Friday, April 17, 2009

Adventure Island Rohini Ticket

Un’ora di me, di noi

"It decreased in the evening.
The news began to about ten minutes. Crisis economic, political ... Italy in crisis. The world in crisis.
We are finally back from work. We do is the same as always. Appliances, cook, dine. So clear, clean, tidy. Finally, a toilet and pajamas, couch. Even our say at times betrays a certain familiarity.
How was your day?
What's on TV?
The computer is mine!
Gestures and words so usual and remain trapped in specific localities and space. Moments that come and go like ghosts. It senses the presence although lack of consistency. And we doubt you, "but this time I have not already experienced? Well .... it does not matter. " We married only
a year and 6 months. No children yet. We are still young at the end! I'm 25, he 31. And then there is the unknown house. We hope to soon buy one of our own.
Maybe now you're thinking: "that monotony!"
will! Yet throughout the day my heart longs this routine.
The warmth of a hug, a kiss, a caress. Feel, donated, returned. The tranquility
leave the fast lane of the previous hours. Stop chasing the hands. Looks
unknowingly care to another. Visi tired but relaxed. Stop the pleasantries.
objects that belong to us. Emotions. The safety of what we wanted, built with conviction.
No need.
Free.
engagements.
Free from thoughts.
Free to be.
least I, at this moment, live the life he dreamed as a child. "


So ran my life until a few weeks ago ... waiting for those moments. Now some things are about to change (for better) and I really enjoy the other hours.

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