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Oggi la posta era chiusa per rapina...
Che mondo strano... dove l'allineamento all'ordine costituito sembra ricordare vecchi silenzi imposti dai sistemi fascisti.

Ho visto montagne di rifiuti. Una centrifuga sputava a ciclo continuo carta, carta e ancora carta.Poi, in mezzo alla polvere e le macchine, gli schiavi a smistare gli scarti del sistema e degli incivili.

Le destin c'est bien bizarre...

Tutto è perfetto.

I know you man, you are the one that ILL me.Because if I'm ILL you can sell me some of your chemical drugs.

I'm sad... you don't care because today you are happy.
Still, I will try to remember that sensation of loneliness, to be close to you when it will be your turn to be sad.

As our access to the world as became global, an infinity of possibilities open to us.So now the challenge is to CHOOSE and select inside this millions of possibilities, to avoid multiplication of interest and superficiality.
Sometimes, in this context, I feel like a bottle in the ocean.

rest in peace, light of God...

That's all what we need. Holidays soon comin'.

Nature smells so fresh and perfume our senses with sweet fragrances.
We, and our chemical-industrial-tecnological pollution, stinks.