People are talking, screaming, blabbering. S'accanisce against all odds, against itself. Raise shields, each his own. The silence, the culture, beauty, location, faith, work, unemployment. There are those who believe themselves to be well under way, those who cry to heaven whimper that the point is no more. Meanwhile, the old die without treatment, children assimilate harmful substances, become debts for a week from Mr Nice. Maturing, diminishing the economic limit of poverty. People talk about politics, talk a lot about politics, I was there, it's right there, I'll be there. The antidepressant square, the square without a single bomb, the first empty square, then full, then sadly and again empty. The remaining papers, the echoes of the slogan to fill their mouths first, then the bins. Throngs of part-time sweepers with brooms in hand and lips sewn, real protesters the mice. Addicted to the mechanisms invisible beings with voices presumptuous to pretend to give himself against greedy. We used to ask, who are used to hide behind words we do not know all the answers give us really. Someone told me that he obeys the
(fanculopensiero) , he does it, without disappearing, with repetitions as old as the earth, when it would be better, more useful to the research, say that you would like, but you do not have the balls. Someone else tells me he finally reached its equilibrium, compared to what I do not understand, at such a young age to believe that he had reached a static I think of fear, ignorance, narrowness, selfishness, naivete. I do not have more words than I, for myself I have no words. I would dissolve and I do not notice it. The only one who would let me see a psychologist. It 's a moment that I hope will last forever. Not m'indigno not m'illudo, I wonder if not the fact of not being able to defend more. I feel like a sad clown sad. I used to be like everyone else, unintentionally protective of myself even when I was working against.
are now worse.
People are talking, screaming, blabbering. S'accanisce against all odds, against itself. Raise shields, each his own. The silence, the culture, beauty, location, faith, work, unemployment. There are those who believe themselves to be well under way, those who cry to heaven whimper that the point is no more. Meanwhile, the old die without treatment, children assimilate harmful substances, become debts for a week from Mr Nice. Maturing, diminishing the economic limit of poverty. People talk about politics, talk a lot about politics, I was there, it's right there, I'll be there. The antidepressant square, the square without a single bomb, the first empty square, then full, then sadly and again empty. The remaining papers, the echoes of the slogan to fill their mouths first, then the bins. Throngs of part-time sweepers with brooms in hand and lips sewn, real protesters the mice. Addicted to the mechanisms invisible beings with voices presumptuous to pretend to give himself against greedy. We used to ask, who are used to hide behind words we do not know all the answers give us really. Someone told me that he obeys the (fanculopensiero) , he does it, without disappearing, with repetitions as old as the earth, when it would be better, more useful to the research, say that you would like, but you do not have the balls. Someone else tells me he finally reached its equilibrium, compared to what I do not understand, at such a young age to believe that he had reached a static I think of fear, ignorance, narrowness, selfishness, naivete. I do not have more words than I, for myself I have no words. I would dissolve and I do not notice it. The only one who would let me see a psychologist. It 's a moment that I hope will last forever. Not m'indigno not m'illudo, I wonder if not the fact of not being able to defend more. I feel like a sad clown sad. I used to be like everyone else, unintentionally protective of myself even when I was working against. are now worse. 
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