"What season of the heart is this where you are running to the rescue of forgotten years, pretending to have them heard cry for help? "(Baricco, this story).
some lives should be relived again. Perhaps reliving a moment lost in the crowd of how it was. Maybe trying to check to be turned off in those moments were we or our brain.
Some lights do not shine enough and would like to check them, see if there's something about you in that fraction of look that you lit up the life or at least has freed you from the shadows in which stagnated for some time. Looking be careful, try to look inside other people, but too much light blinds.
Some dreams you live them, even if they turn into nightmares. Why does not mean that you should always be well, that the liver must be intact throughout life, that you should say something intelligent, if there is something intelligent to say.
Some people have to understand them. It is not their fault that Walt Disney invented them and then threw them in the real world. They face a world that does not look like Mickey Mouse and to try not to go crazy. The neuron that sometimes accompanies them back to life, exchange a square root for a truth, first twins to think such a cheerful thing, says giving up alcohol in hand with another cup of sangria and, meanwhile, cut with puns continue the monotony of aphasia esterrefazione head of mourning that accompanies us. Some hugs
you'll miss them. So, better not to think about and understand that friends are always there even when I'm by your side and the beautiful moments of the past are nothing more than a promise that the future will hold.
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