Antique Wooden Ironing Broads

mad heat, noise of people ... a vein of hatred of all strangers who travel with me on the bus (no air conditioning). You just have to look out the window the view already seen a thousand and one times. And inevitably part of a frightening "Stream of consciousness" ... magically re-emerge from the infinite sea of \u200b\u200bmy mind many, many things ... things that I never even knew she'd thought ...

"So in this immensity my thought is drowned: and sweet to shipwreck in this sea" (Giacomo Leopardi)

And I realize that 2008 is a strange year ... a year that saw me still, or rather, unable to move, that is unable to take over my life and decide the fate ... and I hated for this, because in 20 years we must act at all times, never let himself be trampled passively by time, the bastard slave, master of our destiny, we locked up in mortality, leads us inexorably to the 'last breath (and therefore will still prevail sooner or later ... and it is useless to be told that I am pessimistic !!!!).

"No, No, No, It Was impossible. Her hands clutched the iron in frenzy. Amid the seas she sent a cry of anguish.

` Eveline! Evvy! '

He Rushed and Called to beyond the barrier to follow her. Was He shouted at to go on, But he still Called to her. She September her white face to HIM, passive, like a helpless animal. " (James Joyce, Dubliners)

... and then suddenly everything has changed, my world was literally turned upside down ... I knew the Frank is dead to make room for something new on the scene of my life ...

And who am I no longer know ... and I'm happy! I'm incredibly pleased to be in a crisis ... because the crisis is teaching me to live life really ...

"I returned from the most holy water

rebuilt so as new trees

renew themselves, new foliage,

pure prepared to ascend to the stars. "

(Dante Purgatorio)

All this verbiage to say what?!

on that damn bus, I felt like an ant and I wondered what right I can call myself satisfied by my life ... because all that matters to me, does not count for the rest of the world ... what I think, I feel, I see and feel that has no value ....

So what right, one billion ants, parasites on the planet, we can say that it is satisfied? And then what? Dying slowly day per day, more hurting the rest of the anthill?!