Life seems to run, but we often do not move a step.
Confused by different landscapes, distracted by the faces that overlap each other like Kabuki masks during the show, we are bewildered by this apparent motion of Existence. How
adjacent trains at a station, who leaves and who stays? You're never sure of the answer.
Then, it happens that circumstances overtake us, We turn a while back and went, sometimes a lifetime.
How was shopping? A question so that we avoid embarrassing often respond with sincerity.
One day I was going and I met at the airport by taxi my friend had not seen for years, just in another taxi which proceeded at a crawl in traffic like mine.
lived in the same city but we had been, until then, also as far away as the land of the unicorns.
He went to the airport of Orio al Serio, Malpensa to me, ready to sail each in his own half.
different paths that they had decided to stop for a moment on the same street directions reversed.
best, a fleeting handshake between the windows down and go ...
It 'sad to think that maybe life is basically the same thing.
Locked in the taxi of our body, touch the other without ever really touching. There saziamo with curiosity But it never becomes an adult, through a true knowledge.
Let us drink and we drink salt water.
not have the time, it is said as an excuse, but we lie to ourselves.
As Monsieur Ibrahim said the old to the young Momo, in the book-The flowers of the Koran-"Happiness is the slowness."
Similarly I would say of life, people, moments, caught by our soul finally careful with this "slowness".
Confused by different landscapes, distracted by the faces that overlap each other like Kabuki masks during the show, we are bewildered by this apparent motion of Existence. How
adjacent trains at a station, who leaves and who stays? You're never sure of the answer.
Then, it happens that circumstances overtake us, We turn a while back and went, sometimes a lifetime.
How was shopping? A question so that we avoid embarrassing often respond with sincerity.
One day I was going and I met at the airport by taxi my friend had not seen for years, just in another taxi which proceeded at a crawl in traffic like mine.
lived in the same city but we had been, until then, also as far away as the land of the unicorns.
He went to the airport of Orio al Serio, Malpensa to me, ready to sail each in his own half.
different paths that they had decided to stop for a moment on the same street directions reversed.
best, a fleeting handshake between the windows down and go ...
It 'sad to think that maybe life is basically the same thing.
Locked in the taxi of our body, touch the other without ever really touching. There saziamo with curiosity But it never becomes an adult, through a true knowledge.
Let us drink and we drink salt water.
not have the time, it is said as an excuse, but we lie to ourselves.
As Monsieur Ibrahim said the old to the young Momo, in the book-The flowers of the Koran-"Happiness is the slowness."
Similarly I would say of life, people, moments, caught by our soul finally careful with this "slowness".
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Taken as cut flowers but without the stem.
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