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Have you ever had the feeling of being inside a really horrible day?


After spending untidy holiday, after a sleepless night after the amplifier Again, last night was to be a quiet evening.
And so it was, except perhaps the pull until 11 pm. What
Oh well, there was, I am a high school student, not a child of primary school.
But I'm thinking that it's usually an hour less of sleep is harmless, this time, thanks to the brawl the other night at Fight Club style, the sleepless night to make the idiots around Lozzo, and perhaps the way I spent this holiday season, there has been some damage.


Alarm bet at half past six, as usual. O has not played or did not hear it, because waking up at 7:30 is a casino.
Headache. Here, late and waking up with a headache is just like having a doctor who will arrange a few extra hours of sleep.
And so it was, regardless of the school (which honestly, for many reasons, I do not care). But ...


If the subtle balance up early-school-night sleep on the benches / notes / casino has been dented, in theory I should be happy because I remain traumatized by the school or not, or can I get more sleep.
But it was not, for reasons I can not say for now. Returning to
my day, I woke up at 11 or so.
On the PC, checked a little 'around, picked up the bass and thoroughly tested the amp again.
And now I seemed to be asleep, despite the curses, the notes played and the pages loaded.
At 13:30 I leave for school. (I have the afternoons, thanks to the Italian school system ...)
And I start running. Were it not that they are without benza. And share the curses.
around looking for open gas stations, there are none. Figo.


And I find myself here. Probably
I'm not complaining for cock. Come on, who cares, it's a day like any other, look at the bright side: you have not been questioned by any party (INTRODUCTION: Holidays are holidays, no?), You have no shot Este as an idiot in search of food, you made sleep more.


BUT there's more. To this day many casinos are added. So many little things.
The little things that accumulate and then you give a damn.
you put aside and then they bring from you.
STOP. Update on faccialibro, chat with.
RECOVERY.
The examination of the license, for example.
that I removed it (the past, by the way) had removed everything. But no.
are not yet out of the tunnel, which is in October so many things that are around me fade away.
My passions, what I always promise myself to do, I do not.
Why? By chance are now other weights, other chains?
I do not like anything, then?


What a wonderful thing. Live just because you were born. And you do not understand how important it is.
I feel really bad today. And I can not even go around saying "sorry" because at the end of the problem I am, what should I apologize? To exist?
In that case, I would not be here writing, perhaps I'd not wake up this morning, maybe last night I would not have even arrived.

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Notes crisp and clear fall air. In
distort and swirl of the moment dissipate in an echo.
So with a syncopated rhythm, between upbeat and downbeat of a musical score reading becomes uncertain and abstruse slows.
It slows down and it is doubtful,
it is doubtful whether the instrument and the act, and act
to doubt that the doubt after he turned off the lights.
Blind, images, black, silent ,luce , dubbio.
E intanto si resta stretti tra le proprie spalle.
Tra sonori dubbi, si va avanti con l'occhio ,
si calcola, si spera.

Just because I'm losing
Doesn't mean I'm lost
Doesn't mean I'll stop
Doesn't mean I will cross

Just because I'm hurting
Doesn't mean I'm hurt
Doesn't mean I didn't get what I deserve
No better and no worse

I just got lost
Every river that I've tried to cross
And every door I ever tried was locked
Ooh-Oh, And I'm just waiting till the shine wears off...

You might be a big fish
In
a little pond Does not mean you've won
'Cause May Come along

A bigger one And you'll be lost Every river

That You
tried to cross Every gun you ever held-
Went off Ooh-Oh , And I'm just waiting till the firing starts Ooh-Oh
, And I'm just waiting till the shine wears off ...

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Saturday, 27/11/2010 I'm back: race and social

When I had already decided this year to hang around the nail in mothballs, my team, Mitton CUS Ferrara Triathlon, has decided to organize a social good race.

And that race is: a no holds barred Duathlon!
The mileage I have not yet understood, ought to have be of thumb:
- Travel
2.85 km - 10 km bike
- 2.85 Travel

The nice thing is that snow is expected this Friday.
The company reserves the right to transform the duathlon in biathlon: the moon boot've got, I miss only gun pistol.
Then you run and you sweat and then cycling through the cool season, it freezes the sweat on him. But these are details ... also because we're not triathletes at all ... and we can not put a polish brass bells ....

Departures are from at least slower than slow (nice way to say the saddest to stronger).

What's better than a race in an atmosphere of carefree friendship with your friends and teammates with the Christmas holidays that are approaching?

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One

A deep breath in chasing away the bad thoughts.

The next moment is waiting to leave for an uncertain border to please old and new, a more recent full vacuum and that you remember so well.

Let me be clear from the outset not to mislead, I have no very clear about what I write, or if he really write the true purpose of these lines.

Basically, I wrote to write. In that blog, the OTHER blog, I think it's enough to know that there was and still is there, dusty and smelly closed somewhere in the network. Write

I have already written and then I stopped.

Why?

Better to say "when": when the wish that the writing was more of a simple passion, it became my profession, it became a matter of life or death. Mica tell a joke, you know? Really: life or death. And there were no alternatives, either that or nothing. Soon you realize that nothing is surprisingly faster than any dream, more agile to slip into the folds of everyday life where the risk of a limp desires is very high. If you find a moment is found.

So I stopped, that make pleasant memories, those carefree hours stolen from sleep, had assumed the contours of a dead end.

Yesterday I opened this space, and should understand why and what's so different from the other day.

today and yes, quietly, avoid questions and go.

Forgive contrasts, but I guess these pages like a game of loneliness and connection, music and silence, readings and long-throw line, vanity and caution.

of complexity and order.

A hospital for broken thoughts.

For brevity let us call blog.

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Dear friend I write ...

It 's true it's true ... is a bit 'that I do not write ... I admit it ...
But it will be many small little things I did in this period I was busy elsewhere with his head.
Then in order:

- have joined the Executive of Fotoclub Vigarano (Ferrara) and now give orders to everyone.

- On November 30 I will give a lecture on Street Photography. For those interested
http://www.fotoclubvigarano.it.

- Clare and I have signed a sponsorship: the hit is called Tigist, a 12 year old girl who lives in a village in Ethiopia, 400 km south of Addis Ababa. Tigist goes to school every day, has at least a plate of rice and receives the necessary medical care.
All for 50 cents a day. When I go to the machines they spend 40 for a coffee and it is also bad.
short, an initiative of satisfaction.

- Clare and I were the official photographers at a wedding of two friends triathletes: it was great fun and we managed to bring home a good pool of photos.
Quest 'years we have made several photo shoots: they are very challenging times but they give a lot of satisfaction.

- There was Halloween I dressed as a Halloween

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Clare also has drag (pauraaaaaa)

Devil ChiaraG, Shining Bellabigo and
"is the tut I know Padar"

In short, we are a couple of fear: D

- I bought myself a new goal for my car Camera: 17-55 f2.8 Nikkor is called and is a beast (for who knows how to use)

actually I surround myself with professional equipment to pretend to be professional: D

- appeared to mold in some rooms of my house, maybe the moisture brought by the sirocco Last week he interacted with new windows. Well: I enjoyed spraying bleach and breathe for a house with swimming goggles (unfortunately I have no photo on this)

- is a crack appeared in the bathroom sink, born surely support forces as a 90enne on ceramics. But do not worry: I've already bought the new sink and I have already booked a plumber.

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And now we are talking about sport.
E 'came the bad season
Between training and go buy a andarmi mistocchina prefer the latter.

SWIMMING
In the pool I feel "Ridolini" in costume this time with the team are doing specific workouts alternating frog, dolphin, back, maritime and free. In detail:
- frog and dolphin: I do not know how to do
- back: I'm recovering from years
- marinara: it seems that is about to drown off the coast
- off: I am learning to give consistency to breathing every 3. We also do exercises in breath, and sometimes my friends ask me if I have spasms divers. Yesterday I wanted to stop after 2 tanks because I could not breathe, but nn to breathe every 3 or every 5, breathe every 2 .... Worrying?

To sum up: I have caused a global ironing his back. Next!

BIKE
I started doing rolls.
I put in the garage, between the clothes hanging out and I seem to run in Provence between the lavender fields.
Lately I do a little 'warm-and then I take the death of minutes and minutes to return to life.
iPod: the last of Litfiba (Canganceiro Tex and between tracks and more daring), the last of Skunk Anansie (which I highly recommend) and dance music Taranta Salento. Eclecticism or madness?

TRAVEL
short workouts I never go over 10km, with sessions alternating progressions with work stations .... Although short and seem to me very long.
The last two workouts I've done under a wind and rain from a lunatic asylum ... ok, no passion.

Next target: the social contest ....

Greetings to all!

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Asthenia

A slight hiss, fan noise from the cold.

The disorder in this room,

the clutter in my life,

the clutter in my mind.

A swirl of color penetrates my eyes

the darkness of my thoughts and swallows it.

are lazy Lately, I've lost the will to keep going for the simple reason that I do not see a future.

Perhaps I refuse to see a future, whatever I tend to stop.

I want to sit, even for a moment and contemplate what surrounds me.

All in a hurry, there is too much in the frenzy to make every simple action.

smoking a cigarette fast, wash fast under a cold shower, take fast hectic on the road.

's all too fucking fast .

would be nice to scream to everyone "Hey, you. Pause for a moment.."

If only everything would stop a second, a moment, probably the sediment could become conscious.

Wondering why things makes us aware to exist.

now they all follow the flow, interminable, unrelenting, inescapable.

The individual heads are lost in the sea of \u200b\u200bheads and nobody remembers where it's own.

Recently I decided to try to give more attention to what I do, in my past I have left some pictures faded as a puzzle incomplete.

I unbridgeable gaps, I do not remember where they existed.

The thought of not being present in my own existence makes my life like a dream, easy to forget.

I'm afraid. Can I be forgotten mistakes I made, this means that I can ricommetterli.

and persevering in the mistaken there is no progress.

as I am stagnant water.

Help, I will not drown.

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The title is completely random: I should in theory make the task of chemistry.

Anyway. Only in the midnight, with only company that Baloo the other side of sclera behind Skype unnecessary report physics.
I had already done (or rather, I had already gone crazy over) a few hours earlier, before embarking in the study of mad and desperate to matter where I go more widely.

do not. Crazy because most of the second pre-test high school age, study every day is an amazing tight.
desperate because this is the result, that is absurd and even a drag night.


BUT the big problem is the system. Wanting your bitchin 'acculturated to the end, this attitude is the result of the system.
The human being is developed based on the environment in which they live.
Let me explain.
may be a rebellion, a desire to oppose a society that tells you to do this, do that, but does not offer anything in return if not a certainty, to continue to do so and then, after years of hard work, have a piece of scrap paper in his hand.
may be the nihilistic and self-destructive desire to do nothing.


Both analysis are fascinating to me.
Since my being black and dark, very inclined to the latter, but I pushed hard towards the first.
very much.

The fact is that we must fight this system.
Spilling the structure and superstructure.
destroy the world order.


These are just three proposals. There are many others.
But I'm tired, and I'm too taken from the oxidation of alcohols basicity of aldehydes and phenols.


fact. They are too alienated from this society.
Really, when I see the ball the east to form a molecule.
If I find a circuit in mind I have left for hours before I realized that life is better.


While Baloo the other side ends up with it is put under physical and chemical, I realize I just wrote this is a delusion.
A futile attempt to Paraculo, a paradox that attempts to explain un'accidia nestled deep inside.


... And writing this I realize that's not true. There is something rotten inside.
But many brands out there.

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Vision

here, sitting alone at the sight of the world.
There, sitting together in front of the mirror.
Standing screaming pain of our condition.
Standing to sing of our dreams.
Running away from the madness of everyday life.
Pursuing the ideal of life as freedom.

front of the mirror, watching me.
Admiring the reality from the eyes of others.
away, and wear our masks.
And dancing to this great reception.


Dive into the world in the mirror.
Changing the way out in life.
the midnight of our lives.
Noon of our dream.

There may be infinite parallel universes, and one myself.
How can there be only one reality and a lot of me.
You can be all my hallucinations.
I can be a collective illusion.


Here again, in front of our lives.
Again there, looking out to the universe.
awake and ready for the daily races.
Sleepers and the dreamy race of life.

The door is still open.

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Silence.
the night there is nothing, apart from the ghostly moonlight.
Not a Nirvana that accompany me to think about how everything is falling apart.
As the dawn advances, while the prostrate my body gives way to my mind frustrated by days of repression and apathetic store, I see all passing me.
This week was the most horrible I've ever had in the last year.
Almost as if you were living a life of another, almost as if I was possessed by the society and from that system so that I shrink.
While I saw around me the eyes of people tired, the eyes of people now reduced to bot.
And all the while I felt the urge to live my life, not caring beautifully commitments and social relations.
Because in the end life is only a struggle for survival, or vice who is the strongest or the most adaptable.
But being reduced to a prisoner in my own clothes, while being dragged by the vital impulse, is horrible.
seems to feel his skin and pulling the fire exit.


Yeah, fire.


I need to go out, to escape from this reality.
I need to go to fly away, even if on wings destroyed, insecure, covered with memories that I do not want to see again.
I need to spend more time with myself.

Something wrong with the world today.
Everything falls apart out there.
This world made of nothing and built on the sleep of people. What is really happening? Are breaking down the illusions that keep this Ash stuck?
Are they increasing, supported by the nightmares of those who must constantly look out for them?
O are falling behind the dreams of those who shuns?

Is there an answer? No. .. and that terrifies me.
There is no end. There was even a beginning.

But while the answers are still missing, anger increases.
And anger leads to madness.
A horrible another week of madness, where hold off their if it becomes increasingly difficult.
Getting to the point of not sleeping at night, tormented by his inner demons.
and appreciate the suffering of the day, because at least it distracts the mind destroyed.
But what will work this placebo? How I can keep healthy appearance?




The patter of rain outside marks the countdown to the explosion.
In a crescendo of madness, the wings can be explained and the fire flares up.

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a misanthrope, an apathetic / empathic and philanthropist ... I would say that is a phenomenal combination: D

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I saw a place I like is called Warcraft ...

I live in a better alternative reality.
Where can you be what you want, whoever you want.
Have fangs, horns and a sword three feet long.

Where you can shoot fireballs or ice missiles.
fly, swim or run for huge lawns. Where


know many people who share a passion with you.
Where it becomes a big family where everyone has their role and help each other.
It does not matter whether you are Italian, Chinese, fat, ugly, beautiful, black, white.
You'd still part of the community.


Where your guild mates are like brothers, sharing joys and sorrows.
But most share the time.

It 's like a great novel, but unlike the latter, the adventures are to tell our own.
Everyone lives their own adventure. And to earn the epic
spend hours and hours to buy and sell in auction houses, fighting, writing scrolls, talk, argue, challenge to a duel, lighting fires to cook together.
We spend hours to live.

It 'really a virtual reality where many people operate every day?
A human relationship is downgraded if it passes through a computer?
This is life. Why ask me to stop?

I will extend my hand, you come with me?

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Rain, please, spread Some happiness!

"I would do anything and that's what scares me so bad. Do not want to live my life alone Do not Want to go back to what I Had, Do not Want to Spend My Life Without All Those special things, Do not Want to Walk Around Being tied to anyone else's! "

Haha, dream or are awake?
I'm slowly slipping into madness, I laugh alone.
And 'maybe a little ridiculous the situation?
I want to stop thinking. I want
to burn something, I want to scream in the night.


white-wall-jail-fuck.
rapid succession of words linked together dall'impulsività.
Associations of free thought left to wander around the room.

who tend to fuck everything, I do not know why, maybe I'll be in love with the place?
The weather also bring rain?
I hope so, I love the rain. Transmits good feelings, that is wet and cold on the skin. The mixed aromas accented by the smell of wet.
addition, the rain gives me a sense of liberation, seems almost a cathartic moment: wash away the evil of the world, the negative thoughts and gives way to peace.
The rain is dear to me because I sleep, something that last effort to appreciate, cause insomnia, another dear friend.

I miss the fog, the dense fog.
That fog that hides you from the world, protects you with his elusiveness.
In more lately my mind is very foggy, as I enjoy it.
I can not concentrate, I do not have the usual lucidity, it's all cloudy.

Cute I would say, I'm confused.
had been so long since I felt so damn confused!
curious confusion, I've always liked her, too.
disorder reigns in my room in my life and my thoughts chaos.

Chaos, unlike most people who are convinced that destroys, creates. From chaos come
always positive things.
The order is the enemy of chaos.
and order in many like it, gives the sense of clean.
And cleaning is associated with a thing done well.
And then back to chaos.
Consequence direct: order destroys chaos, chaos is the final link in the chain, perfection.
could also be the one that breaks it, but I do not want to think so.

Looking ahead to tomorrow, the first thing that comes to mind is punctuality.
Why am I always the bad things to collect you in mind.
I hate punctuality is a thief of time.
Time is money, so punctuality is a thief of money.
This should be deleted.

Why, because people do not want to understand all these things?


Ah well, ok, I'm a fool. I also speak alone, this is very funny.
And I love my madness after all.

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Every now and then, fuck you.

What does a misanthrope, alone in an infinite expanse of grass?
hates himself. Or maybe perseveres to have confidence in people who are a little more outside of that infinite.
My lonely train of thought led me to isolation: I created a little island of peace in which to take refuge. My vision can focus on the blue wave and my hearing can rejoice with the twittering of birds flying free in the blue the sky.
Here you are well away from the world.
My small planet hurtling into the dark universe without deigning to look the other planets, galaxies and star clusters than without worrying about them, without complying with the laws of physics.
It 'a free spirit, light and rejects the need to socialize.
Here I'm fine, it's dark and fog to protect me.

prefer to sit on a rock close to being on a couch.
I'm fine, here, alone.
And if I come to ask if I need some love, I send you to fuck.
Why is that the place that you belong: Fuck.
There you can find so many people, I have recommended to many by now. What absurd

Why should I entrust my life and my thoughts to someone?
Why should I trust a person when you know that 99% of people puts you in the ass?
And do not kid yourself that there is 1% that do not, quell'1% just waiting for the opportune moment to do so.

And do not tell me that they are an asshole, I did not consider the feelings of others.
Not because it is not true, but because it is useless.
I know already have done so. Arranged.

I broke the balls all your paranoia, your superficiality, your not wanting to understand.
There is no worse than an idiot who pretends to be an idiot. And
only things that can be with an idiot, others are just idiots.
Conclusion? You
almost all idiots.

It is not a difficult concept, why should you try to break into my life?
I'm okay, you can also shoot in the temples.
I would change absolutely nothing.
Your life is basically meaningless. And it is useless to try to make a person a sense of your life, one day he will go and you'll be fucked.

I'm the world degenerating and is simply confused.
They all lost their minds, we're screwed.
'm fucked.

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E 'in those nights where everything is slightly illuminated by the dim light of the moon that I stop and think. While the intangible
blaze of smoke released into the air, my gaze is lost in the void and my mind starts to create that endless stream of thoughts.
are thoughts that end up a little further beyond the barriers created by people, barriers that allow us to remain human.
Rationality, unfortunately (or fortunately), leads us to go beyond what is realized in each one of you in ethics.

Often my point of view is not understood, because the average man down stakes over which it can not go, because if it happened, destroy itself.
The essence of a person consists of his thoughts and now all those impulses that define feelings. My
achieve a particular apathy has led me to isolate the suffering, the rejection of the full scope of emotions makes you free from any kind of pain.

Many people call me an asshole, a person with the feeling of a mannequin.
Here, unfortunately, is not about sensitivity, but of survival.
If I stop to create the structure of what could be a common emotion, I lose time.
because our brain picks up the pulses and converts them into what we would like to be, because in reality when we suffer, we choose to suffer.
Many people know how to say no, apparently. In fact it can do.
I said no to many things that led me to be who they are. My rejection of any type of emotion has brought me the ability to focus on a target of any kind it is.
Rejecting the mundane everyday sensations can reach Nirvana.

People are made of one's thoughts, the essence of ourselves is our thinking.
Take the opportunity to think about a person and destroy, does not become a puppet in your hands.
Now maybe I really understood what it hides the veil of Maya, I have not ripped but burned.
My
insensitivity (as some people have called it) is nothing but an overcoming of mediocrity.
I climbed on a step above the other, from here I can see the skyline.
I was able to be separated from humanity, I refused to relate with others, I destroyed all the bridges.
I stayed with my dear friend Solitude.
Me-Me and myself, are a formidable pair, we can count on each other without any doubt that the more we betray. When
accounts only on yourself, everything is easier.
When you accept your limitations and sometimes exceed them, you realize that perhaps nothing is so complicated.
Give yourself a hand, bring your to break the chains that bind you to others.
learn to fend for themselves, learn to not have the absolute need of someone to lean on. Purchases
self-esteem and believe in yourself.
master of the world and you feel you can afford, as someone said, every morning to tell a little lie:

"The whole world is mine" .

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I updated the graphics of the site and placed the widget.
I had free time and I was a bit 'tired of having unfinished business, in fact.

Through reader can see our musical tastes.
And Continuing the theme, banner backgrounds and very reminiscent of what this blog is for us.

I had a tiring day, 8 hours of school during the time of redemption of low-and-driving school.
Now back to studying Schopenhauer. Hoping that tomorrow morning I turn the Gela sit in an aircraft carrier for his fighter. I would like to go a bit 'well this school ... I repeat: a little '.


not want to be a 1 or a 2. No, I want to be a 19, a 24. I want to stay behind, where I can be comfortable and enjoy life, though that is just heavenly. In front there is too much pressure. Although the recall of pride is high. As one of the people around me who often expect a lot more than I can give.


I am not God, and I would not be (for not having his anguish ... eh, I'm studying as I write)
I mean, I do not want take responsibility. I will not delude myself.

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Black / White, Hot / Cold, Sound / Silence.
But also Triumph / Failure, Happiness / Sadness, Passion / Indifference, Freedom / Slavery.


The list goes on. In these few lines I want to understand why I like the contrast.
But I hate to be in the midst of conflict.
I do not like to be the means, the point of contact between two systems.
I like to have so many ways. But I do not like to decide.


I think it's difficult to stand between two fires.
I think it is betraying even a mortal sin, if I am in the middle.
I think that the agreement should be sought if possible.
But probably the way it is long and treacherous.


I really like to switch from yellow to blue and bright energetic fluid and elusive.
I like to spend a quiet introspective and meditative music with a carefree and Hooch.
But I hate having to go from happiness, as it is illusive, melancholia.
Even worse is to pass gray from the burning passion to indifference.


This is also contrast. Again, this is life.

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I do not know ... this period is really weird ... I begin to wonder why a camel spotted with tufts Fonzie should never wanting to repeat the humps to be more aoerodinamico and laugh more quickly ... but the problem is that I feel the need of hour 60 minutes where 60 minutes are over 60 minutes of 60 minutes! I would not mind to have extra time in a day, although perhaps a little would suffice as well ... I would ...

I, I want a world at I have dreams ... yes, I just know that the efforts to do is pay off, not the penguins to make Polaretti, and that natural selection was not as hard. Oh yes ... Last is one of my favorite ball and chain that weighs more choices in between Saturday and Sunday (or between Sunday and Saturday) and that brings me and think that perhaps the need to choose me to make the choice not the point, which in turn is a poor choice solution, because then I Bisceglie again, in short, I end up rimminchionirmi for cock.

course, because I stoned for other excuses ... perhaps, boh ... I do not know what I miss. It makes me laugh. Laugh thinking about a future that scares me a bit. As I am afraid of stings, the air pockets, or Rabbit.

The thing I like about this time, however, this subspecies is the most painless of inertia. Yes, because I'm not sad, maybe a bit 'bored but definitely not sad, and that is good and this means that in a decadent way in which you play to die soon, perhaps ricomincierò to have fun, if it is not my expectations be plowed back as the land in September (after a good fertilizer).
Well, now I'd better get back on track than to think how to solve the problem of wind camel and we just need to get out as soon as possible because even with the Antani Scapellato to the door raises the papuja futta Ebba. NOTTESOFUSO

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1:13:32: how we went hunting

"I have finished the race from a few hours and when I think of what I remember, I remember when I pressed the stopwatch before you leave and when we crossed the line. And 'gone all too quickly, to the best of our ability and the great thing is that we had fun, really.
Today I ran with the warriors and for me it was an honor!
But let's start in order ... as always accompanied by a beautiful ChiaraG and a pumpkin pie with lots of champagne Pol Valdobbiadene, I reach the Team It is organized in a train car, the beautiful Lido Nations.

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After brief summit between team 1 and 2 of Cus Ferrara Triathlon, which provides a little 'warm-bike

All down on the handlebars
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is no evidence of strokes in swimming

And now to try all the armful
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we find ourselves in less than no time to scrutinize the starting line buoys, which according to many, seem describe a path longer than expected 750mt.
Machissenefrega: if it is longer for us, is longer for everyone: D

Sharks before leaving
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's our turn, "FIIIIIII" parties!


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After starting the Carla Fracci

Largooooooooooooo
Photo ChiaraG

as we dive into the icy waters of sharks. Pol and I are committed to the group not too slow, Govo Action and to coordinate the team in water: Thanks guys.

Govo check back in the Sharks team
Photo ChiaraG

The first mark go away, but to be honest the other 3. Swimming good, I feel very relaxed and I feel good to stretch your arms. In short, I feel good.
After the last buoy falls toward the beach and in less than no time at the beach: we have arrived! Govo a screaming "We did the swim in 15 minutes" ... I look quickly at his watch and I see a 15'30 "noting that it was definitely a bit 'longer a dream! But there is no time to lose, and after a little' difficulty in opening the tears of changes

Shreck tries to take off the suit
Photo ChiaraG

you fly into the transition area! The first change
goes away fast, and here we are in the saddle!

Bike: 20 km to 37.2 km / h

We start strong, stronger than I thought and when I got 42km / h headwind I asked "politely" to the group to slow down. We have passed from memory 2 or 3 teams. We climbed a regular basis: we have pulled more or less the best we could at the most. At one point it seemed that the wind is coming from all sides. "Grit your teeth and ride Bigo. I have not even had time to finish my Polase water bottle. In short, everything went well so frantic ... but the rest know we can not put a comb through the crocodiles: we are triathletes!
Finally the bike is over and I have time to breathe

arrival bike
Photo ChiaraG

The second change goes away faster and faster you go out to race.

The race: 4.86 km in 21'32 "(4:27 min / km)

What a nice departure from the transition area: lots of cheering and running between the fans of ChiaraG, Chiarani, Marinella , my mother and my father is a unique pleasure.
I still have shortness of breath from the bike and start the race with the two hotheads of Pol Govo and starting to pull away. Action to follow and I


The race was pulled from beginning to end, and Pol Govo to dictate a fast pace, I followed under the supervision of Action, which encourages and invites me more than once two trains to slow down: in other words "quickly but calmly."
comes the first turning point, and Andrew reminds me that there is no revolution (by which we're almost there!).

"From Bigo, missing just a ride"
Photo ChiaraG

The pitch remains constant, and clenching your teeth can take the wheel tread. At one point, Andrea, who notes whistle with my breath, I asked "Bigo do you get a raise?" : D and forward while: DDD!! Last 100 meters
prepare ourselves: what is the arrival of the great occasions

EVVIVAAAAAAAAA

Thanks guys! It 's been wonderful! Photos of the beautiful
ChiaraG

Beautiful Beautiful ChiaraG and less Bellabigo
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And then the festivities: the cake pumpkin and chocolate chips and champagne in ChiaraG di Valdobbiadene Pol crowned this beautiful day, of which I have not even brushed off as a picture in no time at all.
Thank you all! It 'was a great day! "

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I always tried to mess up the system.
How long ago, I read that if you goof up the system you end up in the Matrix or the Digital World.
Why, what's the problem? I had my way I would go immediately to the Digital World.

're taking me for a madman?

From my point of view there are infinite parallel universes.
In a universe could be a ghost, in another a fire-breathing dragon, a self-aware robot or a medieval knight.
The problem is that this thinking about what I might be killing me.
I always wanted to have wings. But the universe has me where my wings would be happy?
not know, maybe it's like walking. I am happy to be able to walk?
To be honest I do not mind, my legs are powerful enough to give me moments of speed or absurd moments of real flight.

So, if I could find a wormhole that leads to a parallel universe, I would throw us headlong?
Obvious. Unconscious of what awaits me, irrationality of the act, I would find me scattered across all the various dimensions.
And I could grow in a sense, learn from each other, but that would be mine.
would be nice to confront themselves immersed in another world.

I could find out where I truly belong.
I could understand my ambitions. I could understand many things.
But most of all, I could really say that I dipped into another world.

I'm trapped in a world that does not recognize.
But my soul is still a slave. Why?
Simple: I wrote here. I opened my mind.
Sometimes it just takes very little to transform their world.


Just really, really little to find their own personalities.
Then, your spirit is free.
free to say, "welcome to the universe.".

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We'll go as a fighter by

calmly .... but let us make haste ...

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And so goes another day.

Under the vacuum. But I think those who make fun of.

always try to distract pensre although not always to the disastrous situation in which I am.

The hatred that still have to myself constantly increasing.

I can not stand me, I have to torture for a living.

Every single goddamn thing I do is only ever a failure.

At any time I try to put passion into what I do, but then remain disappointed.

But not only that. I hate myself, why?

There are still quite cold and hard. There are still too philanthropist, too good.

too politically correct, behind that mask of toughness seem to have the illusion of a bear and make it hold on.

But I can not. I can not think of what happens to me.

I also hate the fact of being an empathic and sensitive, which makes me a capacitor emotions.

I stay still too bad, it's just too overwhelming watch people trying not to attack, to hide them my anger and anxiety.

I can not be happy, I can not show a smiling face.

sentireri I like the lies that I make to island in the world would become a huge rent for my soul torn.

Inside me there is an infinite abyss of sadness, melancholy, loneliness and despair.

The nobility of solitude, his midnight-blue mantle, is the only thing that I try to cling to.

ar Why can not I look the other way, I can not demonstrate integrity and quiet and everything inside me is shattered.

But I can not even say anything to anyone.

'm too philanthropist, indeed, I too good for people to make them feel even a small part of my ego, what's inside me.

I have already experienced what can happen if you transpose the world my soul.

I do not want no one is hurt on my own.

deo carry a weight that I am alone. I want to live alone. Abandoned.

parlre is becoming a living hell with the people, without their sense that something is wrong.

It is a huge hell trying to convince them that all is well if they understood something.

I can not be false to the end.

dint of lies, destroy it myself, but starting to live honestly would destroy the people who are nearby.

keeps coming to mind an image of a skeletal boy, scarred and winged in the dark trying to support a black ball is too big for him. But still, despite the anguish of a death as possible. Why must.

Maybe I need to do something first.

I owe my life to some people.

Thanks to them, have not bowed by the weight of my ego, my mind is still healthy and my soul is still viable.

duty to thank those people. Then ...

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A Nations'll take it slow and relaxed ... just for fun :-)

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are good: we're coming


Here is the team with which I participate in the Sprint Triathlon at the Lido of Nations.
For me it will be an honor to fight with these warriors.

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I finally changed helmet


Unfortunately the much "loved by everyone" yellow helmet is retired (in the shadows "). I bought this
Selev, white and black carbon.
the rest could not join the race of the season with the old yellow helmet ....

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I want is recovering ...............


start writing again ....... shit !!!!!!!!!!!!! Mark, I replied almost a year later ......... Well !!!!!!!

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