should stop sublimating everything from solid to gas, from concrete to 'abstract ...
I do advice I would give to a friend in order to limit the damage. On the bend I say the ax to be, you're young ... let's have a coffee, laugh. I follow, knowing that sooner or later will not do, and that is not madness but lucid. Maybe I should attend to the irrational and give me more coffee at the bar. A state of transition fluid. Maybe give me the same habit of writing, to light a cigarette and between each other. And it is already done.
I'm not afraid of death, but to forget, and basically want to do. Even the cameras have an on / off. But to me are looking for, I laughed at the super-ego, and being a self-deprecating type now tells me all night while playing cards. I can not say sleep seriously, mostly listening without prejudice. As for him, is a kind and honest with no shame, no coffin, and often gives me the win. Sometimes I watch her alone, and I just read the figures. No rest
awareness in this REC, sometimes I forget to choose bright, to make room on the tape while waiting for a particular exchange.
All these images that run through my mind ... what can I say this is my ... When you turn a head, raises an eyebrow, moving a hand. What is all this information ... Knowing how to recognize a lie, understanding tone of voice, an emotional state that was mine, learn to recognize the man. Understand yes. Love things as they are, good and bad, looks like simply to record. The way then invent a way to make my sweet task, the flow of rock, marveling at what I know. Yet rest a camera that rebels, seeking a way to escape from its building plan. I see the world upside down and negative, to resist the standardization, to touch the bottom of things before the mirror of the mind overturn. The light is black that is imprinted in the film. With closed eyes the darkness is made of transparent sheets, do not impress the conscience. And 'the silence of space before undergoing the imagination of all possible worlds.
E 'that some day my feet do not make noise, do not even feel the resistance of the ground beneath their feet. My steps are a feeling of emptiness in a world unreal. Be it so on, ironically, even easy. It 's a strange optimism, without purpose.
ice and air. Not I can move me. I do not think is most important.
The mountain is basically a scenario that I can not reach with one hand, and I am conscious that, arrived at the foot will touch a different picture already. Tap a stone at a time. Climb to the summit. Breathe in the landscape. The effort to move in the vicinity of the web without the spider, sometimes I feel useless as a necklace.
So I think that everything is an illusion, that I could keep that landscape in hand, only compassion. I will finish as Nietzche to embrace a horse, and yes, I think I'm crazy, but this will have a relative weight. Near field of action. The ephemeral is done around me. I also have a date expiration, but I'm interested in discovering the meaning of those serial numbers that I have not yet deciphered. The symbol of myself.
memory is lost as the trail of a comet, a tail broken, wonderful, the inevitable evidence of movement in the sky. The art seems to be the last way that I have to save the immensity of life, create a sense where there is not yet, fill in the gaps in the plot. I would speak with Shakespeare, but I can only listen to one of his sonnet. him that art was an instrument of eternizzazione for survival over time of a human message, which contained the memory of the other as a resource for an extra hard drive. We start from different presupposition. The goal is not the memory, also because it has no expiry date, even if thousands of years, has it.
For me, art is a way to survive on my immortality.
right, survive immortality. Something mentally unsustainable.
to move me I just look at my cat to sleep and now, from ice to water vapor, I recognize my cat a symbol similar to mine.
Behind all the transition states: H2O, the son of two elements, the web of possible ties decided by a family constellation. Physics and mind are united. Closing my eyes I recreate the image of the Pleiades, Beauty as the Platonic idea, the harmony of Fibonacci, the relation between the elements. What was that sequence if the pattern of reproduction . (Even the names back to talk in more ways). With this sequence we had counted the rabbits, not at all.
information, pictures and playback.
And I do a show, circus daughter of 'illusion.
E 'endoterismo.Perchè belief in the mind without prejudice, and that if my mind I see the three teeth of a fork declared geometrically impossible, because it is in some way already. Possible.
It was conceived and designed by a man. Une vision, just as the geometries that surround us, we are most willing to believe.
I do advice I would give to a friend in order to limit the damage. On the bend I say the ax to be, you're young ... let's have a coffee, laugh. I follow, knowing that sooner or later will not do, and that is not madness but lucid. Maybe I should attend to the irrational and give me more coffee at the bar. A state of transition fluid. Maybe give me the same habit of writing, to light a cigarette and between each other. And it is already done.
I'm not afraid of death, but to forget, and basically want to do. Even the cameras have an on / off. But to me are looking for, I laughed at the super-ego, and being a self-deprecating type now tells me all night while playing cards. I can not say sleep seriously, mostly listening without prejudice. As for him, is a kind and honest with no shame, no coffin, and often gives me the win. Sometimes I watch her alone, and I just read the figures. No rest
awareness in this REC, sometimes I forget to choose bright, to make room on the tape while waiting for a particular exchange.
All these images that run through my mind ... what can I say this is my ... When you turn a head, raises an eyebrow, moving a hand. What is all this information ... Knowing how to recognize a lie, understanding tone of voice, an emotional state that was mine, learn to recognize the man. Understand yes. Love things as they are, good and bad, looks like simply to record. The way then invent a way to make my sweet task, the flow of rock, marveling at what I know. Yet rest a camera that rebels, seeking a way to escape from its building plan. I see the world upside down and negative, to resist the standardization, to touch the bottom of things before the mirror of the mind overturn. The light is black that is imprinted in the film. With closed eyes the darkness is made of transparent sheets, do not impress the conscience. And 'the silence of space before undergoing the imagination of all possible worlds.
E 'that some day my feet do not make noise, do not even feel the resistance of the ground beneath their feet. My steps are a feeling of emptiness in a world unreal. Be it so on, ironically, even easy. It 's a strange optimism, without purpose.
ice and air. Not I can move me. I do not think is most important.
The mountain is basically a scenario that I can not reach with one hand, and I am conscious that, arrived at the foot will touch a different picture already. Tap a stone at a time. Climb to the summit. Breathe in the landscape. The effort to move in the vicinity of the web without the spider, sometimes I feel useless as a necklace.
So I think that everything is an illusion, that I could keep that landscape in hand, only compassion. I will finish as Nietzche to embrace a horse, and yes, I think I'm crazy, but this will have a relative weight. Near field of action. The ephemeral is done around me. I also have a date expiration, but I'm interested in discovering the meaning of those serial numbers that I have not yet deciphered. The symbol of myself.
memory is lost as the trail of a comet, a tail broken, wonderful, the inevitable evidence of movement in the sky. The art seems to be the last way that I have to save the immensity of life, create a sense where there is not yet, fill in the gaps in the plot. I would speak with Shakespeare, but I can only listen to one of his sonnet. him that art was an instrument of eternizzazione for survival over time of a human message, which contained the memory of the other as a resource for an extra hard drive. We start from different presupposition. The goal is not the memory, also because it has no expiry date, even if thousands of years, has it.
For me, art is a way to survive on my immortality.
right, survive immortality. Something mentally unsustainable.
to move me I just look at my cat to sleep and now, from ice to water vapor, I recognize my cat a symbol similar to mine.
Behind all the transition states: H2O, the son of two elements, the web of possible ties decided by a family constellation. Physics and mind are united. Closing my eyes I recreate the image of the Pleiades, Beauty as the Platonic idea, the harmony of Fibonacci, the relation between the elements. What was that sequence if the pattern of reproduction . (Even the names back to talk in more ways). With this sequence we had counted the rabbits, not at all.
information, pictures and playback.
And I do a show, circus daughter of 'illusion.
E 'endoterismo.Perchè belief in the mind without prejudice, and that if my mind I see the three teeth of a fork declared geometrically impossible, because it is in some way already. Possible.
It was conceived and designed by a man. Une vision, just as the geometries that surround us, we are most willing to believe.
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