L'ho detto più volte su questo mio diario virtuale, lo ripeto spesso, che sono un segno di terra e un animale essenzialmente amante del silenzio, delle brume, del Nord inteso soprattutto come scelta di vita, la quiete odorosa delle foreste, le cime dei monti e la solitudine come filo esistenziale.
Il silenzio dell'Inverno è quello della mia anima, che attende di veder spuntare life, now sleeping in the darkness of the heart as in the damp earth and silent.
I am waiting, a lot of things. All mature slowly and time I've never been a friend, but I'm willing to wait this time.
make plans for the future is very tiring. since the earthquake of April 6, 2009 has always shocked that we lived as our world has become all too distant, distant trope, like a faded dream on the break of day, evanescent, inconsistent, after the anger and despair The tragedy is transformed into hard desire to start, but it's all wrong, here.
But this is reality.
Now I realize that my excessive physical fatigue affects morale. But the joy of having two girls you pay dearly, emotionally and physically. But okay, they are the engine of my existence.
One day I will go really deep in some forest of the North and not come back.
For now, a hug.
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