Impressions

Every now and then at certain times, I happen to stop a lot more 'often things that look as if everything were more' slow. During this period, as happens every time I exaggerate with the emotional strain on my body tells me and let me walk, I must learn to listen and listen more. '
Saturday
Switch from the university 'with the ceremony of diplomas with honors, enter the room and see so many faces, some frankly a bit absurd, simply observe the feast of parents and flash, and cameras. Try a mixture of sympathy and rejection, in reality 'the system part of them'. The lack widespread criticism, the approval of the bestial thought, of the appearance of living often also born in that place. Sympathy for a projection of the time, the Review will, remember the afternoons to discuss Chief World Systems, that little table in the bar, where he found himself, and where time spent studying relentlessly stolen. A little 'ingenuiita lacks the' bottom of seeing things.
Saturday
ARCI Avenza Carrara, instead of anarchists and simplicity 'and human alcoholic. Faces carved by the wind, smiles with some teeth in less than expected, the pure red wine flowing, a person who had not seen for 12 years, the last meeting had been acrobatic and embarrassing .... a party at his house where they played and then in the midst of mutual hangover, find themselves embraced in a corner and then nothing ... the shock effects of alcohol with embarrassing, to be lost sight of that evening, strange to find himself playing together after so many years, with that smile that recalled the delirium of that night in May. Basically I miss this way of seeing the world, this simplicity 'of the pod with the sheep, the people who listen and applaud at the end is talking through the night I say, and I respond by saying that the way must thank they are made, if we played that way, and 'cause he felt the attention, care and respect. Without a corner stone, the talk about resistance to the end of the evening. Breathing hard, I feel alive, and take up my time. The words are sometimes sharp blades.
Sunday
Walking through the city 'in those deserted streets and retrace the route, the roads, people, the brain goes fast, areas recovering from past flash memory, transforms them, drawing them back into the present, strange sensations with the wind caressing me gently.

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