Today...

You touch every sound of the music you listen with the signature of your feelings while you are walking on the street wondering how comes the horses gallop free not even looking at you... and you walk trough the same dimension endless wearing the reality on your watch posted as an endless tattoo...It's morning, then the middle of the day, evening and night... where are the breaks between monotony? Wish I could breath the smell of a universe gap to other dimensions... Running around on the streets, passing each block with a hundred of thoughts, wondering where is the door to those civilizations which could change the clockwise... hm... wish I could save some time in one of my pockets for tomorrow or maybe even for yesterday... Morning again... passing the street leaving the same trays behind, no one interesting to analyze, everyone overwhelmed by problems and useless worries regarding today, tomorrow... where is the wind of freedom in this story? Do we have to start a war with ourselves to change the meaning of life? Is this sit we have to low or to high to enjoy a more spectacular view? If this is the center of Universe, the Universe is a big empty glass having in the middle a grain of dust... this is the Earth... wish I could drink a sip of the Universe... the horses still gallop, the people do not see them, they are too concerned about tomorrow... what's the reason and meaning of all these? Hm... guess this words are just an effect of reality... a second from my watch screams... is it too late to wake up in another world?...Come again today... and tomorrow... and yesterday... I'm here to fight...:) Good morning ice ideals of ideas of the somewhere from nowhere... there's no distance big enough to separate me from the people I knew and think about... meet you again... the world is just a grain dust:)

steps inside world...

    It's morning again... I throw my look after the first mountain stiffed at my window  wondering what it hides on its other side... So many thoughts bother me like the daily flies and I still didn't realize when yesterday gone. Where are all the things I did five minutes ago, in the right or left side of my brain? I feel like the last seconds of my life have eaten half of the words I knew...
    Did you ever thought that life is like a shopping mall? You change every day your necessities trying to trick yourself that life can be different, that every day can be unique...what to eat, what to drink from the endless mall called life? You admire the shopping offer and you're undecided what to buy and what you need exactly... are the money ever enough for being as happy as you expected?
    It's like we are stepping on a piano claps... some of us start with the lower clap, others with a higher one, but it doesn't matter... because, at a certain point we get in the same place, on the lower one...
    Life is like this... you start with a barely childish crying, continue with a teenager screaming, a youthful leap into the future and end with a hoarse voice in old age...  as far as those who start with the lower clap I'm talking about those who fight from the first moments of their life...
    So it goes like this... you play the piano, adjusting the height of the musical sounds in order to get what you want, and you either end with the lowest one or the highest one... each way is equal...
    In a weird manner of speaking things seem to be balanced in this mad world... big animals eat the small ones which are smarter... smart individuals lead the less smart ones... those who are not sufficiently developed create issues for those who need to improve human life...
    I step on the fresh grass and what I see is the entire world map... I see warms waving their soft rings trough the present being...  grass jumpers making leaps in time while the grass stays unmoved... though the Earth is moving... 
    Why is that tree looking at me like that? Is it trying to break the nature rule of communicating with me? I wonder where it's voice is... in the leaves? if it is in the leaves, which one is the one which speaks? Maybe it's voice is in its root, it's heart... if it is there, it should be too deep in the ground and that's why I can't hear it... I wish it would tell me everything it saw and heard in its tree life...
    Oh... there's the wind abusing my hair again... it's the voyager who doesn't care... it's the one who hears and sees so many things that he travels so fast from a corner of the world to another just not to be asked what he knows... he knows too much, that's why he cannot hove a second of calm and silence... he's always moving in a crazy or lazy manner... sometimes, when the world is too agitated the wind is angry...things are just the way they are supposed to be...
    I wonder who brings the dreams inside our head? Where is the beginning and the end of the Universe... what are we here for? which is the planet of the future... where are our wings when we need them the most?...


"A volte abbiamo bisogno di una pausa di buttarci nelle braccia di sognare per respirarefelicità entrambe le narici!" 
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