Friday, February 12, 2010

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Villa Serena ..



Yesterday I went for the first time at this clinic, called Villa Serena, four floors in perfect order and rigorous cleaning, the first impression was that of being in a hotel, red doors and floor polished, nothing written under the name of the giant department or threatening "operating room" .. it all seemed too quiet.
F made a little speech, something disturbing and nothing serious, fortunately, in the room with him was another boy, thirty years more or less', unshaven, feet and big hands (a mason) .. was ricorverato for inguinal hernia, I was smiling even though she was often tired and indolonzito.
This morning I went back, asked me to bring him breakfast, before leaving she thanked me smile (he had a great desire to quit), it is strange how sometimes you take a tune and a liking for a stranger. [Good guarigone]

The doctor who examined me looked like a cross between Count Dracula and Vincenzo Salemme, assured me that it's nothing serious, come in the evening and leave the morning after a fast I palpated shaking hands (that he does not have faith annoying during an operation?), had a scar under the left eye (it will have done at some odds with the patient?), I think I trust.
.. and next month it's up to me to stay in the Villa Serena.

Thursday, February 11, 2010

Magic Carpet Christmas Ornaments

Fear does not exist ...

often want to have a pair of wings

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Why Do I Have Long Gooey Strings In My Eyes

unconsciousness.

I often wonder if I wasted twenty-four years of my life to trivialize the concept of the future .. there are nights when the prevailing side in me 'repressed childhood, then to manifest foolish whims of parents who can not understand my concern .. I live in a world of gray and blue where my virtual open spaces

sull'universo delle possibilità impossibili..a volte penso dove sarei adesso se ieri avessi scelto davvero le mie volontà, sono ripiegato sulla mia esistenza plasmata dalle circostanze di un posto di merda, dove se non hai un nome non sei nessuno..allora ti chiudi a chiave nella tua stanza e sfoghi i tuoi desideri, le tue voglie nascoste difronte ad un perfetto sconosciuto che ti dedica una canzone e vorrebbe scoparti ancora..ti vergogni da morire ma va bene lo stesso, tutto è un gioco nei pomeriggi di pioggia..quando la sera è tutto fermo e ti risvegli alla stessa ora dimenticando quello che hai sognato.

E sono ancora qui, immobile per troppo tempo