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Bora tears

have a maximum of twenty-three.
On the surface, are delicate.
faces clean shaven.
bodies have not yet smashed by life. Wrinkled
wrinkles.
But I am already old. Veterans
anticipated. Well before
to become adults.
I feel sorry for them.
toghether from the same fate.
At least for now.
we can bear?
They grew up on bread and grunge.
They embodied the way down.
musicians alike.
are not public. Today they play at
Gaudio. A local
arch along the path of victory.
In a new stable.
It too premature aging.
Within a few months.
On the front of the fresh paint transparent windows are wide open in unoccupied rooms.
Gaudio, victory gibberish names.
paradoxical.
unlikely.
Not many.
there were already missing.
close ranks remains a small handful of disperarati.
Tommy, of. Cora., Nth slap in the face of life has tried to dissolve the bone. He was already in
apnea.
could not breathe the air was suffocating.
The crackdown after refusing food was poisoned. At
to disappear almost completely.
stand on the face only his eyes bulging.
communicate disbelief, crowding the inhumanity experienced.
health they have been damaged a lot. The voice
residual leakage from the lungs no longer used to accommodate the air can not scream like a time.
After a short cough to anoxia prevails.
His body is fragile inconsistent. Despite everything has kept
irony.
The desire to look around. Of
scerzare with his friends. Before them was
Checco.
A solo debut. After the experience of
Solindo.
His group always.
Unable to reflect the rays of the sun again.
started singing accompanied by acoustic guitar. Strophe
grunge songwriting deeply intertwined. The technique is exquisitely
.
voice inspired beyond measure. As
script. It helps
Ste.
drummer. Cora.
attends yet another survivor from shipwreck.
Sitting next to him holding up the lyrics.
Volta pages at the right time.
follows the words with your finger. As a mother affectionate
with the infant.
After so much sacrifice, we can only support each other.
Exhibiting a deep love.
subversive.
irreducible.
The only way to rebel against life.
Continue to love each other.
Unarmed.
Without identifying with the perpetrator. To not accept
ruthless rules, absurd.
Try instead to play more.
interfering. To conceal
, suspend, circumvent any perverse logic.
They understood the essential.
I have nothing to teach them.
An essential lesson of life. Checco
ends the first part.
It looks to friends.
play with the identity of his old comrades in pursuit of escaping from the sirens. At
second piece will break the rope.
calmly playing until the end of broken harmonies.
Tommy passes the electric guitar.
The sound is clean, without distortion.
He knows how to calibrate it.
are known for a lifetime.
Since children had started to play.
not duplicate the usual light-hearted songs.
They had done a run with a Twist.
Of Korn.
Forty seconds of foaming at the mouth of a wounded animal to death, lost.
They are on the Fan.
the night.
To play along with the Alice in Chains, Pearl Jam, Nirvana and more.
with their girls.
filled with vodka.
Hidden behind the scenes of the natural park in theater greek.
There was also a plaque dedicated to the most metaphysical of Italian writers of the twentieth century.
Calvino.
had known them there.
One summer evening alone.
In the space limit.
After chasing their sound echoes. Meanwhile
Checco replaced the electric guitar with Tommy stops.
seems to want to leave.
No boys.
Just take more time. Ring
you.
leave room for. Cora.
That's fine.
sustained by his friends he completed two more pieces.
Then he suspends permanently.
makes room for others.
escape.
Sub.
throughout the room, the tone is subdued.
None leaves infected by the excess. Although
Saturday.
One consolation than drinking with the house wine. Del
good Verdicchio.
Offered at only sixty cents a glass. A small
manna from heaven ...
No. .. If anything
by those who already do not wan to take care of your next stops.
In these dark times.

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There are days when the air is sharper than usual.
happens especially in the changes of season.
When the weather is variable.
moved by the wind at high altitude sudden the clouds move.
Sometimes it can rain.
not last long.
The sun comes and goes.
Rays still have the power to warm the earth.
You are not evil.
Light has an unusual hue.
There is no more the heat, the heat, the summer humidity.
The edges are crisp.
The bright colors.
spaces widen dramatically.
For a moment it can happen to falter.
The vacuum can not resist.
is saturated by the sounds.
Everything becomes audible.
The sound of a fountain of water away. The
abbajare of a dog.
voices reverberated people.
from all directions overlap frantic. Without
soprapporsi.
clearly distinguishes them.
one by one. The most distant
come down with an echo.
not seem human.
evoke something of a specter, of disturbing.
A scream is prolonged indefinitely.
stretches dramatically. To invalidate
imploded in on itself.
slowly consumes all shades descendants.
Until the threshold of hearing. For
density tagging along.
not shaking anymore.
also staying away from the traffic, we recognize the dull hiss of the car. The vibrato
low, penetrating the bus comes right into the belly.
If you walk down the street and nothing changes.
There are the voices of passers-by.
smiles.
lines.
The metallic sound of ringtones.
heels echoing on the pavement.
If it is rewound.
There is no room, where it is safe.
Inside it is lost. A legion
chaotic, fragmented takes over.
We would like to find some 'quiet.
We move in a square in a small garden.
But it is useless.
You can not escape.
It should stop.
Hunted like prey.
on duty at the mercy of the hitters.
Resist not needed.
It is natural to close your eyes and ears.
The sounds are amplified.
Up to penetrate into the whistle as a drill.
Paralyzed, expects the end.
Waiting for a less intrusive.

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chestnuts on the fire

Much still to dawn.
These were still in front of the fire. A large planted timber
struggled in the bin for not being consumed.
resisted for over an hour.
His fate was sealed.
The fire had wrapped.
The close was getting stronger.
The base was blacking out.
had begun to slow the irreversible transformation of nothing.
Along with the smoke, the particles of fly ash was rising slowly all the rage. After initial
crackling, the explosion of fragments crazy, the process took hours to a regular rhythm.
I had turned into moans grunts resigned.
That night was on alert.
The space, now the site of many survivors without shelter half, was in danger. For the umpteenth
siege Sliding a perpetually wounded in a state of alarm.
ready to strike blindly.
Preferably the weakest.
It was also overcome this situation.
Tragic and unexpected.
matter of survival.
But even with all our strength to maintain social microcosm that out of all the schemes in force.
There was not worth the law of the strongest, the most seductive.
A count was the consensus of all.
When there was down to discuss. Rather than turning
empty.
Pending a solution.
able to overcome the differences.
stuff of science fiction society.
Of course there were inconsistencies.
Not all donuts failed with the hole.
You tried to learn from mistakes.
to improve next time.
In this diversity came out the best.
Many had known the abyss.
But they had survived.
life had hardened them to be able to withstand the worst conditions.
addition to the pure native, the place was frequented by casual visitors.
They too had found there place.
Many came from political science.
There was also a professor of sociology.
Others were driven by creative intent.
There was a migrant school.
the gym with yoga classes, garage, fabric.
The group on Wednesday.
Those of biological market.
techno DJs.
And the Ciclofficina.
In this emergency situation was rischiesta well as their presence.
had willingly accepted.
not a matter of solidarity.
How to protect your space normalization against all enveloping stritolante.
He had become one family.
The more diverse, heterogeneous as possible.
He was great with it.
Of course that place no pretense of being a paradise.
No one saw this.
was possible in case the best of the hells. All
would sell life dearly for that space. The cycle of
raga had gathered at midnight in front of the high barred gate.
The normal port of entry.
wanted to participate too.
were not many.
did not matter.
Was just there.
Inside the castle besieged had to hold off the critical points.
The main entrance, the back gate. What
open to the expanse of desert abandoned. Place
border not yet tamed. A micro
wild.
no man's land of disarray.
Where nature still counts.
The Law among the ruins of the old market.
Despite the presence of a crane twenty meters high, facing the sky like an antenna shaky in the wind.
The new outpost for future colonization.
had chosen to place themselves there. In that space invaded
from dozens of bike wrecks. Some
worthy of the name.
Most now only skeletons rusty.
If he had decided to turn Terminator in Italy, that was the right place. The combination fire
more bicycles had convinced everyone.
Without even the need for a look they had dipped their chairs around the fire.
From the sky down an occasional drop of rain mixed with the many ash particles raised from the heat.
seemed snow.
not cold. The bin
burning hot enough. Someone had brought
chestnuts. October
had peeped several minutes.
rest on a bicycle wheel retort used to mo 'of grating, chestnuts take the color right.
Despite the attempt to tripping of the fire to blow it. Once
gold were brought under the umbrella blue.
The last outpost before the desert lying submerged in the dark of night.
were eaten in a flash.
Between the silence broken by whispered jokes.
order not to affect the atmosphere.
Not far away was shooting a movie.
Evidence of the crane was a dolly, a few lights on, the voices of the actors. Thanks
all'evocatività surreal place you had the feeling of being inside one huge film set. Each with its own part to play in waiting for the fateful:
Action!
Turns ...
dull background noise of the city, a discordant symphony of echoes mechanics, a concert of car moving occasionally interrupted by the absolute beating in some winch to work.
Even at night the metropolis of the future does not sleep.
is eager to turn every thing without hesitation.
Just to remind those present of the scripted destiny of those places.
coming to an end. Yet in this suspension
nature, animal beings, the men had managed to shape an environment indefinite, mysterious. Place
chance arcane magic.
It could happen.
The encounter of a young devotee with a squatter.
Offer chestnuts a smurf blue emerged from a trapdoor hidden nearby.
Playing Trump with one of those big dogs always walking around, chewing mints.
All with the spontaneity of a smiling child.
Despite the attempt by the darkness to hide every expression, trying to overpower the weak side light of the fire.
During the battle the faces were carved in black and white.
From the darkness emerged the hard features of the skulls still struggling to embody life.
to aspire to more defined identity.
Before succumbing how everything around there.
the night pounding, something beautiful, to show he could vibrate hearts.
Then the silence took over.
The gaze is lowered slowly staring at the nothing before. The background noise
amalgamated finding peace.
She had a certain time. Talking
were only the shrill chatter of animals combative. Taken
fatigue cycle of the boys decided to go. For
Nile and Mimmo it comes to tackling the hardest moment.
The rest of the night. The most
black.
Alone.
How many other times.
gritting his teeth without a murmur.
Knowing they can rely on their own resources.
Waiting for another dawn, a new day may be possible.


Mauss
all'Xm lived.
was thin.
not too high.
Long Hair blacks.
Gathered in a queue. A little
'beard.
dark clothes. He could remember a fallen
musketeer.
You could see by the look proud.
was a fan of theater and literature.
Legacy of an existential journey the past. He had beaten
easy.
was often sharp.
the right point.
was sensitive.
life had led him to become familiar with the human passions, the sincerity of looks.
was a fine interpreter of other people's expressions.
was long relegated there.
Along with the other. Perhaps
wanted other paths.
To break the isolation. The
is crying while standing in silence. Sometimes it manifested
ironically tinged with cynicism.
He had learned to restrain their emotions.
able to hold off his own thought. Rather
was suspended, stood still and stared.
Inside, however, was a disastrous collapse of desires, feelings, broken, betrayed.
A devastating earthquake.
Then pull the diaphragm.
Close your mouth making it tiny.
withdrawing himself sucked in her cheeks like a rat in a trap to force driven back into his abyss.
accustomed to something else, suffered from seeing the outside world indifferent to his appeals. Hostile
despite appearances polite.