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Whirlpools Life.

The momentum is very strong. The people proclaim changes and revolutions but then remain equal to itself. After all imply that you are ready to provide apparently makes it more interesting. Flaunting the banner of change possible and plant them in new territory makes you look like a conqueror. It makes you seem in a position to redefine, redesign, a hundred thousand times. Want to by declaring to have a deficiency? Want to sew him with a lack of boredom? Want to put with the pain dab of a narcissistic wound with alcohol?

And meanwhile the hours passed and we with them and with them ages. And some people will always be able to recognize themselves in the mirror.

But I the morning I need to look well suited for recognizing me. It 's the price you pay if you want to subvert.

Oh yes, the inertia is very strong: the bodies are better than the old new, old ideas better than new, the better the dynamic stasis. The risk and danger is never possibilities. Revolutions are just proclamations and inner faces of the helpless faces are only resolute, papier-mache masks are property and grotesque.

I do not like inertia. I am for the Eddies of Life.

Silvia. 28/04/2010

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tearing.

What is that color you have in the eyes ?

is not a color, you know. It 'a tear.

of heaven?

No, of death.

Sleep with me tonight. There is still here, you drink one more time 'of wine. Drunk as well, if you like.

of wine? You?

of what you want, but there is still a bit '. Remains.

I sleep.

Then sleep, baby. Mend the breach of the eyes.

Not right away. I need to be able to keep them ripped look.

Story of a revival as many. of wine drunk less and less of an unknown skin. story of her and that he could not and should not own.

But they woke up together.

cherry jam and toast for breakfast?

No, the heart is bursting and cola, I gathered inside that jar. Good breakfast, "love."


Silvia 04/21/2010

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X seconds of unconscious happiness. Emergency

Catania April 17, 2010

Who are you?

A merchant.

And for what?

Everything.

Oh yeah? And all this would you sell?

Everything you need.

And what would I need? Feel.

happiness.

And what do you know?

I just know.

Oh, but good. Original you. And who does not need it?

The masochists. What ignorant, you. Did not you know that masochists do not need them?

Know-and irritating, as well.

And then you want this happiness?

What is this? Now you have doubts? You were not sure you need it?

right then wake up and be happy.

you kidding me?

No, I said stupid ... wake up.

But I sleep. There is still a bit 'here with me.

I have to work myself. Another person, another dream.

But if you do not even pay that merchant are you? What work is ?

And who told you that I do not pay?

I've asked for money.

you're just a rookie. Rookies, yes.

And why?

Why, do not you know that happiness always pay it, then?

You are a nightmare. Mica is a dream. Why do not you go?

You asked me to stay.

I just wanted a little 'company. Someone who was sleeping with me. But I've got second thoughts.

Stop raving, talking about serious stuff: When you want to pay? In X hours? In X days? Between X months? In X years? Cash or installments?

I mean ... I did not understand, you're asking me to decide when and how do I be unhappy?

Well ... it's the price you pay. Once alarm But do not you remember, quiet.

Still a chip only, friend. What is this? You think I'm crazy?

Matta or not if you decide not I do it for you, and you Mortgage maybe even his life.

sure not to be Satan?

You know I could be God?

Why is there a difference? They are not two sides of same coin? Good and bad mean.

I did not come to philosophize.

And what did you do in my sleep?

to conclude an exchange.

E 'alcohol in the past, right? You are hallucinating. I will delirium tremens?

No. I'm not hallucinating. You're sleeping. Then I conclude whether or not this exchange? What merchant would not if there should be an exchange between us?

Exactly you are a nightmare.

call me what you like. You're sleeping because you're missing nell'insana looking for names that I qualify? Hallucination, nightmare, dream, Satan, God, Good, Evil. If you wake up I fade away, not enough?

I wake up and I'm happy, right?

Yeah, well, something between X and then pay.

And then you would be happy to take it? A Merchant's dreamlike not-as-you-know-but-you-happy-jennies ?

What is this? Do not believe me?

No, you do not think so.

So wake up. I told you.

Look, alright, not that I c'abbia lost hope. Not that I believe I'll never be happy. But you know, a minimum of contact with reality seems to keep it healthy. Otherwise you risk giving the psychotic .

touch with reality?

Yeah, sure. But you want to know? You are a dream, a nightmare, you're a that cabbage-know-it- outside of reality.

And what is this reality?

That the facts, so now I have no reason to be happy. So I wake up, and I will not curse you because last night I had a nightmare. And you, you have mocked me and I believe thee, infamous.

OH, OH! Miss! Top with the insults!

You told me silly before.

And you are.

And you're a villain.

No. Come on, come on, open those eyes. I have a reputation, I do. Open them and you will not deceive you.

Okay I open them, but You, do not stay in dreaming.

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It seems that I am a strong person. So technically you call people who do not remember dreams never. Those that do not want to dream material for analysis in order to know better. And I do not remember them ever. You will know everything about me or do not know anything and do not want to know. Still is to me very clear and not even feel the need to define it, actually.

But this morning I remembered this dream to me.

But not right away.

Immediately after opening his eyes a faint ray of sunshine but still intrusive cut me the apple with a clean cut and subtle. I have not felt any pain. Indeed.

not remember anything. The sentient body, the brain vacations.

Mine was a strange vegetation being.

A state in which you exist and not exist , so that whatever you think it is a swirling over your brain, mo 'vulture, is looking for any input but has not yet been found. And you're just a body with eyes half shut. It 's a matter of knowing that if you take it easy, I think. It is a question of awareness who chooses to nap: "Still another 5 minutes, it seems to say.

And then this morning I was sitting so I, with my head scraped from any concern about the brain upside down like a sock, with a ray of sunshine to dissect the eye surgery. And I felt happy. But so glad I thought of being dead ed'essermi nonsisacome deserved heaven.

After awareness seems to have woken up. I do not think he slept five minutes as requested. I think it was something like a few seconds. Something like X seconds. The second happiest of my life. Then the whirlwind of thoughts has been done typhoon and entered with arrogance. And I have ceased to grow and even happiness seems to have stopped, not even flower that does not have the time.

I remembered him: Merchant, hallucinations, dreams, nightmares, Satan or God What the hell-he-know-.

He wanted to complete an exchange, I told them when I wanted to pay. Or maybe I said between X and second I do not remember, or perhaps he has chosen for me. The fact is that I was paying the bill after X seconds.

And I hope that Merchant Onirico not be taken if I had not let him do his job well and has not decided, so, mortgage life also.

And I hope you come back I want to tell him that I pay in X years, ten minutes before he died though. I pay everything he wants.
enough that every morning you give me X seconds of unconscious happiness.

Silvia.

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Post (or).

sometimes seems that writing is a job too hard. It appears that you have to make something of yourself and put black on white. It seems that if you take something that is without color between the lines do not read that is white on white and the sheet does not house those words and remain on the door to screaming and trampling and knocking and shouting and scream and cry while enter and do not enter.
not enter .

Stay in your tap dancing presumptuous on your keyboard. Beat well-heeled, but do plan dimenatevi lightly, for I can not stand the way I sometimes disturbed.

I have to beat your heels to live, I will. You only to dance.

Therefore, I do not know and you for God's sake, do the same.

Silvia. 12/04/2010

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The perfection of the number Two. Semi-serious reflection on desire and love.

Catania April 7, 2010

"Two is not twice but the opposite of one of his loneliness. Two alliance is, double thread that is not broken" . (Erri De Luca).

That the two had a I've always nice number suspected. I think the first suspicion dates back to the early years of my life when I realized that the two months of a given people will come to my house with gifts for me. It was my birthday. Receiving gifts is a good reason to love a number. Further on the gifts become perhaps little consolation for the years that pass, unless the people do not set yourself up to give Botox injections and breast implants, that is.

And so the two came out of hatred for me that always surrounds the numbers, surrounded them in arithmetic and not debatable This discount is devoid of charm, at least in my opinion.

But Erri De Luca, with that sentence overturned the mathematical order: "Two is not twice but the other one." The number two is therefore a subversive. In my eyes this makes the two a little fascinosissimo numeretto and lovable. In my eyes, this makes the perfect number two, pace of Three and even the Church has always maintained that as a carrier of that mystery, as mysterious to me than to others, that is faith.

In my experience the three is a number of cabbage instead. But that's another story, definitely.

Let's go back to two, which is better. And in speeches inoltriamoci philosophizing that will appeal to Brother Sage and discourage those that they expect a post ironic. The latter are allowed to finish reading this post now.

The charm of the two does not end, of course, in obvious reference to the day of my birthday. Two by Two life is born and the life of the One, the individual tends spasmodically, in a more or less conscious but more visceral, until the time of death.

The One, the first time it is the world's research on the Other Two.

Other And the first is the mother. At that first perfect symbiotic relationship back then continuously, using it as the foundation for all the love that we build houses during the whole of our lives.

union of two bodies, life is born, in seeking animal lovers in the dirty game of desire, while giving the breath of life to the passion of the individual's death threat confined to the abyss hear us who foreshadows the failure of that same desire that everything had moved.

the voltage Two is always pushed this game and obscene death.

Yet without the two there is no passion, there is no union, there is no birth, no future for the individual and the species. Without the two there is no life.

For that, life springs from the desire of a merger of two bodies and, although the idea should not like, so it is no other possibility. It seems we can not know our wishes if the body of the Other do not reflect them renouncing their own opacity, to be transparent. That life is born from pure desire, free from any romance of the past, and love is not an aberrant fact visible without having to make efforts in long and exhausting search. Just simply consider the fact that some births are the result of sexual acts and skinny without poetry, sometimes violent. Think of the children of rape, the children of a "love" bought on the sidewalk of a street sad, dirty and degraded. Those are the children of a desire, often not shared, which has nothing to do with love and everything, in truth, the tension in the two that you simply view (perverse) of the electric discharge which is the soul of desire. Download if not unloaded (and let the banal pun) electrocute the One with no escape.

"The desire is incorrect - suggests Galimberti - The desire not know what they want. This is because the desire, unlike love, which wants construction and stability, is a movement towards a point of loss. It does not produce another parallel language, self or alternative to love [...] rather than in the speech is what makes the problem [...]. Ignoring the mutual exchange always underlies every relationship of love, the desire to know only the theft and the gift. For this love that seeks security and stability tends to extinguish the desires as its negative deepest fears. "

And so we are at the same time, children and victims of desire and that is at the same time, our father and our executioner, loved and hated, agony and fear. Because the voltage at the two, that moves from desire, we try all my life to take that desire and to frame it within a discourse of love and that, for all his life, played to alter the grammar and syntax compromise.

What ensues is the absolute inability, for most human beings, to unite in a single speech without love and desire or even sacrificing an appendage of either. And usually the bitter conclusion is that love extinguished in the everyday and familiar and the desire for survival instinct, not embodied in love never, at least never completely.

The scenario is bleak. And it would be way down if it were not for that little detail that the two life-giving. If it were not for that little detail that the two, out of the perverse logic of love and desire, of that life probably, it becomes the ultimate goal.

Were it not that human beings tend to Two to avert his death.

And that is why I have deep admiration for the two.

"But you do not want to be a next time for someone?"

He said Erri De Luca the middle-class girl in a white shirt and blue skirt in front of the mimeograph revolution.

And in asking that question the girl unravels the skein of life's meaning, its beginning and its evolution towards a goal. And, last but not least, exorcised in the death of the generational continuity that only two guarantees.

And now, although I have thought for about two hours and realized that this is the perfect number, the question remains of the girl for me forever unanswered.

Because if it is given the perfection of Two is not transitively on its accessibility to all.

And I'm still looking for the gateway.

And you?

You do not want to be a next time for someone?

Silvia

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will do something great.

Catania April 2, 2010

say that this is the first generation in their thirties who are worse off than their parents. Without going too far, at my age my father had his nice place all'Ausl. My mother was not put so much work but had chosen to Perhaps the noble art of procreation and work later, when her children would begin to chew not only baby food but also of sugar beans (rinomatamente hard as stones).

And indeed it was: one day, when my little brother was chewing his first cannellino ruling that he did not like (crazy), he participated in a contest and she had her beautiful place state. Things that are now in dreams. Things today that even if one dreams the next day I miss you remember that the process of removing the felt need of work that can save you well for the illusion of a dream.

I, on the threshold of the twenty-eight, I wonder every day what I will do great. And, since one has to dream big dreams when I suppose to do something really special ... like, I know, be the first woman to set foot on Pluto, says "Bedda Holy Matri this is a step for nicu nicu but the woman Ranni Ranni pì humanity, "and we plant the flag of Sicily, goes to lunch with the aliens, the recommend a good plastic surgeon for pointy ears, the same dermatologist Jacko to lighten skin , that green is not giving them much even though they are aliens, and four good shops where to shop without spending much ... that is nice to walk around naked all the attributes with extraterrestrials in plain sight.

But then I stop raving and I think I'd need a good degree in astrophysics to do this and, as I and physics have long been divorced, after having pulled the knives at the time of high school, I thought that the aliens will have to settle for another personal stylists.

Once (HERE) well I thought I had found my way: I wanted to be a psychologist of the Greek gods and move Olympus. Only I had not considered that those are only now the idols of stone, which no one believes more and therefore, those, devastated by the loss of authority and power that has resulted in the advent of Christ as the dinosaurs became extinct, without even you can leave a fossil (psican) alizzare.

And then ask me why I do not believe: Christ has taken my future ... I do not need to add more.

And so again I did not understand which way to go. Let's say for the most part to be a writer's dream. Write a best seller and become extremely rich. Or I'd be happy to leave the narrative even as a hobby and to be a journalist. Only then I would not end up sold to newspapers of the other political party. And by "other" people who know me know what I mean. Besides, if I start to be a journalist in the newspapers that I say could end up that "other" cut the funds with some nice bill and the newspaper is likely to close. Like, today, for example, I would not be a journalist of "Il Manifesto" I would not find me to choose a sofa that matches well with any of the lava rock arches of the Navy that I have chosen as home.

But the devastation given to me by the uncertainty of the future, has run the other day I lit a light bulb.

Day March 29, returning from a wonderful dinner consumed between books Tertulia, most amazing cake, more film club with a lot of black and white film (which is both highbrow left), I opened the site of the Republic and I had a look at election results. After an initial burst of anger and bitterness I thought about all the years spent in college read articles on positive thinking. I needed to think positive!

But no, I was too disgusted. I sat stunned on the sofa staring at the monitor, read that Berlusconi was said ready to begin its journey on the path of reform:

"Before everything will proceed with the Act interceptions,

the Italians are waiting too long "

and Italians were waiting I was wondering what 'the law is with trepidation. To me, for example, is not that I care much if I get caught while I talk to my mother of what I ate for lunch today.

"Knight, I ate crackers, my mom has run mad: it says that I have to eat pasta, which are too thin. You got some food to give me more advice? And do not tell me to stop with nutella That is in me remained just that! "

Polverini Then I saw pictures of that good old Roman salute greeted with a mass of howling decerebration.

I left in bed thinking about how this mass could be so stupid I ventured psychological assumptions applied to politics ... that people have such cycles need to self-destruct with dictatorships, wars and so on to rise again from their ashes ... a little 'like men, that Freud in his later theories said to be moved by a primordial instinct, called the "death", which led them to become unconscious of the evil and sadistically derive pleasure.

In short, I was immersed in my menate-psycho-political philosopher when Suddenly, I realized what I could do great. I understand that we must stop dreaming if you want to bring home the bread. And so I wondered what was going out of fashion today, and since the last image I had before was that of decerebration howling, it is to them that I thought. They clearly need to pounds and pounds of salami, prosciutto, mortadella (bologna maybe not refuse because of the memory prodiana) bacon and pork to stand in front of your eyes so you can continue to not see what I see very well even though I miss you a good handful of diopters.

And then I thought that I will keep the big salami. So no risk of being out of work that both never got even a child of ten years (with parents left) with the story of the last of the immortal Highlander "we were all fooled.

nano Highlander had a brother whose family name is Berlusconi. This is obvious.

I know that someone could give me the "sold" and accuse me that in doing so increase this vile system that sees only one drive all the information Italian with four faithful henchmen to help him. But here, think again: I only sell cold cuts, then each of those is with what he wants. Some people eat them, if somebody makes them mo 'spectacles. Here, the optical ... maybe they could have something to say ...

Moreover bring the bread at home is important, I that, and I always wear nice padded. Thus, if the law on wiretapping has not been approved, the brother of nano not Highlander would have nothing to say about my diet for now, I swear, my mom is more than enough!

I leave you with this cartoon:

And with this other than I think the comments too well:

add that such an improvement, if it were (and here we would have to write another post), I do not think is sustainable.

Silvia.