is not that long ago that I approach the keyboard of my computer to jot down a few lines without meaning. for some 'time I'm on my own. I prefer to listen in silence, instead of trying to beat loudly fingertips create a complete sense of verbiage.
if I can be honest, I miss all that noise. but as time passes and the desire is fading, a bit 'is lost between the commitments newspapers and a bit 'is clouded by fireworks in preparation for life around here. I'm getting lazy and like an animal at the gates of winter I'm preparing for a long hibernation.
I stopped writing and began to observe. occupy their free time looking around and listening to spite the conversations of others. I throw the eye to capture the first images that I could not see. And then everything changes. change perspective, change shape, change the sound, change and change and that's it.
I must admit, I'm a nostalgic. I regret the past for their sweetness and let me take the melancholy when I think the lightness of those memories. I would like to stop for a second time asking for mercy, asking him to slow down someone who can not stand the trip and are feeling bad for all the turbulence and shocks. I look at him to see his sly grin and look at the same time to see in his eyes that masochistic thrill that drives him to press the accelerator.
I heard that much of what has happened in the past is present, it should be 'taken as an example for today. I simply think that this is to be out of fashion, that musty shelf where we keep it for fear of ruining it.
say that the future is our only hope. I believe that the future is nothing but a weird astral prediction, a tabloid newspaper announces that faded some vague good news. we keep it close for comfort but as this is going to hurt sooner or later, crushed by a thousand slimy cellulose roderanno moths that consume up to ruin your teeth and digestion.
I can not keep up. I do not understand how others can. I tried to hurry, trying to reach the leading group but I was disconnected again. So I sat down and I took my time. unnecessary to address whether a marathon is a life that you prepare for the hundred meters. sit at the edge of the runway for a while 'till I found a solution to my inadequacy. Ozier for some time and I'm going to enjoy the race this time seen from outside, not paying ticket.
for a moment, the peace of rest ..
