The mine it is un'esigenza............ I have to in some manner to free, even if little x seconds, my emotional state trapped in a dark room. ...... ........... I believed that my life could retain itself good, free Autolesione.. I thought that all it was xfetto, like I I wanted it, Selfish Reasoning and stretching out to the Stagnation fed from the nonexistent one "IMPOSSIBILISMO".. A full life of sacrifices and of satisfactions, believed to carry my life in the world that nn c'è..... In the World that it there is not it knows to Live us ALONE who it knows to Live in what c'è.. The World that there is not NOT AND AN ESCAPE.. It is L'INTUIZIONE.. In fact. ........ The world nn there is, the life hurls in a sort of ravine, where all is opaque and little clear, That Ravine is dug from the persons that Think... write these things.. Creating itself VOLUNTARILY that clear opaque and little EVERYTHING.. Fragments of situations that in the context explain you how much the life is bitter, cruel, without salt and without pepper. ...... The Life is Bitter... because a Time obtained the number of the ours "place read" ... We should improve it.. To replenish it of Colors.. Of ideas.. To build them a World around.. ...Insomma there comes given the necessary one.. But the remainder we should do it ourselves.. Instead we wait for that it make all the Life.. ...Dobbiamo to know include it... we should know Help it... and we have to also a pò to Sweat Us It It.. For this think that it is Bitter.. The Life is Cruel... because cannot satisfy ALL.. The Life is without salt and without pepper... for who not possiede of it one and of it l'altro.. Empty life. .... Already Alone for this WONDERFUL MOMENT that we are sharing I AND YOU writing us a pò of THOSE.. THE LIFE NOT E'VUOTA.. I see all to vanish, to remove itself The Life could say the same of you.. ...Ti sees to vanish... and suffers of it.. Perhaps you bushels removing you.. All what built and that they built it vanishes. ...... Here I should understand if you report you to something particularly.. However.. If every so often it is not destroyed something.. It is drowned nell'errore.. If every so often it is not destroyed something.. It succeeds not to see what there it is a pò more in there.. To times we feed some IMMENSE pillars that obstruct us THE VISA.. THE MIND.. To times we succeed at them also I LOVE YOU.. If every so often it is not destroyed something.. We do not give back ourselves account that every so often destroys something.. If every so often it is not destroyed something.. We do not give back ourselves account that The Life goes PROTECTED.. If every so often it is not destroyed something.. We think that ALL it is OBVIOUS.. But the OURS BE here... it is not obvious.. If every so often it is not destroyed something.. We do not succeed to understand than we can do less than that thing.. If every so often it is not destroyed something.. ...Non itself "perceive" those billion possibility that I AM LIFE because carry us BEYOND.. In the Human Relations... and in the Professional Life.. I was x to reach a state of love xfetto (but from how go the things, besides that of my parents, of love xfetto exists alone the hope) ............ The perfect state of Love... is the harmony created from the disarmonie... created them time from the perfect imperfections.. It is perfect actual because not the it is.. Well... the state of love is not a bed perfectly "rifatto".. It is not a house in order... where you know perfectly where to find every thing.. ...No... is a house where there is always some weird combination for that the things move themselves from sun and you always should beware not to lose them.. And in the meanwhile you should add the very other.. For it give back everything even more not perfect armonicamente... then itself that is perfect.. ...Ma alone for quell'istante.. ...Indi not to sleep.. ...Perchè that instant goes... in an instant.. Small drops of tears on my heart. ...... Darkness, buio,buio...... On the Darkness I have something say you.. If you have the compilation listen to l'inizio.. If not ce you have it me it it that you I send it.. All to the it overturns, to the opposite, all one so blundered. ....... Voluntary Autolacerazione and stretching out to the Pathetic one.. But above all consumes you only.. And it not Nothing leaves you that it is worth the trouble of to to be lived.. The mine they leave themselves, My father in depression, you Do all the possible one.. The yours "to BE US" it will do a lot.. Main + slimy of a m**da........ "You include" and not to suffer more than necessary.. Blundered. ........... Christmas? ???????? Passed in an ambulance with my uncle in suspense on red the damned one strip. .... that strip that divides the dark one from the sun, The delight from the fear. ...... The well from that dark and left tunnel from which be wanted to escape. ...... A lot displeases me.. Facing the physical problems we are very disarmed.. Surely the Men that succeed to give a pò of Well-being to the actual mind succeed to Invigorate also the actual Health.. ...Ma I know that a lot happens rarely because unfortunately left the right information.. Wrong fragments of life. ..... I want to breathe, To forget, even if alone x a night. ...... You should not forget.. ...Sarebbe a to Return back.. You should confront.. I have fear that to speak it with my raga you carry alone badly, I have fear of xdere also she, Then parlane with her because if you will lose it for this is just that you lose it NOW.. I have fear of xdere you, Your thoughts, fears, delights, and pains. ..... I have fear of a lot what. ...... You have Fear.. You are Alive.. The love accompanies you verse it not Fear.. But not to stop ever of to have it.. But a what nn fear does me. .... I have not fear of to vent, of to cry like a child, of to believe the good things, to the full life of nuoni resolutions, to the love xfetto, untouchable. ..... I have not fear of to be in the middle you. .... to dance, to give again, to beat the hands, to share that music, Sweet, passionate, poetic, slow but violent, melodic, solar. ........... I ask only little hours in which the fear goes. ...... The fear nn exists, nn calls you, nn the breath on the neck puts you. .............. I ASK, To LATIN, AN EVENING LIKE A LOT, BUT THAT X A SOLE MEANING HAS ME. .......... A LIVE. ........ I want to cry with that music. ... .. .. .. SILENCE .. .. .. I want that evening. ....... Those moments. ...... Thanks x to have loser these minute x to listen to me, you excused if I bothered yourselves. .... No Boredom... or rather.. Only perhaps you will not find always someone ready to listen to yourself and to answer you "subito".. And you will have to be strong and large to Include It.. ...Non claim ever... this will help you Much.. But I hope of all conoscervi. ........ I WAIT TO LATIN TO THE 24..... ALL YOU. .... WE WAIT FOR YOU.. TO GO BEYOND.. TO SHARE THE DELIGHTS.. And to FIGHT TOGETHER THE DIFFICOLTA' OF THE LIFE..