not know whether a caso.Fatto is that in the latter period (which are days, weeks and months) the my blog languish.
of people who read blogs more than those they replace my infotainment and amuse me or make me think things with well-written, intelligent, shared for the most part.
E 'a reading that I miss, I must confess, and never so much as in the latter period.
I too tempting to not write anything.
strong And I mean that every time I open the page of bloggers and I think, fuck it, I close everything and who is seen to be seen. Writing is painful, almost always, almost always get naked and almost always stand in front of something that was better buried in an unspecified part of the unconscious.
Yet it is still stronger than my desire to write.
do not know how and not well understood, but it always happens that after a few bars on a computer screen or a few lines on the moleskine I feel better, to be able to transfer a cumbersome part of myself elsewhere at the moment.
All this to tell you that I still have il privilegio di leggervi tutti/e.
Di qualunque cosa discutiate, politica, pippe mentali, botanica, cucina etnica.
L’importante è sapere che c’è qualcuno da qualche parte che come me “travasa” una parte di se stesso.
Sapere che le gabbie non sono ancora tutte chiuse a chiave, che le persone non sono ancora state completamente mangiate dal resto lavoro/scazzi/ingestibilità dell’esistenza.
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