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Grey is the color of melancholy, they say. That will weigh down the gray, which relies heavily on his shoulders, pressing down. That gray sky that fills the ruins and then down I understand everything, any other emotion.

If you bleed your eyes with his ruffles, his blades with those of water.

Then you know it.

If you get too close when the water grabs you with its tentacles to a white foot and drags you down.

Then you know it.

Then you know it's the green is the color. I am not speaking of green forests, leaves, grass. Not that bright green, the deep, the sea ...

... is the color of melancholy ...

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Wake up!

His eyes were wide open and the eyeballs rolled out of control looking for input. Of any source. The view is an overbearing sense, we feel lost without. But here there was no photon wander. All around him was plunged deeper into the pitch.

The sight only generated a sense of imbalance, such as relying on something unstable. Died instinctively view leaving the eyes open, he leaned on something more stable, the most primitive of the senses, smell, hearing, and we tied George regained his balance, he understood that was not alone. There was some body next to it.

The other senses were not Czechs, and generated huge amounts of electrochemical impulses that flew in every direction and part of the cerebral cortex, drawing afotico space. Move your fingers first with great caution, then, slightly, his left hand. They were long and smooth hair as he touched. The other hand however, still not moving, and recorded touched the surface perfectly smooth skin of a hand. George rolled his head ever so slightly using the tip of the nose as if it were the source of a sounder. Along with hearing, the brain recorded enough information that can form a clear and bright image.

Somehow, George was content between the pads of his hands and face a girl. He felt a deep breath. For we do not know why her lips were just a few millimeters from those of a woman.

She was asleep ...

It was not his girlfriend, he did not know exactly who he was. For George it was like being in one of those science fiction stories in which the self is placed in a foreign body until a few moments before. But he felt a strong attraction for the neural image. Imperceptibly continued to graze your skin and hair. Like a huge magnet attracted him.

George felt like a child on a swing in the few moments before they ascend the stage reaches the highest point of the curve, which designs, happiness. He felt that he wanted to reach the highest peak of an impalpable pleasure. He felt a very strong and powerful desire to kiss her. What would have made him extremely happy, just the thought of not doing it tore.
George approached his lips to those of the girl leaving between them a thin, infinitesimal breath of air. Wanted nothing more, he could not imagine anything but kiss her! He hoped that she would leave Morfeo to wake up and join him in that world. He savored the enormous desire for all the countless moments that separated him from the absolute end.

George could not see any way in the eyes of her. His hearing, however, recorded a change in respiratory rate. He saw with his ears the moment she opened her lips slightly thin air to collect more. In brief moment she awoke, and without knowing it, without absolutely no photon could transmit the image to one another, they looked at one o'clock in the eyes of ...

of what happened then, did not know anything ... the future is to be written!

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How are you? The

Well yes, I remember exactly that day was almost over, when it comes to a point. With big smiles and big steps too close to me, say hello to me, hugs me and the shit, if they comes up with a seemingly trivial question.

- Simona! How are you?

Well yes, I remember exactly that moment. What blew me in the head. The thought and the words I wanted to say that being at that time too! I remember exactly, but the thought stuck in my head, I crossed the entire bark. I thought of the Schrodinger's cat, no it is not my neighbor!

by Anglo-Saxon can learn a lot. They have many flaws it is true, I can not stand their constant imperialist attitude. Some things, however, we should learn from them. An Englishman would not ever ask how you are. That demand do not think either, and do just fine.

Often I think our mental state follows the laws of quantum mechanics. Answering the question "How are you?" May be a paradox, just like the cat Erwin.
Imagine a cat that can eat two bowls of treats, one of which poisoned. All in a box where you can not look inside, unless it is open. After leaving the kitten, not at all claustrophobic, with his favorite jelly that will have equal probability of being alive or dead. Until you open the box and observe the cat is both alive and dead. The paradox in fact

lies in the fact that until the shit is not me that question, I was paradoxically serene, I could equally be described with a positive or negative.
Still on my own!

- then? Are you there? You can find out how are you? But what are you thinking?

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back to square one!

And so, almost relief, as if wanting to be deaf, blind and dumb, as if only because I want to stay away from it all Saturday and Sunday I spent two days the most significant of my life. No, I did not win the Nobel, the Pulitzer Prize and I was even awarded the title of an evolutionary biologist year. I just struggled with the newspaper, made to blows with the present, a blood duel with the past and organized my first real photo exhibition.

I had lost dreams, hopes, desires, my irrepressible enthusiasm. I was empty! An empty green bottle that a storm door on the sand, in the middle of winter. In mercy and away from everyone and everything. Far from what it contained, from what we called it. Not a bottle of water, not a bottle of wine worst nor the best of Caribbean rum. A green container of translucent material and amorphous that if he had lost consciousness.

It 's been a whole year, a year when I struggled to fill the desire to do and be. And I wanted build something to counteract the destruction that I roll. Step by step, frame by frame I put together some pieces. But this time I did not do everything alone, not this time. And Friday has blossomed into an idea which I thought very, much. Has not been the most beautiful display of photos, not the most elegant and refined vernissage. But my first time. I spent two days among the most intense and loads.

Goodbye to all that was a real goodbye, you'll see ...

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Déjà Vu ...

's night, I look up from the rear-view mirror as small bright dots moving wisps, like will-o'-the-wisp of Norse mythology. My corner of my eye catches sight of a pair of slender bare feet on the dashboard that play to leave footprints on the windshield. Prior to completion of all ... a voice ...

- Between! Uei! Mica you fall asleep?! E 'half an hour I'll call you! Guide eh!

Puzzled me around, I thought I was alone, but that's where she smiles at me. Gently opens those lips and smile crosses his face and reaches those green eyes that light up.

- Mica you get angry if you support your feet? Daiiiii!

Those eyes are hypnotic, are for me what a deep dark well is for a child. An entire universe. Attracted by the beauty of what you do not have, what you do not know. A magnet. And I can not do much more than smile, I can not give any kind of vocalization. It 's the most beautiful smile I've ever seen, the most dangerous, the pit.

reach out, I make a caress. My hand can not touch it, my touch only disturbs his image. Like a stone on an image reflected from the surface of water.

The ghosts do not exist, no! But the shadows!

Suddenly all the "reality" around me begin to come off, it starts to peel off and flakes, fragments like a jigsaw puzzle of hundreds of pieces that ruin the floor. I end up in a thick fog, I seem to be an astronaut floating in some undefined point in the cosmos. The up, down, right, left. References nonsense! I am completely confused ... no ... Maybe I'm just in a corner of infinitesimal time and space. E 'night, but I do not know where, in or out. I have lost all reference. They are everywhere and nowhere.

On the ground of the arrows indicate directions and roads. I see the lights go, darting as neural impulses through synapses, the optic nerve spreading dominoes, electrifying the whole cortex and each cell. Confusion, loss of orientation. I think I hear the heartbeats. Long beats ... no! Deep and long pulse, my. They are one of suffering and elation ... I perceive something ... yes. The dark void around regains consistency. Maybe I understand ... balance and orientation, they come back from somewhere. I know exactly where I am. I recognize him perfectly.

I know exactly where they are! ... Lost! completely lost ...

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Lately, strange things happen to me, then good things, very beautiful. I was in a place that does not really matter. Usually the place is not very important. I was there that I did on my own, as almost always late. I turn and who do I see? Almost did not believe it! A friend I've known for a time of a sudden, in one leg, one is always full of enthusiasm, always with a thousand ideas, had not seen for a long time. Almost did not believe it, damn it! And 'he. I call it, a couple of times, not to the first turn. I see, is a pair of second stop staring at me, the lights a spark, and I focus a big hug.

-fuck are you doing Between! Fuck are you doing here?
-I? What are you doing! It 'a life that I see you, and here, how often these places?
-You know, I ride!
-You do? We go there to have a beer? my treat!
Cicconardi-offering? Come on!

And so begins a very nice chat. One of those from a nearly infinite amount of time I did, at least one year, at least! It tells the story and so, one will tell me, a he, a lot of things, one, two, three birrozzi, the one I offer a him. Laughter, laughter, and laughter. Then he stops and says:

-Between!
-DIMM.
-between, you know I'm in love?
-Well ... if you mention it ... believe it!
-You can not understand ...

She looks at me straight in the eye

-Between! No! Not you!
-balls! More more, said, do not linger.
-am in love with this girl, because I do exist. You know what I think? I believe that human-kind and in general the intelligence is in place and was born because nature can accomplish that which is beautiful
-Well, you do not have a point ... If you do not turn on the light in a dark room you can not know what's inside.
-Cicconi, but mo has to do with that room?
-It was not what you meant?
-I wanted to say that if someone does not love you true you exist, but do not exist.
-Fuck how many beers we drank?
-Let me finish! I mean, we are all as of universes, each of us is a universe and all these universes exist and coexist in my opinion! Like parallel universes in the multiverse is part.
-I call an ambulance?
-Between! You do not exist if I do not do exist in my universe, a piece of you because there is a fragment of your universe is no longer parallel to mine, but it meets mine. Now imagine ...
-What? The neuro?
-Now imagine two parallel universes that become non- accidents, but fills the same space! Now, just in case that the whole is in the other and vice versa. That's why I love and loves me, because I do exist ... Totally!

It 'clear that here some of us have had a little' too! Perhaps the dialogue was a bit 'different. This is what I remember though.

And 'the worse, however, be pleased to see me, just so!

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Irony system

I'd like to address the problem more thoroughly, maybe when I get back ... this is just an observation, not a complaint, nothing new ... In a few

day delivery, 2 to be exact! I have to go overseas to do a course! A course on molecular evolution. Well you say! Yes, yes! Excellent! The university pays, pay me the prof. "Bella Cicco, what a beautiful experience. " - Very nice I always replied.



touches me, I said, go abroad, across the ocean to learn from those who have invested in cultural knowledge. Who goes, I go into a system, the one American who puts the money and profit at the center of their "noble" purposes. I go there because

here ... not here! Here we do not invest here, if you spend to do it for a profit immediately, if you invest here, here, if you eat the grandparents (Baroni is a noble title, there is nothing noble here).

" But sorry, you did not say that I will pay the university for the course? " - You say ... - Yes! the university, the state, we invest, when it happens, to send away ... " go away abroad! " They tell us!

In a week of my contract expires a year, a research grant ... renewed for three months, until October. Today a colleague: "They arrived the other money! Nor there until March and if you give us an extension until September! " - A big smile framed the event! - I ... I vomit out all the irony and cynicism I have for this. " Daiiii Great!! Celebrating!! Because now I can look for work abroad in a few more months! "
Archè her: "These things make me nervous Do not know how many temporary workers do not even have this! "- A big smile reverse frames the truth!

This is class struggle, a struggle horizontal, among their peers! This is a struggle between the poor! ! !

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"Hell has a time only, life begins again one day"

There are things that are incisive, a bully, at least for me, and I do not have a force that I can please have the good fortune to be dominated.

The other night I was in Rome. This time the place and time have a value, a meaning.
The other night I had the privilege, the privilege of being tamed by the emotional force of a writer.
The other night I was with hundreds of other people at the Basilica of Maxentius, was there to hear the words of a guy, a guy who has made a choice has declined to a normal life, how everyone wants it and has deployed. "I'm not there!"
The other night I heard the words of Roberto Saviano, and I would describe only a few huge opening minutes of an evening that will not forget so easily.

Parto da Viterbo just after work, arriving in Rome, Coliseum, and I would add to the unending line, it's raining, but they are all there, dozens of young people. The row, the first is to take the ticket price. Soon after we aggregate to the second, and enter. The setting is breathtaking, and we are outside the ruined Basilica is beautiful and for me it's the first time. The stage is under the nave still standing, so many people sit and stand. As the light in a wonderful theater sets, with the same effect of the spotlight that slowly fade to give life to the stage, seems made, the rain was made by.
Waiting, waiting as each has its good taste, and you imagine what could happen. When now the light is off, comes together to head of an organization and culture, with pleasantries that comment, kick off the evening. Log

a woman, an actress, Anna Bonaiuto. He has his papers, the lectern is there and the big screen, everyone can see you. Read a part of ' introduction of the new book / collection of writings of Robert, Beauty and Hell. It 'good, a lot, and succeeds in a wonderful company, accents, tone, pauses, intensity Roberto writes beautiful words. And the emotion is inevitable, yes, talking about his situation because of its reasons, Roberto talks about us, about me, talk about your life, our things, fears and weaknesses. It speaks of hope. She goes out among the thunderous applause and Roberto takes his place. Onstage, he and his dazzling smile and embarrassed. The applause continues, and everyone is standing. From the big screen they see it all. The first floor on Roberto does not suggest, is very excited and her excitement is coming true because, make their way through the crowd and get direct as an arrow shot by Ulysses passes the twelve shields. His smile widened and her hands nervously and repeatedly and frantically began to rub on his head, his face, perhaps in an attempt to remedy, restrain, control a huge and sincere emotion.

Everything becomes one, applaud, smile and a tear to me eye check on the one hand, only one.

Thanks Roberto! Thank you for the hope that we all need.



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In the middle ... in one morning ...

... and then a new day. The sun comes early and I wake up the whole. And 'soon, too! Well! I go out, there is light ... everywhere ... the air is fresh, I cover. Slowly open your eyes and ears looking for sounds ... nothing. There is no sound ... silence all alone in the silence and light breeze and some acute vibration.

There is no one ... or rather, no one there! Why around, everything, everything I really need. In my solitude I start to go along well!

And How numb limbs broken by a long sleep, as the blood in the veins tablets inexorably takes too long to flow in winding loops, in a bittersweet transition between sleep and waking, between past and future, hopes and defeats, in half of the mixture of love and hate. Just like waking up in the darkness of the night and the glory of a sunny morning ... I take shape!

There! right there in the middle, greenhouses eyes, open wide the lungs and savor the air.

a sweet taste of New!

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like some things ... sweet, soft and colorful

Statism ... stillness in time ... a quiet time ... once thought life was the search for a stillness, a calm, peace! And I tried, in things, in people, life ...
Then came ... when I least expected it ... when everything seemed clear, transparent ... when everything was in place or was about to go ... came along and changed my life, I have turned over like a sock! Like when you're small and the Befana fills your shoes, especially huge, chocolate and good things. You emptied it, but when you think everything is out ... no! It is not enough! Turn around, facing the shield to get us out until the last trick! Well he did it. It came addressed to me, showed me how beautiful life, what you can enjoy with all five senses ... absolutely ... and then ... then it went away ... leaving the full heart, a living reminder of life!

Sometimes we return to the heart and mind, I remember those moments, those feelings and senses ... angel ... as when tasting the sweetness of a soft cream colored ... like when the colors and flavors set in your mind and in your heart ... and ... and no longer go on ...

05/05/2008
"It will not be cooking gaetana doc, but always speaking of the Mediterranean! Buon Appetito
itching! "

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This is a long winter ...

On the planet there are places where there are no seasons. .. the four mean. There are places where winter is almost always or almost always summer. The realm of cool colors and almost always more where those hot heat more ... in between are the places where there is a little 'a bit of both' the other, a bit 'as we ...

For many it is spring, summer is a good time, what good living, one in which we all feel happier ... Oh yes! spring and summer we are all better people, more open. Yes!

But what would happen if there was the fall, winter? If the leaves do not fall, if the snow does not veneer on all, if that cool first and then the cold weather does not cool down our bodies, we did not close and lock? Spring, yes! The spring bloom anyway? Those colors, those flavors, those pleasures, that sun slowly starts to warm up, I would notice? The feeling of change, there would be improvement? I would notice? Enjoy the rich prepare a salad?

Without the winters of our lives, we would appreciate his springs and summers?

This is a long winter ... but it will end! And the taste of a fresh fruit salad will fill your brain with pulses of life ... Yes!
"Ad astra per aspera "

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Dis-sociato/Dis-adattato.-.4/4 day


... and just last week I made sgam! am entered the wrong bar! I should get further down, I got too much, too up the hill!

€ 3.70 ... I have to explain why here coffee and milk (cappuccino) cost so much? Not the cultivation of coffee in Italy is the only source of livelihood is the country's economy. ... Anyway, here it really sucks! First note

dis-sounding, cup and saucer with the Lavazza logo , just like sugar, but we pass the contents of the china! The coffee is so long that the name of cafe au lait me is appropriate. Sa dirty water. Okay, there may be, happen, did it long hath been distracted ... Then there's milk , well, he can not milk! He does not know of milk for the simple fact that it is so hot it burns and sears all sensory cells even before the molecules to stimulate! ... ... Idea! Perhaps that is why it is not good! If you do not feel ... and I do not! The smell of coffee is stretched in hot water!

But that's not there, the visual and structural cap! The milk is long, very probably skimmed the foam is not compact to form one with the milk. E 'layer, I would say that we did not!

But even I, a cappuccino there that claim is properly done, I think so, I just know that Dis-adapted!

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"Would you like a brandy, Paco ? Or Perhaps Some coffee? "" The French , "He Said, with great Conviction," know nothing about coffee . "[I do not think too Dis-Soccio or Dis-adapted. ( ed)]
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... now the pace is more bland ... everything is much less dense dissolved ... ... ... and scattered I end up in a park. Yes, it's about that time, more or less so, perhaps. ... There is still sun light ... a sun fades ... dumb ... musicians, two, they play a sax, the other guitar in front of me and them, I should say him ... An almost continuous stream of people flowing from side to side, not a destination, but all have one inside, clear ... or maybe not? Someone on a bike, someone runs ... someone will be happy, some not, some do not. It matters little my way, hear my music. It makes little sense no longer a goal, it makes little sense mere survival ...

... sounds, well, well ... ... Sweet jazz, happy, cute, curvy ...

... and flows throughout, as their notes, short breaks, some sharp, some low, some backbeat ... and get a laugh ... ... But I, I got to do that ...? ... And the guitar sound ...
I feel like a ghost, I see , feel Almost touch , but no one knows I exist! But I ... exist?

They stop playing and go away before I leave a few coins ... maybe now ... maybe now exist!
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... I always thought that the finer things in life are small, meticulous containers. Are hours that way, uninterrupted hours between streets and alleys, in a continuous exhausting search.

passed by a pub, there is a window ... into a chair! It 'just past the lunch hour, maybe not. Beer, pint of beer! -It 's a strong call-and within us is all. The place is desert and I thirst. There is a delightful '60s music and I finally I see the bartender, give her a look.

E 'light-skinned, brown eyes, natural fiber, large Tits! I smile when I ask for a pint. The former must always be long, a long sip of beer, and smile again. She looks at me and smiled.
Small pleasures of life!
Seeking the chair, I spread on it, and its stench of sweat gives me the shivers.
Small Dis- pleasures of life! ...
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.. . in that neighborhood is like being in another place, a place in the place ... I just put the luggage in what appears to be a hovel, disguised as a hostel. It 's late, but I found the place easily. Resurface memories, places, things and faces, hunger. E 'after midnight and I have to solicit food. I make a turn around, try things edible.

All the way, at least in the area. Finally I find, a tiny take-away turkish ... no, Moroccan ... no, Indian ... blissful ignorance. Later I try to explain to a little man up the middle of a down if there is something to eat. It 's all wrapped in coils of celofan, everything extremely fried. My French is smooth as alabaster cube rolling on a beach ... and he comes to mind that I might not be the place. He points to square things, which are also extremely fries, says a few words in French, I think the ingredients, I understand only Pomm d terr, know! Potatoes! Good, hunger! " Ok! Une! "he replied with one word, I could not write it down! I - " Oui! "I do not know what that means, but I'm lucky, makes it extremely fried, with traces of food including apples to the ground in a microwave and heated it to me! Answer Exact!

But it is only the first day! ...
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