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16.06.11 Happy
Birthday Angel |
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Ora che
ho perso la Vista
ci Vedo di PIU' We
can't communicate if...
>> Rest in Peace Heath
IN PEX WE
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(kız) günaydın gözünaydın,benden aldın sende kaldım dün bunaldım zor uyandım, görmeyince zor dayandım baktım olmaz seyre daldım, anılardan bir tomardım çok yoruldum çok daraldım, penceremden gir içeri üzgün oldum,düzgün oldum,bir yüzümle yüz göz oldum bir ses oldum,bir söz oldum, söyleyince sensiz oldum baktım olmaz seyre daldım, anılardan bir tomardım çok yoruldum çok daraldım, penceremden gir içeri (bi kendimden geçir beni) |
| I don't
know untill when i will update this site, many parts are good others are
incomplete, of course you may say it's all about shit but that's would
be only your fucking opinion and personally i care only about mine.
Anyway... i did'n't want to talk about this, here, in this site you may
find lot of things, especially about music and cinema. Normally i use
english but some parts are still written in italian so if you don't know
italian but want to read italian then you have to learn it! I'm the
dumbest on eartch so i'm not
capable of telling you anything right, so you must be on your own from
now on. Probably the main fact in life it's none to be understood, i dont' know why things go in the way they go. I believed once i had at least one fucking answer and now i don't have any. I don't need to find answers anymore maybe, maybe not but... who fucking cares? We are on a road and we can only walk, sometimes we stop and we turn but mostly we keep walking. I don't know how much i have to walk or if i have to. I just take my knowledge and my way to feel. I don't like lies but i think life is the biggest lie. Everybody cares about money and superficial things... well, there's nothing wrong with that, everybody does what everybody likes more and better. I have all my flaws, all my bad attitudes, it's too late anyway for me to change or improve. I did for a while but nothing is due. One of the poems i like to remember more it's by Ungaretti, i will post even the translated version in english. "S.Martino del Carso Of these houses nothing remains but the rubble of a ruined wall Of the many who were so close to me nothing remains not even that But in my heart not one cross is missing This ravaged village is my heart" "S.Martino del Carso Di tante case non è rimasto che qualche brandello di muro Di tanto che mi corrispondevano non è rimasto neppure tanto Ma nel mio cuore nessuna croce manca E' il mio cuore il paese più straziato" There are moments, there are days and all we can think is only to find a way to resist untill the next day comes. Sometimes a day it's like 1 year, long to pass, heavy, sad and cold. 1 day so long you could die 10 times one after the other and get ready to die again. You can feel pain, you can remember it but you can't forget. Sometimes pain it's so deep you would do everything to stop feeling it. Well, i have my hurts and my pains, they are in me as well as everybody gets them on his own. It's hard to go on, step by step, i can't run, step by fucking step, slow, even slower, it's all i try to do and that i try to do. Day or night it doesn't matter, i don't care. People love people cry people scream people live and much more and people die as well. Enter bad weather, this is good and positive, i feel every piece falling down, i feel every shred coming to more shreds and more and more, nothing lasts, sunshine was in the bedroom, up and up and up and down and it doesn't make any difference what i say. There're only shreds to meand or possibly to be blown away to oblivion. I don't have anything to loose anymore so i go on slow, with this kind of inerthia that makes my leg one ahead the other. Sooner or later i will stop and you know what? There is nothing that i regret, nothing that i would'nt do again to feel what i feel and live what i lived. Probably it's late now, it's even more late now and will be even more late in a little while. Yes... i'm burning down, well, everybody does on his own. And yet... that day all was numb, slow, my echo goes, my ego won't, all in a suddend i'm a whole sea of miles and miles away and nothing could heal this wound nothing, there's no shelter. No more, no nothing, nothing at all. I recall at least i try, i sometimes see what's lost, what's no more, what's and whys, still i let time loose on my primary bittersweet, on life of life and yet it's harder to stay. Could you recall me? Could your recall anything at all? Could you forget or forgive as well as i can't? Couldn't you see myself in ruins, my soul sold for free, my brain becoming un-smarted and giving away all sparks. Could you call me again? Could you? Could you feel the cold breeze as well as i feel it every moment of my life? Could you think what a waste it is? Could you count my wounds and give relief to them once and for all? Could you stand and fight? Letting loose... i'm letting loose, i'm getting loose, i'm loose... Who cares about what you read what you think, it's always a shallow impression, we are shallow indeed anyway, we see, we think, we do on what? Nothing, just shallow schemes and so it goes and goes and goes and goes forever. My burnt half fights every second, i should quit smoke but then i think who cares? I should quit my bad attitudes but then again why? I should do a lot of things right in time but time is never enough when you need to do things, a lot of things and a lot more. One day i see me in some place truly far form here, doing i don't know what at all, this is not the main thing anyway, maybe i need a change of season, a change in life but then i still miss my quiet place, my lone isle, my land of unknown. |