I try to erase all traces of me along the way,
every indication that refers to my step. Seeking
size invisible. Absence of desire, memory
fading fading total
the ever claim that the plea of \u200b\u200bhis right ..
Yet I should look for the 'immortality, they say,
is what you yearn, for that matter. But not me. I, for myself,
total oblivion. Biodegradability hundred percent.
not a photograph should remain,
delude themselves that the photographs to preserve the lives
breath often invoking the memory. But they know that poor memory
raise! Tired
skeleton, the plaster smell of death. All
will burn, lost in a thousand sparks.
My oblivion
serious massive star imploded on the train calming
desirable numbing agony of remembrance
In this little corner of the blog does not pass any more now, and perhaps The time has come to close the blinds and I enjoy this dim light of thought and full of flavor, with eyes half-closed and peace in your heart.
Bright Eyes music ready and waiting for me to hug me. What else might need, I do not know but I'm happy with the serenity that I had a gift, with nothing expect.
Loneliness is the door of consciousness but also the merciless reminder of nothing. After all, is our truest dimension. In it you can see life in its most discreet way. If only it were possible to overcome the anguish of his presence, be propitious to us the hidden architecture of our existence as individuals.
Solitude, seen as a disease in this age that rejects it because it does not serve the economic and social system.
At times I just wind the thread of light that passes through the clarinet.
Readings
Salvatore Toma, Canzoniere death , Einaudi 2005
Music
Miles Davis, Essential, Emi
Images
1 - Mario Giacomelli , Death will come and will have your eyes, 1957
2 - Mario Giacomelli, Gypsies, 1957
3 - Mario Giacomelli, Gypsies, 1957
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