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I'm bored.
As it does not interest anyone.

Since I changed my account on EFP is worse than before. Not that I expected a lot, though.
But I needed a change of scenery.
And the inspiration, of course, showed me the middle finger before leaving angrily.
Eccheccazzo.

The snail should not have a precise meaning.
Take it for what it is.

If the unearthed somewhere, please, violentatela .

Today, while I was in the hospital-swallow shit to find out which antibiotic is allergic, I discovered that behind the Malavoglia there is a hidden charm.
No, really.
Because maybe there's a group of people most unlucky of my small circle of friends. * Win *


And of course I arrived at the spot where he died, my beloved, the poor devil of Luke.
-Why do not you go to the station, Maruzza?! Why?! -
A classic. I do not even get angry anymore.
-And what makes me understand that LaPiùSfigataRestoSempreIo -
But there is a character beloved by me able to come alive until the last page?


No. Because if we can figure is the bastard. That embodies the vices of man, and not about a mine on time with the rest of the book.
a pop.
E 'as a depressing thing.

But I are depressing. Point.

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# Speed

It 's a thing that you can never really talk about the speed.
is to pronounce his name escapes us that she is in trying to reach cheb will always be too far away. E 'for that perfection, that's cool, so nice to be cynical, we can only imagine.
imagine.
For the time thinking, and to move a step forward.

Speed is the time that can not be lowered. And 'that thing that you can not have, because if you grow you grow with you, and you will always be infinitely greater.
And wonders why so much effort if you really can never reach it.

Yet she is there, perfect, that almost seems to smile. E 'on the middle of the runway when the wind is broken and legs burn, when those three hundred have so long to let you think about all the things you made a mistake in the beginning. To make you feel all those meters life.
I say that in life if you try to run looking around, maybe something the cables from the hole.

E 'the ankle begins to wobble the last fifty yards, which seems to break, so much in the balance.
And she is beautiful, there, smiling.

Fifty, forty, twenty, five.

The timer pops the time. And here it is still there.
speed made you cordially middle finger the last hundred meters.

-45 net.
-E 'Fuck.

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memories, glasses of water and pessimism. Fear

It looks like a lifetime.
From me to you, from everything.

If I think there are more than six months that Pippo is gone.
Having lost contact with him for years would not have to suffer so much, theoretically.
-Theoretically, of course .-
Yet my memory is that awkward boy of five years ago, and that smile so insecure.
If they had told me that he would die at sixteen, I probably would have laughed. Or cry.
It probably would not have believed. I would not believe it.

Because how can how can it be possible that the world turn without the people who are dear?
How is it that a life has a weight so light on the size of the world?

If he stops thinking probably we would live better in this respect, is something true?
And maybe we will not be even crying over a coffin for someone who is not going well for us right now, right?

But if you do not think that way, we would be stupid, right? And we just
human . O from all the badly marked, but in this case means it has already cried enough.

E we should view it as half full, this fucking glass of water, as many say, then?

Why, even you summarize your life in a glass of water, when all is well. But think-think how great, great and sad the world, what is multi-colored and dark-you could never limit the life of a tub of water?
Think about it while watching the stoning of a friend, when his coffin paraded in front of you in the coldest summer day of your life, in the rain. And in the evening-the evening of August, while watching the fireworks, to think about what did his parents.
riassumetelo And you, the world in a glass of water.

And you laugh, while you can. As long as you have hope and still believe in something that moves the world. What I also will laugh
really, one day or another.
until I could become your burden by drops of water in a glass container, I stopped hoi. And
spiegatemelo you the way I see it as half full.