We live in a contemporary chaos, where everything seems to be the same as another, as in a fall of autumn leaves, storm absurd burst from every part for the reasons most illogical possible.
The classic menu of every day, thousands of men and women who fear their thoughts of freedom creative on the ground that would not happen, that would be marginalized in some dark corner, they could not participate in the false benefits of conformity and approval of the rites.
But someone at their own risk and peril trying to listen to his dreams in his heart, his fantasy potential, a thousand obstacles facing them, listed as an enemy ruin fixed concepts, not created by people themselves, if anything, to hidden magic, already inculcated in school age and in continuation of life, a perfect fitting suit entered the profession of charlatans, a coat worn by thousands of people unwillingly.
The man who seeks to understand the existing stormy weather seems to want to create a world all his own, before hundreds of modern Rasputin in action, a kind of laboratory personnel in search of real things to be accused of a dreamer, a charge in this terrible time arid.
But he continues to move the dreams are in him, but who want to instill in the minds of his neighbors, lives in a house singols, almost a modern retreat, a bare room, light years away from his creative thoughts, surrounded dominant insensitivity of fake friends, terrified by his freedom of thought, they seem to assume that the right to judge everyone, without ever giving an evaluation of themselves.
But he continues to search for something real, far from packaged recipes dictated by formulas fake created for standardized individuals as many small wheels without critical skills.
But here come the salvation, his creative impulses have moved mountains of insensitivity, have moved in the air, have created an authentic energy from hydroelectric turbine, has reached its destination, in the one factor that makes things move, called love and true feelings, effectively driving away from his work with world concepts in the rigid solid, worn by men and women incapable of creative impulses and freedom, even if you fill the mouth of these basic elements are the usual, time pass , ages one another, but nothing changes, Julius Caesar and Catiline are always acting in the representation of power, but a false one.
for him now the storm has ended, lives with a woman who loves creativity as he himself, calmly stretched out his hands, of course someone tries to spoil this atmosphere, the result of sweat, blood, suffering and tenacity, flapping doors against them, but in fact these creatures slam the door against themselves, rather than leave the wings to life, the harp, how many beings are trying to scorched earth around themselves?
Now everything is clear, there is a missing factor in our mock-modern era, it's called logic, is gone, away from life, in its place a pile of false truth, but someone has every intention to make it back to life The CPR eficacia called love taking out the storm by "much ado about nothing" to create a perennial "Midsummer Night's Dream", never mind if some modern Riccardo third wander Forest shouting "I'd give a kingdom for a horse," let him do that, life is wonderful when there is love, fantasy and dreams walking.
ATTILIO ROOM.
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