Here I am ..
It 's a bit that I do not write, I know ...
But I discovered that it is difficult to put on paper words and thoughts futile, useless, when in fact you would have much more to tell, to scream, to split, by rip ...
It so happens that if you can not tell, to scream, to split, to rend ... prefer the silence of characters concatenated to useless gibberish.
And then the pain can not be hidden between the words you write: I believe it sincerely. Because if it occurs, as happened, that between a character and the other, I see the flowing tears that you left in silence, pressing delete, turn off your pc ... and you say that basically you had to write was not as important ...
a beer with friends, a fantastic group of college friends, my new brothers ... all this, while necessary and wonderful, Perhaps that is the output from the silence when, during the silence, you have lost a great love?! I could go on with my funny stories about the adventures of the house, on the muffler or anything else ... but I would have fed the silence and the emptiness that I want and instead I have to face! And because this love so great and so pure that silence is worth anything!!
Today I decided ... ... I break the ice breaks the silence!
will be approaching my birthday ... it will be my birthday has always been close to his second ... so that you can celebrate with you .... because I feel of having to scream HAPPY BIRTHDAY so strong that he can hear me ...
His birthday is Sunday, and we will all be with him, his mind and soul ... in exactly three months since that day ... for the first birthday without kisses and hugs ... but no only with the thoughts and prayers ...
to thank him once again of his love, his peace, his humility and his example is ... with all the love I have, today's cries ...
It 's a bit that I do not write, I know ...
But I discovered that it is difficult to put on paper words and thoughts futile, useless, when in fact you would have much more to tell, to scream, to split, by rip ...
It so happens that if you can not tell, to scream, to split, to rend ... prefer the silence of characters concatenated to useless gibberish.
And then the pain can not be hidden between the words you write: I believe it sincerely. Because if it occurs, as happened, that between a character and the other, I see the flowing tears that you left in silence, pressing delete, turn off your pc ... and you say that basically you had to write was not as important ...
a beer with friends, a fantastic group of college friends, my new brothers ... all this, while necessary and wonderful, Perhaps that is the output from the silence when, during the silence, you have lost a great love?! I could go on with my funny stories about the adventures of the house, on the muffler or anything else ... but I would have fed the silence and the emptiness that I want and instead I have to face! And because this love so great and so pure that silence is worth anything!!
Today I decided ... ... I break the ice breaks the silence!
will be approaching my birthday ... it will be my birthday has always been close to his second ... so that you can celebrate with you .... because I feel of having to scream HAPPY BIRTHDAY so strong that he can hear me ...
His birthday is Sunday, and we will all be with him, his mind and soul ... in exactly three months since that day ... for the first birthday without kisses and hugs ... but no only with the thoughts and prayers ...
to thank him once again of his love, his peace, his humility and his example is ... with all the love I have, today's cries ...
Congratulations grandpa!
I am posting the text of a song by Renato Zero that I've heard hundreds of times without flinching, but ... Today I read it breaks my heart ... In carefully you will find, in bold, all the memories that I never said, everything still hurts and all that we must never forget ...
Feel the rough skin,
very cold in the soul,
makes it difficult for even a tear to fall down.
too much waiting around the corner,
joys that do not belong to you.
This irreconcilable time, playing against us.
Many trips postponed and already
empty suitcases for an eternity ...
That pain that you do not know what it is,
only he will never leave you, oh never!
E 'a shelter that uneasiness,
too much haste in your grow.
miracles are not made anymore,
not anymore.
Do not listen to those dolls
not touch those pills
That nun has a nice character,
we can do with souls.
Forget, forget there are those who casually
a flower on a Sunday and then ... silences. And then ... silences.
Silence ... In the garden that
nobody knows you feel the futility,
no respect and very clean,
is almost madness.
In the garden that no one knows how much life you drag
here, only
ailments, anemia small. We are nothing without
fantasies.
Sorreggili, help,
please do not let them fall.
Slender, fragile,
not deny him a bit 'of your love ...
Men do not shine,
if they are not stars, too.
hands now tremble,
because the wind blows stronger ...
not leave, no, that does not surprise
death.
We are the disabled,
that although sometimes we do not.
In the garden that no one knows very cold in the soul,
makes it difficult for even a tear to fall down.
too much waiting around the corner,
joys that do not belong to you.
This irreconcilable time, playing against us.
Here's how it ends up,
nailed to a window we
spectators melancholy
of impossible happiness ...
Many trips postponed and already
empty suitcases for an eternity ...
That pain that you do not know what it is,
only he will never leave you, oh never!
E 'a shelter that uneasiness,
too much haste in your grow.
miracles are not made anymore,
not anymore.
Do not listen to those dolls
not touch those pills
That nun has a nice character,
we can do with souls.
I'd give my eyes
to see what you see.
energy, cheerfulness,
to tear you still smiles. Tell
yes, always yes,
and succeed in making you fly,
where you want, where you know,
without that weight on my heart.
hide the clouds
that winter and that hurts.
heal your wounds and then
some teeth in order to eat.
And then to see you laugh, and then
see you running again.
Forget, forget there are those who casually
a flower on a Sunday and then ... silences. And then ... silences.
Silence ... In the garden that
nobody knows you feel the futility,
no respect and very clean,
is almost madness.
do not know how it feels to hold,
gather here to defend yourself,
and dress and comb,
whisper and not give up.
In the garden that no one knows how much life you drag
here, only
ailments, anemia small. We are nothing without
fantasies.
Sorreggili, help,
please do not let them fall.
Slender, fragile,
not deny him a bit 'of your love ...
Stars that are now silent, but
give meaning to the sky.
Men do not shine,
if they are not stars, too.
hands now tremble,
because the wind blows stronger ...
not leave, no, that does not surprise
death.
We are the disabled,
that although sometimes we do not.
Forget, some people forget,
absently a flower on a Sunday
and then ... silences. And then ... silenzi.Silenzi ...
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