It 's rare that I talk about me in a post on this blog. But it's been a long time, and this is the hundredth post I write here, and it is strange. A hundred thoughts, beds or less, a hundred times I beat these letters, a hundred times I have transcribed. Somehow, a hundred different parts of me will remain linked to this average, one hundred parts of me that will be etched here before this post, and I hope that after so many they arise, and beyond.
This is a special time. He is finishing a year, a year like any other for many, especially for others, including me. It 'been a hard year, full of dangers, sufferings, surprises, victories but also defeats, reverse, change, for better or worse.
It 'been a year of experience, but most of all losses.
During this year I was in the order: exploited, disappointment, stress, brakes, mocked, robbed, deceived, hurt, abandoned. Perhaps there are still, of those lovely participles, but not remember them all. It 'been a heavy year, but is not a tirade in 2008 that I want to do here, but not because they deserve it: he has only done his duty.
Soon things will change, indeed has already changed, and the perspective has been altered, such as a Zeiss lens that is turned the wrong way, or maybe the right one. The crux of the matter is that the vision of things has changed drastically.
sound foundation that will crumble, as it is rare to hear, is always a terrible sound, majestic, that terrifies. Maybe it's something that, as a disaster, be heard and tried at least once in their lifetime. I've tried too often, unfortunately.
Sometimes I seem to be finished in a Monty Python sketch - which still are a true reflection of a bitter reality, our own - to be precise as that of the Borghese Idiot of the Year. We always do the same things, we live in the same way, let us always meet in the usual places, we always use the same words, we drink the same stuff, mixed with other stuff they are always the same. If by chance we can go beyond our small, comfortable but dreary conventions, it is only because something terrible has happened, which gave us a slap in the face, and he did move his head in another direction. But then snaps his neck, and back to look at the same point. It 's like if we were on rails, in addition to us to suffer the monotony of the predetermined path, sometimes even lead us to a dead end. But perhaps, after that dead end, there is a precipice, and after that you begin to live precipice.
Yeah, I can not be sad about anything now. It 's like the measure, now filled, he filled that jar of a incompressible fluid. Sure, you can be alone, betrayed, deceived, can be all those heavy evidence from life, like living away from someone who loves you, work never see the end of your day or the actual benefit on your life, losing precious years were behind evanescent illusion of being happy , listen to words unpronounceable sign undeserved convictions.
Yet I can not think about it sadly. Someone invented the resignation, in a long time ago, perhaps when it was realized that the man, instead of flying, was expected to fall. I am so convinced that I feel to sing "Always Look At The Bright Side of Life", although not yet fully crucified, but, as in this case is completely surrounded by sadness. Stay aware of having done good, and not to have been wrong, or rather, did not properly looked neither to do nor not to do so in good faith. The resignation, having thus become a kick up the backside, and pushes you in the right direction. It's called taking a decision, like it or not, a wonderful possibility that the man, but not many want to exploit.
closed a door you open a door, and closed the door well, well, you see that there was current, probably. I'm happy again to a small door for cats, however, that at least, remains open. So
childbirth
Leaving, finally I know where we finally know why. Not a simple, boring holiday, and not a superficial knowledge of a people, the duration of the second page of yet another sheet of printed travel guide from those who have never seen anything of what he writes. Not a futile throw money into a machine-produce souvenirs and are proud to show to anyone who wants to touch the result of our desire for exoticism useless. Nothing to put in a frame, nothing to say "been there", because who wants to be there through it, but there remains.
Leaving, finally, why so you can close the old road, put on a great sign of ongoing work that, like good Italians, we know most will never end, and begin to beat the new road. Leave behind suffering, lies and deceit, it is something that satisfies, and is the third sense, after the resignation, and the decision. Why are those dark things in the world of those who bear those burdens with a smile unconsciously looking for an empty happiness, while not realizing that his pace is slow not because the others are fast, but just because you drag behind a mountain.
Whistling, I discover that there is more melancholy in my heart, and nostalgia as ash has settled somewhere else, far away. It 's the first time in my life that I do not regret anything, not even for a moment, even if I wonder why. A big part of my life has been cut, but it is as if the two ends of that wire will be reunited without that piece, making me start over from where I left off. And when they give you such a possibility, I say, it would just be stupid not being able to grasp the wonder.
calm down last year at a party, formless, empty and futile, like many others, a year that started on a street in the company of people who are gone, and others that are no longer the same. In the midst of joy and laughter of those senseless stupor, I will find my questions wandering and picking just me, amid dancing and dancing, smile.
A moment just to make everyone understand that I will never be one of anything, and then try to remember where I parked the car.
Elsewhere
(lyrics and music by Morgan)
But (what it means though)
I wake up with his left foot
The right one
perhaps already you know
that sometimes madness
seems the only way
To the delight
There once was a boy
called crazy
and said I'm better in a well
that on a pedestal
Today
wearing the jacket last year
so I recognize that
and go
After flowers planted
those collected
the monarchy
those withered
I decided
to lose in the world
although sink
I let things
take me elsewhere
no matter where
no matter where
I was once simple
but I wasted the whole 'energy
for the return
I leave the words unsaid
and take the whole cosmogony
and throw it away
and I threw it too 'I
Under the covers
that there are bombs
is like a bad dream
come true
I decided
get lost in the world
although sink
apply to life
ellipsis
What the unconscious
there is no denial
(one last look moved furnishings
and who we have seen, we have seen)
break free from the belief
the poses and positions
I let things
take me elsewhere
elsewhere
elsewhere
break free from the belief
the poses and positions
break free from the belief
the poses and positions
(lyrics and music by Morgan)
But (what it means though)
I wake up with his left foot
The right one
perhaps already you know
that sometimes madness
seems the only way
To the delight
There once was a boy
called crazy
and said I'm better in a well
that on a pedestal
Today
wearing the jacket last year
so I recognize that
and go
After flowers planted
those collected
the monarchy
those withered
I decided
to lose in the world
although sink
I let things
take me elsewhere
no matter where
no matter where
I was once simple
but I wasted the whole 'energy
for the return
I leave the words unsaid
and take the whole cosmogony
and throw it away
and I threw it too 'I
Under the covers
that there are bombs
is like a bad dream
come true
I decided
get lost in the world
although sink
apply to life
ellipsis
What the unconscious
there is no denial
(one last look moved furnishings
and who we have seen, we have seen)
break free from the belief
the poses and positions
I let things
take me elsewhere
elsewhere
elsewhere
break free from the belief
the poses and positions
break free from the belief
the poses and positions
