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Am I dead? Am I dead?
I'm alive! I'm alive! Here
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He persuaded the Sun And caused it to shine again
One step forward, one step
One step forward, another
The sun shines!

Haka Ka Mate

here I am again, a friend of the pixels that instead of telling you what he did last night tells you how he feels every day. I'm not dead and I have not suspended, not because we are labeled as disappeared and I would be more than we succeed. I do not want menartela with the circumstances that kept me from writing in these two months flew by, but even if I do not want to talk here of my worldly I think at this point needs some explanation to you. To do this, I dedicate yet another sleepless night, when I started writing this blog I did not think that its aim was to prove illegal job at night, taken away from the normal flow of the days and hours (but there you are: the Recently I happened to read the reflection of an important contemporary writer, that writing itself is difficult, but ends up as an act vicious, unspeakable ... but less and less without. Writing about oneself is masturbation).
allotment Tomorrow, I will give the last weekend in my beloved Cilento sea, where I holed up for the month of August, before having to return home seriously, without cazzeggiano for at least another year or so. A few days ago I was there, but I anticipated the return to a kind of perverse departure intelligent beach in the idea of \u200b\u200ba great desert city had fueled romantic inspirations for fruitful meditation. So I got on a train and I stoically back home. And of course at the end of the city proved to be too empty to make any which was not brutalized. I have not dug anything good from these four days of sale, so here I am trying to get at least one good deed disproving the popular taste of my own death on the web, even though at the eleventh hour and heterodox (and I do not want think of what will be my status here in two hours of when I'll get back on the road).
I said, what I did this summer ? Let's go step by step, my dear, since I left something written here I've been through enough, but mostly I spent July to me, if I will pass the expression, a good ass and August to lay a duly that the ass in the water. And you will understand well you create a problem, so to speak, of voltage difference in the narrative, which prevents me from telling you these two months without the proper distinction. Indeed, since my vacation is not over yet I will behave as if it had not even started and I'll tell you, at least for the moment. And after all, until the fateful Monday, September 1 thing can happen again any unsolicited, to put the whole thing in a different light: So then discuss this issue again.
right, then me as I went up to my departure for the sunny beaches, to be so engaged for not finding enough time to jot down these lines that I am compelled to atone for now? I will only say that especially in that time I worked, ate, slept. I did a little 'healthy physical work. I have no fucking wasted my time but I have experienced new rhythms, I have traveled a lot but I moved there and I have hardened a bit '. My mind has limitless another step and my attention was caught by new sensations (but not why I stopped thinking about).
There's more, of course. I wanted to see, with eyes open and eyes closed, but especially with eyes closed (on daydreams retrieve later.) In moments of stress I wanted to see, with great nostalgia, the moving of a hammock with a friend whose beautiful home I happened to be a guest of Ischia. More of these dreams have since taken a turn so surreal that I've calmed down, and I'm trying to rebuild calmly writing to us. Maybe someday I'll tell you but that's another story.
I met a little 'new people are all in place. Maybe even pass here, do not know. More than anything I hope that they can wipe out of my life, because the stories of each of us are unpredictable, and a friend can not find it around every street corner.
Did you ever see the New Zealand Maori Haka dance and sing the ? The rugby players perform it before every game, and in practice in that field has become a recognizable brand and success around the world. That must be why there is a widespread belief that this is a war dance. Wrong. At least in its traditional form, the Ka Mate , is a song of joy. Celebrate life fully, even in hard times. That is the tone of defiance. Is not it wonderful to think that as long as we are alive, and cocks, all kinds of amazing and beautiful adventure can happen?
I missed you.

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