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I’ve always been a chronic immature, in the balance between the gears of passing time, a body which inexorable fades and the surrounding environment which judges my movements. Who am I really? What I let shine through and what do I hide? How do other people see me? Who would I be? Dilemmas. In…
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Translated by Emilia Maiella Music, yoga, a book I’d like: everybody has the right of some revelry. If any authority supported this, I would vote him, no matter what. I don’t care about speeches stuffed with new meanings, life flies by too fast. Candyland The joy of living, maybe rationed, should be…
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Praise of tiredness – We are planets outside our orbit. We inhabit sepulchres for living beings where we leave photos that change every so often. We mark dates and reoccurrences, we post epitaphs that someone reads every so often but we also send messages to those who aren’t there and can’t respond,…
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I’m a quiet man. I’d happily stay in my neighbourhood meeting those three or four friends I still have, but this doesn’t mean I’m closed-off, on the contrary, I love to get out of my comfort zone, even if it doesn’t seem. I don’t have a great sense of defensive, and like…
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Epicurus Most people have a job which doesn’t satisfy them, although it allows them to live. So they have to find happiness or accomplishment in other directions. The cost of live-in leads us to live on the brink of serenity and work only serves this. The crush the work produces on the…
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