is as if something resumption meaning and value, this is like Christmas
resumption in breathing from apnea of life, since 1998
as if hope is born tonight, the hope of rebirth, return to be aware and happy to have emotions attached to the running of the existence
the ghost of myself, the body of a soldier who lived from 1998 until today, I hope he is back in the closet
the right night to return to live
we have long embraced, below, these two towers
she did not want to go, and probably at that time could not even
but I was already higher, My heart was higher, my mind, more and
and there was nothing more nor
buses or trams or the happy life of a pre-Christmas Sunday Bologna
were only in my arms tight around her that she
hours
is my heart
happen to walk and look down
have told me not to look down while walking, a symptom of insecurity
you keep your gaze at eye level you must show the people the decision is
the usual advice but I often look at the bottom there, and I see the past, I see this, you try the future
are days of light and shadow them, but above all, too many questions
some other important and challenging and the answers should be given all together at the earliest
is a test that I can not go
seek in detail, the crumb
I indicate the path ...
is this the image of these days
is this due to anxiety to a routine that alienates me because I take away the desire, creativity, construction,
hope it is the cancellation and extinguishing of chronic
what promises a twilight period
Eye In The Sky - Alan Parsons Project
Do not think sorry's
Easily Said Do not try turning tables INSTEAD
've taken lots of chances before But I'm not gonna
give anymore Do not ask me That's
how it goes
Cause part of me knows what you’re thinkin’
Don’t say words you’re gonna regret
Don’t let the fire rush to your head
I’ve heard the accusation before
And I ain’t gonna take any more
Believe me
The sun in your eyes
Made some of the lies worth believing
Chorus:
I am the eye in the sky
Looking at you
I can read your mind
I am the maker of rules
Dealing with fools
I can cheat you blind
And I don’t need to see any more
To know that
I can read your mind, I can read your mind
Don’t leave false illusions behind
Don’t cry cause I is not chnaging my mind I know
Find Another Fool Like
before Cause I is not gonna live anymore believing
Some of the lies while all of the signs are deceiving
Thank dre.e, this piece of simple humanity.
I am reminded of that lately a lot of people around me are giving birth to children, giving my little world a proof of the last statistical trend of births in Italy in positive than the dead.
And I, when I have a son? When can I stretch
his hand too well?
For now it is better that I do not poses such questions, I just put a loop of mind about not having a companion.
The fog in the morning.
the morning of August a gray, silly, nervous.
I feel great confusion and sometimes twinges of pain. In my brain.
are not poems, not melancholy. I'm just mist, surrounding my life today and the desire for a bit 'light.
The fog, at least one of the photograph in the morning gives way to a sun that illuminates without heating.
I do not see even a glimmer of light, nothing but heat.
That dark, dark.
One of the villages that I know stone to stone.
real Middle Ages, it breathes and restructuring.
A unique and beautiful country, in which childhood memories are crossed too many tears and too many fears for the child who was walking in the castle courtyard.
Each lane inside of old Gallipoli, which cuts into the sea, offers the sighs of the sea and away colors that are good for the eyes.
's one of those towns where you can still breathe magic.
I could not resist ... before my mother could rinse off with a cloth before the rain if he might take away, before a swarm of ants tattered and greedy if they could use like a truck ...
I could not resist, I photographed.
I was diving into the past, in this hot and unbearable afternoon ... just look to old photos like this one and remembering (...) When I was studying in London happy
