We will never be compensated for all the sufferings, the sacrifices, disappointments? This question (rhetorical?) Is the foundation of days consumed between tasks silly and unnecessary pain. So we feel the abysmal difference between life as it is and life as it could have been. If it is true that sometimes we are responsible for malaccortezza of this waste, it is often the existence, with its ambushes escape the most precious to us: the this .
We see similar opportunities to scroll through the rows of silver poplars beyond the train window. We would like to seize the opportunities, but it's like to catch groped veil of shadows.
stony silence, rather than melody; gray solitude, instead of sharing; mute despair, instead of the word catharsis that transforms ...
Meanwhile, as the days are emptied returnable bottles, as in alchemy instead savor the joys turn into bitterness, intense hours in the empty deserts. The first signs are to fall apart, because we thought the glyphs in which to read the promises of a wonderful future, or justification of the dark there, tempers, doodles turn out schizophrenic. The first signs are to fall apart, then the dreams.
Some say that one day we will receive compensation and how much we have lost will be made with interest. The usual end to a fantastic place which is a trompe l'oeil . Deceived the eye, cheated the heart, pull the cart up a slope that leads to a peak shrouded in perpetual fog. Lose è l’unico modo per ritrovare, ma questa prospettiva sembra una consolazione dialettica… una delle tante.
Il guidrigildo non è garantito da alcun editto.
Pur nel pleonasmo, anzi proprio grazie alla ridondanza, Franco Battiato, in una sua composizione musicale, “La stagione dell’amore”, chiosa con efficace mestizia: "Ne abbiamo avute di occasioni, perdendole".
We see similar opportunities to scroll through the rows of silver poplars beyond the train window. We would like to seize the opportunities, but it's like to catch groped veil of shadows.
stony silence, rather than melody; gray solitude, instead of sharing; mute despair, instead of the word catharsis that transforms ...
Meanwhile, as the days are emptied returnable bottles, as in alchemy instead savor the joys turn into bitterness, intense hours in the empty deserts. The first signs are to fall apart, because we thought the glyphs in which to read the promises of a wonderful future, or justification of the dark there, tempers, doodles turn out schizophrenic. The first signs are to fall apart, then the dreams.
Some say that one day we will receive compensation and how much we have lost will be made with interest. The usual end to a fantastic place which is a trompe l'oeil . Deceived the eye, cheated the heart, pull the cart up a slope that leads to a peak shrouded in perpetual fog. Lose è l’unico modo per ritrovare, ma questa prospettiva sembra una consolazione dialettica… una delle tante.
Il guidrigildo non è garantito da alcun editto.
Pur nel pleonasmo, anzi proprio grazie alla ridondanza, Franco Battiato, in una sua composizione musicale, “La stagione dell’amore”, chiosa con efficace mestizia: "Ne abbiamo avute di occasioni, perdendole".
fonte: http://zret.blogspot.com
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