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on air: "Let Love Down " Stefani Germanotta

I'm experiencing a regression. As a Hegelian triadic process, I'm coming after I place myself outside of my body and contrasted.
E 'served all the pain and bruises, the eyes of one who is evil too immature, sterile, tears and cries, fears, and distilled the poison from my own mind.
I look back and here's what I see: I lost a lot. I'm
my security of eternity, in which, yes, I truly believe, and that even in the torture which involved made me feel warm, safe, secure, when in fact maybe it was just everything that has alienated me from myself.
I lost faith in people, or at least, I have a lot less. Realize that the way see another in front of you can change so quickly, it's really terrible. So what will become of what is today and who's here today to embrace my flesh? You just have to repeat that what matters are the memories that people and things pass us by and leave us something and that's what we can and must maintain, because of their voices that there remain echoes of their skin will only have a cool feeling on my fingers.
bad. It was so nice to believe that there was really something permanent. At least one thought to bring more in, even when the meat was far too low and the voice.
But no, even that was questioned. Also years of promise and beauty. In this precise moment, I do not nothing left. Only bitterness. Not sadness. Not nostalgia. Do not worry. A little 'fear, but that belongs to me. The rest is just bitterness.
Who knows what tomorrow will think about it.
But anyway.

Although it does not seem even to myself (as I continue to reverse swing the poles of my thoughts), I'm regaining my balance and my defensive abilities. I'm becoming a little 'freedom of seeing the world and I'm beginning to understand how it is possible sometimes to let go a bit' away, continuing to be myself, indeed, perhaps a bit 'more.
I'm also realizing that it's nice to get rid of words and gestures, every issue which comes from here, to make room for everything I can get back in return. And 'good bet for a while' attention to itself, in order to understand what this world has to offer, and what I can draw good. Indeed not. What I want to draw good. My
imbalance hurt and walked, I ran too, thinking that they knew my legs keep me standing in a path never traveled, and I was wrong. After all, how could I know?
Life is full of errors that unfortunately too often do evil to others, but we are human and what we feel is not only the fruit of reason, indeed.
Who does not want to be hurt by others can only remain in a glass cage, because sooner or later even the person closest to perfection you will find to be wrong. The right thing to do at that point is to understand that the world is so and, unfortunately, not everything goes as we thought it was right that he went. Sometimes those who do not deserve it will get punched in the face for some kind of karmic sin. The thing that I learned to take a long time ago, and always ask: what did I do wrong I? What evil have I committed to the world that has put me in the face of this pain? And there's always a reason. I, many of my mistakes I still have not understood what they are. But who knows, there is a reason for the pain we feel. Maybe.

And another thing I realized: it's so nice to be happy (I remember thinking a long time ago). But it's also nice to feel bad, cry, fear, shame, bleeding, lying in the dark. In fact, I find myself now that I am subject to a partial peace (at least emotionally, not mentally), to regret a few days ago when my artistic inspiration derived from the nostalgia, anger and fear gave me the opportunity to write notes to my ears have never been so enjoyable. I managed to put my fears and emotions on and keys in my throat, and I'm satisfied. That 's what that is worth living, this metamorphosis is that catharsis through which the spirit becomes manifest and takes physical forms.

Yes' to what I want to live.
turns to music and participate in the eternity of the world. She said my professor of physics, waves are endless.
And then I want to become a wave in the infinite space, infinite time, infinitely accomplished, completely myself, my soul, my voice. I.

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The World Turns, The Time Scroll

on air: " Fast Car" Tracy Chapman


The world turns, time passes.
I walk in the fog.
reckless actions are performed according to the present.
The mind is so confused by the many thoughts that oppress, that I realized that I lose everything.
I'm losing so much.
time, the possibilities, the smile, mine and those I had in front of my.
I hurt in the past. And I learned what was wrong.
Even today I hurt. I learned something else. I was wrong again. A new different error. Stumble, fall to the ground. I can not to rise, even if someone gives me a hand there. I can not. The wounds on my body are too many and I have to treat them one by one.
The pain is beyond me, I feel it shake my throat and penetrate into the stomach. And every step is difficult, every word he hides behind a hundred others. My every thought is developed in three dimensions in every direction, and the issues to be resolved are multiplying exponentially. I'm still
anyway. This is good. But the pace is too slow, the thought is hampered by millions of ropes that bind him and stumbles all the time, it rolls on itself, comes back, it explodes and he hides, falls down and vomiting.
And certainly not the world is still waiting for me. Even less people.
And I realize that he could not write, because everything I say is just too much and I still can not rearrange the ideas. I should first of all seek the end of the wire (a wire at least) and dissolve slowly, calmly. Maybe listening to Fiona Apple and Regina.
Maybe a cup of tea resting on the table and a drizzle that ticking on the window of the attic and my journal and colored pens under my eyes.
To begin to understand that I exist.
What can I live alone in the world, among others.