on the train again, back to Zurich. It will be on Sunday, but today I feel particularly sad. And I miss Milan. More than usual. I know there are a thousand reasons to hate her, maybe more, but this thing barely pump blood in my body cares. In a few days, when my trusty spear bearing the alcoholic rum and cola , descend on the battlefield in single combat ready, think about something else. Today, however, so. Last Friday I turned 34 years . There will be no more forever, but I have friends who know more than twenty years ago and this impression. At least a bit '. And stiff neck that I had as a birthday gift was not a breath of optimism. So what has happened this year? In part, you know, if I've been following the madness of Monday: business trips, booze epic, many miles in the pool, and then never called popular girls, girls call and I never received a reply, new friends, books I made dream, angry, thinking, music played, played and thought, good intentions remained closed in the tray; money unnecessarily squandered, stupidly, laughter, tears, joys, disappointments, pain and fleeting happiness that still accompany me. The list is quite long, but I will not bore you too much. Someone is gone . It is said that such is life, but in this there is nothing I find comforting. It is said that the time is the remedy, but I will consider it the most vicious serial killer ever . The time will bury us all, and instead of being so much to understand how and why the judge let us do so by an international tribunal. No mitigating circumstances. And me? I've changed? Difficult to answer. Probably yes, but I do not know what does. More pessimistic , it can be. I lost faith in many things and sometimes it seems to me that nothing of what we live, remain, but slipping away, like when you take the sand grains in the hand and begin to leave, one by one, then all together, until it is nothing. For the rest, I feel the usual idiot ever . Just today, just before leaving home, I called my grandmother. "So, when you find yourself a girlfriend?". Yeah, when? The bride is not a requirement. Growing up, then, I have become much more selective. Sometimes I think it will be easier to achieve peace in the Middle East. Sure, sometimes I feel lonely and would love to have someone at home speak. I think I'll buy a parrot , at least not suffer from the syndrome of the feet hibernated. And then? And then, tomorrow is another day, another day it will end and tomorrow will be another and so on. Meanwhile, I continue to daydream and wonder what I'll still be great. Yeah, but when you grow up? Maybe when I stop to ask that question, although it is more likely that day will not be great, but just an old man inside a coffin. Strange, for someone who was once thought to be immortal, but then discovered that the immortal in this world, there is only Silvio . All in all, despite my pessimism cosmic love life, and I'd rather be alive than dead although I admit that, in death, you have some advantages, how to stop paying taxes and not be harassed by the programs of the De Filippi. I, for one, I love breakfast and this seems to be dead is much more complicated. I know it's stupid, but in the morning when I wake up, I'm happy because I know that in ten minutes I'll sit in front of a nice cup of milk and cornflakes, biscuits, jam and delicious butter cookies with Belgian chocolate. And in that moment I'm happy. So what is happiness? Where is the meaning of life? I do not know, maybe a biscuit with butter and chocolate chips or, in the words the philosopher Bertrand Russell, in fact to go twice daily to the body, regularly. I never expected to be so happy! So, let's enjoy our finitude and let's enjoy again and again. Meanwhile, you enjoy the fact that this post has come to an end. I'm sorry to have you disappointed you expected something more pleasant. Be ', today I did it, but I promise you that next Monday I will try again to snatch a few smiles. I leave you with a very beautiful poem an author I particularly like that. The author is my father and the poem is written on the occasion of my birthday as now, by custom, a lifetime ago. Good week all! The Wind The wind blows away the month of August
; ends soon
trouble with small horns on a Monday
half-toned for New Year
Echoes September with mild temperate
ways of the wind
desert that extends to the ancestors
the sharp horns of a dilemma between being open and appear
: sphinx
swirling, the cool climate phenomenal
not restricted to pure essential idea. Only
alphabet Mem Alef and Tav compresses
between the breath expresses.
אמת Emet
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