brains, skeletons, bones, organs and muscles. neurons, coiled DNA, the nerve centers. seems to dive back into the past. In the past that seemed to unite in a big family. If I think I was so small, so inexperienced in life, relationships, friendships and love affairs. of passions for what is right and what is not, what is well for me and what is bad for everyone. I was so baby, I'm happy up just slightly. I only had a night out with music and a bunch of crap. The cold, the desert city did not care. There was neancora THAT distressing breathing down your neck, that reminds you that everything is a lot of crap, that all those people, those with whom you spent all those years laughing and joking, are not nothing but hypocrites, infamous traitors, assholes, voltabandiera, people of convenience, failed, false and murderers of all trust earthly immature and without diginità. now even able to admit mistakes, even able to remedy the harm done even able to lower his head and show humility, even capable of being human, not able to stop and ruin ruin, even able to keep quiet when talk is just an insult to themselves, not able to live, living for themselves and not speculating on others. The other well chosen among the smallest, the most inexperienced, the weakest, the last to arrive .. False. Hypocrites. bastards. Inhumans. Voltabandiera.
But it's not what I wanted to talk. Not all those ghosts that appear to friends and then reveal the worst of your ills.
But simply chewing gum, candies and long strawberry sugar-coated, of fake green leather jacket, the bullet between the eyes, hats and colored hair, River, photos, piercing , of the faces, stupid video, fruity candles, ambient, letters of wholemeal bread with honey, baggy pants, long hair, smiles and spontaneous simplicity.
Gia. The I-riguardate.2004 2005-2006. We were fine, we were little, we were sweet, we were free, we were carefree, we were silly. I miss all these things. Not that there are no longer among us, but there is the possibility of not knowing what we have learned so far. There was no real problem of the future, what to do, how to prepare, how much money, how to earn it. There was no problem guys, we did not care much love, if the captain of kisses well, if not, who cares about that too. We did not think with those who spend years with people who build something, with those who have stable relationships and how to defend them from our paranoia, our fears, our inadequacy. There was the issue of abandonment, of any of the fields if the first experiences of false friends. But nothing terrible, nothing is marked in the hearts and memory. Nothing creates trauma evokes fears, would mean not being able to behave properly or as before. Nothing removes the ability to be spontaneous in the actions and choices. There was even the problem of how everything flowed giornate.Era the simplest, most enjoyed, tasted more, more experienced. There was no question of "law enforcement", there were no arrests or family, not There were soldiers in the streets, there was no need to show, scream, become apparent. There was the problem of family arguments, the brother who is cut, the brother who'll break the entire room when angry, the brother who takes drugs, the brother who threatens you with a piece of glass. There was a big problem to solve, if not the fear of growing up and making missteps. But this still is. 
There was only the present and the imagination. We grew more than was projected in the future nothing short of revolutionary, where the role of all of us had recognized you did a good job, we had good colleagues, had his home and his car, his stable boy with whom you feel good. Some peculiarities in the style of dress, make, there was talk about, because obviously I would never be equal. I never put the heels, or shirts, I never had a normal hair much less I'd wear a small purse or paiette. Oh yes that he plays tricks on the imagination. projections and prospects, expectations. And here I am. I arrived at those dreaded two decades. Yes my hair is weird, yes ok my clothing is weird, so I do not put okok heels or handbags small but ... not have a job, my role and that of others is certainly not recognized, an apartment if they can afford only son of the father, the car I decided not to put it in my priorities, the guy we get a stable dozen question marks .. And the future? anyone wants to add a trillion question marks? Does anyone know if there? If we pursue our goals? Does anyone know if they will give us more money? Does anyone know if we get to old age? Does anyone know if that will come to a place to put that is not a common grave? Someone know if we have a house? If we can make and keep their children? If we want more children in a world like this? Does anyone know if that so idealized family Mulino Bianco still exist? The more I look around, most people know, the more I am convinced that families no longer exist. There are more than other situations where the husband forces the wife to submit, or conversely, parents who continue to live after the divorce to deceive their children that they are not alone, that children are not considered absolutely, that crazy and children are admitted to the clinic psychiatric, children who kill parents, children who kill their girlfriends to vent the misery family, children, depressed and alone, children who pierce with a beautiful syringe full of heroin, for children who have passed through a red bike are killed in the barracks, children for speaking the truth are detained, beaten, raped, made inhuman. And if this is only a thousandth of what I can see ... I wonder what all the rest, what exists and how things will evolve.
Only worse. Who knows make predictions for the coming years? DO NOT DO IT.
That 's what was not there when it was smaller ...
There was the knowledge that makes a big suck.
Nothing.
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