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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

Halloween Bellabigo

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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I am close, squeezed between my shoulders
[to be continued]

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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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Molten Core --- ignite yourself.

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