Crap, new year

Ok, this is true. 2010 is ending now and everyone starts to say the same old things as they have said all those years left behind.

But, the truth also is: we feel comfortable to say these things (that may sound silly) only in this moment. Because it is the only one which makes you think about... frustrations? Maybe. On the other hand we are alive and there is something hidden in a deep black hole inside that can make possible just smile and be happy due to an accomplishment.

Happy 2011, although we know we have loads of obstacles looking forward.

there's always an option, isn't there?

Through the darkness... you see the stars.

Hello people worldwide. It is a brand new day and it is still dark here. In the last few days, some specific things have been bothering me a little. Actually, not so specific things. I don't know why I feel so uncomfortable maybe it is what the narrator of Notes from Underground called the excess of consciousness that men go through sometimes. In some cases, I wish I could live my life without thinking so much about what I should be, where I should be now, doing this or that. The subject is always the same, right?

The fact is I'm trying (I don't remember since when) to stop suffering for foolish things. I won't hurt myself with troubles that are not mine. Few years ago, maybe three years, whatever, I heard some good words (I won't mention here where) that made me feel really better about my life. But now, it is like a disease. It comes and goes. I can't say I'm unhappy now... it would be stupid!

The only thing that matters is to keep a place for the real self. The real you. If this is the only space I've found to do this... great. It is what it is. My attic.

You should come over!

As Neil Young says... "time is running out, let's roll!"

:)

Fantastique

Atmosphere.

Skin.

Breathing.

Heart beating.

Magic.

Cat Power.

pic by mahhh

To love is to take care and to be patient.

Sometimes, you're the only one who really cares and need to be patient. Otherwise, there's no way to bear the load of being so alone.

Back to the clock's slavery

The university holidays are over. I'm really sad about that... I know, last year I was willing to attend the classes as soon as I could. But this year...it was different. We almost didn't have time to enjoy our free time. Everything is coming back. Papers, presentations, classes, texts. I don't know why am I living and this question bores me to death. I don't know if literally (I hope NEVER literally at all) but I can't stand my concerns about society. Every single morning I stare at people at the bus stop, the street and what I see, I definetely don't like it.

I see I'm doing something I love: to study, to extend my literature and english knowledge but for what? I'm going to die someday, right? Sad, it is sad to think about this. For this specific reason I guess that people must keep a little bit of faith. I've lost mine a long time ago. I don't know how to feel friendship, sometimes I feel so distant from people that are with me everyday. I only trust few people, maybe I only trust me because what I feel it's real, there's no illusion in what I think and what I'm doing.

I don't know what this is about at all.