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Artificial Paradises (pt 2.)

I wrote it with capital letters
but also the voices shouting out words in uppercase or maybe it's just

feast and celebration for me
or is it just in my head.
rationality that makes me short-sighted and my skepticism

face continuing travel along paths that climb
block the mind
clip the wings to each other but deep down

live anarchy!
And who cares.

My biggest flaw is to write,
or better, to write stuff
incomprehensible. But after all, alcohol and party

I have always gone to my head and I write

regardless of my or my lucidity
recent permanent state of drunkenness.

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The balloon flutters around the house

flourish with him

Hot and vomiting

and then again

is the decadence of the XXI century

and somehow

nobody stole my ideas

nor Angiolieri nor Verlaine

no, I'm too full of me

yet strange

as my grammar is in place anyway.

Capiroska drink, rum and Borghetti

do drugs and coffee.

Almost morning

almost another day.

Perhaps this is not necessary.

Maybe I sbronzerò the first day of school.

Maybe someday I'll try to start over.

"I do not understand why should the spiritual man and rational should use artificial means to reach the poetic bliss, as it's enough enthusiasm and willingness to raise it to supernatural existence. The great poets, philosophers, prophets are beings who through pure and free exercise of will to reach a state where they are at once cause and effect, subject and object, iron and magnet. (Barbereau)

"what I think exactly like him." (Baudelaire)

too, since this plays in my favor (speaking in terms of "normality").

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I put your own writing on my tank.
Still riding together like old times my friend!
Wherever you are ...

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Updates

The front brake is now non-existent and, taking advantage of this and the fact that the two bikes in the best condition does not stop not even if you throw n'ancora, Thursday evening will bring me the good brand complete with everything to gold brembo finally have the two front discs.
Safety First.
The kit is around 650 but fortunately for me, Marco puts me half as it is unused for quite a while, with assets of only 200km ... as my financial resources do not allow me this essential spending alas, my boyfriend came to me with a convenient installment payment.
God bless the friends !!!!!!!
Plus I will also bring a spike in carbon, if it is mounted to my taste, not just save the collector since the monster is lower than the others and each hollow, stem, pit, is a drama for me ...

1st update 31/08
I took the pieces, the tip is a show, Count of Monte tonight.
For brakes I'll have to remedy the front stand or unfortunately I have to let me fit, I hope not. However, I
garage two wonderful discs, brembo gold pads, braided hoses and pump right (thus regain my brake lever, new as the one I gave it to me crooked old bastard a few months ago ).
We hope to do it alone so saving a lot of pennies in the workforce.

2nd UPDATE 21/09

The Scallapizzette is now waiting for the mechanic that you find time to fit the two front discs. It does not matter (oh my God, more or less) can do so much when in that condition are the brakes better not take it ...

Meanwhile last week, I put the tip of carbon, adjusted the rear indicators and painted the dome of the lighthouse in dark black.

the 3rd update 23/09

They called, The Scallapizzette is ready and that the mechanic is the bomb!

In less than an hour I'm going to withdraw ...

3 hours of labor (removing old drive, mount double discs, pipes, drain, disassemble the pump right from the handlebar and rifisaggio with further adaptation of this - it is slightly bulkier) + Oil + brake discs nuts tot = 167 €. I definitely wanted them

save pultroppo but get your hands on the brakes and discs is always a delicate thing, and as I always say ... Safety first, then ... money well spent!

Tomorrow morning I will do the photos!

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"Now time will wear and crushes it in every day running seems ironic that penetrate and mocking us look. "

Tonight I thought about this sentence.

Why contemplate the void?

Why I'm thinking.

Why you're sitting in the dark?

Why so you think best.

Why do not you read?

Because the lines I steal ideas.

Why are you here and not there?

Because of there is too hot even for the ghosts of my mind.

Why do not you sling in the bathroom?

Why I can not stand.

Why do not you speak?

Because once in a while I resent myself with 'ste fucking words?

Why do not you answer?

Why I'm drunk.

"And I dress in black because they are beautiful, bad ... and lost."

And I read thrillers because I drink too often to read more.

All I ask is to not take it with us.

If yesterday we were playing with dolls

today and we smoke and drink rum

is just the fault of time.

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Life is like riding a bike ...

... no one knows how much petrol fate has placed in our tank ... Some are born with the full and who unwittingly comes into the world already in reserve ... but you have full or a few drops of gasoline does not matter, the important thing is to go to the last drop massino !!!!!
(Walter Villa)

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"Makes no sense to stay"
There is no reason to stay, more or less

I suggested Mark Lanegan

or maybe I just misunderstood.

How many ants

that

rush to get food

we rush to get some money.

And I'd love to be able to be more than this,

but the everyday me crushes

and imprisons my feelings

so flat

a practical example of asynchronous communication

is my recurring nightmare.

Yet most people know

more I tell myself that there is a need to stay

and try in vain to convince myself

why remain in the world

not just "write"

but is also "communicate".

Communicate unscrupulous

and without the need to hear anything important.

Communicate to hear words

the most sublime form of art known.

And unknown to most

while communicating ... and forget what you're saying.

without feeling the need to affirm life at all costs

without overdoing

let go of what is

(and maybe now I am convinced that things happen by chance).

Drowning in the words

without feeling the need to emerge to breathe filth and hypocrisy.

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To you, my friend!

It is said that every time we go riding our horses with us rise up angels and devils as well ...

is true ...

represent this duality that makes this way of life so full of emotions that sometimes the heart seems to want to jump out of the chest and screaming into a run ... ...

the little devils that run lso in an irrational and violent at times so that the sketch of adrenaline you get straight to the brain without going away from letting the tremors for long endless minutes ... that makes you bend that just enough to be turned into white hands and become one with our passion ... our life ...

much to think of it touched the limit of mantle that have shaken with our step shaving ...

And angels bearing the face and voice of is no longer with us ... our love ... our fears

and experiences built on our broken bones ...

Angels that you caress the wrist back to color and let go of the throttle just enough to enjoy without annoying that cloak that until a second ago we ripped screaming for the blast to see if it really is beautiful and sensuous mythological creature that perpetually hidden by the shadow of fear ...

Then there are the weekend in some way country lost in the mountains ... sitting on a wall with a cigarette that slowly consumes the corner of the lips ...

staring with the horizon and a hand unconsciously follows the sinuous lines of the tank or the subsidiary dome ... as colorful butterflies ...

harnessed as knights of old ... alone or in dazzling fashion show of sparks and reflections with the greeting

always ready even if you've never seen crossings and never see her again the ...

running .. But you die ... it is true ...

happens, but what other life is capable of giving us this passion?

These guys wonderful to hug and kiss as our children

Immersed in those leather suits, with their tattoos, with their brightly colored helmets, all real tough!

People that road never lowers his gaze

But try to raise their visors Martian dark eyes and you will find beautiful, clean, swollen with real tears that you can drown and get to the bottom of their soul to see how candid.

eyes that only youth can have more healthy. then try to take away those suits and you will find

inside children love of life, the incursions, weekends with steaks and sausages, but still much in need of a father or a mother to take them by the hand when fate begins to play so hard ...

Talk to each of us ... and ask them what would be if he should ever give up

this passion ... and get ready to hear the scream of silence ... and seeing that look of a kid becoming the look of a sailor forced to live on land with a view to the sea ...

of a pilot who looks at the sky anchored to the ground ...

Already ... dies in motorcycle ... but now you think we can understand?

I do not think ... not yet ...

then asked permission to bring a gathering at a picnic ... bathe in the pouring rain that

penetrates down to their underwear ... you enter in the bones ... you let the cold sting up to

tears ... you try to let the sun melt while wearing the inevitable technical jacket ...

Or just try to ask to stop burned so, for no apparent reason for the road you approach the edge of surprise to many (drivers) do not deign to look and how many (bikers) will stop to offer help, companionship , a simple step to nearest distributor even though it is located several miles or to a place in your garage for the bike and a hot meal for you while you wait for help ...

... Do so and then, only then you will come to touch the essence of being

Motorcyclist dies in motion, it is true ... but there is no better way to live as long as we are allowed ... and if

still do not understand it well '... forget it, you'll never understand.

But if tomorrow when you go to the beach with your family automobile correct were to occur one of us and you could see your child suddenly turning around to greet Tugging give up like crazy even to understand him ... In his unconsciousness he sees in us that spark that you have not been able to see ... and if you see the Biker rich hange the greeting ... be '... there is nothing strange you know?

Between Angels on earth we always salute ... but this, who lost their wings, can not remember ...

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Tonight I watched those strange people and I told myself that I want to be among them - and I can not hide that he felt a shiver.

had been so long since he ran so fast

and cold

and revealing behind my back. Meanwhile, those looking
unknown
and I thought that I do not want to remain such.
If so I'd never known.
I want to be like the fucking
of people in the subway in London. I wish they played music
far as the bum in the subway
London.
I would look like gays holding hands in the subway
London.
people away in a distant place.
And cold. Instead we are here

I
their

the heat and their fucking notes. I

Too close and the little man with a pencil under the eyes
but this short distance does not give way to words yet.
This time, the middle way will not suffice.

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Down the road is a filthy cat

I know

is a good person

looking at me sideways

and that would kill me

if it means my

who disassembles my ego

each time step

that devour my body

a bit 'to hate a bit' hunger for

that would cool for a bit 'of humanity.

hates me

Because he knows I feel what he feels

and others can not hear it.

E 'veto of a sophisticated nature.

E 'stuff for cats.

O is likely

is all a hallucination.

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I now

I

hypothetically

undress and engage in water

anchored to rocks

but too many holes blacks look to the sea

and carefully hide their respectability

how I hide my imprisonment

and I turn around again between the bars of their eyes.

We will never be truly free until we are all so similar because freedom is the courage of diversity.