My friend, comes over me every night a sort of curse.
When the whole family is in bed sleeping off the computer, silenced television, go to the bathroom. In this room a bit 'shabby return the same thoughts. Al Secure credit first: I think the fact that my father is dead. It's been a little less than two years, but it seems that it happened just yesterday. Then I think about my inevitable end, the transience of things in the world, the entire universe. You who love the eschatological concepts you should find you at ease and suggest your views on this.
However, what will seem far-fetched is the third of my thoughts, that is for you. Yeah I read from your eyes to the wonder that is expanding to the rest of your face and your whole body stiffens, "Do not believe it." Sometimes I do not believe in some events that actually happened, I saw why I was there, I was the protagonist. It is not easy to give credit someone who claims to think of you every night before going to bed, the bathroom, too.
You know how to do that, you have to help me understand. I try to explain what happens to me. I'm not so convinced to think of you, dear friend, but I think it is you at the center of this moment. In fact it is a person who does not exist, shaped by a childhood fantasy and evocative. What has your hazel eyes, your hair thin, your incredible fragrance. And a smile ... dangerous. You are restless, nervous, however, has a remarkable talent that I would call 'visual'. In greek the word 'know' is made with the past tense of the verb 'see'. You ... you know! You are increasingly incredulous? I just imagine how much.
Your ability to see, frame and cover every situation leads to a knowledge and skill of which you doubt yourself, not for modesty, but out of conviction. I reflect, that closed in bathroom walls beige, your power, your innate gift so powerfully evocative narrative. Your suspicion is the prison of my obsession, cruel condemnation. Are you a woman of another era, so far from this. We often use the wind, so present as invisible and changeable lashing. The wind always brings something, rain, snow, peaceful, sand, heat, frost, hail. It is pure energy, there is going to the absence, random but governed by laws superiori. Riempie il vuoto, porta a spasso le nuvole, fa arruffare il mare. Risuona cupo, anche se lui non emette suoni in sé. Assimilarti al vento è un accostamento talora pericoloso:
La calunnia è un venticello
un'auretta assai gentile
che insensibile, sottile,
leggermente, dolcemente
incomincia a sussurrar.
Piano piano, terra terra,
sottovoce, sibilando,
va scorrendo, va ronzando;
nelle orecchie della gente
s'introduce dexterously
and the head and the brains
is stunning and is swollen.
From the mouth coming out
the noise grows
gains strength gradually,
already flies from place to place;
seems the thunder, the storm
in the sense that the forest
goes whistling, muttering
with horror and makes ice.
After all overflows and bursts,
spreads, doubles, and produces an explosion
like a cannon shot,
an earthquake, a storm, a riot
general
that makes the air resound.
And the poor maligned,
humiliated, crushed,
under public scourge
has arisen for a large crack.
"You're exaggerating,"
I think I hear your objection. You are naturally inclined to vilify other people's thoughts so wrong, arguing phrase by phrase, especially on the logic underlying the syntactic construct, on each concept. Your relativism destroys any defense. You're always right. Can you enlighten my darkness cognitive, taking me by the hand towards the right path. I'm not convinced, but the axioms do not admit your reply.
"So you have to accept it."
I know that is not true, that there is at least one other explanation, but I just see no reason to be able to expose it.
"My friend, where are we?"
"We have nothing. Paradoxically, "says the fact your secure," we , but nothing in , where nothing should be .
You're right this time too, although we could not, we ended up in nothing , although Actually, there , we should not be . Not because we should be in anything, but because, once stumbled into that dimension, our should be ceased entirely.
DEAREST, since nothing is not nothing! "
" Bravo, but I think you're quoting Hegel only to please me. I do not want to make an ontological question, in fact I am not referring to non-being, but to a non-place, das Nichts. "
fantasy dies because people have given up hope, and forget their dreams, so nothing is rampant because it is the despair that surroundings. I made sure to help him, because it is easier to control who does not believe in anything .
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