How Far Can Walkie Talkies Go In A City

Utopia lies in the shadow of the Great Tree.

Catania January 24, 2010

From the balcony of my house you see a pine tree. A majestic pine and dignified, with the green leaves that seem to outstretched hands down, trying to caress the world, never succeed, because the tree is too big for us that we are on the ground.

"Dad what is the big tree? "

" This Love "
" But what is old? "
" It 's so old, so old that when I was a child he was already so great. "

Great Tree is my home.
Big Tree the sky and bring down a piece of blue and I do not believe in God.
Great Tree has branches that can do immense roof and swollen roots that become concave at times, and can act as a cradle.
Great Tree has been there for however many years, I I have always seen the Great, and baby I do not think so. Large tree, says Brother Wise, seems to me to tell you: I'm here and I can not help it.
And I like this mocking his immobility, and everything changes.
I stand here and sbrigatela you with what's happening around you.
Sbrigatela almost thirty years, you and your dreams.
"What have you done? Have you yet? You look at me you were a child and full of blond curls and dreamed your dreams so much that I penetrated into the cortex and are stuck between the wheels of my old age, and now my wounds are cuts. You dreamed you were early awake, lively ".
"No I'm not dreaming of the Great Tree. Dreams are only dreams real and have infinite potential, mine were utopias that have only one fate, that of not having one. But what do you know? You're always there motionless. "

so happens that one day you look like a thousand other Great Tree, a day like this for almost twenty years ago when they had ten years of watching him with those eyes, only a slightly 'bluer.

He reminds you that you were ten, ten years when you thought you'd be able to become all that you could be what wanted, that was no time to study, live, hope, love, singing, falls and dreams, that to be a star enough to climb to the top of him and grab it.

I was ten and you were a child and did not think at all, that the soil from which the Great Tree had appeared a day like a century ago was the same today that does not welcome those who you thought was the same as you .

I was ten years was just love and love and the differences between homosexual and heterosexual did not know and you do not care, because love is love, so many stories!

What were the colors of skin color only, that the rainbow Mica has many and there is one better than another.

God was one, which you call God and others call him Allah, Buddha and others, or whatever he likes, but it was just a name, how you call your cousin's name is Silvia and Claudia and He is called God

you had to study, then find a job you like and make money and you buy a house with a garden and planted a big tree, your children need a constant while all change and does not go in the direction of dreams.

I was ten and a crucifix to school was only a crucifix and certainly would not have protested, as you do now, if in class you had not provided the same way the mats to pray facing Mecca , which in ten years Mecca is a spelling error that if you take the "M" and put the "S" the correct, because you studied something on the dry subsidiary, in the geography.

I was ten and thirty-somethings were "great" and that there could be such big babies who calls them and begging them to leave € 500 mom and dad, that the euro did not know yet what it was but if you are asked if they had a million can pay you your life would you have laughed at you, and you would come well well as your height and this is almost the same.

I was ten and I think that starve the children were only in Africa that they had no food and you had to eat everything else was as if I did them wrong, and you could not imagine that to let die could also be two young men who love each other and that food was a way to proclaim to the world that you love, you exist, and that everyone should know that in love there is nothing wrong.

that you can decide to let you starve a homosexual and the state makes you die, maybe, but that denies the right to kill you if you in a hospital bed and you can not move, do not talk and do not smile and if you've become a big tree and did not want to because you are a person and want to stop acting, because the part you are not good to plant and not applause you, that there is talent in stillness.

Great Tree And always equals itself reminds you that you were a child dreamed of something that is not there and that you are now an adult who sees something that is not , as noted its branches, in a sunny afternoon in 2010, equal to that of 1992, when the meaning of the term utopia do not know and believe you were only dreaming.

And it was better to dream.

that utopia, by definition, is not anything good.

that utopia is a distortion.

The distortion of your childhood dreams.

Silvia.