The stormy sea. You can not fight against the sea, you can not win the fury of the elements by force of arms. Maybe that's why mine have started to hurt. Sooner or later the sea has the upper hand, and his blue body of water covers you. Everything you see is a roof while sinking of water that leaves more and more, while all around begins to get dark. Increasingly dark and sink, my heart beats fast and you feel in your ears, anxiety rises even more and the surface of leaves. Only then will you realize just how strong the water, hard, tangible, and dark. You wonder how the fish can live in such a hostile element, and as you sink their lidless eyes staring at you, and it hurts their eyes, because it is the blank look of the inevitability of fate. Yes, because when it sank after a while 'you can not breathe, and there's no way to fight even against your body wants to breathe at all costs, and does not care if breathing water or air to breathe and enough, and then starts absorbing water. Do not you hear salty in your mouth, you hear only the impact of the liquid in the mouth, stomach and then finally into the lungs. You fill with water and then you think that you loose in the sea, and then you think that it is not so bad, and you think you destroy you in the blue giant, but the problem is the while, the while, the time between the first puff liquid and the last thought that crosses your mind, the time that passes while you see the sky disappear behind the water, and depth that moves forward without showing points of arrival, without even the consolation of knowing where it touches the bottom.
Someone said that we are creatures of land, but this is incorrect, the earth is the only point of support of our feet, but the man is and remains a creature of the air, we are made to breathe air, not land, who the fuck said that we are creatures of the earth? Fish breathe water, so they are aquatic animals, the air we breathe, the air so we are animals. The fact that we do not fly like birds, in my opinion, is not sufficient to deprive us of our citizenship Pet aircraft. And then, without land, also militate where the birds lay eggs? A sign that the whole theory of the elements has to be redone.
Someone said that when you die review all your life, your life in a second, looks like a fucking spot. Even now, I'm dying, I think about slogans and I die, I console myself, is only a matter of minutes. Stop. I make jokes like Bruce Willis action film, but they are terrified.
I was born in the 80s, when guys wore their bandanas and eight hundred watches on the arms. When it was all colorful and invented the neon lights. When were jackets with wide shoulders, and even a simple municipal employee seemed Mazinga, when the Berlin Wall separating East and West more clearly into good and bad, when it was tivvù and Uncle Creepy Tales from the Crypt When were the glam rock and big hair, and it seemed as if everything glittering last forever. Listen to the last album of Guns N 'Roses and it talk about it. Stop number two.
Children of the 80s have grown up listening to Madonna and Cindy Lauper, saying, "Girls Just Want to Have Fun" and Madonna at the time still had eyebrows attached. Then there was Rocky, who broke his ass to everyone who took cartload of punches in the face but then always won, because he put us to the heart, as well as the face. Stallone was also Rambo, who was traumatized by a war and kill you all because they would not give him a job, and then he started a war against the world ended and the sheriff shot him in the balls. Who was born in the 80's grew up knowing he was special, he grew up playing with the Master, the "Masters of the Universe" and what remained of the secular and democratic ideas advocated in the previous two decades. But while all lost the burr on the pictures of Cindy Crawford were preparing the 90's, the period of grunge and adolescent depression. We were depressed because we did not become the star, because we understand that there is a limit to who can take punches in the face, because even if you shoot the sheriff lodanno you do not work, because we realized that the beautiful ideas of our fathers had turned into bigotry and careerism, because we have stopped wearing jackets with wide shoulders and then we realized what we were kids. The Berlin Wall has fallen, along with many other walls. Colonized by three hundred years have poured into our capital, and everyone was afraid. People have stopped walking the streets because there were the "Moroccan". At first I thought it was a Moroccan trade, such as "shoemaker" or "stick", then I said no, it was a job, the job of the Moroccan "vucumprà.
But we who are born in the eighties, we knew we were special. And then we found out to be for real. We can work for two hundred euro per month in places called "call center", and kept at thirty years from our families by continuing to ask for money as kids, postponing our fulfillment until a later date. Paraphrasing Ginsberg I saw the best minds of my generation wasted, squandered on corporate unpaid internship with the promise of a fixed-term contract that never comes. And then I saw the best minds of my generation to go abroad for good, where at least there is the idea of \u200b\u200bdevelopment. In my country I have seen the disappearance of the industry, and I saw monsters cement deface the most beautiful beaches in the world, because in my country go forward only manufacturers and scoundrels. Better if the two categories are covered by one person. Agriculture is already gone some time ago to make room for the industry, and what remains and survives thanks to the illegal hiring immigrants. But all they want to send home. Everyone is talking about protecting the family, but then bring the following to their former foreign caregiver.
I lunge, fuck, and I do not know where I'll end up. I sink and I can not breathe and now I can not even stop to think about life that I lived, even now leaves me thinking that it could be better, different, a place that I deserve to be star of law, that I lived in extravagantly but above all fun, that I would woo a woman doing the moonwalk. But then Michael Jackson was undone as a form of Madame Tussaud in the microwave, and then he died that all his dreams was just a brand. I'm
drowning and I see black, the deep swallow me and I would think again, I would have said half of what I think, I wish I'd done a third of what I imagine, but I can not, it's too late, and the deep sea is rising, I swallow. It 's dark. It 's late. It '...
