Mi accorgo di tutti questi pensieri sulla sofferenza, sulla malattia , sulla morte , è un pò che mi accompagnano costantemente , chissà che rottura per chi legge, è un periodo così, di persone che se ne vanno dal mondo e rapporti che restano in parte irrisolti, non siamo in un romanzo e il lieto fine non è obbligatorio. Scrivo una specie di monologo , dove i commenti sono graditissimi. Se qualcuno ricorda Alto gradimento, una trasmissione storica della Radio , fatta da Arbore e Boncompagni , ricorderà anche il personaggio dell'astronauta che ogni tanto andava in onda per un'interferenza. You could hear the voice of this unfortunate astronaut lost in space English eight years "that Ocho anos en esto espacio it without a woman, hear me? Cabrones y cornudos .." She was angry with those who had sent him there and had not recovered, had left him there alone. So I think sometimes in this blog, you write, but beyond a few respond, who knows what they think? In the end I wonder if there is a true statement. Sometimes I feel yes and sometimes no, these monologues are so many blogs, and each grab only what he already knows and is familiar to him. As they say: "EVERYONE IS ONLY THE HEART OF THE EARTH,
Pierced BY SUNBEAM, and is immediately
sera. "
The ray of sunshine that makes things visible, possible, stabs, it's not even polite, and goes away soon.
so I was a child, a child, I spoke with my mother's death, which I had so much fear, and she said that we must all die, that would happen, but among many, many years, and I would have been old, and I had between me and death, a long life in between. But I would retort that day all the time behind was like a breath, a breath of wind, and death would come to pick me and would have counted only the present. I was a little girl a little strange. Lucky for me the My girls were not so.
Among the many science fiction novels published by Urania there is one I can not remember the title and I'm sure that now you do not, which speaks of a population alien in every way similar to men, with the difference that are all psychics . It 's a story written by a woman, a kind of fairy tale, very nice idea that people think they can feel and share experiences and moods. My husband says that this is a torture in the novel is considered a gift, I think it would be, if it happened now, a great upheaval, but also a huge opportunity. I think so, my brain is always active when I go to work in the fields sometimes do not see what was happening around me because I'm immersed in myself. I lose the passage of a flock of geese, or the voice of a bird ... and I rang the head alone. In yoga is considered the most dangerous thought, are taught to pull the plug, calm your mind, and then the thoughts come back clean, no haunting, serene and clear, frankly more useful. In the Bach flower remedies is a remedy, which is called White Chestnut, which just serves to interrupt the circular thinking. To me I need a carboy. Sometimes for days I happened to follow a train of thought, to develop concepts, to talk to someone and deepen them, even during interviews fleeting. Then I thought of that beautiful cosa mi era venuta in mente e non ricordavo con chi ne avevo parlato , non ricordavo la persona, e mi sembrava orribile, perchè significava che era stato solo un monologo , appunto, che era come se avessi parlato solo con me stessa . Mi pareva orribile aver cancellato la faccia e il ricordo di chi mi parlava , mi dava un senso di solitudine e di incapacità di comunicazione vera , insopportabile. A volte per davvero la vita mi sembra una grande illusione , un lungo sogno , come diceva la voce narrante all'inizio del film "Picnic a Hanging Rock ":
" La vita è sogno , soltanto un sogno , il sogno di un sogno" . E' assurdo che , con quel che succede nel mondo , anche dall'altra parte del mare, stasera mi is taken so, sorry.
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