On 6 September, as one of the many times in my life, I started staring at the sky and the Moon, the first to enjoy the cold season there is giving. Once I hated the autumn, we now have the honor, as I honor my friends crows, when the weather is to their liking, they return to be live on an old building, visible from the balcony of
lla my kitchen, and even from my beloved window in the attic. It 's like a shelter for me, opening up a world painted with a particular always different, that I must be seized and that I have to be inspired. That night, between 5 and 6 September, I have not written anything particularly meaningful, but I felt inspired by the moon .. made me a wink and I felt the need to say something, even if I did not know thing. I first wrote a kind of nursery rhyme little treatment metrically, I would say, but I got so, so I threw it down! Then I started "thinking about 2000" .. and I strange things came to head a bit 'like the nursery rhyme: thoughts expanded and modulated little, I've heard of having to write down somewhere .. An old book to pieces (I've always preferred), filmed on the contrary, the last page , was the victim of that impulse. Now, the "victims", I know that you will not because I find it very important that you read what I wrote, there are a lot of things that I believe will never publish-but why is the ratio Me / Humanity has been a bit 'the central theme of those thoughts (yes, one thing that haunts me often, of this task I have here ..). That's why I wanted them to read it, because they express the desire of my Himself to stay there next, well beyond my mere existence.
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THUR 6 SETT.07
I love listening to the silence of the night ...
cold lonely night and sleeps
the city that I do not feel alone
cold night sleeping
is
the moon does not turn off
roofs and houses
idyllic retreat from this window that is mine, only mine ...
I think a comic
a cartoon
the moon in the sky
away my beloved
Night
in the verses of a man without wings
that live,
dreams if its always the same
Reply
my star I know you hear me
the ship that flies
I saw, I was alone
Do you believe in fairy tales
the gnomes
dispensan light
hide thunder
fairies and elves
nymphs butterflies
am not all fake
not chimera
The moon, the moon alone tonight even
sardonic smiles
she hopes everyone in
E inspired by the night
and raises thoughts of love mistress
and ancient mysteries.
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I can think of nonsense. I had a map of the sky and I could go from one star to another and there was a man.
I was something much, much larger, before coming here ... I was not so.
I was not as they are now and even as I was before. They are so because the Earth has made me so. I was so confused, when I arrived! What am I doing here? I forgot. Where is everybody? Why they left me here? It 'something that still, at 19, I wondered, looking at the stars. Yet, I also fear that I felt and I would return to take, because I wanted to stay on this planet. I was sure to be here to do something big. I have never understood them completely.
I was not so. I must apologize, humans have become who I am, I have collected more or less strange experience here. They are naive. I did not think you have to be beautiful, when I arrived, neither smart nor sexy and rowdy. I was helpless soul in a world with the spikes at each corner. Let me know how I'll help you, human. I'm here for. I try to have fun and forget about it and pretend to be like you, but I can not.
I'ma be elusive, I run away from everything and everyone, after having tasted a bit ', because relations with you I have often caught and I almost lost my freedom. I do not know if and when I'll stop. Sometimes I stop, yes, because I also want to conclude something, but in the end I speak always in my way and you do not know if I ever will understand. Things are changing and we are growing all everyone. I show just another way to continue the way, you are free to follow or not. I'm here to show the other, not what you've already seen. No wonder many do not approve of me. Everyone has their own truth.
my family. Do not ask me. I only saw someone in a dream, for the rest of the feelings I have, the answers that I give my soul and I feel real, but I do not know much. And I do not know the details of this mission. Not yet. Sometimes I feel more alienated than ever.
Am. I Am. They are both men and women, good and bad, black and white. A witch and an angel.
I was an angel.
Often in the past, I thought to be a fallen angel in flight. Often, I thought to be some descendant of Christ. To come from somewhere. Everything was
very different, there Home. In my whole kingdom was much purer, lighter, happy, hug a constant. It was a fusion of opposites, a constant embrace, a continuous pleasure. Here it has been difficult environments, in the end, as I tried, I have always found something strange in me, or else, and it was so easy to hurt me! Perhaps even now. Now we are all adapting to the higher vibrations, is also seen in recent days.
Why not change the prospect of destruction? Each Armageddon can be stopped if we want! In hard times or in times of peace, I will stay there near as I can. Soon there will be only in times of peace. Do not give up!
Your angel
FRA
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kiss-kiss-kiss-bambinadallospazio
