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From an early age those around us teaches us that people are bad, that you should never trust others, who does that in itself makes for three and a thousand other clichés, but those to protect us from suffering which in reality do nothing but make us more cynical towards others and life. Despite the warnings and I gave the skulls that inevitably over time, I've always been pretty confident in relationships with others. The fact that it had no real friends until high school did not derive from a distrust of others was in fact just the opposite: it was because of excessive consideration for others and little, very little respect for myself. When, over the years, my reading became more and more deep, my solitary travels slowly disappeared. The way I approached dangerously literature and philosophy made me feel less alone. I read the words became for me a hand that was with me in life and pushed me to state my ideas with more conviction and without shame. Slowly I was reconnecting with myself and therefore also with the others who finally saw me calmer, less mysterious and more "great". All those thoughts, which for years had made me feel cut off from the world suddenly becomes thought "designed" and not just a paranoid delusional kid. I still remember the excitement after reading Tiziano Terzani. I regalarano a book for her birthday. In less than 300 pages and a few hours to read it in one breath was contained in one night what I had always dreamed of. The adventure, the journey, the spiritual themes that had for years I had to stay and live peacefully ... It was about 4 am when I finished reading it and I cried, I cried so much joy .... I began to understand that there must be a common feeling, an ethic that makes us equal to the end, that people are not so bad as it seems, that everyone suffers, suffers and fights for the ideals that can not in any way be only abstract .... The problem arises when you are not willing to look away from themselves to look around. In that case we encounter to self and wanting to feel misunderstood at all costs. And I personally like that, unfortunately, I've known too many ....

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I stop before the time disfigure my dreams.

I stop and look at building my life from a different perspective.

Where is that sorrow stabbing that would not let me breathe? Where has that look that between a word and the other betrayed my emotions?

not admit becoming.

I can only design sandcastles, big, powerful but vanish with a puff of wind that I create myself.

was not to be, was not so that I imagined.

I did not allow yet another illusion, I could not afford to write another script and do not consider the fact that actors love to improvise.

Again the curtain fell and I find myself alone at smoking the last cigarette hoping to clear the smoke with the taste of illusion in the mouth. The last semblance of serenity and sets ever made. Anima fragile and not black. Pure soul that comes into play but do not know the rules and end up hurting themselves for fear to impose limits. Salvation, after all, for salvation is nothing more than hiding behind a curtain waiting to come back the light.

There is never a well-defined line for me to distinguish good from evil. What a moment ago was good, now it hurts and the only thing I can do is laugh in tears. To give me some strength to convince me that two major arms are used not only to defend but also to embrace the pain.

And I still can not conceive that everything changes.

Now I can only remember.

It was not so he had to go ....

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In this picture I was 15 years old and desperately dreaming of the day I began to live, to be considered adult. I remember how I said determination of volermene go, you want to get away from my family, my feelings, myself. I was afraid of others but mostly I was afraid of my aggression that would frighten people. Aggressiveness that I've always been able to manage and direct the right way: that of artistic expression. I considered my horizons great if I had not even realized how easy it was to judge how best whatever came out just out of my room with green walls. And looking at those walls, losing myself in that shiny green that I had hung my paintings, I think I did the most beautiful and stupid speeches of my life. Once I tried to write as I saw myself in 10 years. He walked out the description of a man with a backpack on his shoulder in front of a horizon of possibilities, goals and unable to choose a certain preferred to sit and wait for the wind carried him away to the sea. There's never anything for sure in the end, I had understood even then that ... The difference however was that in that sadness, because let's face it, too, that is small when the pain gets worse, I did not trust people, I had no friends, they are not wanted. I wanted to understand first of all who I was, I wanted to be my friend before involving another person in my life ... Years later I can not say that it has developed a friendly relationship with myself but at least I managed to reach a compromise based on sincerity. I know my limits and I know perfectly well that when something hurts me, but really so bad, I can not talk about it. Precisely for this reason I finish writing this post. Time to time.

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First week of college and I realize I've wasted too much time running over the shoulders of a shadow bigger than I am just starting to walk with my legs. It 'been a busy week of emotions experienced less anxiety and more sincere mourning for what was happening to me. I banged my head against my mistakes but it was necessary. He was so right because without the last big mistake would not be able to finally bring down that wall of formality and respectability that I had built to protect me from around the world. And after spending several months trying to rebuild the shield so reassuring, in the end I looked around for the first time without masks and I understand ....

I learned that people often confuse the arrogance of calling her strength and character. I learned that if you whisper something is easier than the person in front of you to listen to you. That humility is not in self but in the awareness of its limitations. What is better to say a word unless in a più.Ho fully understood that there is often nothing to understand, but we simply know how to listen ....

(photo: Vogue man Bruce Weber)

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Perfect Speech (your perfect revcould)

Here's a tip for quick quick review of clouds perfect.
generally understood to be quick, to draw them freehand clouds of our review ... and then, or have a steady hand and firm or the result in general and 'scribble that gives a nice touch "childish" or "artistic" if you prefer our professionalissimo project.

As usual, skilled designers unfamiliar to read the help command, it falls on the eye of one of the many options available to us and it's' done. Typing the command

fumettorev ( revcloud ) from the options you will find:
[Arc length / Object / Style]
What interests us and 'Subject .

To get our perfect bubble will be enough 'draw any polyline, rectangle, circle, anything you like and then with the option to convert the subject cloud in the review.

If you like the idea you can also reverse the concave / convex cloud of the review and the game is' done, then trusting the professionalism 'of those who will go' to read our design ...