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T his love So violent So fragile


So tender So hopeless This love


beautiful as the day is bad as the time when the weather is bad

This love so true This love so beautiful


So happy So joyous And so mocking

trembling with fear as a child in the dark
And so sure of himself as a quiet man in
This love
middle of the night frightened that the others that made them speak

What made them turn pale
This
Why we love spying spiavamo
Persecuted killed wounded walked denied
Because we forgot we killed persecuted wounded walked denied forgotten
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love again so alive And all
sunny
E 'E
your' My
E 'was that it was always something new
This
And that has never changed as a plant
Vera
trembling like a bird
Warm and alive as the summer
We can both go and return

We And then we can forget
sleep again wake
suffer aging
still asleep Dreaming
death
Waking smile and laugh and rejuvenate

Our love is there
stubborn as a donkey as the desire to live

Cruel as silly as the memory
regrets
tender as the memory
Cold as marble
beautiful as the day
Fragile as a child
He looks at us smiling
It speaks without saying anything
And I trembling and listening

cry Cry for you Cry for me


I beg for you to me for all those who love you are loved and

Yes I will cry
For you for me and all other

Stop What I do not know where you are

Where have you been other times

Stop Do not move Do not go

We who loved
We will not forget you have forgotten

We did not have that you do not leave us on earth
become icy
Although far more
And no matter where
Give us a sign of life
Much later at the edge of a wood
In the forest of memory

tensioner hand up immediately and save us
. "

(J. Prevert)

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Rewind

I am afraid of breaking the key or maybe you did just a jam.

fault of its own overuse, insistent, inconsiderate? Probably.

trying to rewind the tape of recent months, I am determined, I am still literally riveted on the same images, always on the same frames.

RewindStopPlayStopRewindStopPlayStop

I merged the brain, but I managed to save the film ...

Some left voluntarily, I burn with pleasure, with a almost perverse satisfaction.

seems to have been a hurricane.

Nothing is in place, no longer has its own logic, its meaningfulness, its rigor.

What would have been enough to prevent this?

reasonableness, prudence, a minimum balance.

And instead I find myself surfing a sea of \u200b\u200buncertainty ...

Waiting for what?

of a storm that overwhelms me and drag me to a lighthouse in the port?

remains an ambiguous and impenetrable mystery ...

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Address: RIETI Palazzo Vecchio, the seat of Sabina Universitas . The building is located in Via Roma, 57 (center) , in the early afternoon about h16.


traveling workshop also continued his experiments with new elaborations (after the laboratories of GDP, food labels, knowledge and tastes, economics, etc.) ... to new details are coming soon ....

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For You ... Fragments

"I like silent, because you're as absent,
hear me from afar and my voice does not touch you.
Par almost that your eyes are blown away and it's like a
you kiss her mouth shut.

All things are full of my soul
and you emerge from them filled with my soul.
butterfly dream
resemble my soul and it looks like the word melancholy.

I like quiet when it seems far
It seems to complain Tubantia butterfly.
And hear me from afar and my voice does not arrive
: let your silence is my
silence itself.

Let your silence is also my talk,
flame polished as simple as a ring.
You are like the night, silent and starry.
star is your silence, so far, and simple.

I like you because you are silent as absent.
Distant and painful as if I were dead.
Just then a smile, a word,
and I am glad, glad that this is not true. "

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As you can see today I decided to tear my reputation and not to show my artistic and literary ability.

I chose this poem ...? sequence of words without a meaning? Cause I know that a person is liked. .. At least that's what I said ... And I really hope we ..

promise that torture ends here and I'll keep the rest for me.

A faded old photograph contours.

I feel your gaze rest on me.

Your eyes smile at me.

What do I mean?

You're making fun of me?

You're criticizing?

I see them shine.

not emotion, not emotion.

E 'melancholy, anxiety, anger, maybe hate.

shine a light that is fading slowly but inexorably.

shine the light of a broken dream.

I took a red pencil, red purple that you loved.

I traced the contours of your lips.

I have imposed that expression has now vanished from your face.

Deleted angrily.

swept away with contempt.

That expression as a bitter reminder that lives only in my memory.

a tear.

Trapped.

has been released, broke his fragile chains.

slowly slips.

Deceptive in its delicacy,

Piomba furious over us.

Pictures,

Sounds,

Perfumes,

creep raging in my mind.

a while.

A life.

A life never lived.

I hope.

Please.

implore,

May wash away the torment that does not give me peace.

Again that smile.

now almost of compassion.

look away blushing.

embarrassment or shame?

prefer to remain silent.

're crying.

Small drops purple bathe your face.

caresses.

I want to taste the taste of your tears.

and me.

America in a blur and focus.

Blood and tears obscure our faces.

My breathing becomes almost a whisper.

close my eyes.

I fall asleep.

I let the darkness take care of me.

I Cullin in the reality that has become my nightmare.

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Act I (and probably last)

- It's a fucking cold and it's like being in a damn graveyard on the wheels. Damn! -

The silence of the night is mitigated only by the constant rattle of the train on the rails: an indelicate sound that reaches my ears like sweet melody.

The windows are almost completely fogged.

I can still see a piece of that snowy landscape which now looks like a charcoal drawing in which nature has merged with the starry creating a distorted image that captivates and intrigues, but at the same time makes it restless and insecure.

And then ...

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E 'sitting in front of me, committed to rummage in her purse resting on his knees.

seems to get lost in it as in a whirling spiral, without it being aware of what is happening around her.

I see dropping a cigarette brand and an economic magazine cover in what looks like a work of contemporary art: something incomprehensible to us mere mortals.

Poso my eye on you for a quick moment.

- Maybe it's an artist -

note with unconcealed curiosity, her hands white and delicate as the snow out there: no trace of color, but only conspicuous spots blue ink on the fingertips.

- It 's still immersed in his world. I wonder if that air so naive and innocent look that makes a funny expression on her face corresponds to reality or is just a way to attract unwary prey. -

Soon I would discover.

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This should be the pseudo beginning of a pseudo story.

Banal, silly? I know ... Council did not even read neither this nor the follow-up.

But I'll have to start somewhere.

In fact, the ideas are there, the problem is put on paper.

It seems to me that he had just learned to take pen in hand, I feel like a schoolgirl on the first day of school ...

feeling uncomfortable, but inevitable.

are touchy, irritable and not open to criticism ... Another HUGE problem that will face ...

Vedremo...

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The Cure ...

"... Spinning on that dizzy edge

I kissed her face and kissed her head

And dreamed of all the different ways I had

To make her glow

"Why are you so far away?" she said

"Why won't you ever know that I'm in love with you

That I'm in love with you"

You

Soft and only

You

Lost and lonely

You

Strange as angels

Dancing in the deepest oceans

Twisting in the water

You're just like a dream..."

"Just Like Heaven" is the poem that I made them known, gradually up to discover and appreciate innamorare.Son desperately do with a defined group Post Punk, New Wave, Gothic Rock ... I'm not a "technical", I can not define and distinguish with accuracy and precision of the peculiarities of one kind over another. I will just enjoy their music, of 'atmosphere at times romantic, nostalgic, melancholy, dreamy, sometimes dark , obsessive, painful, almost claustrophobic, it can recreate and trasmettere.Stupendi ... Unique ... As One Robert Smith is a star in the firmament of music.

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Babel in my mind ...

"A meta Siddhartha was intended: to become empty, empty of thirst, empty of desire, empty of dreams, empty of joy and pain. To die to himself, not be him, to find peace of heart emptied, the depersonalization of thought remain open to the miracle that was his goal . "

What is my goal?

And do not talk about meta tangible and concrete.

Nothing pragmatic.

I'm talking about myself ... So resolute and determined in my ideals of naive dreamer.

illusions where it takes me? It 'a food that reduces hunger, hunger for security and stability, but not really soothes the feeling of incompleteness, that desire for absoluteness that now erupts powerfully within me.

turns out to be nothing but a continual deception, a seductive and cruel mirage.

You feel suspended in the air, confident you cling to the one you hold, you hold it firmly, I clung there almost angrily.

And then confusion and bewilderment.

an incomprehensible sense of vertigo.

're slipping helpless, you can only let you fall hoping to soften the blow.

"To become empty, empty of thirst, empty of desire, empty of dreams, empty of joy and sorrow."

E 'who actually aspire to this?

If you do not know me well enough to say yes ...

relativity with extreme volatility and can claim to be willing to settle for something less than "dying to self" ...

I'll simply learn to live not only dreams or will end up being a victim of my own crime.

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A Tribute to Him ..

In the sky this afternoon quiet melancholy and a slight drop down to caress the pale cheeks.
taste bitter tears mingle in the dark longing for freedom.

"They ... are ...

For a true

thousand are fake and put there between us and the
sky, leaving only a want of rain. "

(Le Nuvole - Fabrizio De Andrè)