There once was a boy. He believed that everything had been born to be destroyed. He knows now that everything is born to live and finish, but nothing lives for nothing. Everything has a reason, a meaning. There is no life without that there is no motivation to create it. Years go by and it seems that everything is going to result in yet frenzy of disappointment. But who knows ... who knows ... who knows .... if you manage to love those who want to love. I wonder if I can touch those hands, providing warmth and receiving the same, when ever lived and never received. How many disappointments arise in the mind, but not to be won. Do not stop believing they can have hope. Do not die with the rest of the world, plans to live. Live the rest of life. Does not intend to give up or take things as if they were a game, even if mad or foolish or even if he says that life is a game for him is exactly the reverse, as if it were a lie to tell the truth and to deceive those who do not really want to understand. This guy is going to avoid the evil that lies behind the illusion, want disillusioned, and it also needs to speak, and speak words but he needs to tell the people you need to say. He knows that all he will say or it could be said is a constant failure indissoluble and that the weather plays its part in constantly and indeterminable but also knows that the success as in failure, there is no real certainty directional there is always a bit of that fortune to be jousting with opportunities, even if they are random or constructed. .... This guy is putting the soul, heart, all of himself ..... every single piece of his life and his meat. He suffers every day and every night .... but try to remain silent. But the silence is being corrupted by the sight degl'occhi.
Night ....... ......... eyes close yourselves into a stupor and forget for a few days to exist in a whirlwind of suffering!
