Where I left my world?
I'm not old, not young.
Just these labels.
's just a barbaric way to understand something. They call classification. Elsewhere taxonomy.
After the labels, it remains concrete.
Where I left my world?
I look around after months of absence and nightmares worst has been achieved.
If I read my first post in the early days of the blog a while I remain puzzled.
The world is fast but without a guide. Do not know where it is going.
And in the confusion, everyone tries to steer his side.
But it is not possible. The life of everyone goes to bond more with the lives of others.
How can you be so short-sighted not to understand?
Or is it logical to believe that since we'll be here for only 70 or 80 laps around the sun (if it's good), everything that's going to do with us?
Things are going so fast that our irresponsibility are turning against us speed major media of the existence of a person.
Maybe Andreotti a Berlusconi a Prodi (that good, I made a level playing field!) Can do disasters caring about what happens tomorrow. If in 10 years the world will be a drain that can trick him who knows that his remaining few years.
Perhaps the novel's Faust Arcore think that you can find a miracle cure that will ensure eternity.
But I fear that when you find face to face with the dark lady with the scythe, will have very few arguments.
Money or no money. Lodo Alfano Alfano or not.
I'm glad to be back here.
Greetings to all.
I missed you
and I always think with your head.
Now more than ever!
I'm not old, not young.
Just these labels.
's just a barbaric way to understand something. They call classification. Elsewhere taxonomy.
After the labels, it remains concrete.
Where I left my world?
I look around after months of absence and nightmares worst has been achieved.
If I read my first post in the early days of the blog a while I remain puzzled.
The world is fast but without a guide. Do not know where it is going.
And in the confusion, everyone tries to steer his side.
But it is not possible. The life of everyone goes to bond more with the lives of others.
How can you be so short-sighted not to understand?
Or is it logical to believe that since we'll be here for only 70 or 80 laps around the sun (if it's good), everything that's going to do with us?
Things are going so fast that our irresponsibility are turning against us speed major media of the existence of a person.
Maybe Andreotti a Berlusconi a Prodi (that good, I made a level playing field!) Can do disasters caring about what happens tomorrow. If in 10 years the world will be a drain that can trick him who knows that his remaining few years.
Perhaps the novel's Faust Arcore think that you can find a miracle cure that will ensure eternity.
But I fear that when you find face to face with the dark lady with the scythe, will have very few arguments.
Money or no money. Lodo Alfano Alfano or not.
I'm glad to be back here.
Greetings to all.
I missed you
and I always think with your head.
Now more than ever!
