who I'm facing this way?
I do not really know what to write. I'm confused, dazed, full of pain. I try to send him down, hide it under her shirt, but comes back. My turn to the different streets, my home, my city and it is terrible to see her bouncing all over the papers destroyed and hurt. and of course an ugly tangle of doubt and stupid comparisons I up to the throat. these things happen often, unfortunately, but it is different when among the pictures of survivors to recognize the republic, shocked face of a friend. how is it different when you despair at seven in the morning on corridors of a hotel waiting for someone to respond. you seem to feel that ready, so is within you. and therefore does not come, does not respond, does not ring, is occupied. and you see your whole life ahead of you know I might be gone forever. and everything is so mixed with each block of the streets you love so much, that while walking up and down you think you hear them fall. you think that the stairs of the move, creaking everywhere, voices. but not that ready. I felt so helpless and small. so conceited and full of expectations. I remembered the words of Rilke: those who have addressed this? I keep repeating.
who allowed the man astraesse is so much to him and everything? do not exist any more. we pretend to live, we have a sort of account on a superstructure that now is increasingly a game room. a superstructure, comforts us, makes us proud, puts to rest all the fears and monetarist. Excuse me, excuse me, more than ever, the last days have done nothing but increase this general nausea that wraps around my eyes. I think that everything will go to the end without any major obstacles. cement, build, up again, all in the name of dell'affaruccio politichetta the small guadagnetto. We tenderness. nature is there, watching us, totally indifferent to our presence. is patient and kind, but stepmother. does not do it on purpose, nature. nature is well, powerful. us that we no longer anything natural. and we are so full of us that we become even more risk in the field that our mobile phone may be downloaded. air conditioning, navigation, satellite phones, no one knows more about a phone number, nobody knows a way ... This is progress? progress is to live all year round with suits of the same weight to twenty degrees? I wonder what has to do with the earthquake that hit my town and I just do not know. I know we have contributed a lot to throw bombs on defenseless people as that of the eagle and that, at least, we could prevent it. I know that these are days for me to cry for this and that. I know I should respect and brotherhood and so much love for everyone. approaches and makes the emergence of solidarity. and teaches, just knowing how to listen. Eagle is strong and people will do it: not in vain and the winds blew, the storm raged not in vain, "wrote Sergei Yesenin. not in vain and we have always borne, strength. I embrace you strong, because you made me feel less alone and far away. while the verification aspect of viability of my heart ... Manuela
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