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2010, the year of the candle

The new year begins shadowed by clouds that foretell storms and severe thunderstorms in the near future. We say that the conditions are bad, between work and private life are not put to better, even if they are always conscious that they can always get worse ... but I wonder when it will improve?
The truth is that I want to recapture a slice of the past, although I am aware that you can not, and that what was then acting just someone who looked like what they are now, and with me, even other people.
time, life, change anyone, it is just, inevitable, and usually improves like wine, while others become vinegar. Something is missing, and I fear that there will be that feeling of belonging, security, a state of mind that served as protection against everything and everyone. Of course, now I have learned to protect myself from the world alone, but everything has its price, and who can say if I paid right? for sure what is done remains the same and until we know with certainty predict the future, we will continue to make mistakes.
lift up my eyes to the sky crying tears incessantly winter, those same tears that run through my face for some time, and not because there is no reason, but simply because my pain threshold has shifted, the shell is more hard and sharper than the sword. Moreover it was necessary to survive, you had to kill a part of me, even give up my greatest dream, just coming to terms with reality, leaving on only a small faint hope, a tiny flame of a candle hidden in a remote room of the my soul, rightly so, in order to stay completely in the dark.

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Dum loquimur, fugerit envy aetas: carpe diem, quam minimum credulous posterity.

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The Jester's desire

one bit missing from these pages, a little also missing from other pages, and there is no real reason, nothing particularly pleased kept me away from here, but to be honest, nothing terrible I pushed again here. This is the simple desire to be there in a moment, to exist in the thrill of the moment seems to be the only really important thing. There is no light or darkness in my sky faded, only pale colors. All right, all extraordinarily fluid and smooth, everything as usual, with people who continue to disappoint, and those that continue to amaze with the times, would not want to end up ever, and with those who would like to vanish in a flash. I would say banal, even trivial in my life then there is not much, say, trivial to me, despite me regardless of me.
Get out, see people, have fun, indulge at the time precisely, without thinking about tomorrow, even without think later. Sometimes I want to do it and do it well happy with the results, other times I stay home with my thoughts, my music, my movies. The strange thing is that I can not say which of the two situations are no longer alone. But being alone and feeling lonely are two different things. At how many people really care about me? to be honest, how many really matter to me? Fewer and fewer, more and more you get used to being alone, and the more you see yourself in the future, and more to get ready to do so in the present. I've made many efforts, but each seems to be result of ephemeral duration, meteors across my sky, and then go off elsewhere. Ben are meteors, but not enough. I have no more tears, no more anger, not to life, however, not to mine.
While the eternal search for my angel is increasingly becoming a tangible reality that epic poem, sad clown trapped in a destiny written in half by a wicked and perverse hand, I deny what I most want, and will not let me stop since there is lust.