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poems can be orrible.
foscolo has died.
manzoni is moccia.

i love my life.

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___ you might smother in world's inevitableness. the chain reactions that un-chained humanity could clear you. nobody likes to die so nobody likes to understand.



S.

(from here)

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___ what if a day you will wake up understanding you are only a lonely adimensional point on a segment? tear one of your hair. take his estremity. draw it. can you see yourselves? i can.

move near the hands: the segment changes its shape. it was straight and now it's curved. it takes its own 3dimensionality. which is the way to fuck our pensiveness, our 1dimensionality? which hands guide us? and why?




S.

(da qui)