this is a subject that, for some reasons, still stings my right side. i believe we can admit that, after the big black-out - and almost for the last two years - i slow down. it bother me to state - as, still after so much time, i would never score a point for her, in any case - but, at the end, it strongly helped me. and maybe it has been only a coincidence. to slow down and close some doors or open some others it has been a blessing. to slow down, mostly. it was strange to do, but necessary. well, ok, i'm always hurrying to jam everything in the best possible way, but i have also some good rests. to be able to read the newspaper, to live sundays, relax and play on the seaside, enjoy a good evening with someone special, watch a movie in peace, be able to choose to stay at home. this is luxury, besides to have time: to be able to say no, without hurting. therefore, i can do it because there is abundance. because there are the right persons. before it was different. not wrong, but simply different. i was also younger, hu!? i've never wanted to be one of those who tears life and others to pieces, but i surely had a different attitude, before, in facing events. may we talk of easy enthusiasm? quite the opposite, i can say that, after all, i've alvays been a late-blooming guy. and i prefere to aim to quality. this is a big responsability, believe me, as it means to work hard. but here we are. sometimes i've felt like i've slown down too much. so much that, in comparison to others, i look like to be still, motionless. i don't think that to slow down mean to stop. i try and not do it, also if, at times my movements are so slow that they are perceptible only to most careful hearts. in the same way, i'm firmly sure that to live is not the same of to survive. now, this is the new purpose.
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6 commenti:
1. protesta.
1. invidia
1. bellezza
quale vuoi per prima?
la tré..?!?!
:-)
Io non amo la gente perfetta, quelli che non sono mai caduti, non hanno inciampato. A loro non si è svelata la bellezza della vita. (Boris Pasternak)
la cosa bella: mi piace come scrivi, caromio, hai un bel tocco, bello davvero. veloce e croccante. e poi cavolo (e qui l'invidia) come sai farci star bene i tuoi pensieri dentro l'inglese.che musica e fluidità! anche se (e qui la protesta) mi sa che qc mi sfugge.
(altra protesta: il tuo skippe è una skiappa, non fa apparire i miei messaggi)
ah, se ti va, mi fai uno squillo quando esci dal lavoro che facciamo due chiacchere menter torni? se non hai soldini nel cell ti chiamo io.
In the Shuffling madess
of the locomotive breath,
runs the all time loser,
headlong to his death.
He feels the piston scraping
steam breaking on his brow
old Charlie stole the handle and the
train won't stop going
no way to slow down. (Locomotive Breath - Jethro Tull)
Delle volte è difficile rallentare... credimi... ci sto disperatamente provando!!!
thank you mates.
@ zoe: thank you. you are always a strong sponsor!
@ noise: oh, yes, nothing is easy,... isn't it? i'm sure you will get it. (i'm here, man)
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