Breaking newssssss

I was out for two reasons :
4 on Algeria , Come on ! isn't that a reason to disappear !
My studies are well , I just printed my memoire ! I deserve a dance 000000000000 readers !

Mother and son .

Are you still alive my old lady ?
I'm alive , Peace to you and peace
Let your house drawn
By that tremendous evening light that you like
They said to me that you are dying to see me
That you are worried too much about me ?
And that you are always screaming at night
Thinking that someone stabbed me at a bar
It's ok Mother ! be well
It's just a Painful delirium
I'm not a drunk and I don't like bars
I'm not gonna die before I see you
I'm still nice like I used to be
I dream only of one thing
To run away fastly from the troubled sadness
And come back to our low ceiling house
I will come back I will...
In a condition , you will not wake me up at the daybreak
I'm sick , Disadvantaged and tired too early
You are my beauty and my happiness
You are my tremendous evening light.

October 2007.

I've been through a lot this days , I mean I saw luck but I didn't catch it and Unhappiness saw me and cought me ! yep I'm that guy who almost died like 7 times but finally here I am staring at you with a silly smile !
Nevermind , I missed you my little tiny blog with no readers , But I'm here today to just say :
Long live the Capitano ! you are one of the lights that draw a smile on my sick face , Congrats for the new record , and like a girl in a italian forum said once :
" Francesco Totti is better than my dream boy , He is REAL !" and my friend you coloured my days with soccer , I mean player comes and goes , teams wins and loose but you are always standing like a mountain never cared for money or fame or titles , you were just their for your city rejecting money titles and fame .
I mean my friends are rights , I always have a complicated choice in life and one of those is Francesco Totti . I do have principles in soccer too you know ?

this is just a small thing for a player that I will dedicate a whole topic for...stay tunned 0 readers !

Save me from this squeeze .

How it's hard to erase memories ? i've never tought that it's that hard to dig black holes in your brain . The booze din't work , the valium , the drugs ...illegal things didn't worked for me, But here I am lost and facing the human ingratitude . my last chance was to call my father , talk about everything and nothing like usual but he was the man this time ! he was the doctor , he did his thing called " magic" he recommend a movie for me and at that moment I was healed not because it was a good or a perfect movie ( which is I do recommend for you ) but the last scene was absolutely about me :
" I have of late - but wherefore I know not - lost all my mirth; and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory, this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appeareth nothing to me but a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours. What a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason! How infinite in faculties! How like an angel in apprehension. How like a god! The beauty of the world! The paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me: no, nor women neither. Nor women neither. "

Long live the father , let the humanity burn and let us live just me and you !

The day I was born

In this day, 21 years ago I was born; the tranquility put me on the hands of this existence full of screaming, fights and wars. I've walked 21 times through the sun, I don't know how much the moon walked over me but I didn't recognize the secrets of light neither the mysteries of darkness.
I've walked 21 times with the earth, the moon, the sun and the other planets over the truth and the inner me is whispering many names many definitions and many interpretations of a daily life that I didn't recognize yet.
21 years ago the hand of existence wrote me as a word in the book of this strange world full of meanings. Here I am an important word, I have many meanings, sometimes I may refer to nothing, sometimes I may refer to everything,
Those thoughts and ideas souvenirs too are crowded in my head in this date of every year , It's sticking in my memory showing me the ghosts of the past nights , Then it's blown like the wind blows everything.
In this day from every year, The ghosts that drawn my life came running to me from everywhere , besieging me and singing all the sad songs , Then it disappears like a swarm who landed on a place without finding what to eat , it speedy goes and look for another convenient place.
I close my eyes and I look again to the mirror, I only see myself , I stare to myself I don't see anything but sadness , I talk to sadness but she won't speak she's mute and if she spokes her talks would be sweeter than joy.
In the past 21 years I loved a lot , I loved what people hated and I hated what people loved , what I loved when I was young I still love it now , and I will love it to the end of my life , those things are the only things I have .
I loved Freedom , My love grows while I was knowing peoples' modern slavery ( Marriage , Work) even if I liked those slaves , I sympathized with them I might be one of them one day , no need to misjudged them if I will be like them..
I loved Happiness like everyone , I woke up everyday asking for it like everyone ask for it , But I never found it on their ways , I didn't even see the footsteps of happiness on the sound around their castles , I didn't even hear the echo of happiness's voice out from their windows .
I love the people I mean I loved them a lot , The people in my imaginary are three: One likes the life , the second Bless it , the third contemplate it . I loved the first one for it's misery, the second for his kindness, and the third for his brain.
It’s just a view from the window of my life, a Bittersweet symphony , a tear and a smile this is my life ..


14 August 2010

Le Cœur Innombrable - Anna de Noailles

Why ?

I always despised the bloggers I thought it's ridiculous to share and to write every little detail relative to the personal life. Everything changed during the past months I felt a need to share what I wrote during my short life experience, I needed something to remind me the person I was during a past life time .
Here we are , This is not an attempt to impress you or to show my " brain muscles " as a friend always liked to say , It's not even a competition it's just a sharing . I hope this support will bare my humble notes and you as a reader I hope that you will see yourself in it.

The writer that doesn't write.