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It was a long time that does not update the blog due to various impegni.Ora that I found time I would like to talk a little bit of the "youth of today" category to which I belong.
(I apologize in advance for any spelling errors, it will revise the text as it will be very long)

start by saying that today's society, more and more cosmopolitan, has meant that young people today are very different them, and has meant that their relationship with the world is very different from what it was for young people of previous generazioni.Lo purpose of this post is to explain something in a comprehensive manner, given the misinformation that is running.
from a point of view that many "adults" have:

-Young people today are considered inept lazy who do not want to do anything.

-Adults are afraid of some femomeni, such as dancing, the so-called "alternative", the role of new technologies like the Internet, that their children use drugs.
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The problems between the current and previous generations are:
1) The fact that "the face of all with the same brush "Since a certain kind of guys can be completely opposite from one another.
2) A serious problem of communication on both sides, on the one hand young people wanting to burn some of the stages often err on the other we sin of pride, believing to be right on everything, regardless. In fact, many kids could teach adults Aigli of things, especially on moral grounds.

That said, it's time to dispel a myth:
The fact that there are lazy young people is undeniable, but there are now, as there were in the past, as well as now, there have been too lazy in the 50s, in 20s, etc etc. Nowadays there are many young people in education, undertake, and have a great culture, many others are in the world of work, or struggle to get in, and this is undeniable, and to me all these young people all look 'anything but lazy!

Well now it s talk of "fears" of adults
The clubs, pubs as well as any other place, is done in order to have fun. The fact that sometimes kids die for fights, or for accidents due to alcohol or drugs, should not be a motive to demonize these places. Because only a small proportion of children behaving in this irresponsible way, and not all wrong as you think. Irresponsible people existed in the past, exist now and there is a future.
There are many young leaders, who are regularly in these premises, adopt a civilized behavior, and moving or with public transport, or by someone sober to drive.

As for the "alternative" or all those guys who take a look, and an original way of life than the majority of young people, once again I bring a famous proverb "Do not judge the Monaco." Yes, just because of implementing a choice out of the choir, these guys are labeled as black sheep, misfits, and sometimes even Satanists. Guilt
general ignorance that causes these fears.
Dressing differently, often flashy, contrary to what we think is a sign of great character, determination, independence, originality. Have personal tastes, music, make life choices outside the box, is a sign of great strength of character and personality, a symptom of being able to think for themselves, all of extremely high quality positive. Listen
a certain type of music, or in black clothes and makeup, does not .. even Satanists sometimes these guys are much more human, good and inclusive of people who declare themselves Christian. Faith and belief have nothing to do with the appearance of the surface. It 's a big mistake to judge by appearances.
same goes for drugs, there has always been people who used them as today, but there are many young people today who are opposed to drug use. Others who favor the use of that law, but with policy and motivated by valid reasons. It must be remembered that this has happened in countries like the Netherlands, is the use of controlled drugs, then there are valid arguments in favor. Instead

Well with regard to new technologies, in particular the internet, it must be said that many people have no idea of \u200b\u200bthe potential for esso.I young, I never heard much from traditional media, which are often subject to complaints . The Internet is a free, and as we try, can never be censored, and this means that gives true freedom of information, in addition to freedom of opinion, on the Internet at all is allowed to say what you want without censorship, and is the only medium that allows young people to express themselves as they wish.
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So I invite all the "adults" to show your maturity now and then, in set aside prejudices and beliefs, and open yourselves to dialogue .. the real one, agreeing to be wrong when you have it.

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Asshole, maybe a thief, but damn good.


Talk envy for those who, after all, it's true or not, that has "borrowed and improved," gave birth to the idea of \u200b\u200bthe millennium. Mark has changed the world and, for as he says, his goal was to share the excitement, experiences, the lives of all with all, or at least with the people you think you love each other. It lives on excesses and someone starts saying that the curve of attention to the social, England, is already beginning to fall, perhaps because sooner or later the need for actual physical contact has won the digital (it was true!) .
What often scares the writer is that most times the word out on the streets of this social seems to be among the top ten in everyday language, tag, post, in private, are now in a vocabulary where terms such as replacing a forword the simplest and ours (you turn it).
The work has suffered, yes, there are schools specialization that warn their students that the profile of the most famous of the social is part of the proceedings under which are then selected to enter the talent in the world of work.
Think about it, the picture that made you sneak your friend, and vomit, the celebration of your graduation can be costly, in some cases.
This is because at the bottom of our profile tells a story, like ours, says of us, is our digital extension, for many this will build a completely different from what actually are, but most often prevails even seriously when you could easily do the exact opposite.
The same story that speaks to us, may relate to this social, so the young thief has thought of a genius really interesting thing though, which is always based on the fact that, at least according to Fb, people go online because I'm interested to headed the other (because of the success as him wrong now?).
Mark, or someone for him, has created an application where there are about 500 stories, and less interesting, the relationship of these people with the social from the blue flag.
A book in which every person has a story.
addition, however, remains the envy of the doubt that anyone who now has eight to ten years, will never have to see how life in the way people saw it before the social, but we could say the same thing for those born when broadband was known as the banana peel. The intent of the blond
enhanced by neurons, at least as he tells it, was good, maybe it's been distorted by those who now makes it a matter of life, social really do not realize that once you close that window, in front of you has a stunning view of the most beautiful stories I found there.
Or is not it?

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You have three minutes to lose?


the street, indoors. With music that fills all space, all the silences that are in a comma, with open eyes, which were actually closed, beautiful bright, because they were first sighted, you know, I told everyone, but you do not I believed it. You, cod, cod fish served with her face up toward the stars, the big issues that will fall on his head, accounts of dreams, you want to collect, put them in one hand, hoping to become as small as fireflies, want to take them home, with cabbage you should come with the donut hole is.
Brake, a wall, do not want, push the pedal, the wind, hair in the wind, a herd of her mind. Were you scared, who cares now. You were convinced of the contrary. Change your mind. You thought perhaps, but on the contrary almost thought the opposite, and you came the bucket of water in my face, good morning, we slept for a long time, even the pillow was in protest.
Splash, a dip, rinse water, wind smashed. But is it true?
I've never been bad. On all this good? Everything for me? All mine? All my
! An open-hand slap
, spam, cheeks red, green light, shoots fast, straight on your way. What are you waiting? The hitch? He does not expect anything, what you do. But it is not dangerous? What is not?
A second, time stands still, heart of the hands.
Bum, a cannon.
Pum, the gun. Swish
ropes Diabolik, the arrows of Robin Hood or cupid.
straight to the target. Relentlessly. You are in the pan.
Fried.
Felice.



good for you (as they say in Rome).


You have just lost three minutes. Maybe.

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It 's a white cotton robe, fatigue . The late hours confuse you and stuns you. Thoughts pile up fast, so fast to escape, and everything is undisputed as a succession of events, too bright to be seized. Close your eyes and abandon you, weak noises are becoming more liquid. Can not you hear the silence and it's good around you, a cradle of peace. Getting ready for sleep. Chasing certain ideas that you hope will take shape, although you, like skewers that fit into small pieces to be cooked over low heat. Would you like to see colors, a lawn, a blue sky crayon, felt the cold crisp air of solitude, the beauty of freedom with no one around. Would you like to think of flying. And close your eyes, think about it, propels you up and take flight. Imagine being a falcon, carefree, whose only concern is hovering well, great, waiting for prey. Slow and soft in the vortex of fatigue, you see yourself flying. Open your arms and above your seat in silence in the dark, you're elsewhere, a pure image of the flight.

paradox, hyperbole, contradictions.

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There is a letter published in a newspaper. He wrote a girl named Simona. He has written to the Minister Gelimini, she, who is re-evaluating our system of education. The letter
screaming, convincingly, and mental alertness. Although, frankly, to our Minister of the Republic just open his mouth to make us get up from under the covers.
The writer's personal experience is that those who suffered from the third grade, in an experimental way (not even a guinea pig very lucky) all existing educational revolutions.
In second grade, the smaller the ego blog, was alerted that the following year, his grandmaster would be three: one Italian, one for mathematics and the third for the rest. When you are wearing a blue apron, you are not careful about certain things, the white ribbon that winds is already perceived as a problem.
Went to high school, the ego blog teenager entered the wonderful world of school loans and debts, not even had a banking group (in this sense, the reform would still soft, its poor ability in Latin, with the old system, forced him to halve holiday, practiced for three years).
joint university, he entered the law faculty of Communication Sciences and was the first hamster formula of three plus two, that base and specialization, one in which, for some chairs, a book of this period was identical to that of the specialist, or one in which, speaking with the professor kindly note that you were doing was frankly unnecessary to address the specialized course if, for half of that, the teacher I told the same things that I'd heard a few years earlier.
I agree with the words that I hope you will want to read here and this post is just a way to make more environmentally but also to say what should be said: Social Network in the film there is a sequence in which the two boys , feeling cheated, run by the dean, we are talking about Harvard.
Once exposed the problem, the principal decision the following words:
" all those that come from Harvard do not have to find a job. have to invent one."
This is indicative of a mentality that shaped robot able university, but builds minds capable.
The problem in this historical moment, in Italy, is whether the university prepares people to work or not.
Personally I find the question completely wrong at the root.
The business world is one thing, the university quite another.
The university is in the mind that builds a system of thought, a clever and useful methodology to reason, think is this, if possible, even a job.
The university is or rather, should be, let me see how far what they have said others may find the limits today, because now, with what I learned, I can carry it forward.
The university is not: I have learned and then I put it into practice, what does the apprentice that hard, learn from the master and puts it into practice. Perhaps, even a monkey could do that well educated. Perhaps
books exist to be overcome. Simona
will complain about the value of a degree in Communication Sciences, here in Italy, is considered zero, and often, as you say, when someone pointed out that the value of "medicine" or "law" was more than she remained silent, big mistake.
I once heard a girl recently graduated "... we know the science of snacks ......" I gave the balls, because if we ourselves believe in what we do, giving it credibility, how can we expect in a country where there are programs like Kalispera (to which even the Prime Minister took part by phone) that they do others?


Anyway, there are some who call it "science of bubbles", while I, as a graduate in clouds, in the minds of others trigger the lust for something which would happily live without.
Poor puppets.

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Sciences Look in my pocket (after reading)


Perhaps more children that of girls. Maybe we can even find a parallel, which is currently not remember it, but it exists, maybe the dolls or the house where the young women enjoy themselves to stage the reality or the future, so, as they see, or imagine it better, as we dream, so, for boys have erections.
Some stay in those great, simple measure, the disabled, from the little holes rather large and easy to assemble, and others, the engineers of the future, pursue a passion that is expressed in many small pieces to fit, to be assembled.
The children also plays in building something, using pieces of different sizes and colors. Joints. They turn things individually unnecessary pasting them and giving them a greater sense, a new life, useful.
Without knowing it, every child is prepared and what you have learned what life will be.
many small pieces that, viewed individually, seem meaningless, but who, with ingenuity, cunning and luck must be given accommodation, a sense, making the picture much clearer.
Here, the buildings are almost like pointillism. Up close, many specks out of order, from afar, a clarity that speaks without being accompanied by words. As simple as it is beautiful.
Small pieces, small circles of color, such as parts of life. The
picole things, then those that are missing, those in which we could not believe is so important to us, those that apparently did not seem to have anything to say, then, in time, backward, become the most important, those that have had to give importance, what we end up cursing, we, the surface, which fooled by the circumference so infinitesimal, we just wanted to touch, smell and breathe through and then visit us to think that experience helped us to never make mistakes. Children play
assembling these pieces, the ones that are given away, and this can not learn then, the small items, will be earned with hard work, respect, and some nice sweat, why even give the small satisfactions larger. They build
children. Children grow up, together with those forms.
Some are straight and stand up pretty strong, standing.
Other, more like the paintings of Dali, born convulsive, dissolve, soft collapse on themselves, ending up in the dark at the bottom of memory. From
as children use the pieces they have, you know how they will behave in their lives, there are those who use only two colors, there are those who take them at random, but those who first distinguishes them by color, size, teeth or more intuitively, some people choose them because they already had something in his head before starting to build, those that, in future, think before you speak, listen, before responding, observe, before judging, those little ones already, if they did not have a clear idea in his head did not play at all or if they tried, they ended up getting bored.
the contrary those who take and spill the box, grabbing and attack, leaving the hard-working hands go, without wondering what they are doing, and judge at the end of the building, growing, sort it out in the street done, glad to be let go , the other thing, computers will never be able to do. About
first divides the pieces, those who think, accuse, from large, others to be just and rational to be guided by instinct, by hiding in a veil of envy that damned incompetence, so disregarded but so much desired and sought, at least once.
The other, the dissolute, will be those who will have the greatest satisfaction, because nothing was expected, because we had not really thought about, and take tremendous slap in the face, dry wall on the nose, for the same reason.
They will never say anything to others, thinkers, because living is one thing and think another, and second, no time.

Both children have in front of their pieces, and growing, their moments of seemingly insignificant individuals, people like to tie or bind.

Once finished the building, came down the road, to which one will make a piece?

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ITEM

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's about one twenty p.m. when the door of a room opens and the light that pierces the darkness comes from outside the room.

There is a boy, on vacation, sleeping for ten hours and it seems it has no intention to terminate the marathon. The stumbling block is who opens the door and whispered in his ear from the request.

"Oi, look who is looking for you on the phone, is a school, but I did not understand what"

Gently, but not too cordless phone is shoved between the pillow and ear.

The soft cheek and dozing is raped without mercy, and even the eyes, unfortunately opened the shutters, leaving room for this new day.

The voice seems to come directly from the chest of an orangutan

"Hello?"

"Hi Cristina are the Item School of Turin, hello, we are happy to contact you to talk about our advanced training course in communication and design. We hoped that she was kind enough to tell us your age in order to immediately begin to submit our courses? How old is she? "

Those words come like a flood into the ears of this poor fool who realizes he has fallen into the trap.

"No, sorry, who?"

"We are the school Item"

"The school?"

"Item. Imola, Teramo, Emma, \u200b\u200bMantova. Item and Higher Education in Turin "

" Ah. Good morning, "

"to her. How old is said to have then? "

" I have not said anything yet. But I did not understand, what are you doing? That is, how can I help you? "

" No, look, we will contact just from high school training in Turin ... .. "She is interrupted

" Item "

" Yes, Item. Because we wanted to put it to the attention of our new training techniques, management and ad layout. She knows the subject? "

" A little. I just ... "He is interrupted.

"This is all the more reason we wanted to present our latest master that allows it to reach a high knowledge of Flah, Indesign, Photoshop, Illustrator, and Autocad. Conscenza which then allow you to practice all forms of communication that are now part of the advertising world, a world exciting and constantly evolving "

The boy swallows a huge laugh. Less politely, not to burst out laughing in the face of the girl.

"Well, yes, look, I actually ..." is interrupted.

"How old are you telling me to have?"

"Twenty-eight"

"Well, we're the same age, I can give of yourself?"

"Do pure "

" So, what's your name? "

" Diego "

" Well Diego. With our courses, the Item, you can certainly enter the world of digital design .. ... "

Diego swallow yet another laugh. Less politely, he manages to keep from laughing.

".... You can improve your layout techniques, so build a professional development faster and, if desired, to shine with your boss ...."

". ... Yes ...."

"I do not know Diego , what do you think? You do you do that? "

" I, indeed, already working in an advertising agency "

" Exactly, think of how much profit you have from our courses ... "

The girl did not know what he is talking about. The girl did not know what they are selling. The girl can not help but read what he has in front of the screen, hope, illusion, that people on the other end of the line yield.

"... Sure .... I'm sure ... But, here are things I'd already done .. Now, in short, do not think I have to investigate in this way ...."
" But look at the world communication is evolving continuously, even refresh their knowledge can be useful ... "
" Yes I understand ... m.. "He is interrupted
" Give me you, Diego ... "
" Ok, no problem. I just say thank you and for me it's okay ...."
"I think we can contact you in the future, perhaps with new offers and new courses?"
"Look I think, even then, I would say the same thing ... "
" Okay Diego, I'm really sorry. I thought the same as your future you care about ... "is interrupted.
" Of course I care about, I'm sorry you mean? "
" ... No, of course, you know, maybe you think that a course in more in the future can make a difference ... "
" Oh, I understand, but I've already made your courses ...."
"Yes, of course, the looks, Diego, with this phone I do not need immediate membership. Probably we will contact you in a few days to think better fartici .."
"But I do not need it ...."
"Always better to have more time to think about it?"
"Even no, excuse me ..."
"Okay, then you again. Thank you. Have a nice day."

Attacks.

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New moms in SUV-stroller

I noticed that the carriages are slowly exaggerated. Perhaps it is the need to have more space for things, perhaps, the importance of competent child, maybe it's just a fashion package. Or has this syndrome SUV that all men and women, not content with more traditional measures but are constantly trying to increase the tonnage (and prowess) of objects deemed essential (Freud).

So, at this rate, to produce the machines for the handling of infants is no longer the grain, but the caterpillar. Strollers bigger and bigger spaces mean ever closer, ever more pressing family and impetuosity.

Scene, example, episode. Mothers slips and everywhere, just like you handle a jeep, pretending to go everywhere first. In library we have narrow lanes, there are cells left and right, and that customers are going, and who stop prevaricating in front of the shelves. Mother-rider, as a sidecar motorcycle of vertical s'intrufola, pushing and shouting until the road is made. Being a new mother firmly believes that the whole world is after her, that everything else has a lower amount. As during the sinking of any titanic (and there are far away). Okay so the reproduction of the species, it's good for the woman than the mother, the love is good for children but here, in this case, there is only one candidate idiocy at work.

Today the new mother was directed to the shelf of books on childcare. Building in the middle of the aisle, clinging to his SUV-stroller, grip the handles as the Red Baron a machine gun. He had already toppled two stacks of books, then picked up by a kind man, he had already hit a guy and pushed away a middle-aged woman, now unequivocally grandmother had already cried and please leave a voice arrogant and making their way to the sound of shots rigid bulkhead of his bandwagon, forcing it to stumble here and there, quiet buyers of books that floated away in small slices of the back covers.

He then confronted me on my knees, I was simply not working and I moved. Obstruction. I would kill him. To tell the truth, I did not hang him that I was passing. So he looked at me full of hate, as if I attack the dignity of his mother, his right of first refusal on anything. Take off, saying his eyes. Can not you see I have to go? Can not you see I have a future, a goal, a goal? Can not you see the result of the advance port?

The boy stared at me like I'm an ogre or a pediatrician. He was on the verge of tears one of those hysterical, minimal and artificial. Fortunately the second half was enough for me, I took standing and I am made of hand. God save the Queen. I have vacated the hall. Go, go, God bless you. The new mother ran off and parked in front of his half cookbooks, then dived into the shelf of Bibles maternity conscious and happy. I do not know what he wanted. Perhaps a good manual to pappa or going to sleep. Something that will teach, in detail, how to become a good and good mother for her child. Gilmore perfect for babies on the SUV.

paradox, hyperbole, contradictions.

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draft of history for children. The boy who wanted the dark.

Martin remembered the dark. It happened one night during a thunderstorm when lightning struck a large electrical substation and his country was immediately plunged into darkness. Suddenly everything was gone. There was no light one. And nothing works. Was not warming, was not television, not turned on the toaster. People roamed around the house with candles and making light from the windows could be seen here and there small lamps pale as ghosts. Around the world was dark. A dark soft like a blanket, a dark blue, with many variations of color. For Martin it was a very strange thing. He had a good look, that darkness, and decided that he liked. A few minutes later, however, had returned to the electric light. The normal life.

Since that day, Martin had wanted to see him, wanted to see the darkness. But Passariano years, and Martin became big, not too large, a child not yet grown man. Each time he remembers that business. Just go there, the electrical room. The big box that contained the light.

So one day he made the decision. One evening, after dinner, she left the house with her father's toolbox. The electrical room was plunged into silence, in an isolated place outside the country and there was nobody around. Martin opened the door and looked around. There were cables everywhere and machinery, levers and buttons. Without losing a moment's time he started to do that for which he came, he cut a thread here, then another there, whites and those blacks, red, blue and orange. Gradually, as they cut out the lights in the country disappeared. He died the church, disappeared the light of the hall, immediately after the whole square became dark. One after another, all the streets became dark. Then came the houses. A condominium here and a building there. As the lights went out one by one, little by little, darkness prevail over light. A few minutes later the whole country was wrapped in the cloak of incredible wonder no glare and no sparks.

Martin left the cabin. You could see the stars and the horizon sky a strange glow. In the distance though. Finally, he thought Martin. Here it is, a wonderful dark. It was enough to accustom your eyes and you could see the nuances. One can distinguish clearly the outlines of things: a tree, the road, the hill with the river behind.

At home, however, people thought it was a very strange thing, because there had been no storm. He complained that there was no light and why was not the television. But then, little by little, someone left the house to see, while others leaned out the windows and looked around.

- How nice! - Said the children - you see many most things!

The sky was a luminous sphere of stars and they could count un'infintà.

Martino, hidden behind a tree, and heard only the best comments and thought he did a nice gift to the entire country.

But shortly after he arrived, a van of the electricity. Dismounted and ran two workers inside the cabin. They began to work in a hurry, and while the cables repaired, the lights came back in the country.

A streetlight, the gas station, the house of the baker, pharmacy, and then workshop dell'Ortolano.

Martino could not do anything about it. His darkness was ending, indeed, had already finished. Once again disappeared into nothingness. Look at those white and yellow lights coming back to flatten forms, things and colors. And at every light he became sadder. In the end it took a few minutes, but the city returned to more normal, and people just went back in their homes. Returned to their chores, watching TV, shaving in the bathroom or kitchen for cooking. No one believed more in the dark, for better or for worse.

only Martin was thinking. He had seen for the second time in his life and for the second time was left speechless. The absolute dark, soft, infinite. The dark with nothing. Without not even a fly light to fly.

And from that moment dreamed that someday he would have discovered a faraway place, beautiful and without lights, where it would stay there in silence to enjoy it in peace. Alone. Whether in the end of the world, he said. Whether it be in Antarctica or in Oceania! Sooner or later I'll go. To review the dark. And so saying he went to his room, closed the window and turned off the light. This time for dreaming.

paradox, hyperbole, contradictions.

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Antonyms

Ok, we try. It is not easy, in different ways. Quite a challenge.
Let's get on the mad bull.
topic: Hate, understood as a noun, Hate, understood in its verb form infinite.

The correct definition is the starting date and resume as a whole (in this post) from the dictionary Treccani (oil, on display at the Macro).
The encyclopedic dictionary par excellence defines this little word so used and abused like that feeling can be felt toward others or toward themselves.
The correct way to describe it is: hate or nurture hatred for someone or something, wishing evil.
For some obscure reason this blog more like the second way to land on the feeling or the fact that they feed him. For some reason, even more evil, we can imagine the hatred like a beautiful plant, with a huge flower, colorful, red, black with lots of tiny yellow dots, murderers.
A lovely plant, carnivorous, whose flower is basically a mouth that opens its petals soft and gives way to mouth vile and poisonous insects eat, eats men, poison dreams.
A flower that captivates, seduces and that calls from the wheat stem, wrap, then use that to tighten up the bone, to strangle, take your breath away, blurred vision and make his own. Moving petals, blown by the wind, giving life to a sweet melody, a call to the ears of poor human beings, or worse, for those who can not think, for those who allow themselves duped, for those who do not do the right questions at the right time, but are the wrong ones at the right time.
Usually, in real life, the fantasies of these silly and useless words never occur, then, these flowers take different forms, and recognize the flowers, hidden, it is not easy at all. We leave
charm and bite, let the poison enters into us, and euphoric and happy, waiting to take its long journey within us, making us believe that nothing, after the dose is so beautiful, so true, so worthy of being followed, well informed and respected.
Inevitably poison, finished his course, leaves us on the ground and the awakening is full of anger, hatred blood cousin.
Scored, we believe that this can pass, and as healthy carriers, we go around the city, bringing even lunch box.
We do not offer it. It is not polite.
hatred works in silence, hidden behind a corner, between the folds of the silk sheets in the drawers of memory, and the syllables in the breeze, the shade of the folds of our brain, how fast synapses, radiates and produces vicious circles, which is repeated like an echo infinite, resounds in the silence, remembering and repeating himself. Thin strip, and scratches and stings and torments never satiate us. Consumes us.
Become a tangible expression in small, lightning, you squeeze your eyes, stomach turns, fists close ready to attack, but liars just try to defend themselves.
There is no cure, there is no salvation, there is no air.
Perhaps envy, disappointment, disillusionment, and never got due respect, that perhaps the doctor would write, but do not know how to leave a proper medicine on that block that keeps on his desk in cherry wood. He, the doctor can do anything, when something measurable, something that he knows, something for which he has studied and knows the symptoms and healing methods, this occurs because the cold all in the same way, it is universal, as a way to send him away.
You can use the recipe, lighten it with a spray to the nose or milk and honey at night before going to sleep, but also the sweetest thing that nothing can anger against acid deposits in the bottom of the stomach.
Bile, damn green is the color of its tip.
You can try to vent, on a lot hanging in the room, on a sheet with a pencil on a white page with the pen, but his fists as the pencil and ink appear to have no end. More peaks, more designs, more writing and less seems to give relief. So you think it's time to stop and think that perhaps the strategy is wrong, perhaps this is not the cure, this is not the way to deal with them.
Try to use your head, you are rational, which often did you come to the aid will tell you something new, different and useful. The plays, in silence, you're in class, with very special teacher and maybe she'll whisper something was already a long time, accompanied, as the support teacher in a new room, one in which rationality is very important. Following the corridor that led you from the belly to the head, now return back, stopping midway and walked to the middle, in that room is called the heart, the generator of dreams, of adventures, love and hate.
Once in front of that door, the brain lets you enter, stay out, as Charon, gray mass that can only accompany you.
Now inside, across the river in that room, in front of your response can understand that the source of that hatred is only the reflection wrong, like the light in the water, its opposite, the ' love, expressed as well.
Amazed, you acknowledge that opposites sometimes in the excess, are adoptive brothers.
Think how many times you say you hate something or someone was the strongest manifestation of its opposite. How many times that "I hate you" thought or drawn with the lash out of the teeth, leaning against something or someone with a forked tongue would rather hide the most beautiful and felt otherwise.

Yeah, it happens.
And in this case we do?