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Once upon a time ...

It Was a long, long time in August She Stood in the middle of the room, looking confused the image sowly That Was moving in front of her eyes. Outside the window, the cloudy night Was coloring the world with gloomy ITS shadings.

She stared at the mirror. The strange figures on the liquid surface Suddenly stopped. Its blue, fixed her eyes with unhuman a familiar expression. She was astonished and frightened by that vivid look trying to penetrate her eyes.

She made some steps away from the confused vision and she sat on the old woodden chair.

The evanescent body on the mirror made the same.

She spent some seconds lost in her darker thoughts. She was sure that image could not be her own projection. It was so bright and powerful while she was so desperate and faded.

Perhaps it was the result of the memory of her past life, of her past happiness. Perhaps it was her future.

Warm tears began falling by her eyes washing away the shadows on her face.

Alone in that cold, empty room she had met a different self. The person she had always dreamed to be was sitting in front of her. The fate had given her a rare opportunity. She was in the core of a miracle, not wanting to be there. She was afraid. And her heart was frozen.

She stood up trying to fight her coward insitincts.

Step by step she reached the mirror stretching her trembling hand to the figure.

Suddenly the whole scene disappeared. No room, no mirror, nothing more.

The rain was falling down loudly outside.

She woke up, opening her eyes in the deep darkness. The dream of That Mysterious night HAD shaken her soul.

She Looked around, confused and lonely. And she cried.

Far away, in the night, Was someone crying as well.

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Heart artist who can not love ... that you can not love unless another loving heart of art. Vibrating strings, a brush or a clean sheet.
Heart Artist burning between words, colors and notes. Heart black and blind. Heart living. Heart crying.
Heart fighting in the world ... that the world loses. What then flees from the world. Heart
a silent night, every day the heart, heart blood and tears. And tears and blood. And a dream.
Heart artist who trembles and sees where the world ends. Heart feels things. Heart that creates it.
Heart artist. One heart. Only art. Only.

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Call my name tonight ...

Call my name and save me from the dark ... Black Soul. Damned Soul. Say my name and save me from the darkness. I am this and nothing else. And I do not know if I'll ever enough.

How can you see into my eyes like open doors? I look into your eyes and burns. I cry, but after the tears are not always so loving. Sometimes they know the sea. At other times of love.

Wake me up inside, wake me up inside ... please wake me. Life is a nightmare living with me. My heart is a bastard race and not let me go. As a vortex with no way out. The dark forward and I do not know what to do.

Save Me From The Nothing I've Become ... wake me up and save me. Why in the bottom of my eyes sometimes there is nothing. Too often there is nothing. And I'm afraid.

My spirit is sleeping somewhere cold ... Frozen inside without your touch without your love ... it's cold in this soul. Cool if you're away. Cold as the cold of winter all wrapped in a bit of life. Hug me and love me. Hug and save me. Wake addormentami and then your arms. Last night, forever.

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sclero ...

Paola My friend told me: "You are legendary, when you cycle six irrecoverable." I told her thanks, but not on mine. E 'Giacomone the hormone that comes out once a month to take a bocata air and upsets a bit' all the situation, which in itself is already precarious.

say that yesterday I could tear with the sheer force of his jaws the whole human race. No, the thing before it gets there, just a little person are not recommended.

Today the tummy held at bay Cerberus in me and let free to express my hormone crazed friend. So someone can also be more sympathetic than usual.
In reality it's just that they are particularly hysterical and mood swings are starting to worry.

In the future I might be able to exterminate an entire population and the next day hold dearly an entire episode of Zelig.
But fortunately we're not even at these levels.

The current level is very, moooooolto less dangerous.

When I'm calm waters on the couch in the kitchen with his hand in the stomach and the active ingredients of Voltfast that slowly make their way into my body. In a desperate attempt to find something that is capce to relieve the pain, I swallowed a white powder ambiguous flavor of licorice disgusting rancid. A ritual that is repeated every time and that sooner or later cease to produce the desired effect.

television fills me ill-concealed murderous instincts. In particular the frame that shows that Pope Ratzinger says serious "being a priest is incompatible with sexual abuse." THANKS TO FUCK, you've been waiting for! The feeling of impatience that causes me the man with the white prada Shoemaker is second to even boring for the news of the birth of twins to Angelina Jolie Never mind.

But anyhow. This passes the monastery.

The heat is almost unbearable and her hair freshly washed and still wet can just give me a momentary relief. Taking shape soon will dry, you know, unspeakable ...

cats languishing somewhere in positions displaced. Thank god for not looking at me with more or less thick fur.

dream Meanwhile the North Pole, penguins, Findus and Captain of the Titanic iceberg. We say that the collection is a little macabre but the sensation of coolness that comes is comforting.

The town dozing in the hour of siesta. Nothing moves, everything is silent.

I do not sleep because of the birth is "the woman without sleep." Expect the medicine to take its effect to make me vaguely make use of it. Meanwhile I sit on the couch, inept and useless ... If you do not pass I'll throw in the garbage. Or at least there is water in the water.

I want a strawberry slush, in a bar, in a park with swimming pool. Maybe go for a walk in the gardens of the Reggia di Caserta, but now that there is not too hot.

do not know. I want the sea and a bonfire and friends with the guitar. And sing silly songs and sleeping on towels in the sand that gets into your costume and scratches.

"Wind in the summer, I go to the sea and you doing? Do not wait for me, I might lose ..."

AMEN!

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I go ...

"I go in the direction in which the world has stopped going, where one takes the hand and yet you still dare to dream ..."

I do not know exactly where they are now. I'd like to know but is a bit 'I've lost track of my time-space coordinates. Ultimately it does not bother me too much, wanting to be honest. But all in all I think about my position might be useful for me to arrange a little 'things.

Ad However I continue to move forward. Because life has taught me that you will never go back ever. You will never go back ever, but you can stop ... how long you want to look forward. And, to think of it, and now I'm still scanning the horizon to understand a bit 'more of this trip. And to conquer fear.

Not that before I ever stop to think. But this time I feel that things are getting a bit more complicated, requiring greater attention. So I found a smooth stone on the road and I are sitting on, as if waiting. And now, with his elbows on his knees, I look around confused and intent on making a decision.

dancing around me so many question marks, but none of them invites me to dance. Which is a bit 'irritates me. It will be because of the fact that at this point of the journey I must have looked pretty scary. How to blame him? The weight of the thoughts that wander around my head is sfiacchendo and I have not even really want to look in the mirror. The consequences are easily imaginable.

There is not even a breath of wind, the sun, the stone on which sat it is getting hot. Urge a choice and understand where to go. But the "my place" does not see even a tiny clue in the distance. I need time to think. Time to read in and find the direction. And someone, rather than someone who makes me company along the journey.

Why, after all, still I fear ...