's not my time, that image, let alone that of memory. The only thing that has taken hold of me is the vision. And avoid the dangerous game of memory!
I was forced to live in the logic of what is left, where everything has a specific price to be paid or paid. The gratuicità is something you can not find space in my everyday life. If I give in, the pay dearly! Nothing is given to the possibility of a dream, an image, a thought, the fact and rule is imposed, deforming the individuals that are involved in forms, so you see people that can not see and you can not see who you behind. I wonder if in fact someone is hiding behind those masks, or do nothing to disguise the nullity of that fact, what actually you can carry, which is resistant to rain, wind and the sea!
I asked myself and I wonder what true and what is false. Have asked me about myself, questioning obsessively, trying to understand who is in front of me was "true" o fosse "falso". Mi sono illusa di pensare che solo l'essere vera io stessa potesse costringere altri ad essere veri; ma io sono vera? Io sono falsa? Chi è di fronte a me si trova di fronte ad una maschera che rappresenta qualcuno che ora è così, ora è diverso!
Mi sono chiesta se la questione della verità e della falsità non fossero, nei fatti, solo concetti conseguenti ad un presuppoto ideologico di coerenza, di continuità, e non invece inerenti al quotidiano che si esprime e che - forse - non merita di essere sottoposto ad una valutazione rigida quale può essere la "verità" o la "falsità".
E se fosse che la verità fosse solo lo scorrere del tempo e gli eventi che mutano? E se la verità was a becoming rather than an event? What would change in our understanding of the world and the perception that we have the framework in which we live?
I've never built sand castles on the seashore, just because I've never endured the idea that the sea would destroy them, I dug holes in the sand, in the foolish hope that they could swallow the sea! The sea has played in my hole, as they had never been!
The hole that I dug were "genuine" or were "false"? It was my true or false pretense that he wants the sea had swallowed up those Buce? I can not answer these questions, but I have knowledge that the hole I dug and I always wished that the sea had swallowed up by them.
Maybe because I never thought I could walk on water, and perhaps because I am fascinated by the storm over everything!
I wonder more about the "deities", the less I believe that the very concept of "humanity" can no longer be adequate. Biology is not enough to make me feel belonging to a continuum, a common denominator!
Metaphors aside, I see the projects of many people being annihilated by a click of a mouse, I see the hard work and daily efforts of people who gave everything of themselves to build something for their sons and daughters, destroyed by cynicism disinterested and aloof characters behind desks bleak, the characters become confident of their position and have ensured the safety of their food for themselves and those close to him!
Each castle is dissolved and tears and blood, because it can not be free, because nothing you are not allowed in grauicità! Not even the grace is so free, because a high price was paid! How knows the price of grace who has had occasion to meet, to know it and live it.
Today I wrote to you, dear Ausilia of what the world with which I am to confront, but the world around me is the vacant look of a man who has lost hope to the point of not being able to capture even more the opportunity!
I do not have pictures I can concede to remember, I have vision! There is a mass that cries only "now I have to save me!" and nothing else matters!
collapses the bag! Someone has to see the success of your operation, you lose and how to count how many times you multiply that desperation and that others have paid that price, pay and pay! And their taste is not the gain, which do not need, but it's just the cynic to have won.
The lie? Yes, maybe it is! Everything is based on menzonga! This morning I got up I would if I had not lied to myself that I could still do something! And tomorrow I'll have to lie still, and still go on! I'll have to think to smile hypocritically un bambino, per non vedere il pianto di tanti e troppi!
Tutto si regge sulla menzogna, e spesso si deve compiere una vera e propria opera di persuasione su noi stesse per poter far si che quella menzogna ci appia vera anche per un solo momento. Ma è mentire il darsi fiato e forza di vivere un altro giorno, sapendo bene che se non ci si mentisse sarebbe il lasciarsi morire?
Domani sarò più positiva, la sera mi riesce meno facile!
Un abbraccio
Darianna
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