Satutatory Address Elementary

Triptych + "bear my misery" mocking and hostile

With much pleasure I received yesterday, these three works by his friend Daniel. Some time ago I had proposed to publish something, to participate actively in the blog with just the comments (which I addressed in the proposal and that many people still alive in every moment, and everyone who had anything to say is welcome in the Tana). Finally decided to expose some of his work here and I am grateful for that. I leave you any feedback while I'll just transcribe the words that he stole the triptych.

HIGHLY FLAMMABLE!
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Daniela Di Lullo

ALL KNOW THE PRICE OF THE VALUE OF NOTHING!
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Daniela Di Lullo

Jeweller-EAT
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Daniela Di Lullo

Desperate between the chimes of the market
are blind to the burning of my figures
technology we reset
Let me Let me escape
avoid the colors of food
Help me understand the attraction of 'gambling
bear my misery as I hate that others

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"A dream is never just a dream," Stanley Kubrick was fond of repeating. That's why I like the short story sent to me by Gabriel. It 's like a dream and it is not; expresses real feelings and draw fantastic situations. Squaderno multiple dimensions and has between optimism and frustration, between love and hate.
I hope you enjoy reading.

Of course all of you will ever have that feeling of falling on deaf ears when you are on the verge of falling asleep and jump with a start. Here's the other night I happened to not feel the thrill and fell on deaf ears.

not remember how long but it was my very long journey. I crossed several ee types of reality are only now aware that I am awake.

landing was a pleasant and reassuring. And I became aware I was drowning, safe swimming in my sea, that of my beloved land, I felt good and full of energy and water contact on my breast was like a mother's embrace, so that was spontaneous stop in my arms and let me fall again, in a fetal position as if you were in the womb of the sea.

fell down and I let myself be lulled by the current. When I awoke I was in a barren field, similar to those that are hated in my land. As if by instinct, I began to sow in the land greedy, hopeful that there could germinate of new feelings, new illusions.

not remember anything of this adventure in my soul.

In the following days, by a person awake, I pretended that the wind pushed me inside with him the warmth of the sun and heat my sowing while the rain the water of my nostalgia.

But a polar sun does not heat and acid rain corrode. E 'for this reason that from the seed, are born every day mechanical monotony, boredom perennially slippery, fleeting joys, joys abstract and breastfeeding mood swings.

It 's a moon mocking and hostile. But there will be better days.