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I need to bring order and inventoried all the wings of stone

I need to inventory everything and bring order

more than a year, the dominant thought that haunts me is to eliminate the pain unbearable, fixed part of the spine to branch out along all the joints of the skeleton of my body.

In moments of freedom, of lightness, thanks to the painkillers, try to put my things in order, in view of the possible transfer ... a new adventure ... maybe the last because of the age.

As soon as possible, I will have to change the place and home, to get closer to my children, who are the only people I care in the world.

I'm trying to plan a timetable, to give a rhythm to work to map, organize everything in my home and decide what to delete, before a possible transfer.

to transfer, we will sell this house ... very complicated business, given the times we are living ... and buy another ...

The month of August I started from the "stables". The stables is a ground floor room which was once a small stable that I have transformed in the studio with lots of bookshelves and a small closet. I deleted four trunks full of things from which I never thought of separating fact, when the morning is the truck arrived to take away everything, I'm not ashamed to say that I missed a few tears.

The work has just begun, of course, I'll have to go through a full house, thirty years of life. I can not think of hundreds, perhaps thousands, of books and bags full of typescripts and manuscripts, to be passed and select

... I feel suspended in mid air, exposed, vulnerable to risk the adventure here now because I do not know when it will end , and where and how to spend the last years of my life ... my last earthly adventure ...

are forced, against my will to stop so many activities, among all the blog ... maybe because I need to write to read a lot ... and my brain is busy for most of the day to overcome the pain ...

When I was sick, I was able to stay awake all night to write an essay or reading a book, now I can hardly to address the simplest everyday life: care of them, go shopping, order the house ...

Sometimes, especially in this period, which coincides with the change of season, suffer even more, I'm afraid all points of view, I feel like a prison, no longer free, what is worse I'm afraid of drying up on the floor of the imagination ... And with all the force of the soul I repeat - I'll make it there ... I will do ...

And my daughter Valeria in an e-mail me reassure

- Of course you can do it ... we'll make
-
-YOU ARE NOT ALONE, WE ARE A FAMILY. In families decisions are slow, but the solutions are larger and more effective. The solution found for your house will be enlarged a solution that will allow us to be closer and more united as a family, saving the autonomy of all. Of course to get to find a home takes longer, but until now, when I thought great and the good of all, they came out amazing and successful solutions, which were beyond my means apparent. And 'why not I'm worried about though right now it seems that the conditions do not play in our favor.
There are always great obstacles before big wins.
HAVE CONFIDENCE, FOCUS ON YOUR DREAMS DO NOT LOOK TO THE EXTENT OF APPARENT CIRCUMSTANCES. Fortune favors the brave and good, if you think maybe it took a bit 'but in the end we always win our battles, that's what counts. Hello mommy

We feel
Valery

Paola bell

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Cupi tentacles on the bottom
skeleton
recalls the ancient oak.

laden air projects
stories (larvae) on the embankment
- slow fixity -

height tumultuous
drowns the mountain, the light by excavations
:

- low power -
pastoral play of the orchards, shaking
vessels show the sky.

evident abandonment in the mud, stone martens raise
articulated
distant resonances. In the twilight

lunar
- alabaster breasts -
firs, cypresses - lovers in a row -

Ambiguous parables
dilate mirages,
in excavation: the bait.

Gold
water consumed between the toes warm mutations
white houses where they grow.

The monastic meditation,
mature hay,
unaware soft fullness.

Boredom
wears the mirror of the skyscrapers. The future
strikes: truth? vanity?

Impure symmetry
just lost their way, more youthful illusions
chains.

not tear resin
pierced the trunk! Watermark
the flight of dragonflies.

The Stash the night sky,
fore the shroud of a bat
lost, the echo of parched rooftops.


only my thoughts return to the womb of the world where I was
without certainties.

poor form to remove
ogres, dragons, tortures
profile: - sad harem -

glance look, reel,
the moist sheets are stretched
again - the wings of stone -

Author: Paolo bell

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melancholy lullaby whispers
the river in the teeth of the night powdered
thought is found in me:
dreams in high gear parked
poet too dumb track
enamel stars
challenges the hourglass control
intelligence warnings
blind faces devouring crops
superb delirium takes over
to reinvent the game into the wail peaceful

uncertain sign-latex-kernel
rises unheeded
mount baker when I sleep
model aligns
promises it doubt go
kicks in them: perfume
of swollen breasts-morning-

Author: Paolo bell

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from "cannula" ... if I were I would not be an issue ... + dix

if I do not want to be number one for statistics but situationby
hurricane hanging on the ocean sky
feeble fireworks senz'alambicchi plans to SUBB
silt water boats
my chair unstable landslide as the mountain in the palm of imperfect sens

represent controls and closed to deflect opposition futiles
senz'eco challenges
fleeting transparency of dragonflies reflecting the galactic estrochic
chic blue stars of
trembling fetal wreaths ousted in soft gasps pareil
farewell forests
extreme flicker won kneels naked refines Marsh

whim of the village in light and the dark miasma forgotten tratturi profilid

as blue green gold Sèvres porcelain in the heart of looks reel mucillaginid
algae wobbly axis
barefoot through city dug unmade omens rats
fertile regurgitation ascetics congestion

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THE READER - Charles Baudelaire - by The Flowers of Evil + dx

AL READER
Of Charles Baudelaire

Ignorance sin el, Hvar and error reign over us
heart, weakened our bodies and our lovely
remorse
fed them as a beggar to his insect feeds.

stubborn sins, vague remorse - and sold
care of our confessions
happy now we go back on the track with mud
believing those vile tears cleaned.

on the pillow of evil Satan Trismegistus
long cradle and persuades us
and dissolves, skilled alchemist,
little smoke in the rich metal of our will.

And 'the Devil pulling our threads!
disgusting objects seem attractive
and hell every day we are more of an inside pitch, drilling
quiet and dark miasma.

The depraved misery sucks in and enjoy
Breast battered old whore:
so we try to squeeze an orange lean,
few fleeting and furtive pleasure. In closed

of our brain, and triggers swarms
million people of Demons
death, while we breathe, lung
us down, clear river, with deaf groans.

And if rape or poison, or fire knife
have not yet, beautiful embroidered
raw canvas of our wretched destinies
is only for lack of courage.

But among the jackals, the panthers and lynxes,
monkeys, scorpions, vultures, snakes, monsters that
guaiscono and howling, grunting and
bestiary of our vices, [and infamous crawl

one is still an ugly and vicious, the most unclean, a
that even if it does not move much and cries
would reduce the land to a pile of rubble in the back of his
and bury the world yawns:

boredom! With serious eyes of a mechanical plant
smokes a pipe dream and hangings ... Did you see
too, reader, that monster
delicate - you hypocritical reader who look like me, brother!
Charles Baudelaire