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24 minutes to die

This is how a star really dies. It makes me feel so great watching it. We live in an outstanding universe. 24 minutes and a star existence will cease forever. But his light will keep travelling through space reaching our night sky for all the hundreds or thousands of years that it needed to get here. So our skySigueSigue leyendo «24 minutes to die»

Slog Fear

No pain no gain. Work hard to achieve the top. No tv and no beer makes Homer something something… So we don’t like to Slog to get to our goals, we want a magic wand to do it and we pretend to be great with little effort. But let me say you something: even magic has its cost. This Slog below…SigueSigue leyendo «Slog Fear»

Saying goodbye to that summer love…

There is only one way to say goodbye to that summer love, the one who destroyed your world and make it whole again in a wonderful way for the few days/weeks you knew him/her this hot summer. Time slip by through the fingers when you are happy. When you realize the love season is overSigueSigue leyendo «Saying goodbye to that summer love…»

The Ladybug-Turtle Interconnection

It’s time to go back home. Yesterday’s battle  has ended and in a few hours I’ll be free again. Doctors say everything worked fine, and for the first time in so many years they see the end of the tunnel. This is the first place I ever told someone of my long time battle against illness,SigueSigue leyendo «The Ladybug-Turtle Interconnection»

Radical solutions to win the war (hospital day)

My flesh vessel is quite always at his top. I work out, I eat clean (mostly), I read and study. He is used to tell me what’s wrong. He is used to tell me how to make things better. And I learnt to listen to him, long time ago. But there are some signals so weak that it’sSigueSigue leyendo «Radical solutions to win the war (hospital day)»

Pensieri albeggianti all’aereoporto

Ho sempre amato svegliarmi prima dell’alba. Un colpo di fulmine avvenuto tra me e il mattino più di 30 anni fa. Certo i miei genitori sono stati un po’ complici in questo. Durante le vacanze infatti eravamo di quei pochi (allora) che alle 3 del mattino si svegliavano per andare al mare. Adoravo quei risvegli. Il frescoSigueSigue leyendo «Pensieri albeggianti all’aereoporto»

Stumps

Do you remember when you were a kid? Your mother told you the strangers were dangerous. Your father taught you to work hard and play little. Your brother told you the other candy was tastier. But then you found out that the stranger is your best ally, that without playing your work’s worth is nothing and thatSigueSigue leyendo «Stumps»