Thursday, November 22, 2007

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vanitas


here are completely unproductive in a Florence that hides his gold like a miser. Not working on my PhD thesis and the school where I teach I think the army Brancaleone.
I feel deeply unresolved, it seems that sitting on an unknown shore, the sea ports expect something.
But the sea does not bring anything. Sometimes I only sleep. Sleep is like all the friends he leaves you when there is really need.
I do not want to give an explanation to all this: misunderstanding, and Freud, and gays who are fierce
... All this talk is futile, Hevel hevalym him as a great depression of unknown time: Qoheleth.
It would take something decisive, like love. But love was made for people like Ilaria, who deserve it and are fine. There are only four persons who devote their lives: the bartender, the Hebraist, a bookstore and saw a visa at an intersection. The night before falling asleep, I try to think, under review, the many difficulties that I would in a stable relationship with one of them. The solution is to eat small everyday joys, we know ... But
auget scientiam auget quis et dolorem , to borrow the words of that depressed above translated by Jerome in some time.

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