Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Blue Seat Covers For A Vw Beetle

slides again ..

weird these days .. day .. day free and not free of thoughts, memories faded and live at the same time. Remember kids, little girl, an adolescent. Days of confusion, fear for the future, days full of questions and awareness to have few answers. Days when I see sense and nonsense. Days when even a leaf stimulates my thoughts and my questions. Wants to scream, yell ... but sometimes feel suffocated, crushed by a world too large but also small. Days when I realize that everything around us is a distrazione: l'università, la casa, i passatempi...tutte distrazioni che ci portano al non pensiero..a evitare tutti quei temi che ci fanno paura e che vogliamo allontanare...siamo sempre di corsa, indaffarati, stracolmi di cose da fare. Io ho deciso di fermarmi. Sì, mi sono fermata un po'. Non vedo il senso di tante cose, non capisco alla fine di tutto quale sia la differenza fra un 18 e un 30, fra l'avere un lavoro e il non averlo. Non capisco quale sia il senso di questa corsa faticosa, il senso di questo lottare contro tutto e tutti. Ogni giorno in questo mondo devi lottare per emergere, per non farti schiacciare, devi adeguarti ed essere in un certo modo se vuoi far parte del gruppo. Devi adeguarti, devi entrare in quel circolo, in quel fottuto system of shit. Come quell'uragano pushed hard in fact suck, consumerism, surface, superficial, appearance. A world full of selfishness and narcissism. I can not stay inside all this shit .. and I find that I have to wonder who in the end I believe there somewhere. There .. because when we are small and pure riuciamo goni corner to see them in wonder. Growing up we are deprived of that purity .. teach us to change, to be made ... they teach us a lot of things wrong. We remove the spontaneity from the first day of school .. like compounds and the soldiers still in the pews ... divide the mind and body. Away spirituality. Fill us with things to do and we take away the experience, that truly touched by hand ... .. smells, tastes, smells, racing in the rain, crying, screaming ... feel like it ... want to get rid of all that is useless and immerse myself in the simplicity ..

"Conti hurt the things that did not go as you wanted
fearing only ever appear
worst of what you really are.
accurate accounts to remember those who have avoided
looks and how many words you've spoken
not to risk disappointing.
The house, the whole day,
the journey that you did to feel more confident
closer to yourself,
but not enough is never enough.


slides again and again as
one morning you were to dress and do not be ashamed to cover

slides again and again as if expecting another

surprise that faces
too distracted and absent
to understand your silence
there is a world of Intent
behind transparent
you close your eyes a bit '.


return to feeling the edges of that courage
failure that instantly make your eyes
lowest

invisible and your thoughts go back to count the days
know that you do not know how to wait
have closed too many doors for them
reopen
you embrace what you no longer

The house, clothes,
party and your smile and kept after erupted
want you to hurt less,
but not enough is never enough


slides again and again as you were a
morning to dress and do not be ashamed to cover

slides
again and again as if expecting another
surprise that faces
too distracted and absent
to understand your silence is a world of

intent behind the eyes transparent
you close a bit '.

And you do not want any mistakes

want to live but he who does not live
leaves the sign of the biggest mistake.


slides again and again as you were a morning
to wear and do not be ashamed to cover

slides again and again as if expecting another

surprise that faces away

and too distracted to understand your silence is a world of

intent behind the eyes
clear that close a bit '.
I close a bit '. What
close ...
"

Sunday, July 18, 2010

Zio Card Reader Driver

want-not want

Voltage,
study
fourth review that I face this summer,
disappointed with teachers who do not appear as such but which appear only essercitare their profession for the sake of looking from above,
many thoughts and reflections,
themes that I have opened my mind as a matriarchy.
want to escape with the mind, body.
desire for freedom. The desire for independence.
desire for peace at home. Impossible.
Want to practice what I think. Difficult.
Want to move me, to give shape to what I feel. Possible.
not want to sun-sea-bed but something more.
desire to act. Alone. With my strength.
Please understand, to seek, do not give up.
desire for non-approval. Please
of madness, of change, transformation and growth.
not like writing a well-articulated speech.
Want to see and find a way.
But perhaps there is a sense.

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Outlet Mall In Ontario

Presentations

Today I would just like to do some presentation .

here RAGU ' :



These little beggars covered with hair are really deep wells,
where we throw all our emotions. (Bruce Schimmel)