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And here we are again, readers and internettari internett!

long pause in the wake of a new year on this blog starting today, the evening of February 17.
shooting the same things, here we are with a new string of months at our disposal to explore the culture, cinema, literature, and in general all those little things that make sound and real life!

few lines just to remove some 'rust: optimism and energy, two words that are the masters in these first two months. Words following the shipment of my new stories to two literary contests. Other small blocks on the long journey towards the dream, small crumbs that give flavor to the unforgettable and dull gray days this winter that will not let go. But today it was raining, so the spring begins to get its first quarter of an hour in 2010.

"It can not rain forever" The Raven

What I / we wait again? Satisfaction? Disappointments?
Surely one more year, which will be our job to make it better or worse than the previous one with our choices and our decisions. Putting in mind that life is not sold in contracts, but you can buy in a single package without refund.

lots of music and lots of imagination, here's how I want to inaugurate a new round of post, letters, drafts and discarded twisted schemes, with the hope of finding people and brains determined to compromise and questioning in the name of knowledge and discovery of ourselves and the world.

Meanwhile, we recover the old habits and dusting off a piece of metal to renew the air, then riff on the part back to write our story ...



Stay metal, stay heavy!

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An update on the situation, a proverb and a poem

Here I am, it's a lot of time not updating this blog.

Meanwhile things go on, more or less well, not that I complain (as they sang the Giants "is not for the money that I lament," etc..) Avantiobiettivamente but things could be better than that.

of good things there are, there always are, for example. I have published two other poems on a site I thought was closed (they are available in hand, in the "web publishing"), I have three of my poems in three anthologies of poetry, we shot the pilot episode of a TV show that I helped write I met people who define "interesting" is an understatement. Yet there is always

restlessness background, like a thorn stuck somewhere but that is not a plug, is a widespread pain. Something is wrong.

A friend is a strong advocate of the saying "Happiness is not having what you want, but wanting what you have." I would not call "happiness," the call "content". Or

"bullshit", depending on the mood. I can not

starmene of what I have, of what there is, I would not have reason to get up the next morning. What I need is something to try, to chase, or at least miss them.

Maybe the road I took is not the best one to be happy, but it sure is the only that makes me think that some sense in all this, although maybe I'll never find it, must necessarily be.

And this is enough for me.

Indeed not.

Insolvency

Our love is never paid a bill.

And when those came

clothes at night to seize the heart,

in our house they found me there alone.

You are what have been taken,

what they found: a few photos

a couple of scratched disks so that now no longer feel

your own design and the handful of self-love

still kept in a drawer

in case it might serve. You know that I can not

throw anything.

And you do not want

if you left me in the hands of these people with a smile the whole serious

that accounts for the weight of a kiss.

Although they threw the air all the memories

looking for a trace of you in your closets

a hair on my jacket

or a thread of affection on the nightstand.

What matters is that at least you're clean output.