Oh no,
so wrong. So wrong. Everything is changing and does so quickly, too quickly, because I can always keep up. The new arrivals will overwhelm, inexorable: it leaves no escape for man or woman, light and shade, leaves no way to emotions. I've always felt so different from you ..! I always felt deep inside the loneliness of feeling different. My world, I was painting it with colors that you did not have and do not capivate where they came from, and we also inserted the words! It notes! Yes, the notes! But what music could be heard? I've always felt so strange! I did everything to look alike! I swear .. But the result is what kind? A Human Angel, you say, and friends beyond the veil? I see a girl who is lonely and can not really stand out in flight. This, I see. A creature who wants to be creative, but who feels alone, bored, misunderstood. Nemo propheta at home, it is true, but I always thought they could make a difference. Just like that. So I left the case for the Arts. In the end I really did, because I felt I was cheating, restricting their thinking as they wanted reasons: a sensible, prudent, "nonsisamainellavita. It 's true, but the beauty is just that. "They", I wrote only "them", an undefined mass, the voice of a nagging conscience that now is not mine anymore. It 's all so old, what "they" say .. "they", the mass that once suffered because of my being so strange. But, in this combination of consciousness more or less awake, where are my fellow adventures? Fun? Love? Why am I all collapsed on him, even before they finish building it? I must not be afraid, I know everything is as it should be .. and the clock reminds me at every opportunity, when the hours are the same as minutes ..
Excuse the outburst, sailors adrift, you're still on my little island forgive, if a teacher sometimes loses his temper or cries or lies down in a corner of the bed watching Buffy, the Slayer is .. done so. Does not ask you to follow him, but yourself.
bambinadallospazio-
