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There or not?

Monday, July 7th, 2008

Often friends (and sometimes even friends) ask you to be there ... to be present.

But here lies the problem: you have to be as they want or as "you"? I am not able to "pretend", you can do that .. I can adapt, but not for long. Immediately or almost immediately (and who knows me well knows) I get "discovered" and then I prefer to be clear from the start.

If you do not approve of a choice, a way of making even a way of life, and I say I do this.

I enjoy all its joys and / or intristirmi of its sorrows, but if I am not a "participant" I will not be 'ever so' never so happy or sad ... or maybe even a little 'the opposite.

It 's not always easy to be distant and fair and not' even easier not to think or say "I told you so".

The hand, my hand is still stretched, the availability 'does not change, but I realize that not always what I have to offer and' what the friend or the friend search.

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and yet 'strange ...

Monday, July 7th, 2008

Yes, and 'strange how sometimes (often?) That happens when you talk about / to someone this is the only or most do not understand, and' strange that sometimes when we talk about when we speak of others seems themselves, and 'strange that happens to us and that when' all clear, others see the night.

The rain that falls in the ocean is not 'just "water" falling "in water", also because' water is different. How will 'less salty water from the sea after a storm? Everything changes, changes every moment. Heraclitus declaimed his PANTA REI, stating that:

"You can not descend into the same river twice, and you can not touch mortal substance twice in the same state, but due to impetuosity and speed of change, it scatters and collects itself, comes and goes"

and his disciple Cratylus will push you 'as well, saying that not only you can bathe in the same river twice, not once but only because' the water that bathes the toe will not be the one that bathes the heel.

Everything changes, everything changes, even I, even you ... but we are always ourselves!

Let us always take the positive ....

still other thoughts ... thoughts ... let me think again ... "Thinking is the talking of the soul alone." (Plato)

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So 'I hear you

Monday, July 7th, 2008

Sadness and longing,
fear and determination.
Life in balance

between being and will,
Archbishop footprints
water by slender hands.
Walk the Line:
sunrise reflected
in the eye.

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Ghosts

Monday, July 7th, 2008

Appear, with phrases, jokes .... never direct ... never "decided".
People far back in time and space may have more to say.
Once again I would say that I'm here! I have never hidden, I never left "secret spots" ... I am always put in place, for what they are ...
Ghosts appear and yet ..... So here I go ... to dredge up the memories and writings ....

We ignore

We ignore!
Just for fun ...
almost as a joke.

We live now in this
armed peace,

Although I try not to encroach,
not to talk,
not to feel,
I hear that you're trying
to steal:
spaces,
friends,
my being.

Stop throwing arrows
blunted,
If you have to attack it happen right,
Do not use metaphors,
or ambiguous words ...

I'm tired, disappointed, angry ....
I would try to respond but ...
But perhaps it is better than
we continue to ignore us.

11/12/05

And ... then ... forget me ... or do not hide .... Ghosts do not stay but at least be consistent!

And for all those who are not ghosts venting ... sorry!

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Neurons

Monday, July 7th, 2008

No. I have not neoroni.

Not even the usual 2 ... 1.

My head is full of words, phrases .... that are formed at random, as images of a kaleidoscope.

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Monday, July 7th, 2008

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Holiday

Monday, July 7th, 2008

That's weird having to say goodbye ... to go on vacation and "not having" almost want to do it.
But I carry on notebook paper and ... who knows, marks something like the old days!
Meanwhile, greeting all who pass by here .. I hope rincontrarvi on my return!
A hug!

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Calm

Monday, July 7th, 2008

I would lie down
in a meadow,
in spring,
to hear
noise
grass
growing.

I would like to rest
on a beach,
in summer,
to hear
the sand
navigate.

I would inoltrarmi
in a forest,
autumn,
to hear
noise
of leaves
fall.

I would like to visit
on a hill
in winter,
to hear
noise
Snow
that sits.

I want to give,
your soul,
this calm
unreal
living
in my heart.
28/09/2005

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Return

Monday, July 7th, 2008

I spent days
to follow my thoughts
the flight of seagulls.
Dreams and visions
I smiled and waited.
I got lost in the sun
and found in the sand.
Same but different,
changed yet myself,
still looking
the tread
by gulls.