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I.4 - The art of sadness

My old writings were much more lively. Sure, there were complaints and whining, but those were created with a certain air of artistic, I guess. I realize however that this diary is a sequence of small and whining, even more seriously, I have not the will to change the registry.
Today arrived my first paycheck. Sooner or later I'll talk, but I do not feel ready yet to do so. In any case, the ultimate sanction of my being employed, and the miles that indicates the end of the month # 1 job (Really is something more).
Of all the things I plan to do at this time and instead I have not yet done so, perhaps one that weighs on me most is the virtual absence of music from my life: I have not managed to organize even a test and the What began to bother me a lot.
If before I had a sincere admiration for those who work 40 hours per week, are nonetheless able to express themselves artistically, in any way, now mine is a real reverence. Return home when it's dark already and thinking of leading a gang of anarchist musicians is really difficult, but I have to try at all costs.
also back to playing regularly basketball after the Beauty of eight years is not very simple thing and although I do really well Sgambati biweekly, and the physical humor, I must admit that they are just poor and less than blatant favoritism of his brother-manager, this year will heat the the bench for long minutes ...

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I.3 - Rome

After a difficult week to say the least, the weekend in Rome has been providential.
warm autumn in the capital was neither a tourist nor a citizen, but a strange vagabond, with huge bags full of items that I moved from the old to the new Roman house on the border. I chased several friends, was able to meet only a few. I talked about film projects that could really come to life, or not, but in the meantime have existed for as long as those discussions. I ate and drank. Slept, but not too much. I remembered who I am.
again this morning in the office. I just have to appease the nostalgia.

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XXI Literary Award City of Pinerolo

Sunday, October 17, 2010
Honorable Mention in the story "Scalenghe - October 13, 1693"

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I'll pretend it's raining outside, or that a fog out there not even seeing the tip of the nose. The
all seasoned with a strong melancholy jazz piano with keys that moves too fast and with a voice to heat millions of homes empty.
is an afternoon like any other, like many others, a piece of me 12 years old I left, someone told me that unjustified and only a dog, but those who spend some shiny eye (thanks:.)
The university ranks a little slow, I have too much confusion, too much to stay behind, nothing that I regret the fact, but here is how long for the winter cold, snow white and clean, infuse light and shadow are the children of the same father. Try
you to stay in a house that looks like a furnace, by itself, or rather not be there just for luck. Try
you to have a heart that burns and ignites, to have your head is always full of the same thing, drinking liters of coca cola to feel less sweet, to be scared of eyes and distant voices of white, the arms are too long and you know you want to have to hurt.
Love is able to create an infinite jumble, where billions of times you fall scrape your knee all the sacrosanct "times."
Someone told me not to fear, someone said that I will have plenty of time to stay, but I say that I'm afraid because it's like standing in front of a huge palace of crystal, some facets are crisp and clear, others obscure and confused, but this beauty is very clear, so clear that if there will never be rebuilt will hurt more than any other time, more than any time I am stopped by a small crave one thing ... my eyes would heal my wounds bleed close down altogether or leave permanently, so to fill rivers and lakes, so much to fill the hearts and souls, not all just one: his own.