ... I never wanted to go to bed ...

After the first time we met Sylvia and I as much as possible.

Sereno at any time. Always with the feeling of being left with the same person that I had lost long ago.
But this time I felt in myself a maturity and wholeness of mind that almost ten years of life you give.
Next to her I felt it started to feel different.

My recent past did not give me confidence.
I did not want to believe.
So to exacerbate this belief drew to you and myself a situation much worse than it really was.
It was as if I was afraid to show nudity.
But your words

AleBerta: "How can a rock stem the sea, you'll see ... "
Dani: "Invite Colico, it'll tell you ... "
Matt: " Do not rush. ... Let "

leave little room for lying to my short legs.

has upset my life. Canceling my stupid beliefs.
Struck by foundations.
Not all situations are created equal.
The past must help you improve your future, not to limit it.

took her to Genoa, to the inclusion of the state exam in the afternoon we went to Alassio and the day after the race I went Gallarate as strong as ever in my life. Although I had only trained for a fortnight in a year.
I arrived in Strasbourg, where for the first time I heard it might be wonderful irrational affinity between two people.
After a second day in Alassio, at the end of June, we decided it was time to finally become inseparable ...

And this is what we are now inseparable ... finally.

do not know my future, although I have a vague idea.
I will live every day with a smile that I found, with a new-found strength to fight the dark moments that await me ... hoping to always have you by my side, to remind me what I was.

My eyes are again turned on. It's me. Always.

Claudio.

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(girls and a karaoke machine, it disappears when he starts to sing the title!)

What are you doing? Cazzeggiano
What are you doing? Parking
You have a purpose? A bang
Where are you? And as the Tana
thrombi? Shortly
Put your tongue? After
What's your point? Less hair than before, but not bald.

What do you think? Shrimp
What is your State? Immense. But
of 50? One and a half
And for the dead? Compared
And the dead? There is no mention
laugh at me, you, of who has the handle springs

like me I've got soft
long long long long time Just
long long long long long long long long time

long long long long time You

trumpet? Fucking.
But he was single? He
the boy and gave it to? I think. Only
front? Not behind!
I laugh at me, you, who like me has a soft handle and wrong


long long long long long long long long long time

long long long long long long long long long time


What do you do ? Vivo.
When I sleep? I write.
And the butterflies? A swimming
And she looking for? Empty
What is love? Inside.
What is love? Behind.
Beyond Mom? Repp. And
volvo ... your jams!
Are you happy? Sometimes. You
distractions? Many.
and health? Good.
And your volvo ... din!

What do you like? Wrong.
Between saying and doing? The sea.
What do you like? Wrong.
Between saying and doing? The sea ....

And with that ... Happy holidays to all
By AleBerta

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I have no words ... What kind of

Those times that you have nothing to say. Because they often have much to say. And you remain silent because those words are the soul. And it's better to shut up. It is not the empty words that does not. But Conversely, too much desire for fullness. That is consumed in a life that continues to turn. And suddenly, in spite of our programs, is there. And you have nothing to say. That sun as we wanted, the life that we so hoped to have those feelings that we so longed for is right here beside us, and we do not aware of it. Why look further, and we always yearn for something more. A super life, a super success, a super love. Basically we are not super. Everything is simple do not want it. And despite saying the contrary we too are attracted by appearance. From the beautiful cars, the clothes "to" more than the people who wear it. Because we have not more be. Or rather we want to be but through having. It 's a tough fight with ourselves. It 'hard work ourselves. I wish I had the strength to not burdened with all that is material. Because in the end I know I did not bring anything with me but the experiences that marked my life and which directed me to another life to achieve liberation from the cycle. But the world requires us to submission. And our thirst for freedom, but we feel that, it turns off. In this age where everything is heavy values \u200b\u200balso have the weight of iron and texture of butter. Increasingly far from human. Yet someone resists because he feels he does not belong to this rotten world. But a spoonful of pitch to ruin a barrel of honey (quote from a book critical of Russian). And just an advertisement on TV to pollute our lives closely affected by each side. And if there is no escape from some entity will not be over our heads. But what happened to us .. we do it?!

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...!!!

Wars for religion. Wars with a meaning. Non-profit associations. No global. Systems for peace. In addition to flags. A dog chasing its tail. It 'better to be without God than not having one for which their lives. And we are all able and ready to talk peace. In reality, our bowels, which are home to rot the soul, encourage us to make atrocities. Even in thoughts. But it is not always or only our fault. We say that the world and what's on for thousands of millennia?! Too many contradictions and too many falsehoods told forever and ever now to believe in the words of salvation, love and solidarity. I no longer believe in none of our fellows. Do not trust ourselves even in ourselves at times. Better a non-sense that make sense to ideological or pseudo-ideological wars. It kills for religion! A contradiction. And yet accepted and perpetuated over the centuries. It promises peace and justice and solidarity. Then he three times denies. I do not think the children who die in Africa or the children without water and without food in the world. Trivial. They are not as good. Become cynical and not budget more weight without my suffering and my pain. From what can come!? From this and not just and only that. I go down to the bottom. I see. Too busy to follow my business I do not care of others. And the others too busy to follow their business do not care about me. Without hypocrisy. This is our world and its rules. We do not expect change unless we change. Why wait for the good of others before they can offer me?! What sense does it say, "What a world of shit!" When I allow myself to beat him or not I intend to Enhance? Selfishly, if I improve my life who would benefit would be around for a new energy. I would even good! But no. Down to complain. Because we are not of those that we adapt to the law of the world! No! We are the ones we do not want war, we want peace! Yet we complain that there is no peace. So what? The build day by day. Of course! At least we're good with words! Yet among many people really are yearning for this wicked world. Really strives and seeks to make important choices in line with his right and good thinking. But no one wants to notice it. Because we are afraid of a person with strong ideas of healthy and virtuous. It seems an alien. It does not belong to mankind. Now the race is extinct. If you ever existed!

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When the sun does not illuminate ...

Gradually the impact. That rising sun does not illuminate more. Coast to continue to breathe. It is thought that a job that meets a fairy-tale love story might change. But it is not. The joy fades. E 'else what gives what we call happiness. But what? It seems a blissful ignorance! The path from birth to death must have meaning, a meaning. The dark moments and should have a dark aspect of light. If life has no meaning because we have to look absolutely absurd sense. Otherwise our spirit evaporates and there is nothing but dirty stinking guts. But this meaning to be to be able to live where we can find it?! What is it?! But most fail to sustain us when everything becomes dull, sad and hopeless?! Our roots will anchor stable?! Indeed, my choice has been right? This perpetual uncertainty, the symbol of the human being, because thrown into a hostile world, will be filled?! It 's true that the safety and comfort rather than encumbers us break free! What I feel deep inside? A voice that tells me something strong to follow, but, coward, I can not follow it. The flee. Helplessness and disillusionment. This sad reality that faces me. Yet I follow my path. Convinced that I'll find a way to do for me. Along which to say: "Here at last are on the right track." So so that everything I've experienced before, especially the dark and anger imploded and deconstructive, acquire meaning. That way I know that now. See especially experiment. Nothingness, emptiness. Poor conditions, but not eternal. Have a sense of the absurd, fills the void of possibility. Why is the wretched human being, and always will be. But there is a sense, a meaning exists. And I'm here to try to understand and above all experience it. Come, even if the point of death. And I'll be there. For me today the sun is not laughing, and everything is sucked into the vortex of nothingness. Well I let it go. I let myself be sucked in, I know that sooner or later I'll find myself. Why hold the secret of life, poor and humble. Why only if they are nothing and only if I can be all empty and I can be filled by all.

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desire and reality.

I'm reading a book. "My Name is Red" by Orhan Pamuk. Author turkish. "It summarizes a discussion that continues today in the Islamic world, torn between modernity and tradition." Two old miniatures are in contrast. One wants to press ahead with the old and traditional way of making art. The other wants to be inspired by European masters. The vivacity of the images, the uniqueness of the image. The portrait of the person and not the idea of \u200b\u200bthe person. The drawing of the horse and not the idea of \u200b\u200bthe horse. There is a murder and a love story. And even a sentence, half the book, it struck me: "Before he died, no one can understand that, as in the world of the dead body without a soul is a source of true happiness, among the living, the greatest happiness is a body soulless. " You may not agree. In reality, the soul can be invisible in that place where they are discharged choices, regrets, joys and sorrows. This tank zozzure and happiness that we call so he can torment a body that feels wild and basic needs. In contrast, once dead, it is hoped to be ethereal only fly in the sky without being weighed down by a body that requires meat. The idea and matter. Maybe. But we must think about the intermingling of both. A manifestation of the other and vice versa. A continuous search for balance. May seem separate, in reality can be combined. Indeed be just one thing. It affected the same way and life choices. Indeed, a man without a soul is an animal. A 'man with no soul is without virtue. Yet within us desire the one separate from the other. Although we live in contrast and in the union and we know that it will not, then we would imagine that this is liberation. At least after death. But I would not want to be here on earth with no soul. Otherwise life will go on without consciousness. Because basically what gives us joy of life is the consciousness of a pain. In our inherent and inalienable. Inevitable. Life is a mystery that can not be programmed. Sometimes the unexpected. An absurd incident that can make blind or crippled. And I am no longer me. Everything changes because I change. And the strength to carry on where I find it? Some crazy, some not. Continue to live, now disabled, even enticing and supporting others to live. And I think, "Why complain, considering the increasingly unsatisfactory life? I have the view, walk, everything is fine! And I'm sick." But do not you realize that you are bad at all. And we want to look at the strength of these people and understand their secrets. It 's just a mental point of view. Because many are left instead to go into depression or madness to come. Unbearable pain, but not eliminated. And 'here. With us forever. It will never be separated.

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Fear and life. Inseparable.

you wait too long at times. Impatience grows. The fear of being suspended is all I breathe. It does not warn of a sudden. It is a bolt from the blue. That deprives us of strength and makes us look down. More of what we wanted, more than I would have imagined existed. Surrounded by many and too many people want nothing more than being alone. Nothing can console. So all that remains is to wait that long it friends again. And in the meantime, live as if life there should still reserve a big surprise. This wonder of tomorrow in which one must believe. Otherwise, after the sudden could find yourself helpless and disoriented. After chilling experiences back on its feet will never be the same. A phoenix risen. New blood coursing through his veins. A new kind of strength and a new awareness has been gained. The tragedy becomes a tragedy of optimism. You have not fought a human being, the fight was not a person. But with something beyond ourselves. You always lose. Why did you leave something behind that you will return. But the test has been passed in any case. Now we can also stay with humans because we know what race we are. There has uncovered a deep secret. A secret that it is better to conceal. Yet the horror is life. And lust for life. Yet we are afraid. And too much. We appreciate the benefit and taste that can have a cup of cold water only after being forced into a long strenuous prolonged drought. The lack in life is forever. Does not fill the void. The burning of eternity is not quenched. We are here and now in preparation for the final farewell, a new beginning. For a new adventure. We whisper about, yet they are in, that's not all. Return. It will always be a failure, a sudden, a horror to live up to when we can soar beyond man. Experience calling on experience fears and gasps. All the time. Hide behind comfortable lives can be a temporary solution. Beginning of life is terrible, but life itself requires it. And fortunately we can count on our fears that drive us to create links while others break it. And this love which has no words or definitions, which combines body and mind embraces everything and everyone! Bandita reason in this area. Yet lurking there peeps. Do not you know tomorrow. The beauty and the awesome life together. And you want to understand this life that escapes. Often in time to experience it to understand it escapes. And so it's good enough. There is a time for everything. Comes. And this hope becomes certainty. We are all naked. Especially the more clothes between us. We want freedom, but we still live in the cradle. Have the courage to choose this force. Only saints and idiots, the insane and the homeless are able to surrender to life. Why not have this power, because they are so vile? Means compromise clouded truth, transfigured measures confuse us. Mechanisms of self-preservation we hold in your choices. But the scaffolding created may break at any moment. And then we need more certainty. The sudden approaches. Begins to take shape. The ground begins to boil. And wear sunglasses. Of course I'm afraid, but I hope use of it. And I always ask for help myself and others. Seeking to win the pride and all that weighed me down. But it is hard, very hard. And that's just a bet that is not certain. This is only a feeling. Maybe I should listen more to my right!? And push it so extreme as to be rediscovered emotion?! It would spark this clash?! And if you are looking for enlightenment!?

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... but only in the company ...

It requires strength. And do not miss! Courage. And we also crazy! Convenience ... far too much, to be considered dreamers hardcore! Yet we are the grains of sand. Which, fortunately or not can be the sun or sucked by the current. If "Fortuna Imperatrix Mundi" we will be the world! We want the challenge, to die of hunger, with no one to protect us, no one to comfort us. We are naked before the world. And even more. Before men! These beings who give us more security and more they want to receive! A philosopher-philologist dear to me because of its enormous sensitivity said that the more the taxes of a house are closed the more its residents are friendly and willing! Mad men who believe! All human beings are suffering. And suffering from something. We want to define it by force?! Schizophrenia. Anxiety. Hypochondria. Bipolarity. Masochism. Perversion. No one is healthy. Only animals! Only those beings without spirit! We worry about how to act, how to direct our lives. Of our security strengthened. The boyfriend / girlfriend, wife / husband. We are confident because we have ... this ... and yet ... ... what happens that day, that hour, that minute that makes us "slaves" or "parts" of someone. Belonging to someone! We do not want anyone to know our weaknesses. Yet we confess. At all! And most of all to him / her. E 'therefore becomes my / mine. He belongs to me. He knows me. I can not help it. And 'love ?!?!?!? Here shoot me. Here it is not. What I feared! By choice. Constraint. What do I do? The world was collapsing! What supports me? Find something? Son / a. Friend / a. Jesus / Madonna. I / still you ... MORE!. Who am I? Who are you? A grain of sand that is volume? Or a grain of sand engulfed by the tide? How many people !!!... I knew how many I have never been able to forget?! Even those who have not given me a straight ... especially those who have not given me a straight !!!... I still see the sun ... tomorrow ...!!! As long as I live ... I want to know ... And being of all ... because only then will I! Only then will I really feel good about myself ... I want a hand to hold forever!

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Ask not what your country can do for you ... ask what you can do for your country! I believe that we should first recognize themselves in a country. And then decide. If I recognize myself in a country need not choose either one or the other thing. If the country puts on the high values \u200b\u200bthat are close to all people and seeks to protect then you need not have to ask for anything. If, however, puts up values \u200b\u200bthat are close to all men, and although it does not say to protect then you need to clamor for something. What there is to take more of jerks. Gullible. It must be said enough. Do understand. Prove it and show it if necessary. Recover our dignity and arm ourselves to the will and belief. And do not suffer the magma of social pessimism. Blocking and forces us to not act as we think. A country that does not respect us does not deserve our respect. A friend who does not respect us is no longer our friend. Become someone who no longer want to recognize. Again, however, is not an enemy. Remains neutral. But if this ex-friend insists that their claims do not go on the attack neutral indifference. To reject it. It would become an enemy. A country that is friendly and helps us not asking us if necessary. For a country that respects us what we are asked to measure. We build on a friendship. We're fine. A state that does not keep citizens is no longer a state. You do not recognize anyone in it. We do not have a leader or leaders to refer to. What are you towing flowing horizons. Our foundations are gone. I still believe that the first article of our constitution so recite: "Italy is a Republic founded on work." It can not be absolutely without foundation to build a house. Let us live where many people are good inside as a family, to the point that made you cry: "The house we are". Who wants to live in a house that does not exist? Who would be happy once again promises, false hopes, we want the spirit of Grace, consider once again a reality? Who would be happy to pay all the bills and all the privileges of those who live in the meantime on the upper floors and tells us that all is well? Who would settle for this low quality of life? When it comes to hunger and we will have big eyes bloodshot and I'll burn this house with all her housemates. The good ones and bad ones. But they know how to keep good. Sometimes we will throw a few bones. We will try to grab putting poor dogs against each other. One time, I will satisfy me, once you. And thanks for the donation. Supreme Social intelligence! Once again, we bow. Lowering the body also our intelligence. Our strength. Our dignity. Our self-esteem. Our life. But there is someone. It will come out soon. And I am more and more people to feed. And more and more eager donors. There is a hint of revolution. Come from above or below. By up or down. But it will not change us if we do not want. Little help in the change. We make our choices responsibly. If you are tired show it. Each following his thought. We are not afraid. Are you tired of "doing" for your country then you're pissed off too! What do you think? Do you agree?!

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heartened to know that we are not crazy! Not too we find that instead of puppets! Goods. Cans. Rubbish. Given to power games. So what we need to do?! Most rely on the holy words spoken with austere dignity, others lend themselves to games because they enjoy it, let others do because it's better to be comfortable and warm, assured, that without a land, security, dress, gold chains. Who is aware of his life and his fears can do whatever he wants. It can improve it or not. Decide whether to live in chains or free. And frightened of choice. The world and men can give us what we want and desire. Maybe we just afraid to be happy with what we feel. And slowly we move away from the desires and cultivate safety. But the dream remains, and will not let our soul. In the deep looks and will look good. We are not allowed to see rosy prospects. Why do we have the stolen. So what's left to do?! Wait for others to improve or start am MPROVING ourselves?! We work on our mistakes, our shortcomings. We have no war between us. Rispettiamoci more like humans. And no kidding. We build our education is not paying attention to what you want us to become. We are not cannon fodder ... show it first to ourselves. Then show it to our leeches. We will close as shells to protect us in this cruel world. One holds the strongest in the family. We always try to be smarter than the other. Missing love in the world. There are only cool links, computers, convenient. They do not believe any more. We risk becoming all the many small islands in the middle fatal to the sea. But no human being can be an island ... who said this?! Deserted island alone and is not a happy oasis. Talking only to ourselves, to think only of ourselves not only makes us even more puppets, but also crazy! And more and more suspicious, wary, sick. Off. Empty island where even the sun is to warm up. We are puppets and crazy smart, we will end this!

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Who wants be happy, there is no certainty of tomorrow!

We are back to square one. Underground passions. Miserable human beings. Stardust in my heart. But not all is bright. You have to be careful. Today more than ever. In the War of the weak. Noticed and cats. Not out of fear that someone will judge. But for fear that they can take advantage of us. Of our goodness. Our openness of mind. Become raw and we move away from the laws of the heart. It will be a test! What we as a reward? Everything we believe can save us. Love, the realization professional knowledge. Music, literature. The goal is short, but sometimes it seems too painful to walk 2 minutes on the road of life. Wait. Wait. Wait. In Latin. To strive for. Work towards. That is going. Walk. Move. Get busy. It appears quixotic! And the windmills! And this a good thing that rules the world. This world without end. What is meaningful only when you can recognize in it some sign and significance you take too inside. Call it karma, or destiny again. But every now rests the traveler. It relies on the stars. And then continue his journey. The bottle is full of water source of life. I would not want others in my position I am deprived of the opportunity to drink. I drink because I'm thirsty. And laugh I want to be happy. In this world that makes no sense. Today's patience helped me. And I thank those who pointed out to me that I am very impatient. Just so I can correct myself. The traveler may fall, but if there is a friend to prevent it from falling you earn in two. My heart smiles despite my thoughts flying low. And lead me into the abyss that is watching you. And you'll catch. Like a swamp. Like quicksand. Maybe we really need illusions, with small, simple words. And patience can be prepared and waiting to receive more real. Of life. Thanks. We'll work on it. But it will be difficult.

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Origin and purpose. Look at the art

The Genesis of Michelangelo. I do not want to dwell too much. A friend pointed out to me a curiosity inherent in the painting. A closer look God, with its draped, angels, and legs that come out, seems to remember the human brain with all its derivatives. I think it was not even a case the color of the drapery. A fiery red passion, plot, instead of a blue ethereal, pure as the sky. Genesis man of God may be understood as the origin of man from himself, from his mind. This mind that seems to be an obsession throughout the history of philosophy and more. Zeus himself is said to have given birth to Athena, the wisdom, from the brain. Not being able to give birth from the belly. And the deity seen in the sun or the star of the moment, is nothing but an attribute meaning to things that may not have such a limit, which allows us to order the world. I do not think we should look in Genesis the rebel-proud man, or his awareness and detachment from the gods. I think the symbolism of the mind is a take note of a divine force is not outside man, but inside. In the bowels man. A jump to a new concept of divinity and implementation shown in the Church! It makes me smile! The meeting is also one of the naked body of Adam and the old body of God covered. As if to symbolize the importance of the contrasts, which in any case you are looking for. I hope it has been seen rather as the beginning of the abandonment of the meeting instead. Although in these days more and more we see a predominance of the body on what can be the soul or mind. If the woman gives birth bodies, the man gives birth to the mind. Create technologies that replace or expand human potential. In all fields. From the implant to walk, to software that calculate the infinite! Here, I'm thinking if they actually the mind is able to create with his strength even Adam's body as well as his brain! In the painting, Adam is lying on a rock on earth. God is in the air. And God seems to be trying to get closer to Adam and not the opposite! All the impressions that I take looking at the painting. Then you would also like to say that is not the man who seeks God, God who lives as humans. It constantly tries to bring enlightenment. A God that perhaps leaving the man on the ground to give him life as a father greets him, and as a father would still remain. No coincidence that the angels that surround God seem to pull away, while God is spread to humans. And the man at all slender, rather lazy, does not seem to be neither neglect nor troubled by an encounter. The age in which Michelangelo lived was a blossoming of hope and strength and life and rebirth entrusted to man. Young. Man. Thrown into the world, naked, but with God not only in heart but also in the head! He's just the man, in time, seek time, buried in the ancient consciousness, that the ultimate meaning behind her life. Michelangelo has fished through art, in the bowels of its existence. My impressions and asides are also wrong. Even the interpretation, without knowledge of the criticism that I and the painting of Michelangelo himself. But the symbolism is present. I wonder what he meant!

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I saw the movie Modigliani. With Andy Garcia. "The colors of the soul." Actually I do not know the artist well, and I do not know what there is in the film's true or not. But I loved it. At home I have a copy of a painting, I printed, which has always fascinated me since childhood. The film is put emphasis on the concept of life, outside the conventions, as well as the love-hate relationship with Pablo Picasso. Modigliani Picasso irritated and songs that seem to be reacting in different ways. In turn, raging, anger or letting. Being passionate about astrology I know that the "Grand Picasso" was a scorpion. But did not know the zodiac sign of Italian. Throughout the movie I suspect that he had cancer. And the feeling that shows in the paintings, and why a cancer may only irritate a scorpion! Well, at the end of the film, I was certain: 12/7/1884. Apart from the sheer curiosity, I dwelt on the fate of the artist. Poor and to achieve success on his deathbed. In an environment, the Paris post-war period, in the ferment of ideas. In art circles and invited customers. Strange as it may be fate! Seen from outside it seems an extraordinary life. Instabilissima, nothing if not art. And the wine. Women. The scene that captures that something that characterizes every artist, not just Modigliani, is when participants, including Picasso, are made for participate in a contest. Everyone goes wild and tries to find a way to enter the canvas. Or on the contrary to fill the canvas with what they hear and see inside. With all the colors and shades of the soul. So here is Picasso destroy the work to begin again on another theme. Soutine and, unknown to me, which depicts a bull quartered "perhaps using the same blood red as the animal! And Utrillo, another unknown, alas! discharging his madness on canvas. All in one way or another spill on canvas what they look like and what you feel inside. Madmen, like jazz musicians, drink and paint. They are enthusiastic in the greek sense. God enters into them. And enjoy and rejoice in happiness. In a sea of \u200b\u200bsuffering. They are to give thanks life. I guess that circle, gaiety, quell'instabilità. That love so suffered. A life that makes me think of the presence of fate on earth. And how can this be a wonderful life. Lived seizing the moment. Living every moment fully. Slight insanity in the artist. A closer look slightly crazy in the artists. All. They see more than a life "system." In the artist, whether writer, musician, painter, he is not talking, playing, painting. 'S life which is manifested through him. And 'the God who takes possession of the artist. He is a vehicle half. The talent is to know without having learned how. A little exalted artists fall into presumption, selfishness, lacking humility. Do not hold that gift that host. Do not hold those views then projected. But the artist is an artist. E 'crazy by definition. Are in line with the world. Do not want to "fix". These "systems" are the real crazy!

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The government falls. The economy collapses. God has disappeared. And some day, red horns, smiling eagerly. His grin is on the world. The thing that makes us more bestial scream to the heavens blasphemous words is justice in one way or another is cheated. That everything can be in the world, by the suffering of children who have not had time yet to sin but find themselves stuck on a cancer. By corrupt politicians and greedy of matter that drives us into the abyss. From the garbage in Naples and province as well as cause cancer and disease promises to bring the plague, even outside the borders of Campania. Only then will take serious action. For now it is not our problem. It 's just them. Like in the movie "The Camorra" when one says to the other public officials about the murders by the Camorra, and that is unfortunately true for most of us: "As long as they kill each other." Well, no. If you kill one of them means that there are still on our shoulders and still want to do business. And maybe they kill because they must come to an agreement over who gets the largest slice of money for incinerators. We dare not do anything. We cut the legs and arms amputated. And we speak. We scream. Turned to the sky. Why do we think we hear the trumpet sounds and we think we see winged horses. But none of this. There is salvation from above. If you can not bring justice to the Almighty I do not think I can do it. Alone or in anti-mafia associations, anti-rubbish, etc etc. Guerrillas who have every reason to exist. The State which is against its citizens and does not intervene except to impose its authority later poses as a last resort and inevitable. The seed should be treated otherwise harm the plant grows. The citizen must be educated and honest people as models and not masters feudal grabbing all like pigs. And it never burst. So we turn to the Lord Master of the Universe. What a great find and what a beautiful lie! I want justice on earth, I do not want the reward for my suffering when I am worm. Because who the hell said that since there is eternal life? They also said that the sun revolved around the earth and that God was in heaven. God is in heaven. The war the world has won the Beast. We are the shit God, because he lost and ran away if you made me! We do not see nor experience God's presence today. Too much smells like sulfur! We suck the dignity with mortgages, taxes, derivations, conticorrente, etc.. And 'here, now, that a justice must intervene. It is unfair that a few have everything and a lot of nothing. Jesus was a peaceful revolution that changed the world and they have incorporated into their system. It was a revolutionary, however. Instigator of the masses. Awakened consciences. He said ... You're dead, that you can not do more, you have killed inside ... stand up and walk! The healing of Lazarus ... this was not a physical illness. Ridava light. Give life. They killed him otherwise why? Because it was a threat against the establishment! The tale of the resurrection?! To keep the good !..." Do good, be quiet and obedient, you will get your reward ... if you are bad you are going to burn in Hell! " I'm a Beast and Hell I'm already experiencing. I do not have anything to lose. I do not have more dignity. I'm so hungry ... I have to feed many Cagnacci! And I want to ask ...

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There is something close to God, not the unbridled pursuit of immortality through the technological arts. Getting into the sky and beyond it and not find God does not mean it can not exist in another dimension. What I feel inside we want to build out. An advertisement of a shampoo recently stated in a sentence like this: "If you feel beautiful outside, you feel even better inside." I remembered the opposite as true. And I'm not conservative or traditionalist. Will bring us closer to God and freedom of choice as we would like our life brings us closer to God Only by experiencing the opportunities that we choose we can even call them mistakes. It may seem sanctimonious and hypocritical, but it works a lot, and also among the many thieves and scammers professionals, go to church to appease the conscience. And feel the acquittal in a mechanical way. Reassure the church. Because it's like a family or a group of friends. It also reassured the latter. A moment of crisis? And we rely on or to either one or the other yet. But basically if you do not repent we turn the choice is up to us ask for advice. And very often it is only by being irresponsible or worse, fear that we rely on others. Coming adults and old, safe but without having really lived. Without having tried it. Why is it true what they say a suicide German FW Nietzsche, that if you look at the bottom of the abyss the abyss that is looking at you. The abyss as the expression of many possibilities. The abyss that opens as a life and take the body out of nothing only if you choose to give it shape. The real world is governed by economics, interpersonal relationships or from cold and not at all human. Today as yesterday. The bill has become the installment. But the substance is. If he had not chosen to write and risking being able to say something to James Joyce's only good memories as a poor alcoholic. And Nietzsche? A crazy suicide. And Dostoevsky? A poor epileptic. Choices are addressed and those who decide to come out is insulted in some way. Tagged. An outcast who can not belong to society. All were blindfolded and what it does is mass ignorance. It 's like if we said in unison under a window: "Tell us what we do and do it, but do not let us in the decision. I put to you my will and my freedom." Can I have a guide on my journey, not a master. And support for this, but basically obey God, and God alone, means applying what brings us closer to him. Deal with will and free choice of life. We also understand his silence.