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POEMS
Astronaut
Porto just my empty
in front of his forgiveness.
Alito as a judge threatens the instance
fears off and save life.
groping among the ashes and fall
hammer the earth with my waters
and now I get up on the marble
has quickly become the mist, and then rises.
There is nothing outside the windows
sides and an area of \u200b\u200bsmall starry eyes
mutants.
Now I read the subject, above
the watchful presence of my mind.
THOUGHTS
Fable Hidden
When a prince will lie in the woods, the dawn will dawn in the treetops and you, little girl among the daisies, you'll get your reward. Until then, stay here to do spells with your brilliance and ingenuity of caring, toys and escape routes, innocence and crime.
And the juice of strawberries fall in love with your senses, where disperses the vehement resentment and hares darting in search of fortune.
PICTURES
PREFACE
by dr. Mario Mengheri
"Artisans salt to kill an angel in heaven with the Black and enables those, and perhaps to himself to go up if needed, if the aggravation the sweeps as often happens in life. Look Inside and gives way to snow in the room, with its dark splendor snowed his choices, his life and his steps to ascend to live. It 's only, not loneliness, not with fatigue and boredom, but finally with its shadows of his life which I now feel, to talk to laughs and reflections on the slipping of a sea. And 'here he meets, like a fairy tale, not a raft but the raft, a boat full of false hopes and requirements dictated by the needs of those who climb, away from the desire and unaware of what to leave and find something. Yet eager and hopeful of life and havens, unaware of what is happening in the lands they leave, sick places now filled only human. Indignant and poverty of our species evolved so-called "
" The dictator always there. He is the man who wants it, is its poor and arrogant bearing liabilities to be a dictator against his will, or not?! But there is another dictator, that true that not give a chance, that does not look at who you are or what you think needs to be the dictator in order to exist and reign in his omnipotence and identity of sand. That is far from us, that we looked back on him, on his meanness and his false naivete, but in the apparent, true kindness and selflessness. It's a cannibal and I want to eat. It is a vampire and wants to identify and submit to him and written down for all eternity. "
" In this world I think there is no true freedom. We can dance together, my dear young friend, but not enough to gain their freedom the will to strive. The nolontà (it's a posting, a stance outside the quota game of life) is opposed to it. A lifetime is never enough to know the unconscious psyche and to find a sense of freedom is constantly changing. Indulge yourself and to others with loving compassion makes us feel and be closer to this freedom, which can not be ours if we love. Love means, in fact, in some way, reduce our degrees of freedom: it is a good price if love is true. Often invisible and love thus imposing golden cages, but cages are always. The nourishment of our soul can not be an illusion, or illusory escape in health institutions or in health, nor to have found a freedom that free judges: judges can not be free, to judge by personal codes or deceptively objective but born from wanting to fix and absolve sins and sins in the name of an imaginary, culturally or momentary justice. "
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