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i. Mai fosse esistito io sono l'uccello che moriva in volo, naturalmente dico, per l'inciampo del povero corpo, ma là in volo, nel luogo guadagnato distinto da ogni altro, e anche questo intendo lo sto dicendo solo io, str nzi. ii. L'imbarazzante mito di Orfeo significa semplicemente che l'arte è in grado d'affrontare la morte, percorrerla, ripercorrerla, fraternamente! cantarla insieme alla vita, e quindi qui, in vita; mentre no, neppure l'arte è in grado d'affrontare la vita: la vita, ad anch'essa arte eppure, resta un miraggio, morte o non morte chessía; così come cederà alla morte ciascuno così cede alla vita: il vivente è un uccello che muore mentr'era in volo.
I fall Not physically but mentally I fall into a realm inside my subconscious mind A realm where life and death cannot be So, how can I live in my mind? I don't I simply look into the world and never enter Those who enter die slowly Slowly because of the pain and sorrow put into it You then become apart of it I see a dark entity flowing within Growing from pain and anger I feel Living but not, Dead but also not But it is moving and working killing everything it catches I get caught in its gaze I look into its cold dark black eyes Filled with hatred and memories of hurt i leave that place shaking with fear Afraid of what I may become.
Was mich tötet zu gebären.(1)/ Si chiama sorriso. #writingsofmine (#nonhapiupareti) #20150529 #aforisma (1) Ion [Karoline von Günderrode], in: Die Einzige, Melete, 1806, cit. in Christa Wolf, Malika El Amir et alia
#nonhapiupareti supra Karoline von Günderrode, #nonhapiupareti on a line of Karoline von Günderrode's
Mi ripugna disamore e bruttezza, ma temo di non saper che fare nel momento dell'amore e la bellezza.
#writingsofmine #nonhapiupareti #20150513
its bad
to need someone
as much as i need
you
but thats shitty
cause here i am
thinking of you
while you
are thinking of
her
Mother of hell, I've been stressing so much lately. It pisses me off cause i even LOOK stressed and so people tell me " You're too young to be stressed. " no. shut the fuck up. if im stressed, im fucking stressed, capiche? that shit pisses me off so much, i just wanna piss all over their house.
I was sad, lonely and misjudged Nobody was there for me I created a mask for myself To hide my feelings behind a fake smile I could finally fit in with the cool kids While wearing my mask I was one of them Yet, I still felt empty I was without an important part of me No one was listening to the words that weren't being said My mask hides the lies Nobody could see what I was feeling My mask bears a lying laugh Behind all the smiles was true sadness Behind the laughter I was crying What you are looking at Is not the real me I felt like I was slowly dying There was something missing I'm forever looking for that one person stop my sorrow Erase all of my pain Don't be fooled by my formed smiles and grins I'm really saying I'm hurt and drowning in dejection Until you come I'll keep laughing I'll keep hiding my true feelings behind this mask Just until you come save me.