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still exists, but I'm not sure to want to make part of the world ...

ON AIR: White Winter Hymnal, Fleet Foxes

I do not want to write . It makes no sense that I write because I have nothing original or interesting to say the least. Do not bother me more the idea that the world could get me and I do not like to tell - more or less detailed or more or less poetic, more or less attractive - what's going on in my life. The truth is that now I'm somewhere else, some A world where you do not want to dissect every tiniest feeling or just the beginning of a bad mood. Or maybe it's just not sympathetic, I try in every way - every day - to feel and be real. REAL. Enough with the emotional amplification, the delirious monologues, speeches all internal to my head, then those who have no sense when compared to the reality of human relationships. Enough of me that I lean on the edge of a cliff that is not there, I want to see below me for not having to admit that the norm exists and, instead, there is no obligation to be exceptional. What is exceptional even when you think about what to cook for dinner, without having to blurt out everywhere, wearing blood-stained shroud and crown of thorns. I am so exceptional that I am not ashamed at all to be normal. Wonderfully normal.

This does not mean that I will write more. And it shows that I'm writing now, despite everything. It 's just that I'm trying to grow up, while trying to graduate by April, to prepare the final three exams and survive in a city of shit which is Rome. Especially when it rains.

Tonight I have not slept, I woke up at dawn, went out with a thunderstorm in progress and it took me an hour and a half to travel the route from home to university, that is 3 or 4 km. By bus. I arrived and I read a huge ad on the front door: ALL POLITICAL SCIENCE LESSONS TO BE SUSPENDED FOR THE SUDDEN DEATH OF PROF. Massimo Baldini. I had the wish to break through the glass door tested. And yes I had to wade through a couple of lakes arose in the night and fight with a dozen people on the tram and abolish the principle of fainting due to the lack of air in the bus ... but then it really true that it must always be the best. It is not to be trivial, really, but this man was a wonderful human being, a very good prof. Theory of Semiotics and techniques of journalistic language and an Associate Dean with all the attributes of the case. And he spoke divinely. So I'm sorry sincerely and death makes me more sick. In addition to fear, of course. Blind terror, indeed.

What else? I have to go in the Secretariat, go home and then wade back a couple of new lakes, new training, wash your hair, change the sheets, sleep, eat, study Macroeconomics, do the exercises in German, shopping, eating, sleeping, stop smoking. And wait for tomorrow, tomorrow afternoon, because until then you'll see.

year like Christmas, so reckless, almost frantic. I need trees, colored balls, lights, wrapping paper, bows and advertising reassuring. I do not give a fucking nothing to what it's all materialistic or spiritual or put little or insansato: I want to be frivolous. I was not too long and I have to take a pause for reflection by me that someone wanted me. So Christmas is well and welcome even the New Year, because this time I'll be with you and not spend thinking about how much I dislike the human race will be two to think about it, and be less sad.

There's nothing I want at the moment, but to continue to make love with you. Repeatedly. It is enough.

And I turn round and there you go.

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"
Here's what I want, I want for me:
1. waking up next to a person who smiles at me: not to the world or the new day but to me ;
2. total and unconditional support, because they are the smartest person in the world [yes, I've just won a contest], but I need it;
3. being with a person who, at least occasionally, feel the need to hug me and touch me;
4. sleep peacefully with that person, knowing that during the night, his arm will come to save me from the cold, by all sorts of cold
5. I can say and do anything without feeling awkward, naive, desperate or out of place;
6. do all my choices, even the most important, with peace of mind knowing that person to share and, if necessary, I will wait for as long as you require;
7. give up certain opportunities, including the most important, because the bond that binds me to that person is a priority, outside and above my life [and is not so because I like love stories overwhelming: it is so because constraints do not hold true on nothing but the commitment, the will and the inclination to compromise]
8. be part of a compact team that does not require standing outside, but is in itself its reason to exist;
9. save myself and my team-mate, every day, even giving him reason and preparing a meal;
10. feel different, unique, not because they are good at something, not because I have beautiful eyes, not because they are predisposed liability to emotional because I am and in the combination of parts that makes this person me, I am different and unique and my uniqueness my teammate should be proud [to be brave enough to be proud of]
11. have a child, only one, and know a priori that in one way or another, his eyes move me;
12. finding a balance, in the midst of chaos, and yet definitely a balance others;
13. begin to see concrete results that are not destined to eternal damnation;


14. I know you, once and for all;
15. never come to my damn point of no return, what makes me drastically, with you never come with you, take me to the point where the physical disgust and the urgent need of unbridgeable distance.





No, it is an "inside or outside." Of course not. But I fear that one day it will be.
"

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I feel like I got cut off an arm, and I wonder where she is my manhood [yes, I am a woman but once I had the balls] ... After an unexpected

ON AIR: That place is not there, Negramaro

I'm fine: I'm alive, more or less healthy and I try to continue my existence. That's not it then very difficult to pursue, after all: it goes without saying, she is very independent and very little inclined to sudden changes [but not slow and progressive]. Let's say I could be in panciolle, his feet on the coffee table, and everything would be on much, however: they are not indispensable to my life. It 's you who is indispensable to me. Unfortunately.

So. I'm leaving, yes, like every summer. In three days I have a fantastic trip to Spain, followed by a tour to Portugal [point a lot about Porto or, rather, on the port (the liquor, I mean)] and a brief return to my beloved love Barcelona. I'll be away a couple of weeks and try to stay very, very quiet. I swear to myself and everyone should then be put up with my crazy hysterical menate with delusions of persecution and a level of security far beyond the disease.

As for the rest, I would say that everything goes well. I almost agreed with those who will make the argument, I'm not pregnant [and, as I pointed out a person rather than (just) wise, would be a miracle because I take the pill but I tend to prefer in any event, the melodrama quote: part of my nature], I'm doing gymnastics every day [two days] and I'm studiacchiando the committee in September [law information and communication (someone explain to me what I'm studying)]. Negative that there are always tired and do not sleep much. And finally, there's drama that you are several miles from me, I can not laugh with you, I can not watch movies on your couch, I can not sleep with you and I can not touch the back with lips.

What else? Someone has to prove the guilt of Bruno Contrada. Someone needs to explain why Italy and other countries on average civilians participating in the Olympics in a state that violates the most basic human rights. Someone should explain the obscure reasons that I should hold the shock in front of the concept of immunity.

Grandma. Okay.

Ah, one last thing. You wait there, still.

Where you breathe the same magic for my belly.

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thirty, demography has acquired a sense or as I change my mind far too often ... The

ON AIR: Jealous Guy, John Lennon
baroque tortures I designed every inch of distance between us.
I needed to hold on, nailed to me.
My pain I would helped to keep still while I tended my eternal trap. Then
.
unexpectedly made me grow up.
tearing the head with your rationalizations hysterical.
I became great and I even noticed.
You were always there.
You're always there.
Still, solid.
My rock.

I'll wait. In your own home. Waiting to come home, expect to see that smile that leaves uncovered his teeth, looks like going to bed with you. Appearance those arms on him. Waiting for the contact. And expect you to make love to me.

I Did not Want To Hurt You
I'm just a jealous guy.

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intolerable futility because of the demographics or Golini Livi Bacci and would have spared the trouble ...

ON AIR: Musa anyone, Afterhours
Why I can never keep quiet? Why can not I accept that what has to happen happens? Why can not I convince myself that - ultimately - a fate exist? Why can not I have to admit that not everything depends on me? Why can not I get rid of this car determinism guilty? Why can not I think that they are unable to control the people and the world [as I would like]? Why I simply can not make me a bit starmene 'shut up and think of me and me alone?
I think, at least in part, is the fault of Christianity, basically I think it was the concept of original sin to distort my view of life. I was a kid, when I have taught, and it is a complicated concept, but rather ambiguous: in a little head naturally inclined to acrobatic contortions, not everything takes root in the right way, let alone the idea of \u200b\u200bever having to feel guilty about the absurd allegorical gesture made by two idiots who allegedly gave rise to the human race [for those who say that well begun is half done, in short]. It 'awful to live with the guilt and - who knows which obscure reason - it is God's own existential condition [but who? the omnipresent, omniscient, e. .. good ?] Has chosen for his beloved creatures. A paradox, at least. Especially since I am not convinced at all the history of the apple and the snake ... for as I see it, even there we have said one thing to name another. And then just speak out, I mean. Or, if you just do not like to speak clearly, at least illustrami by what logic should not make the most pleasant thing that exists in the world [ie, you have created and made available to me]. If you just be so annoying that I have some fun ', tell me why I've provided the clitoris ... Tell me why you modeled my vagina because it fit so nicely with the perfect penis of the male sex with you ... Tell me why you have created an orgasm. It 's all too unreasonable, as far as I'm concerned. And then the history of free will does not convince me at all. It 'the same argument of free market economics to function and no corrections are needed and, in my opinion, for the human race are not even sufficient remedies. The human race is structurally wrong [by force: in the image of the demiurge stoned]: the human race should take, or guide you step by step, delete the root and start all over again. Other solutions, frankly, I do not see.
Good. In line Overall, this is my idea of \u200b\u200btheology.
Then - I do not know - maybe I should learn not to have patience, maybe I should learn to be full of me. I would have good reason, damn. I'd have good reason .


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Orcs and witches are alone and I got you but now ...

ON AIR: Resume Berlin, Afterhours
This period is thus made up of fragments.


The new album Afterhours.
eyes fierce.

The decadent garden of your home. Study
peacefully.

Bus-metro-train.
The desire to be there.

Silence.
The groans.

My blood.
My thighs.

The smell of summer is imminent.
Lillo who sniffs the air.

Your back fragrant.
Your scars.


Crying in your hand [fragile that you could kill me shaking a bit '].

Early in the morning.
I want you.




outside your door to do the right thing.

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so ...

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Ugh, Only because she is always right?
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presume is my favorite hobby or because there is a manufacture of the world's most imaginative hypothesis of the undersigned ...

ON AIR: Again again again, Mina

No matter how long is that I write. It does not matter that I have not anything to write practically useless except in letters smell of eternal love and despair of fragile skin pathology. Never mind that stability is to present signed as a neon flashing in the middle of a desolate wasteland of dark and empty and hysterical panic attacks.

no matter what else? I. I do not care.

A few minutes ago I wanted to deal with different topics, I wanted to quote excerpts from Sartre's Nausea, I would even give an account of my adventures university. Unfortunately, I fell the urge. I must have contracted some form of intellectual laziness terribly self-indulgent. Not that I was never particularly strong, at any point of view. Lately, however, an amoeba would certainly be capable of a cerebral life more active and fervent than mine. It makes a better idea of \u200b\u200bmy inner landscape is, at present, desert. Strictly no cactus, which would be an overly colorful.

good thing is that me coming back upon him, and with a certain violence, the desire to read. No, actually I never went but It was a bit '- even a few years, perhaps - that I felt that craving to possess all the knowledge. It's a little 'Doctor Faustus, so called, but I doubt that I will become a necromancer. Not immediately, anyway. Although it would be a future career as well as to exclude, a priori: in the end, everybody knows that studying communication means to study everything and nothing. With a certain propensity towards the 'nothing', I dare say.

And that's it. I would like to quit smoking but can not. Or maybe it is true that I want. But I, that's for sure. Also because every cigarette is a torment, a rough calculation of how much damage will cause my poor body, so the enjoyment is reduced to a minimum. And it's all the fault of the package insert pill Diane, including thromboembolic disease, breast and uterine cancer, stroke and so on and so forth. At a guess, according to a report that damned piece of paper, a few years I would turn into a heap of potential causes of death.

Basta. This class info I got bored and prolonged contact with other human beings could infect irreparably, causing fatal damage to my personal integrity. Emigrate. I mean, I'm going home.

Ah, you. I stayed by myself yesterday and I will sleep alone tonight. Do not think I could handle it well: you know, you know I can not sleep without you.

But if I sleep on your chest

I can not stop loving you, no.

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AMO

and

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that

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