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Incomplete

Live your days, always divided, always open. View the world with a certain tension that you feel vibration in the fingers, and you want to grab anything, and sometimes you do, but the feeling remains.
Walk with my mind empty, discouraged, cursing all that is unresolved, against all those people who seem empty of meaning your every gesture, all that part of your life that you wish you had lived appiento, but you seem to have wasted, and you can not fix it.
incomplete and that thought makes you to punch your pillow, for no reason, just to let off steam. Incomplete, sense and form. Incomplete in your heart that bleeds every time you open the world, yet can not not do it, and is slowly being eroded by indifference.
Incomplete shadows that form the passage of your dreams, in the light of a candle burning all your hope, and I see bent over that table, to think about those empty of meaning accompanying your every waking.
But it's time to raise his head, turning her face to the sky and be bathed in courage, and collect the pieces that remain, incomplete figures of thoughts, dreams started and never finished, shreds of life that you dragged with you, worn out and tired. Look into the eyes of the people and offer a new part of you, and hope only to receive in return what does not yet know, and perhaps not even know they still possess.

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A tear

when a tear begins to fall is as if everything inside you explode, and through that tear away the whole world, all your pain, all the despair that fills your mind.
descends, crosses your face, and leaves more than the heart swells, fills with peace of mind, uplifts you, like a launch into space and leave it all behind you thrown in the absolute uncertainty of emotions.
not see through the tears as it was before everything around you, the muffled sound of things you come again, far away, strange, uncertain, and you just hear the stifled cry that resonates within you, but can not get out , shaking the bars of your soul rattling every part of your body, and yet stays there, helpless victim of your own pain that continues to flow in the veins, and can not find way out.
A weak spot, is growing, slowly dries, it contains so many emotions, but no. You can fix it, but you can not understand how something so insignificant as to have met you in so many ways, to be left stunned and did not realize how good or how bad is left in your heart, but leaving only one certainty, something less in you.

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BluSuBianco Tale: Thoughts stupid dream

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woke up this morning soon.
A mixture of anxiety and joy has moved all his gestures, he made coffee and
accidentally poured a bit 'of sugar in the sink.
You are not imported.
The newspaper was still on the table and when turned to take it on the window looked up and saw the snow.
approached the glass: a cold rain, white, thick flakes fell in the yard.
It failed to stop looking.
Something has begun to melt inside of her and sliding along the arms, legs.
A little 'to everything has become new again, too.
It is not who has not heard the noise coming from the other room.
Just do not want to move, go there.
He feels reborn and is glad I did.

stupid dream

did not believe that it would have been capable of. Today, when you wake up staring at the faint light filtering through the shutters, the fine dust that danced around the weak rays of sunshine, was not yet in can understand if it was a day more or less calm, but inwardly he was already a motion different, something that certainly was new to her, something he had not heard in years.

Gradually, the light was waning, perhaps a twist of awakening, even when your eyes struggle to open up completely, but his were wide open, and a growing demand already in his heart . Associated too often his mood a little, insignificant "signs" that looked like a warning from the outside world, but that's enough, could not ask questions, it was time to get up, it was time to go.

His steps were still moving a little uncertain for the kitchen from which came a light a little 'clearer, a light encouraging, albeit dark and gray. The shutters had been raised from the night before, when he observed the stars for an interminable time before going to sleep. For a moment he thought of counting them, one by one, but not to think that the idea had formed in his head, to the belief that he had moved the words in the mouth which had caused the storm the day before. So there were the stars, lost in this never hug that gave her a little 'hope. As when the sea watching the endless expanse water and relied on that his thoughts, hoping that if they would be taken away, leaving finally free, peaceful, but that's not how things work, you do not want uncomfortable driving out its serenity is reached, if anything supporting, enabling them in front of your eyes and convince yourself that are part of us, what has never been able to do for so many years of his life.

For a moment he wakes from his thoughts and finds himself in front of the sink to fix the gap. A teaspoon in hand, a little 'sugar shed. How was it got there? Wandered too often in his imagination, searching for the perfect moment, but that does not there, then returned to cook breakfast, while not even knowing what pushed yet to do so.

Across the room a faint rustle, almost the muffled roar of water on the rocks. Then nothing. Maybe if I had imagined. As he imagined many things, to live happy, a home, tender and sympathetic that someone can not wait to make her feel good. Suddenly a smile on her face begins to widen, all this was possible, was not one of her silly fantasies, now I understand well, that person exists, a person can give that special light in his eyes, that light did not see it shine from long time.

Just a moment, then everything fades, the light fades around her, and seem to fall out of the darkness. Another stupid dream, and that newspaper laid on the table to remind you: . How could he have been so stupid?

Another faint rustle. Another. Like the sea, you take away his thoughts, his words, the screams violently strike the ear that wants to stop feeling, look for sudden hearing loss that can finally give her peace, and reach, in a moment. His eyes wide open and recount the night before his the heart is suddenly in turmoil, in an incessant and deafening beat that pounds in your ears. And then a fleeting blink of an eye, he reawakens, it stops the annoying hum of coffee on the fire now splashing everywhere, while a faint smile reappears. How stupid.

He turns to pour the coffee into the cups, the cafe that conveys all the bitterness in his heart, like a black hole that has formed in his soul with a simple monosyllable: .

however Raising his eyes to try to give herself a little ' of behavior, crashes. The coffee ends up on the ground with a deafening noise, but she seems not to hear. His eyes fix on the window pane, and the sudden blinding light, but it is not that light, not the usual light, has a strange glow, almost soothing, even if headlamp, so that makes her screen a bit 'the eyes to see better.

A rustle. It turns into a dull thud. There exists only his eyes fascinated by the soft snowflakes that fall outside the window. As drops of light piercing his heart and floods of a strange serenity. Found a light, clear, new light surrounding the whole, pure, pristine.

A muffled noise (footsteps?) Reaches the ear, but his eyes are captured by the dream, from the image of hope and rebirth that suddenly grows in it, and then, the two warm arms wrap around, and as the snow melts within her eyes slowly close, and is no longer a dream, the words that come to your ear is like crystal clear water for her

In a moment you delete all the call of Charles, the screams, the stars, the endless sea and the emptiness inside her. Melts into a tender kiss that can give her all the heat that has sought all his life.

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distracted

If you concentrate you can feel it inside you, something that moves.
It 's a thought that moves slowly, confused, faltering, distracted. Yet slowly takes hold of you, it gets into your heart and wraps. Do you feel suffocated, even before understanding what it is.
Yet you love him, love him terribly as a child.
feed, grow and feel strong, alive. Pian he sees the outline plan, still undefined, but brighter, more vivid.
anxiety envelops you and you want to drive it away from you, hope you do not belong; brutally away hoping that he does not return, and fixed the image of your anger projected on each surface. E 'palpable, hate it, but you can not not love her. The thought distracted
devours you, body and soul and feeds of your uncertainties.
you let yourself be intoxicated by its scent, but only for a moment, because it is so pungent smell that stings the nostrils, and you will instantly rouse.
sting the eyes the tears that you just can not hold back. Do not you feel more hotties and want to just jump into the void, hoping to open his eyes when someone decided for you, when you no longer feel the weight of oppressive, that crushes you against the earth and the heart resumes its regular beat, no more victim of the grip of that damn snake that now slip away at your feet.
The Note, perplexed but not surprised. E 'part of you, but not you, and you want to purify with fire that horrible snake, that languid movement which is still trying to get hold of you.
You look away, and fixed a cloud in the sky, the pure white which gives a faint hope of salvation, and yet you can be sure that the earth is calling you, your feet already feel the unmistakable tingle, the slight rustle, and you know, come back to look, there, where you only can you save, where only your hands you can get rid of quell'irrazionale certainty that just two wings to fly.

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