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same place divided (never know)

Stesso posto divisi,

mai saprai.

Stesso sguardo arreso,

mai vedrai.

Prepotenza di un oscurità che avanza

cuore dissanguato di madre

scorrono a tergo i mesi.
Tu sopra di me,

io con you

elsewhere.

I am above you

with me,

everywhere.

Unconsciousness of knowing how elusive

shrill anguish of life

runs even further back for months.

creak behind closed doors.

same place united in anger

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Stesso tempo,

condiviso.

Stesso squarcio,

disteso.
Tu sopra di me,

io con te

ferito.

Io sopra di te,

tu con me

Come pece

tra le ali

per sempre.

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We can not change. (unintentionally).

" Confusione" di Joe Reese, olio su tela,2002

La vita non è meta, ma percorso.Percorso da percorrere, a volte correndo, camminando, strisciando.Fermandosi ad osservare ciò che si è compiuto, prospettivando di nuove,di mete ,ideando meccanicamente di nuovi , di passi, to go.
Me and my life, do not go well together. Often, we happen to fight, to insult, as well as in each of the many soap operas and more idiomatic. But we want to instill good. We just have to learn to live with. It is difficult, to force a soul to live confined in a body. So is choosing a lifestyle, among many models that are being imposed and that imposes, among the myriad of possibilities, which is the world itself to offer us, ignorant of what experience it is ignoble frustrating. Sometimes I would see my life as well. brabdelli few of cloth (matted right not to try cold) a hut by the boundless world. Obviously, unless miracles physiological need a chemical castration, a block of thought, and a large pantry ataraxia material personally creative, such as to fill it.
As can be selfish all this, is empirically shown that live, it hurts too much. Always. Since when do you feel abused for expressing an important part of you. In those moments when you clash with indifference, you feel misunderstood, hurt, humiliated, out of tune.

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's eyes I tremble

's eyes tremble in this incalculable night
dripping from the dead burned bodies of avalanche
scrambling to comfort indifferent smiles.
the wind howls toward those warm hands to the sky
Times weakens to ghernire Farnell of white light.
shine the lights of the houses

I run barefoot on the asphalt against the
I get confused between the people
But I see you again.
For all that is true in a smile
For everything that's in a word of sincere
If the truth is written in the sand
light is there that the words that take you back to me.

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carnival

Sfarzoso il carnevale avanza prepotente
Sfilano circoscritte acrobatiche maschere pretenziose di sorrisi.
Danza volteggiando come un coriandolo una vita dentro me
che geloso schiudo un ricordo
Tra tutta questa gente
Dove ti trasporterò.
Per le parole non dette
Per i pensieri inespressi
Solitario vivo immutevoli contesti
Io, sindone pervasa da silenti parole,
parassita di vite altrui
Minacciando insicure esistenze
propino il codardo presente che inagisce azioni .