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The Smoking Stress

I smoke in the brain. It's not that I'm stressed, I mean "in the smoke." These are days that I work on cigarettes. Now lamented the TIM has been replaced by monolithic Philip Morris. Between the dog and Chester the whore of Virginia Slim, my brain is burning like a cigarette butt. And all this only adds to my relationship with smoking. Occasional to frequent, up to now, that is devoted. Not good for me, I know, both the portfolios as health (well, maybe a bit of health 'more). But it is a vice, and pleasant to boot. And you know, the wolf loses but not the Tizio Caio. And Harry? I digress. Tonight
finally opens the cycle of summer concerts in Rome. To be honest I've had a first taste with "Rats of the Sabines" and "Morgan", and was a first taste of really tasty. Now we begin in earnest, and tonight at the Unity Day of Caracalla in that I'm preparing to attend the concert of "Modena City Ramblers" (with the welcome support of "Free Brigantaggio). And 'the second time for me, but I certainly get tired of yelling that "... life is twenty years beyond the bridge! Twenty years after the love begins." As I shall continue to sing their sweet "Lullaby", without asking to those who have dedicated, because in my head that song belongs to one person.
are still cooked. I speak not only of the heart, but also of my skin. These are days that I wear around with a purple leotard. Guys, is not a leotard, is my skin! It does not hurt as it should, or rather as usual. Is less painful, perhaps because this time I've been good (thanks to myself) to put a protective cream (a little). Aesthetically speaking, it is changed little: it seems Gabibbo, only far less intelligent.
Begin by coming to the world, then spend your life trying to come yet.

"But in a day as a lion and a hundred as a sheep does not make fifty of them can bear?"
Massimo Troisi

Bleeding After Noriday

the strike of mid-term

The saints are coming. Fall on our land with their wings of rain to cover the rot that is strangling the world. No, not the trailer for the new film Swarchenegger . Only I did not know how to begin. Now that I started, I can go on.
No Compromise. This is the rule. No compromise, even when working. Well, get caught by megadirettore in his private office to drink beer is truly "no compromise". Today
strike media has greatly influenced my already precarious motion plane in the morning. I mean, I already know I do not need to adjust when moving from bike to place trying to follow a clockwise, then you put in the Metro closed, no buses or tram, I finished and the work in Piazza Cavour. It sets out a framework is not the best. At 9.30 this morning I do "Take a Taxi." The large percentage of the Marches blood in my veins begins to boil. "A taxi!? But we are crazy! Rather walk." In fact, my sandals began to travel the paths of Rome, looking shelter from the scorching sun. Yes, because add that I'm half (but three-quarters) burned because of the long day yesterday that the Terracina. So, in short, an hour and a half I can get to the agency, very late, very exhausted. And now I'm here I write. This week starts well.
However on the way, what happened to me a beautiful, hard to explain, you had to be there. As I walked, with the ' iPod that sounded in my ears, "I do not feel like dancing " of Scissor Sisters , it puts me in front of a nun. Just a nun, which begins to walk ahead of me. But it's not normal gait was very loose, a bit ' danceable. Well, imagine 'sister is moving a bit ' as Sister Act and that music in my head. Then add that it was strange movements with his hands. Here and there behind me imagine that I laugh for no reason. Am I crazy?
The beauty of it is realized that the more time passes you realize that there are one more piece to complete really.

"Do not ask whether it is right or wrong. If something is moving inside, let it move with you"
Marvin Gaye "Let 'S get it on "

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The Antechamber Of Dreams

you feel small. You feel so small close in an embrace soft, it hurts, and where you never thought to find you handy. You feel small for you because it is a bit ' like a child again, when looking for a haven away from adult eyes. And' This is the feeling you feel, hidden under the REVERSINO your blanket, a tiny space and indifferent to most the people. All those people who sees a simple read only a simple bed. semantically impeccable, but it is not. You know that bed is the cradle of all your thoughts, your problems, your victories and your fears, all those things that keep you awake or sleeping you leave happy. That dark and cramped space where you focus your breathing is the gateway of dreams. You are always there, annoyed by red LED that television set, and all the red that colors the world. You do not have the courage to look out outside, perhaps for fear of losing those meters of sleep you've eaten slowly. Yeah, because the night you sleep the conquest. Can not you give her sleep, with life during the day we put it all to get the pleasure of the night. You do not give up, with patience you are there to avoid all problems, find their solution, too often only to find a place to park. Lots to sleep. Then it happens that you find the courage to rise up and do it. Dodge with the hand the deck, I look better. Are 7:51. He stole my life tonight. Tomorrow you will have your revenge. Posted at

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Bleeding A Lot After Birth

the arms of an angel

spend your time waiting for a second chance, but this does not mean that everything went to hell once. Aspects that carried out that will fix everything, that will make you believe that the pain does not exist. But the pain exists, and there is always some reason not to feel completely happy and come crawling to the end of the day. You try to distract you. Looking for something you're free from this torment, so the memories to flow from your veins and allows you to feel light. The only way I know to find some peace in these evenings.
I can not stand how the world works. Everywhere you turn there are vultures and friends who stab you behind, and that storm seems unwilling to calm down again. To feel safe to build walls of lies, who invented the fear of all that you lack. Now it makes no difference escape one last time, right? It 's easier to believe in this glorious sadness that in a gentle madness, because he is unable to bear themes. But one day
cederai to that angel. Angel who will take away from that cold, dark room and that infinity of which you so afraid. Angel that will save you from the dirt and noise from your dream. You will be in the arms of an angel, you cradle whispering a sweet lullaby. And you will find that comfort, because you need it.

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