Beveled mirror

. Yesterday, I exit in order to go in bank, to deposit. I exit, with the infrafinger blue. I exit, and for road I find from Milan, that they take a walk, eating the sidewalks with passeggini and grandfathers. And hour here, masters, riempono the garbage cans, are based on the parkes bench, crowd the parkings. I return to house, I watch with old depreciation the from Milan one that hand on the back takes a walk of forehead to the small supermarket. Slowly, I say them that you will return and she morir?Giusto the time to wake up to me, the powder still on the forearms that dirty the face you have said to me to close when you will go is not worth, cos?se I watch I see alone disorder spinta.dalla silks, and from the disillusione. null of defensible, null that it can have dignit?i forehead to who must face the inexorable one, the impediente barrier, the physical impotence nobody believes to you, if deperisci, if the ocular orbit does not become opening of the cranial sink and the thoughts do not seem scalpellli on zigomi the nobody believe to you, they do not watch to you with the scanner in order to characterize the cellulitis and think that, in bottom, a six granch?ma at least you do not have garbati. and null it rejects the other, as the knowledge not to be able solletica what the papillae, what conquest our smile, what appeals to to us, what us renders aware for a moment of being alive bendato.o beffardo, munificent without generosit? eager with perseveranza, nearly never divine case decides joint of your movements in to alternate of time that, then, not even I envy, if for short features I do not come to blows myself with that badly of living, than us was taught or perhaps that offr?ome fruit from a tendenzioso branch we say ourselves that I was deceived of an improvement, with et?ma the this remains the last great juvenile illusion. to wanting to be intelligent, that sensato is not never succeeded to us to always reel in the own one mediocrit?che cos?inisce to wanting to say something of, usare of the thought in result that is not destructive to try to reach from the much bed, sewing the own contradictions with caducit?ella the cos?isero memory that hour me vergogno if the genialit? a immeritato and prevaricatore good, that it illuminates covered if modest a living?na normal condition you maintain the pi?ossibile knits ethics with same you and not to blot you of connivenze that you pretend not to see hung me, as I do not know to say, but I must change job. from then, if of it it introduces one to the month, at least I had much confusion in head, many hopes, a tank of illusions, an inner commotion between ci?he I possessed and the delirium charmer of all a various one for me to only remove to you from your world, seppure.di little kilometers, you leaves sguarnito without warning. ?ome if without warning your limits, your weaknesses, the thousand hateful devastating insufficiencies, were blinked to you in face with violence far away, not there?ete to the fall, not there?n point, a territory angle that recognizes you a value however, not us six you and the merda that you carry to you within it seemed of being in a delirium of concrete and umbrellas, angry, furious people, in delay, a ingorgo disordinato of frette various. a tunnel, in which they have entered with the shoes bathed of rain commistione of pain, astonishment and sense of schifo. The schifo it crushes you to the ground, the pain expands the interiora to you spasmo and to the astonishment?l to feel itself to pull in opposite directions and to begin to breathe short and in a hurry in a hurry, a rivoltante breathlessness. and you say that they are special, then you to me of it you go the friends of a life who are not pi?una devout cos?ontana life that not me meeting? memories are liquids of contrast of a mortal x-ray to the end?orprendente like to the world pack-saddles to feel itself to say that six calm one, in order to wear without venature of guilt the mask of the relief nights on the divano, ignited television set, light change the names, the same one sensus vacui perch?ccupo less and less space ear to contact with the land here, the powder irritate the eardrum have stopped to count the days, but the time does not stop to pass opposes to all the currents, weight died with stone eyes. Ravvivo the pillows, I stretch the folds of the woven one, uncertain if to make to seem the waited for place in or deceiving of a presence without name I feel - always pi?orte - of being to a crossroad, passage to level of laziness, the lazy fear have succeeded to send via all like has been succeeded in the things to pi?mare. it watches to me with the smile in the eyes on all fours not there will be not even we, only expectable forecast. I speak less and less, perch?i I render account not to be able to me to name to clemenza. Concrete feet in concrete shoes, sink to you in sands furnish. It eliminates the obstacles to you, me prosciuga sconfinato null or the possible one, that it demands heart and muscles. It was not cos?he I did not imagine, when all imagined and I thought that gi?gni moment the current was a log cargo gi?er. I did not imagine, perhaps but sure it does not correspond not even to the simple removed ones all for you, always an excuse, simple an excellent excuse all for me, to observe the skin to age?er this that I am deceived of water in a washbowl without photographies, are content that not is memory of these years tires to transport, figured to tell after the renunciation not?empre deprivation, but libert?abbia anger anger without arrows and arc, dumb about eyes, but about what I speak. And ringrazio this space without identifying, without bell tower and public square, perch?ra, besieged from the null one in common, I can leave to fall the hands I would have to make something, but I do not know what or what the reason porge as species of raft would impose a drastic review like if the living to the border of that could arrive it was sufficient justification to the accidia like was special to be normal a bourgeoisie that hour is leans partially like unglued skin, great cuts to alive where the curves become folds, in offerta.speciale. It could be spoken badly ages them, if there were a line of demarcation in this upset sky, in these coppers that expel color. It says to me: it changes, but?rrivato the moment of the life in which you must ask what indeed you can try and find finally in order to be well. For sure aspects, I am gi?ene for I privilege to write or to say that I am not well. Possible that it cannot be simply spoken. Or?olo to support with conviction the own opinion. Of fact, there?ualcosa that does not return. Dirci of the things without that they are interpreted like provocazioni or, men that less, instructions. Alternate me between tautologie and outside place. E' that the disabitudine?n' atrophy, to fine me shelter in Hush, without dowries for the divertissement. Creed all cannot be alienated da.noi the sostantivi that us ripugnano: hypocrisy, egoismo, badness, indifference, incuria, pragmatism. With the time, it seems all pi?ifficile. And the hunger does not induce devout? great festosi and gaudenti and, at times violent banquets, but are quieted down sbocconcellando, the stomach of the heart always pi?iccolo. To tie penseri.su un.filo of the slowest wool that frega on fingers bathed, liquid shyness. All the submergeeed, crawling, involute body. You do not have, you cannot, of what you have fear, fear, does not knock, not sound, a door-bell that knows the giving up to you. The house of who lives alone has all the opened doors, the pudore does not hide behind crams to it to you and the indulgence flies over the chaos o.l' static order. The transparent door of the cigola shower, cos?oco aesthetic the gesture to dry every drop, syndrome massaia cos?oco adapted to one knows them de bain. Extreme aspirations in the prosaico daily paper. The ag turned upside down on the sideboard, the neglect of a frettolosa search, with fast hands dives newly every object in the sink of leather that falls the town-walls on the flanks and the nocturnal fremito one of the leaves of an airplane, a flight, those to travel without a travel that?l way that separates from an encounter sar?a you those to feel strange which never we have given to a not?ecessario name but a baptism in order to say that the air trafigge and perfumes and astonishes while dirty the hands of city sweat, for fruit discarded before trarne the juice you will ask to me and I to have, teeth locked on a lot not mine, but a lot in me root to me you will carry to sleep, eyelash locked on joy tears, finch?on is tomorrow. Me it remains your hand between hats, the voice that seems to try a corner of small resonance, the spiovente look of one shyness still perfumed of latte. Me it remains your tiny body and a smile without bank. Me it remains the illuminated room evil and ginocchia puntute of one the barrier that conscevi from years. Me it remains to ask what I would have made to me, beyond the breath. But?ulla this, regarding the return in this space and the making bitter surprise of appointments lacks to you, for when you have asked and I did not have the heart on the door. Indeed not better than others, I feel myself. If you will never understand that I have not betrayed, the tired clay with a incolore armor does not deserve minor punishment. I do not ask you forgiveness, if in order not to mean my mortificazione. The thoughts are small heels on the wall, the thinnest recordings, barrette of one not consequenziale numeration. In order to put the conscience to place or in order to force it to snervante dissatisfaction. You ask me what I have tried and I do not know to answer: nothing. You ask me the word that I do not have, I only listen to, dogmatic of small domestic beast bank fragile, raised with leaves and coppers and the illusory haste for who would want the ghost thought that not sense could is to us a tracing in all this. The insecurity, than?n existential cancer, give birth sons codardi, that they empty the hold and they are tightened in lanose vigliaccherie, pietose, without forgiveness. Through the house with the hands on the ace in order to escape to the glares and I pass days in cerebral anesthesia. Between unexpected and probabilit?il fughetto it goes straight in prison. The air was profuse of smells mixed, nobody dominant, the wood slowly rilasciato, the swollen clothing in beautiful order, pillows, and the light. Also the light had a its odore. And I felt myself covered from strange elettricit?elle limbs, like if that one could be the moment of the possibilit?ossibili. They have not gone via, therefore?tato return not there, nevertheless, in opening the door I have felt. The framed window of lights and coppers greens, small the whitest light bulbs. To carry the mattress in knows it, in order to watch the intermittenza, in order to observe on the ceiling the sails makes us colors you coming from from the madia to the shoulders. One night, caress the tartufo winter and humid of the dog. Perch? amusing Father Born them with stentorea voice and fiammante uniform, but less I would not watch it overwhelms than spell if he were thin vecchietto in boschiva estate. It succeeds that this year, to the feet of the symbols of remote a religious one to feel, I have put thanks. Perhaps, not?i?empo of rebirth, but I can still stop the heartbeat e.con esso.un moment, one, one, only ephemeral, s?infinito, to times. Thanks in order to have taught to me, still, than also the pain have a time. And that it does not have solution, but slowly it stops urlare. Thanks perch?on to pu?isolvere one life, but to pu?ambiare a day, an hour, the angle-shot of the look. Thanks in order to have to me saved from ci?he I had not understood. Thanks in order to have to me repeated that ci?he I had understood not enough. Thanks for this New Year's Day of absolute and lenitiva solitudine, passed to cook and to imagine Nordic lands. Umbrellas and bags and to intercross itself for the roads like if we were, all, birilli of one gimcana. But I do not know where to go to search that one me that memory. E' like if, in order not to fall, you had thrown every weight, every part of me as it was ballast. One insinuates, as the cold hardly a small opening sguarnisce piumone its to wrap protecting. It is proceeded for successive removals, for approximation hypothesis. Levando and denying, without to raise and to alleviate. It is become accustomed to us to the estraneit?iconosciuta, decreasing the eyes on the pages, sopportando, pretending to ignore, of being designs to you also from the orripilati looks escaping. Fa' a magic, you open the fingers to fan, gives one to me river stone. Fa' a magic, illusion of moment, that moment in which we believe of having development, fraseggiare sublime and without tito it. Fa' a magic, you hide the infinite in the perimeter of sheet, before stiff, then ruffled, empty the infinite and you offer it in gift labbbra grondanti. You remove the word to me, perch?e still invents, for this outbreak of heart and all the slow one volteggiare of fogs on immovable waters. True E' that with passing of the years is found to us to knock, received well, to the door of the cynicism. That without warning you meetings to sabbiare every manifestation of the mind, scorticarla, until ridurla to one toothpick without olives. They say that withdrawing in it arches you of the registry office, from the pi?ecenti drawers to those pi?mpolverati, ports with s?uesto smagamento. I envy who it plays incantesimi and it succeeds, indeed master, to carry possibilit?ell' the illusion in this contemporary breath. And memory how much was beautiful, while I observe without inquisizione my chest in which null it moves. The search of the sense has obsessed my understanding. And today I feel myself in brullo a land centers them, incapable to only detach a flight also from goose rustic, but envelopped nell&rsquo.impossibilit?el true. Perch?ella fatal perhaps quiet you six l&rsquo.imago/ to me s?ara come, or sera&hellip. I do not know to pi?omunicare, I have eroded the stock of the word until snaturarlo and hour all becomes complex. Or, pi?estamente, I do not have indeed nothing to say, when I do not try to us. It becomes cos?lefantiaca also the pi?trumentale experience, like the purchase of the small engine. Me meeting torva and flood of tears of forehead to a decidedly rough retailer, than do not understand - but perch?ovrebbe. And to the aggression I do not know to answer, if always not embedding of pi?a head between the shoulders, ugly turtle from the human skin. The key that, the evening, sings in two turns the return. Today I do not have fedelt? nobody, less than less to the ologramma of my illusions betrayed. Ma.riaffermo the right to say that, in onest?ella the vision, what of me I see however does not appeal to to me.