There are days when you open your eyes and you are aware that you should not get out of bed, with speed and ruthless determination to find the courage to turn around the other side and leave runoff.
There are days that should not start because the age of technology we are not yet equipped with a device that allows us to wake up and arbitrarily decide to by-pass the day and its events, always in danger in an arbitrary manner, but completely conscious of not granting to any potential event to make it less strenuous or useless, even happy?
And if you change your mind, do not worry, that he no longer cries to voice "technology support"
Do not worry, none of that, nothing really matters, nothing really that I should disclose, a little relief because the drawer, too small, not able to contain.
do not understand why when I feel under pressure situations that come inevitably amplify my condition is not a question of predisposition to the development of homogeneous stimuli but as the most trivial sum of factors not linked to each other, they involve a different result than expected, not for a computistico mere error but for the occurrence of accidents, not foreseen or expected, that change the object of observation.
2 +2 = 5
And who lends me the X-ray glasses that sold on Postal market so I can read what the formula lies?
2 +2 [+1] = 5.
may simply live well with those around us is not to live well with themselves, perhaps when occurs the first condition then I take two steps back, closer to the shelf of books that contains jealously Saramago, Celine, and Pessoa Riechler slam back against the wall ideas in my mind and try to order them.
The morning started badly, at the precise moment when I opened my eyes and heard the first words that were uttered, not angry, just didactic, in that instant my foot nears the ground, hampered by a mysterious force but powerful, even simulating the same company of Neil Armstrong, perhaps it is the sum of trying to organize information, including abundant off-topic digressions.
Not bad, between an hour I am about to Santo Stefano, sorseggerò a mojito, and I will smoke too contornerò of people that make me calm and peaceful, I'll leave behind me what troubles me, brain off line.
And if I knew little and had to exchange a few words do not ask because I'm always smiling unless they want to hear my classic response, "yeah you know I'm stupid!"
Thank you for your attention.
Good Night and Good Luck
Playlist of the Day: Charlie Haden & Kenny Barron - Night & The City, says the cover and start dreaming, Keith Jarrett - Sun Bear Concerts - Osaka, travel by a brilliant mind and torn, Charles Mingus - Mingus Ah Um, the CD of which I could never do without.
There are days that should not start because the age of technology we are not yet equipped with a device that allows us to wake up and arbitrarily decide to by-pass the day and its events, always in danger in an arbitrary manner, but completely conscious of not granting to any potential event to make it less strenuous or useless, even happy?
And if you change your mind, do not worry, that he no longer cries to voice "technology support"
Do not worry, none of that, nothing really matters, nothing really that I should disclose, a little relief because the drawer, too small, not able to contain.
do not understand why when I feel under pressure situations that come inevitably amplify my condition is not a question of predisposition to the development of homogeneous stimuli but as the most trivial sum of factors not linked to each other, they involve a different result than expected, not for a computistico mere error but for the occurrence of accidents, not foreseen or expected, that change the object of observation.
2 +2 = 5
And who lends me the X-ray glasses that sold on Postal market so I can read what the formula lies?
2 +2 [+1] = 5.
may simply live well with those around us is not to live well with themselves, perhaps when occurs the first condition then I take two steps back, closer to the shelf of books that contains jealously Saramago, Celine, and Pessoa Riechler slam back against the wall ideas in my mind and try to order them.
The morning started badly, at the precise moment when I opened my eyes and heard the first words that were uttered, not angry, just didactic, in that instant my foot nears the ground, hampered by a mysterious force but powerful, even simulating the same company of Neil Armstrong, perhaps it is the sum of trying to organize information, including abundant off-topic digressions.
Not bad, between an hour I am about to Santo Stefano, sorseggerò a mojito, and I will smoke too contornerò of people that make me calm and peaceful, I'll leave behind me what troubles me, brain off line.
And if I knew little and had to exchange a few words do not ask because I'm always smiling unless they want to hear my classic response, "yeah you know I'm stupid!"
Thank you for your attention.
Good Night and Good Luck
Playlist of the Day: Charlie Haden & Kenny Barron - Night & The City, says the cover and start dreaming, Keith Jarrett - Sun Bear Concerts - Osaka, travel by a brilliant mind and torn, Charles Mingus - Mingus Ah Um, the CD of which I could never do without.
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