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Sunday afternoon.

not change much in reality for me whether it is Sunday. When I lived in Italy meant Sunday Mass with the family, the aroma of roast just wake up, big lunch. After the sweet escape secretly to go to the computer. It also meant hugs in the living room watching TV, the game, the polenta.

Here it means if all goes well, a trip to Brick Lane and Spitalfields, before going to work.

London today is gray and bitterly cold, the work seems to be all quiet and I have time to write.
A strange mood today. In the middle between the "to want to just stay huddled under the covers and the desire to be happy" . `That is a strange mood, which among other things I can not afford it, since I have a job where contact with people is the order of minute. Should I be anything but moody, but, well you know, I am.

I'm greeted friends in return for Italy. Nothing to say, do not ever get used to goodbyes. Although visits are a matter of days, even if they are old friends, but my dear friend factor Heart always intervenes.

concert last night and the usual clumsy, I have remedied an elbow in the jaw, obviously on the side of the tooth right out. I had a moment of panic when I could not more to aprirela mouth. Now still aches, but nothing impressive. Evening

not at the top, just as capable of almost bored to a concert, incredible. For the rest

usual, grudges, memories, thoughts, hurt, but I do not know what this account again.

I took the spade in his hand and started shoveling. I do not know exactly what you're shoveling, I'm that I'm covering the hole. Sometimes a mole peeping out from under the `and then my efforts seem futile. Cover, cover, cover. Disguise, here is this seems to have become my favorite word. Especially in times of mental processes and flights of fancy make you believe you're living the life of someone else. Trip. Film. How to be separated from your body and see everything from outside.

Needless to substances, but personal sensitivity.

When I give in error, I stop and let the weeds grow here is the moment of collapse. All lost sense, the rest is over and you just want to disappear, annihilated, reduced to a ghost. One does evil knowingly, recklessly and violently. To hear the usual things, you lose respect and dignity for themselves, it makes no sense, first of all if you do not have respect or do not have it as you want.

Playing with words, have always been good. Put them in unusual order, tasting, chewing sounds of obsolete words, without a writing style that creates pleasure, but writing a dark, always as a remedy of my stirring, swirling eclissanti of my words, not one to write for others.

Writing saved me, I save and will continue to do so.

I started to bring my notebooks and pens, the desire for urgent relief.

Thursday, it began holidays. Saturday, New York.

Amen.

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I felt in love with details.
We live in it as through water.
I dive there and I plaything.
let me penetrate things very teputano insignificant, insubstantial, intangible.
Small details repudiated by the world of appearances, of the dominance.
Why is taking all personally, to his chest, to the point of the heart, `they left. Here is the
lamma sharp and you, rather than move to the sides, I offer fearless to blow.
coldly aware violently.
I like playing with words.
Dura chewing this candy, full of tar and Rasoli.
Hard to chew, so `for revenge, self-love to hate.
Objectively as opposition.
Simulacra of possibilities, to fight something that does not exist, that there's no, but it persists.
gorgeous essence of a destiny that seems ready-mixed, poorly stocked.
dolre And that, you hide the pain in the sternum, a thousand analysis have led to non-existent, but every now and then reappears, mean, at inopportune moments, engulfing emotions.


disguised desecrated.

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Under acids, So. Not because he got some strange pill, but because `it seems to be lost, but present, hyperactive, running around 'and the` like a madman. Friends who come to find that in London you are looking to keep up with everything 'and who knows, who knows how will end `. In the meantime, we stick in the middle of talks that do not go well, which go already knowing that they will ` and I bruised my face against the usual wall, trying to understand why we say "Italians go abroad and find good jobs and wages are beautiful." Jump to explain to them my life and my rhythm and all curricula submitted. Here there is nothing moves. Today I even thought to move to Spain, but right now, although I know that a change would do me good, I'm not sure I have the forces necessary to do so.

A strange weekend, especially the last one. Sometimes people meet without doing anything special you do understand how things really should be. Then is strange to see how these people do not or are not "working" with others. And to think that perhaps the quiet life in a provincial town with a house, someone who loves you, trips abroad and a few laps might not be sorry. SO after all the mixing of trouble on Friday, Saturday, Sunday and Monday were perfect. With him that perhaps there is a hologram of what I want. You wrote that you open, that there `. Thousands of miles and untouchable.

do not know. Two more pounds lost this weekend. All the stress. That you would not want to see things, hear you saying that you throw down there, from a friend that you should not ricevere.Si `to say that I drank too much and I was wrong. Friday `we're not even out. A bottle of vodka in two. I am in his room. I lost. He who comes out with phrases that are bad, they are like knives. I still think that, "tell me what you want is not so much` "It is not to hope that change your mind, but because` I only see fear in his eyes. Afraid of what I do not know, but I perceive it. Cursed heart, you go out sometime? Sentrti say that "you were wrong, you do not eat, but what you want, not become anorexic, you are not lean." Hear, "I gesture of affection, sleep hugging, no I can not, it's only in another way" "You've imagined and idealize everything," "What do you want to do it ...? Do, then you know that changes everything. " I do not know. I came home at 11 am, not crying, I was promised me. I felt raped inside. I made to hurt the person you want most is good, a person in whom I trusted. Perhaps it is true that they are "too", which are a mix of emotions, events, feelings, people I met, I lived and I have vissuto.Da Saturday I felt the need for revenge, to prove what they are with my faults and my quality ', with my past, my present and my future. For me.

Lotto with my whole being to balance and look at more adherent to the reality of myself, without shells, adjustments, or stereotypical mating complications result. Or the "person". Ad personam.

A flutter of thoughts, but trajectories logical decomposed. Heart, heart flipped, stirred, stepped on or ignored. A heart that is' them, which many seek, then when they see it ... step back, look back, they see the way out. See more cozy dens, more unsatisfactory, more immediate, more convenient. And I stoop to, to limit myself, for my being "too", I can not.

I have not yet learned.

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VALENTINE DAY

Just the fact that there is someone who is celebrating me .... angry. But I was also angry
Mother's Day, Father's that, not to mention that of women .... but, for me, has always had a positive side ... In fact, I always celebrated with men .... all free women from their last out and stamped by centuries of slavery .... in front of a pizza!
. The other parties often make me sad ... and I feel a yearning to climb ... unidentified .... but I do not care to dig inside of me ... to know why. It 'just so!
E 'night, we're already in the fateful day when millions of husbands and distracted fugitives, at least bring a rose to her companion .... and many other cats to smell a dead give their man, SSI ... exactly what has affected both the worn by his on duty.

I had much, much, much love I have inside me, and holidays or anniversaries are always belonged to those days when an emotion, desire is alive ... Valentine's Day
consider it a paradox and a sentimental orgy of glitter hearts.

When two love each other, and I mean love, do not exchange gifts in installments, but that day may be used to exchange thoughts, words and deeds.
When two love each other, time takes on different values, is longer when you are away, when you are together is fleeting.
However, putting aside my counter always be, I recognize that today, for all those who may be the opportunity to renew promises made and be told "are always and still happy to have met you."
For me, the story is another, and then exorcise with irony, with the tale .... I guess that told by my bohemian, good at writing, and even more whispered, while his ready story, gave him the image of my hair spread on the pillow. CINDERELLA
Valentine's Day gift for so many centuries still a long dream.
Cinderella, century-old, widowed for some time, he spends his days living with fabulous memories, with the faithful, sly old cat and love, always on his knees.
One evening, returns to the Blue Fairy,
"FATA really you?" After so many years ... but I see you again you are beautiful! are not changed, what brings you to me? "
" Yes, dear Cinderella, I had a facelift, liposuction, I was immersed in a bath of salts lubabma, but that's another story.
Since the last time I saw you have led an exemplary life, and having spent too much time asprimere you are entitled to three wishes. "
Cinderella blush, and his voice cracking with emotion said:" You know, fairy, BLUE died before he did Investment little lucky, bought Parmalat and Cirio ... went on a variable rate mortgage to renovate the castle, in short we lost everything and I love and live in poverty, so I would go back to being rich "
" No problem baby "
From the rap to a chair and the cave becomes a beautiful castle.
" And now dear do you want more? "Cinderella
spreads his arms hanging from meat, then observe the scars of time on his body and says :
"I'd like to go young and beautiful as ever, is too much?"
"No facts by sprinkling salt Lubamba" And so Cinderella
regains form of a young girl, and resurface ancient desires and hormones begin to go to three thousand
... "I left a dying wish, baby, do you want?"
"Fairy, I do not know if I ask too much, but my old friends are all dead, I still just LOVE my dear cat, you could turn it into a magnificent Prince?
The fairy then a wand on the head of the cat, old and balding, and with a meow and a brividone turns into a beefy, gym at the right point, sensual, with longish hair and pouring, and so beautiful that the swallows would stop to admire the flight ....
After that, the fairy goes away, yelling at Cinderella SGAS .... ....
"Congratulations, enjoy your new vitaaaaaa ..... eng. ... ta .... a. ...!!"
Match the Blue Fairy, Cinderella and LOVE you look in your eyes, first softly, then with complicity with others .... so ... and secret thoughts. .. .... fantasies
Love moves closer, takes between male caressing arms, brushes her hair ... the whispers:
"I bet you regret having made me castrated ... bitch!"

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Thus I, with the rain

This morning I was violently awakened by a courier who wanted at all costs to dispose of the package (for my roommate) down the door. I was gently absorbed so `if you will, between the arms of Orpheus. The time required for I realized that someone was actually knocking on the door, or rather slammed the door of the mailbox, because here in UK `bells you no .... not even the shadow and was gone. Went to break the boxes next to the `why give him the package designed to our apartment. What holy patience.
ordunque abrupt awakening. `And so, like when you're forced to do something, I had no better option to get up, although I was not entirely convinced of having to get up but aware that I could not get back to sleep otherwise I would have woken up 'who knows when.

time to go out and find the rain. Eighth day of work. `Well yes. We can do it. High and low, low and high, even with this tooth tediarci.

weekend Tomorrow, tomorrow night night. Series, "Who knows what` combine '. Saturday arrives. And
`` will continue for those who will live. And I, I will find. We hope not to suffer.

Greetings from the corresponding.

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Another evening. So '.
An evening with missing parts, of which I'm putting together pieces, reflections, words, not helped by Bacchus.
I enjoyed it, and how. I danced like a crazy, chilometrici.Io over heels, to dance. I almost do not recognize.
Lambrusco wine, vodka and coke, punch.
exchange of speeches in English, by which time the ratio has abandoned us. He speaks his heart. To be told once again "You're a friend, do not expect anything, do not wait, I might not return" , "you've idealized", "me and you, there's nothing else to explain". Confusion a thousand. Feeling stupid, like I was just me to see certain things. Fall to the ground all the castles, houses of cards.
I knew, after what happened earlier this month, but it looks like a soap opera. Can you say three thousand times to your brain that you need a man, not a kid, but nada, do not enter. Friends tell me this angry and worried, the mother tells me, but I am stubborn. A ventiquatrenne the province, I never considered that before. One is `special, but the shortcoming of many things that are essential for me and for which I do but now a deaf ear.
laugh, dance, laugh, laugh . I end up even close to the DJ. I clarify, on stage and left half a meter, the DJ. But there is a regular DJ. It is half of Cassius. Going Home.
I try to digest words, looks, feelings, as if it were easy. Another time
not feel up to, not be enough for anybody. When the person wishing to have fun with others (many), in different ways. Take and accept a mistake as big as a house.
It 's a struggle,' cause there are no head, not really. Eight days of work comes seguito.Poi " the guy who is perfect but with whom there may be nothing and that obviously does not take me as stupid "in visit to London. I think I` lighthouse third time at Twickenham, between the British and Italians on Saturday and I lose forth. Fabric Saturday sera.Stare well, you know when they say they feel good ? The following week there Vinicius ticket in the front row and me happy. On Saturday, after another consultation with Magnetic Man and Crystal Castle. And then New York comes close, thankfully.


Mixed feelings, because it is still a When I come home crying, but nobody knows. I walk to London Bridge, amid the drunks on Saturday night. I do with my tears and make us some case and look at me with compassione.Sono particularly salty tears. A swirl of my thoughts and ask and view of Tower Bridge at 5 am because the `My life seems ever a movie. A film with a plot very strange and complicated, but still a movie.
I do not have music in my ears. Only the sound of the night, the people of the night.

I really think was a mess. Complicated, difficult to understand, at least for readers of the blog.
'm crazy lately. I have this crazy side, this Na `almost dancing on the cube, which previously would not have done anything like that. It frightens me to this side, that I have done my books and adolescence stages.

am scared and at the same time are aware that I'm alone but I manage by myself. Sometimes you want to have someone by your side but `.