tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33709568965957990532024-03-19T05:35:48.292+01:00Playing Being HumansZephyrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05891649534586272368noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3370956896595799053.post-21993199615972409312009-09-07T01:53:00.002+02:002009-09-07T01:54:48.617+02:00Sei partita...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrFXwkjaKKtNq6Acz8gUzuvk5nrsrRmHwPoyLVKk-KY3U7CXsp770_paq7MWz_4vS0un_EZibPvoxlN06HVCQTSh5JC5xjpcTWxxmEhot2nmbN7MN0_mekQ7QNKFRtAk6m2KK1YVqv-sc/s1600-h/Imagen+2.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 215px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrFXwkjaKKtNq6Acz8gUzuvk5nrsrRmHwPoyLVKk-KY3U7CXsp770_paq7MWz_4vS0un_EZibPvoxlN06HVCQTSh5JC5xjpcTWxxmEhot2nmbN7MN0_mekQ7QNKFRtAk6m2KK1YVqv-sc/s400/Imagen+2.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378506947514734914" /></a>
<span style="font-weight:bold;">...da poche ore e già mi manchi.</span>Zephyrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05891649534586272368noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3370956896595799053.post-89735678081040565512009-07-11T12:20:00.006+02:002009-07-11T13:38:32.871+02:00song without melodyThe time just put everybody in their places,<br>
but send me far away.<br>
In the other side of the world...<br>
here is nothing I can understand.<br>
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And you scape, and I scape to the south to hibernate,<br>
although I want to stay with cold to warm up with your hugs.<br>
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And I take off and stick to your pores that don't stop crying.<br>
There's no life. There's no dreams...<br>
today they drown near the shore.<br>
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Your footprint get lost with the waves<br>
the world reverses and becomes in an end without begin.<br>
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I can't understand why your hands don't let mines<br>
and why your hands fly taken other hands.<br>
that even know you like be touch lightly with the thumb.<br>
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The time just put everybody in their places,<br>
but send me far away.<br>
In the other side of the world... in the front of this street,<br>
<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">here is nothing I can understand.</span>Zephyrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05891649534586272368noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3370956896595799053.post-88252907519455139402009-07-03T14:05:00.006+02:002009-07-04T21:40:13.077+02:00start again<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMN0o2ZL4TB123NiczK0T-myi-fKC7RBiWIiq7dyDuAuUcKHRcnNOxyvu3WJBngWZ34Bk8RgwIMRE1OA4AaviJ8fviD0d2G7pFKxwun9bAQo7FTVrTL3x2HoDMt3VwqPI7jdZqK9ckXuY/s1600-h/Imagen+3.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMN0o2ZL4TB123NiczK0T-myi-fKC7RBiWIiq7dyDuAuUcKHRcnNOxyvu3WJBngWZ34Bk8RgwIMRE1OA4AaviJ8fviD0d2G7pFKxwun9bAQo7FTVrTL3x2HoDMt3VwqPI7jdZqK9ckXuY/s400/Imagen+3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354212103930308642" border="0" /></a>
<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcmIL3a9CHhncNHUhYrN4e0VMPd5W4fdYFYToof9y_eTYiqogwi8FDva4MLyYHny5VX3noGwaeIU1d6AljLx1hzI7w3Tj_gY2TfzELwon7CUE-CxTMGmyIqIasVitsiji2l4-1k9fZRBk/s1600-h/Imagen+2.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcmIL3a9CHhncNHUhYrN4e0VMPd5W4fdYFYToof9y_eTYiqogwi8FDva4MLyYHny5VX3noGwaeIU1d6AljLx1hzI7w3Tj_gY2TfzELwon7CUE-CxTMGmyIqIasVitsiji2l4-1k9fZRBk/s400/Imagen+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354212078365535922" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKr_1rIOCZvTn67sMYA43nkO08XwMsBX6TfwtqLx7OLgo7JxgOOLPfDHy0UcDwBZFyb5xznZ9s0qlmJ3gtQPEKo4yYU3RFU70AAv4nDfdB5NoxStBPLAoH7keJbmq1Ei-bUzIe66eu9Mc/s1600-h/Imagen+2.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKr_1rIOCZvTn67sMYA43nkO08XwMsBX6TfwtqLx7OLgo7JxgOOLPfDHy0UcDwBZFyb5xznZ9s0qlmJ3gtQPEKo4yYU3RFU70AAv4nDfdB5NoxStBPLAoH7keJbmq1Ei-bUzIe66eu9Mc/s400/Imagen+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354691301448037458" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-size:130%;">Coming back to the city means to take a step back in the way I was making. The city catchs me and make me love it in such a way that </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" >everything I have built to provide my new world is being cracking.<p> </p></span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" >
Coming back means to be trapped in the past</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> and staying means to lose a piece of me in each moment. Milano hasn't dusks like Cotillo, not even has dusks. It's full of humanoids who walk fast and make noise everytime. I can't listen that silence that I like so much and with the one that I can say everything. Here is not the soulmate who with time forgets my past that I deny to leave out.
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She also can say everything with silence although her mind is turning off.</p></span>
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¿No te ha pasado nunca que suceden tantas cosas a tu alrededor que se te rompe el corazón al no poder retenerlas todas?
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</div></div>Zephyrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05891649534586272368noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3370956896595799053.post-12958681256373196022009-06-22T20:47:00.007+02:002009-07-03T14:06:59.425+02:00give me chocolate please!<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >I don't believe in fairy tales but I keep crying with films about love. Please, that somebody jail those damned people who made them and confuse our minds with impossible stories.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><p>
<span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >Fortunately, somebody invented yoga to compensate and chocolate to forget.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></p><p>
<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 12px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Più cioccolato per favore!</span></span>
</span></p></span></span>Zephyrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05891649534586272368noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3370956896595799053.post-44333780646258436862009-06-17T18:15:00.008+02:002009-07-03T14:06:43.490+02:00morphine<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu-bs8I-4ep9QHqqynF_NEql-WDzRHBmVXGnRowQRdP4XzbRMfMbiutM29Cw_m9WlZ88Z6HpXIvgKQfTGe1ITY373jKkdUBVq71JZrkt4l8VBMHTjBPU7d54M12RGb3WI1DNUvCcCt_zo/s1600-h/Visual.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu-bs8I-4ep9QHqqynF_NEql-WDzRHBmVXGnRowQRdP4XzbRMfMbiutM29Cw_m9WlZ88Z6HpXIvgKQfTGe1ITY373jKkdUBVq71JZrkt4l8VBMHTjBPU7d54M12RGb3WI1DNUvCcCt_zo/s400/Visual.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348340316064796866" border="0" /></a>
<div style="text-align: justify;">I can smoke till lose the control of physical reality, going through the lungs to arrive into the heart with a well-aimed knock of polluted smoke.
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I could even going to the place were dreams mixed with weeds are made. That's why I put sand into my pockets, I don't want to go flying with confused words. All you have to do is blowing some air and the balloon will burst and be thrown through.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">I'm not going to die because of cancer today... although some morphine will be great for the soul's damage.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">
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</div>Zephyrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05891649534586272368noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3370956896595799053.post-34086415335776418322009-06-16T10:46:00.001+02:002009-07-03T14:06:31.294+02:00meanwhile, I’ll go in airlift<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 19px;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:14;" ><p><span style="line-height: 26px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">When I was a child, I wanted to be Willy Fog<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 37px;font-size:28;" ></span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="line-height: 26px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 37px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">go around the world in 80 days.</span></span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">And going in a submarine.</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">To run around in a bike,</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">and flying in a hot-air.</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Nobody told me I would need a Visa, </span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">and if I tried to cross the limits in hot-air</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I’ll be shot.</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">That in the world we live</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">it’s impossible to cross the frontiers.</span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">…Meanwhile, I’ll go in airlift…</span></span></p></span>Zephyrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05891649534586272368noreply@blogger.com1