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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 ...

Lost! Coldplay

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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.