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POLARITA' CELESTI E NUOVI CIELI

POLARITY 'CELESTIAL AND NEW SKIES


REQUEST OF THE DARK IS BOUND BY THE DENSE BODIES OF RAGE RIVERS. REVERSE
halo DEMONS IN THE WILL 'WAVES IN SEWAGE.
moonlight waters' PREMIUM CHANNELS OF THE MEDIAN CEREBRAL Squitti.
FLOWS Strike POISON THE DOORS AND INVADE THE DORMANT BRAIN. SENNA
MOLLUSCS WITHOUT LIES BECOME Titan.

SWAMPS rancor play a WISDOM ever.
MASSES OF CORPSES OF THE WITCHES INTERIORS swim in the sea.
FALSE WHILE WOMEN ROTTING BODY NOW IN TIMBER AND WITHOUT SEX.
PLATES tense Burning SDEGNO VENGONO ERETTE PER NASCONDERE LA RABBIA.
FRA GEMITI DI MOSTRI CHE SANNO DI AVER PERSO LA BATTAGLIA.

NON UNO DI COSTORO OTTERRA’ MAI LA LUCE.

CIECHI SORDI E FOLLI RIPONGONO NELL’ODIO L’UNICO SOLLIEVO
AL PROROMPERE DI RABBIA CHE IL CROLLATO DOMINIO INTELLETTIVO COMPORTA.

MOSTRI DI SABBIA E GELO
NATI PER FAR SOFFRIRE
VOLENTEROSI E INETTI
AGITANO L’AGONIA DI UN GOLEM
SPERANDO DI EVITARLA.

IL DOPPIO DI CUPA TERRA CEREBRALE CHE SI CREDEVA VITTORIOSO
ORA LATRANDO GEME MENTRE LASCIA LE SCHIENE LIBERE DAL PESO.
MUORE LA CEREBRALITA’ MALIGNA CHE OSCURAVA UN TEMPO I CUORI DELLE GENTI.
SI SPEGNE IL BLASFEMO VIVACIZZARE LE COSCIENZE ASSOGGETTANDOLE ALLA SERPE.

TUTTO UN PANTANO INVERECONDO SI PROSCIUGA
MENTRE NUOVI PENSIERI IRROMPONO DAI CIELI.

INCARNAVANO L’OLTRAGGIO CONTRO IL CELESTE AMORE
E LO MANIFESTAVANO SQUITTENDO ORRIDE CONVINZIONI CEREBRALI.
ORA -TACITATI- SOLO LA RABBIA RESTA.
ASSIEME ALLA SCONFITTA RISPETTO AGLI INTELLETTI CHE -REINNALZATI- SPLENDONO.

IL RISVEGLIO MORALE COMBATTE NEI PENSIERI
CONTRO I LORO IPNOTICI VELENI DI PUTREDINE INFERNALE.

ED IL SOLLIEVO E’ GRANDE NELL’AURORA.

ED IL SOLLIEVO E’ INTENSO NEI CUORI DEI RINATI.

TUTTO UN BRULICHIO DI PICCOLI PENSIERI INFETTI : E’ CONTRASTATO.
ED I MALVAGI CAN NOT BEAR THE INCREDIBLE DEFEAT Intellect.

a world of arrogant and Malsaña DISCETTANTI
-whose power was REVERSE THE PARAMETERS OF REAL-TIME
INVE BETWEEN THE DEMONS THAT LOVED
WHILE LOSING THE CHAIR AND THE DOMINANT THINKING UNIT bench.

cracked CONTROSCUOLA THE HELL OF IT WHILE
Uncovered ROOF OF GHOSTS AND SPECTRA
NOT PROTECT THE MOST 'longing of the WAKE UP FROM THE FIRE OF CELESTIAL.

ARRAYS of superhuman ALAT ENCOURAGING THE STORM THAT
Uncovered ROOFS CAN NOT AVOID.

NEW VIEWS FROM ARRIVE TO RENOVATE.

DIVINITY METAL 'HEART bursts
enthroned and feel 'SEE IF IT WAS NOT POSSIBLE.
THE 'WHERE WAS WITHHELD TO THINK THE ACT intuition.
THE 'WHERE FINALLY' can raise Try to get TRUTH '.

escapes death COMPRESS THE ESSENCE OF THE ACT.
new truths' surface from the CHOIR of the eternal. Superhuman
AND THAT ROAR HAS EYES OF STORM
assaulting THE POWER OF HEAVY AND BROUGHT overwhelms him.

UNDER NEW 'NEW LIGHT AND THAT
EYES OFF OF EXPERIENCE WITH ANGER AND WHILE
' Pierced THE THRONE OF LAND-BASED VIEW enlivened by RAGE.

ARIMANE THAT A DOUBLE DIES SOMMUOVE I Sostratus Of his servants
PAIN STILL WANTED TO REQUIRE THAT BOTH WITH PRIDE.
Fetida AMARA
BLIND CHILDREN OF ROCK CAVE OF LIGHT IN ABSTRACT
TORTURE IN THE BEST ANIME AND THE MOST 'yeast.

LEGAL LETTER ENGRAVED IN PAIN NOW IS BROKEN

WITH THE STONE THAT THE PLACE OF THE HEART crumbles DOMAIN.

BUT DEVILS stipendiary Arrancar ODE TO THEM DROWNING.
And that absorb them. BRINGING IN THE END NOTHING
Blathers BOLGARE AMONG THE DAMNED.

DIE LEFT OUTRAGE AGAINST POLARITY WHEN SKIES
'Celeste is on again. In the jingle

SHOCK AND METAL
THAT ALONE THE GOLDEN HEART LIGHT UP
healing.

FOLGORE THOUGHT.

superhuman and OPERATIONAL.

Magnificent and Thunderer.

BETWEEN NEW SKIES REINNALZATI.

IDEANTI SKIES.




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Instinct.


I see the instinct as if it were a unique way. The instinct you always leads in one direction. Always the same. For culture, speaking, faced with certain choices you hear follow your instincts. As if by doing so we went to dig into a fund and unpredictable animal. Nothing like that. Perhaps the correct call should be followed for the irrational. But for centuries it was established that the man is an animal like any other civilized and although a large part of its inside is still that of the beast. Man is the wolf of the other man. The man who for too much repression eventually explode and take out his bestialità.L 'Man is neither the wolf nor the Lamb of anyone. The man eventually explode in repressed gestures denoting disease or discomfort as it is defined today. Fa comodo pensare che un po' di marcio è dentro tutti, innato, così non si ha troppo da pensare, basta rifarsi alla storiella del serpente e andare avanti. Il bravo vicino stermina la famiglia? Eh, signora mia, siamo tutti pazzi, in fondo. Siamo tutti carnefici. SìSì, d'accordo e gli esistenzialisti e l'inferno sono gli altri, addio signora mia! Chissà che marcio aveva dentro Sartre per dare tutta la colpa agli altri! Insomma, il cubetto, quale era? Ah, l'istinto, l'animale che rappresenta la parte "oscura" dell'uomo. E' una roba che ci fan passare per buona da secoli e invece è una così grande stupidaggine. Gli animali non fanno niente di "matto", sono razionalissimi, vanno diritti senza deviare. Tempo di migrare, si va. Stagione degli amori, zeba! Sete, si beve. Fame. Si caccia o si bruca. Cose più logiche e sensate non esistono. Quando mai si son visti gli gnu che durante la migrazione si fermano e ballano tutti fino all'alba? Un leone che si apposta per la caccia e poi cambia idea e va a cercare una leonessa? Un animale assetato beve beve beve, Pannella è capace di far sciopero. Sì, l'istinto lo vedo proprio come la retta che passa per i due punti. C'é quella e va da A a B. Dritta e infinita. Cosa c'é che sta all'opposto? Che cosa c'é che proprio non va d'accordo con l'istinto? L'immaginazione, la fantasia, la creatività. Che vanno tutte per linee capaci di deviare, spezzarsi, sovrapporsi o non toccarsi mai. Angles, curves, signs become images. The following animal instinct and always goes on the usual track, the man no, change roads, waste time, traccheggia, foot down in ideological choices, becomes fascinated by beliefs. The man that comes to my mind when it becomes one-way only in front of one thing. Mad. Madness is the only cage that I can think of canceling all the capacity to imagine. The madness must be rules that keep the world together, the mannerism of the schizophrenic, the compulsion to repeat, everything has to fit in some tracks, or all crumbles. Need to reassure the madness. Because if everything crumbles, still nothing. If everything disappears, it disappears if the hope that there is a possibilità di nuovo, che ci sia un essere umano, se prende campo la disperazione, si fa fuori tutto. Si fa fuori se stessi a volte. Trionfa l'istinto. Quello di morte. Istinti di vita non ce ne sono, che io sappia, c'é slancio vitale, c'é la vitalità, c'é tutta roba che dà immagini di imprevedibili mutamenti, nascite, virgulti, ma la parola istinto no, non riesco proprio a legarcela insieme, mi sa di roba ferma, monotona, piatta. Si lega bene solo a quell'altra parola infatti. Istinto di morte mi suona perfetto. L'uomo non si muove per istinto, ma per qualcosa che palpita, freme, spinge. Per un qualcosa che sì, se ha fame lo porta a mangiare, ma magari prima lo fa fermare a fare una telefonata per invitare someone. This will be the difference between instinct and drive? I am beginning to think so, which is mixed with other stuff that is not only necessary, but need. Posted by at 06:32
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feel alive ... War and war


not wait to finish college,
to fall in love,
to find work,
get married, have children,
to see them settle down, losing those
twenty pounds,
to arrive on Friday evening or Sunday morning,
spring,
summer, autumn or winter
.

There is no better time to be happy.
Happiness is a path, not a destination.
Work like you do not need money, love
as if you had ever hurt
and dance, as if nobody saw you.

Remember that the skin shrivels,
hair turn white and the days become years.
But the important thing is the same:
your strength and your conviction does not have age.
Your Spirit is the comforter that pulls away any spider web.

Behind each goal there is a new departure.
Behind every result there is another challenge.
long as you're alive, feel alive.
Go ahead, even when they expect to lose leaves.
(Mother Teresa of Calcutta)

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" Baghdad è l’officina del diavolo, il cimitero dei disperati, il luna park delle bombe”


Amira si alzò di scatto, svegliata per l’ennesima volta dal sibilo di una bomba. Aveva la fronte sudata e il respiro affaticato. Se fosse andata da un medico, questo le avrebbe sicuramente detto che soffriva di crisi di panico, e le avrebbe raccomandato di starsene a casa tranquilla.
Ma a Baghdad gli unici medici disponibili erano quelli che operavano persone mutilate, e l’unica tranquillità che si poteva trovare era nella morte.

“Com’erano belli i campi di granturco,
le colline verdi, gli stormi cangianti.
How beautiful they were the vain hopes,
the illusions of love,
libraries Autumn "

Amira looked at the two beds close to him and was reassured to hear the quiet breathing of her children. He checked that the door was closed and gently took off the burqa. Her husband forced her to wear it at night, the moon was not to admire her face, even if they had not seen most years: the smoke of the explosions had destroyed everything, even the sky.
And it was so many years.
From the window, Amira could see the smoke rising from a house not far away, now reduced to rubble. Baghdad that night seemed overrun by a firework fireworks.
I heard the whistle, the whistle, and then, if you were lucky, the roar. If you did not hear him, you would not hear anymore.
There were so many tears to shed, so many words to scream, now people do not cry anymore. They were silent.
children died without ever having seen the ghost of a smile, the women did not know any more excited, the boys and girls fell in love again.
In the streets, on the ground, it was just rotten petals of a flower that was brutally murdered.
Journalists sometimes he discovered. They sat on the sidewalk, unable to comment, to breathe, to believe that that was really life.
The women tried to run away, but the future was always painted black. And killed.
Amira could be considered lucky: his home was intact, her children were still alive and her husband beat her only when the rape. All in all, had nothing to complain about.
Every time I looked out the window, in the rare moments when she could, she happened to think about his past, the fact that no one can ignore the call of their land.
And if this appeal is a gunshot, a scream of pain, a passport to death, is the same. You have to go.

"Allah, protect me and my children from this torture,
ago that they can grow, let them live.
not turn off their fire. "

Amira heard footsteps slowly up the stairs and hurried to put the burqa. She was not allowed to live, just had to breathe the toxins of the war.
He heard a whistle, a whistle, a roar and then close. The children awoke, crying, Amira and she wondered again why war, why it was necessary to slaughter the innocent unjustly.
In the faces of his children were all those emotions that she could no longer display.
In their tears, the pain of separation announced.
fear in their eyes, a question.

Why? Francesca Di

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