Good Thunder Friederich
E 'for some' time I want to post something: of a mood strange, and not necessarily a negative mood, it's just weird. I'm not a person metereopatica, indeed: I can be a bad (good) mood as sunny days in the rainy season and, ironically, I like rainy days, not to mention the visceral love for the time (it's a gene in DNA of this dad!). The sky this afternoon is particularly intense and dark low clouds are gathering on the horizon, as if wishing to conceal (or, more ominously, swallow) the Roman castles that stand next to the building of mathematical visible from my balcony. I love the sky when it goes like. We spoke with Mario a little while ago, which conveys a feeling of power, it's probably just our incurable neo-romantic side emerges and makes us just like senire Monaco by the sea of Caspar David Fiederich (although we can not accurately say how you feel, maybe he hated that place, but no Friederich, and that is what counts!). The rain is beating on my container, enough to minimize the sound of bubbling gas insufflation in flasks that of my system. Thunderstorms at sunset make uncertain the time of day or night by wrapping everything inside their cocoon of darkness, our eyes blindfolded, blind, know better discern when one ends and another begins, throwing in an endless twilight and much longer than what we live on a sunny day, as if to take urgently announce that another night is about to begin, but we will never know when it will seriously because we will not see the beloved disappears stela. So I mute viosionario Fridirichiani scenarios, look at the horizon and wonder, "Where?" Where it begins and ends the night the day, and I just do not respond to silence them questions and enjoy the sublime comes over me silently accompanied by the roar of the water which is the bandage of my eyes. Slowly, the light is sucked away, slowly fades away, here, began the night ... I think ...
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