How beautiful is youth who runs away, however ... R 
Youth is really a fleeting moment then comes the inevitable aging.
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You wake up one morning and find a white wire in the hair, maybe a small scar on his face, like a line written by the time it begins, slowly, to become deeper and longer. A trench dug necessarily
to slow the advance of what we know they can not defeat.
For me it is Nature's way of seeking repayment of what it has provided her with health, strength, beauty.
Epictetus said: "In every event of life is necessary to distinguish between what is ours and what is not ours." The youth certainly falls into the latter category.
to live a dignified old age is essential to rely on what Fortune and Time can not take away, that is what we have been able to build within ourselves, regardless of the whims of these two tyrants.
It 'just a' little thing 'up! Easy, easy that even the layman can engage in their spare time, a sort of DIY soul. Apart from the irony is the opposite true.
may happen so that a slight melancholy (but looks a little bit) surprising if you consider what lingers in as you're losing, but in fact as I said, we're just returning a gift, indeed, sometimes we are just relieving of a debt.
Certainly it would be better not to return anything to what has been entrusted, in the manner of some financiers and captains of industry of our country, but Nature is not perfect as our economic system.
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clipping then stubbornly to what was not stopping the reality that is renewed every moment, it seems to be born and raise by herself, often without the possibility of modifying a certain expectation; 's like when you want to park your car downtown, you see a vacancy inversion is not there anymore. In short, just as an example.
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E 'thus necessary to avoid the paradox of living at least some men and women who pose as teens and were wearing no longer be a long time.
care against senility are thus worse than the condition itself and the aesthetic results you received are, most times, horrific. At this
seem to escape the inevitable fate of some members of the "beautiful world", known to the chronicles, whose fame and even (why not) the portfolio overshadowed any aesthetic judgments and give to these poor people alone, the company of young nymphs.
These provocative and certainly hungry damsels in need of a couple driving through the maze of the world's oldest working to give these hominids: false moments of pleasure, a small reduction in their immense and sometimes tedious some trouble with the judiciary that is usually complacent and blind to that privilege.
To the multitude (especially men) is revealed as a horizon of onanistic distressing intimacy. Some choose instead a chastity forced for lack of other incentives and opportunities to live together with a hostile foreign registry which gives the name of a spouse.
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One consolation, alas, that it is correct to enter the kingdom of heaven, except that posts are not already occupied by the usual recommendations.
These lucky, they could have made of all colors in life, always have the right soul the right place to help them and move forward without paying duty.
So we understand why all those papal audiences where they are always packed with celebrities and leading politicians: they are in line to the reservation.
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back on this poor world, it seems easy to take a bold contempt of realism that has neither merit nor duration, but not so simple.
Cultivating a dream, moreover, is part of the life of the average taxpayer, who has been a standard feature of high-caliber philosophical aspirations that go, just to exemplify, the chick tissue (blond or black that is) pocketed the wealth with totogoal in defiance of any substance, passing naturally from the VIP to follow the team. With such widely shared ideals, the situation is not surprising that we live in an idyllic day.
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In Basically I think we often rushes (including myself) to maintain what is now passed to others.
resign or better adapt, find a wise philosophy, reinventing itself as a human being, perhaps with the charm of a smile (hopefully having more teeth) are strategies that do not win the war, more than a few battles.
We all know very well, but you better get depressed, you'd better give up the life becoming mesmerized in recent years provided by a soap opera or TV programs idiotic.
The ridicule is always a risk for us poor bastards that we exceeded the mark of youth and do not belong to the jet-set. It 's always in lurking in the grass like dog droppings when walking in a public park.
It is thus a massive undertaking to accept the natural decay, especially when you consider the advantages of the precious youth forgetting though, the stupidity, the unnecessary anxiety and the blindness that often accompanied the steps to start with the arrogant way in life.
a certain maturity and reasonableness are not, however, a biological rule. And 'know that a young fool is worse than just an old fool, because he has more experience in the ancient art of idiocy.
Sometimes, oddly enough I'm thinking that if they did not exist in this world of mirrors, maybe there is not even old age.
So a few decades will promote a revolutionary movement made up of peers of the elderly. The aim is to destroy all the subversive reflective surfaces for the preservation of self-esteem of no-longer-young (these euphemisms, oh well!).
Certainly this handful of brave will be tied to obvious difficulties. The limited operational area, for example, the length of the drip tube, the size of the catheters which do not favor the athletic feats related to terrorist coups. Not to mention the difficulties of communication between the members of this "focus group", made by ostiche of his diction is not perfect wobbly dentures.
imagine the risk involved in preparing explosive devices constructed and manipulated by the conspirators with Parkinson's disease.
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"Then surveyor Fuselier, see you tomorrow at 6 to put the bomb at the factory mirrors"
Tomba? What grave, who died? The Cerutti? "
bomb! Bomb surveyor, I said bomb at Cerutti they took only the prostate and tomorrow comes home from the hospital "
" Ah, I see! At 6? I can not, I have the ultrasound to the knee. If you only knew that bad tonight, arthritis does not make me close my eyes and then, the sciatica that too ... "
"So to do 8?"
"Oh no! After I Bingo"
"Bingo? And the Cause is not it more important?"
"certain reasons, but I already promised to Colasanti"
"Well! If there is also the Colasanti then I'm going too, the attack might do it a high day"
"Yes, yes, do after the bus ride to Albissola "
" That free? With those who sell the pans? "
"That's them, then you go to the restaurant to eat, that niche where they make the pot roast that is the end of the world"
"Ummm, good pot roast, but the last time I did acid, it might take shin which is lighter "
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Of course it will not be easy ...
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back instead of my reflection, I wonder and smile thinking," How much depends on my mood as in the fable of Snow White by the response of this mirror? -
-Very often, too-I am sincerely to answer.
We are a mixture of crumbs held together by pride.
So the image we perceive back is sometimes dazzling and others are depressing, but I think it is a more realistic appearance that reveals just how fragile we are, a fleeting blur and this is inconsistent because it is built on appearance.
are no less deceptive mirrors the other, the pains, the successes, flattery, vanity, ideals, opportunities and good defeats burning. All questionable items at the mercy of circumstances that we live on this planet rather insane asylum as absolute truths and values \u200b\u200bobjectives.
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It would seem so others on the basis of what they do and not what they are. It would be an error so gross that people realize that if it were not then considered in turn based on the success it brings. Belatedly
humanity realizes (just a few centuries of usually) worth of works that his contemporaries ignored beautifully.
Sometimes I wish I had a crystal ball of a wizard to see what the future will be judged and remembered how significant this in mind.
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I think a global unconscious waiting for the cure of madness and so perhaps deserve, a new destination. Maybe in a parallel dimension where there exists a decay so fierce, the fees are not unreasonable, where you will enjoy the free love between men and women, beautiful and above all there will be more traffic during peak hours.
If you really can not have it all, at least I would like the reserved parking for car, This is already, in my humble opinion, a big step towards the divine staff.
Oscar Wilde wrote: "The tragedy of old age is no longer young, but to have been made."
is happy that people who see the passing years do not have to look far ahead, and certainly (almost never) hesitantly back into their memories.
To tell the truth if you really wanted to be a well-well should not just look around, but do not want to be a promoter of total blindness, the better to continue as now with a vision sporadic, that is, one sees what he wants and when please.
In this chaos helps us, once again, Nature that the majority of older people does not leave a good view and even less, a good memory.
This last deficit would lead to huge benefits refractory time between intercourse and the other, still work only if the equipment instead of the lower floor are the first at fault, disconnect between the ephemeral and illusory pleasures of this life, the most fun.
I also support my hydraulic pipes are the "Achilles Talloria" any engineering work.
Then, the last bulwark against this cynical reality remains the senile stoned is the last paradise in this Inferno, the last bastion of unrecycled first.
After all, not they always say that we must be able to get the best of every situation? However, that inglorious end we have to ...
