Itchy Rash From A Rabbit

live within the shadow of your first part irrational.

He had no fear ...

[Here. You found it.

takes your brain, breaks, fueling the hypocrisy of your soul, your eyes dry up.

Look at him eat all you got deeper.

do not know him but you know it. Escapes you, but never wants to run out.

rejoice when you scratch.

When you're unhappy lights.

You wonder when it will end but in the meantime, he devours the seconds, minutes, hours, the days, years and your time.

then leaves you there, alone, wondering if it was real.

But come back.]

... but he was wrong.

were more afraid than ever.

[Happiness is the same as everything you need to secure the good of the soul.

Happiness is the same as well.

Well equals virtue.

Virtue equals happiness]

But this is the only thing you need to your soul?

Now you feel virtuous because you are getting good.

You should hear him happiness but it is not because ...

[Here. You found it.

But you can not take it.

And if I had not really found?]

... because maybe it's just the idea.

or maybe not.

[armies of those 'irrational.]

Why Am I Always Getting Colds And Flu

Did you create yourself. Your hand, your soul and your body as a whole. Meanwhile

There was no cold or at least he did not hear him.

"Can you feel?"

"I think so," he said, frowning, then looked down.

He was silent for a moment, took a deep breath savoring the essence of that breath of air. Now I was feeling.

"What do they say?"

"I'm just simply screams"

"You should try to concentrate better."

So he tried to repeat that action, as was routine.

his hands to his temples, closing eyes, squeeze gradually.

"I'm tired." He sighed.

Jack rose from his chair and went up to about ten centimeters from his face. "You can not afford to be tired," said enunciating each well single syllable.

He stood a moment of silence.

Another sigh, this time more intense.

"Some are of joy, some pain, others do not have feelings. "

Jack nodded satisfied tone." What do you mean? "Churches.

" It seems to simulate the falsetto, or are they just screaming. "

" Maybe they want to get noticed? "

"What sense would it?" he frowned.

"As soon as you will understand the sentiment behind those voices are able to respond."

"They have no feeling."

remained some seconds in silence, with the same look that accompanied him for a year now, impassive. He began fiddling with her fingers, smiled in a vacuum.

"Can I go?" He asked.

Jack stared for a moment, as if to study her expression seemingly clear but cold reality.

"Go," she smiled.

He got up and walked to stride toward the door.

"Jack?", He called her back to him. "I am tired a lot." She turned to him. He sighed and opened the door, looking down.

"I think those voices you want to get noticed," said Jack.

This time he turned, put his hand on the handle and shook, he stopped. Then he pushed it down firmly and left without closing the door.

Dr. Clipse watched him go with empty hand.

"You were free, innocent, believe in a happy ending.

The days turned into years.

Now if here.

With your mind to pieces.

Your dreams are sleeping peacefully.

Do you think you have no choice.

But look at the Earth.

look at what we do.

Can you feel it? "

I remember so many plants, a clear sky over my head, no sophisticated game, then we could have fun with a little.

I remember my country was small and we were not so many, I liked living there, I expected to be free but in reality I was not.

I remember my mother, her eyes were beautiful and looked at me when you read the most simple and pure to love a person.

remember a cabin.

remember my passions, is always kept constant over time.

remember to have been different, but in my carelessness I had no idea that I would be forever.

Remembrance of loose papers, a pen and wrote some thoughts in every moment of the day.

remember a bustle of people, times, locations, space of time.

I remember the screams.

I remember a voice.

I remember a room, a desk in the center, behind a window and a large black door, lucida.Un tall, thin, elegant, with white hair and small rimless glasses.

Rircordo a rustle.

tortures me.

do not feel it, but I remember it.

For a moment you could hear a person like many others, but what is the point in living a life that is not yours?

choose that path you've decided to share it with billions and billions of people, and now, like it or not, a bit 'of your life belongs to them.

You can not go back, it might be your right but you can not.

can not afford to lose any more time and time can not lose you.

repropose of words, poetry around which your life has turned and turned for years and years.

words that have excited some, caused tears, sad, made me happy, aroused feelings of new, surprised.

It is this feeling that you were looking for, what lives behind the screams memories.

Those screaming cry, feel the power of words, they cry for attention from you, thank you also because their life is different now.

But you know what I know myself.

his hands to his temples, close your eyes, squeeze gradualmente.

Sentiva le urla.

Le sentiva si, come al solito,ma adesso erano chiare, perfette, intense.

Ricordò quanto gli piacevano.

Adesso ricordava.

Adesso sentiva.

Sentiva tante piante, un cielo limpido sopra la sua testa.

Sentiva un via vai di persone, di momenti, di luoghi, di spazio, di tempo.

Ricordava e sentiva il sentimento di quelle urla che non era riuscito a comprendere.

Erano davanti a sé adesso e sapeva che mai più se ne sarebbe allontanato.

felt a rustle.

heard the screams.

Even the rustling

hear the screams in the middle of the rustling, had always been one thing.

[silence. can. destroy.]