Burning Throat For Days

What will happen? Angels & Demons

"... Nostalgia! I miss even of what has not been anything for me, for the anguish of the flight of time and disease of the mystery of life.
time I saw regularly in my usual ways: If you do not see them as it saddens me, yet I have been nothing but a symbol of a lifetime. The old
by anonymous dirty gaiters that I almost always crossed at nine thirty in the morning?
Seller lame lottery tickets that bothered me to no avail?
The old round and ruddy, with a cigar in his mouth that he was on the threshold of tobacco? The pale
tobacconist?
What will become of all these people who only ever seen them, have been part of my life?
Tomorrow I will disappear.
Tomorrow too, the soul that feels and thinks, the universe that I am for myself, yes, tomorrow I'll be only one that has stopped moving in these streets, one that others will evoke a vaguely " What will become of him? "
And now I do everything, because now I feel alive and will not be anything more than a passer at least, in the everyday life of any city ... "- (Fernando Pessoa) -

read this piece of Pessoa, I have a feelings of worthlessness as a whole, past, present, future. Every part of the time, which flows seems illogical.
Then, I tell myself that just because everything in this world will finally end,
because of it, every moment time that is given us to live, we must do ours, and hold dear, like the emotion that suddenly surprises us and gives us a sigh that is joy.

How Does Lice Happen?

Every man has an angel or a demon that accompanies tireless in everything he does, or does not.
And man prays or curse, the one or the other, and the threshold that separates the Angel of the Daemon, is exceeded or ignored in every moment that man breathes. Living simply is a wealth
despised, or denied, because this is not enough.
Then delve deep in their own and in another's existence, and mad as a bulldozer, sweeping ideals, feelings and life.
And look for and what satisfies him, it is only the abstract idea of \u200b\u200ba happiness that does not include losses, but only enemies left behind. Invisible
suffering not touch him, nor question.
angels, demons, or gods, they leave him indifferent.
But where did the man whom we heard about from our fathers?

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Via D'Amelio

moved and cry, it's something I always belonged.
Sometimes I live with embarrassment, thinking about it almost as a limit than ever I can fix.
This world that we have built up around then, or not announced the tragedies that follow us right into the house, leaves us no escape: Participate in shocking facts in size and criticality, it is now usual (unfortunately).
.... The afternoon program was (!) Of the most quiet, almost banal, a bit of reading and the usual TV from my couch, channel surfing from a digital TV, takes me instead Giovanni Minoli, good and accurate reporter in the investigations interesting.
Today: 57 days in Palermo, who spent the assassination of Giovanni Falcone and Paolo Borsellino to that of men of their stocks.
I re-lived with a sense of anxiety these days terrible, the stories of the men killed and their families, who continue to live a pain that will never be ended.
emotion and anger alternated and confused so many times: No, I said to myself, that can not be Palermo, Beirut or Baghdad, or maybe it was .... Islamabad Palermo.
What then gave some sense of the drama, were the scenes of Palermo
the funeral, when the anger has literally exploded, police and carabinieri have barely been able to stop the crowd, who wanted at all costs to reach policy there to do justice, found to be inefficient, distracted, and perhaps complicit in the deaths of brave people.
I was impressed by the scene inside the cathedral, when the president, Scalfaro, and fled: Cops and Carabinieri Palermo tried to attack him, so many times you faced with other officials, escorting the President.
And then the tears of an entire city, humiliated by an inept and cowardly politicians, conniving with the plague that is the mafia.
'll never make it to Sicily to free themselves from bandits and people running in the soul? From Southern
are discouraged, it is sad, but I am forced to hope that the Leaguers are still in government, and ultimately realize their project: North and South really divided.
Maybe this is not the possibility of redemption.