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I can feel it inside me clearly:the awakening of feelings thatderived from deep and listenwith ears while I canobserve with the mind's eye.The silence has a noise or soundendless, continuousthat echoes in my ears butespecially in the head.I open my eyes and I hear like a steady humand constant that I get from one point to inaccurateof nowhere.I feel inside methe clash of mighty wavesbut I keep wanting to emergelocked for too long.My heart is exploding and bloodI feel it boil.Thoughts emerge from silence,thoughts, words, ideas, problems,anything that travels at the speedlight in my brain.I can not see or understand any ofeverything

because they are too fast and inaccurate.I see something rather than clear that it is alwayswas from the beginning, issomething that identifies mein my being: I am.The always see me from inside my bodybe a figure almost as mistress of a physicalthat command, and I continue to observebecause I feel sometimes detached from the mindand from the heart as it works in its anatomy andall its complexity.How strange!The look in the mirror it's like to dive

within myself.Enter into a world I already know wherethe moments that follow are pastpresent and futurebut all garbled and inaccurate.I am not able to see me happyor satisfied in any of the three cases.Break, I hear this crackwithin myself.The sound of rock landslide that leadsanything with his impetuous force invalley.A dam breaks, which breaks the bulkheads,

the water is rife everywhere,you can not stop her unstoppable force,goes beyond the known limits of the mind.Where should I take refuge butinstead emergo so as usualthrough my writing dramatic,sentimental, romantic, overwhelming,useless, sensible;terms that come out from my memorywhere they reside

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memories past and present.The headache grows in intensityand behold, the eyes tend to closeand the ability intellective decreases.When? Now?I think not!The words to be written outlike a river in floodalso meaninglesstangled in thoughtsmeanings to which I want to make sense ofalthough often there is not.My past life: here it is!Nothing could be more innocent thana child playing with everything andlives unaware of the dangers and problemswhereas since his subconsciousknows that person might be.Become a kid and then an adult and nostep is not doneexcept in the cultural sense.That's out of the bluewhich coincides with the awakening of chaotic eventsstrange that I can not go back

and yet fragmented memory.Fragments of memories importantstaying therein that place where I do not allow anyoneto enter even ifin the end my heart is too goodand subjected to external forces that dosuffer in any way.My brain insteadis impenetrable,a large gate insurmountable.And there's only one person who enters and exitscontinuously controlling more

it's the only one: my dignitytogether with my pride of life.I can not claim to be perfectin fact I have gaps in anythingas in the normal range of each.My head is the realm of chaosI do not doubt butHow many ideas and especiallyhow many emotions it shares with themy soul deeper.Being impartial,diplomatic and thoughtfulhas caused me to become

more sure of myselfwith others,among others.Even though my body sometimes comes offcompletelyfrom my soul andfrom my head creandomidisastrous physical effectsbut not serious to solve in whicha short time.

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I'm not a wrapper that contains only my souland my headnot only contains a brainliving can think of.But I have a wholebetween brain, mind, heart, soul,physicalwith which I sometimes detachment,you'll wonder how it is possible,but are like God,that governs the chaos of these 5 elementsand which I use to live butalas I can not always achieve happinessjust because I have to understandand soon we will be able toI also collaborate with outside elements,natural,my parents have created butfirst of all the naturecreated everything and everyoneand from there I have to learn thatI can not detachingbut rather workbecause doing so can

take my place in lifeand live it fully in allits nuancesboth beautiful and ugly.Right now they are only a very smallpercentage of co-operation with it.But I want to expand it more and morebecause I do not know if we are alone in the universebut helping natureI want to bring outall my strengthand energy and pass it onthe entire universe

so that other forms of lifecan steal and use.We're just a meanswhich nature offers usone life to live and invites usto share best with herselfand all other living beings.That noise in the silence thatI often hearis nothing but the call of mysoul that propagates in the external environmentin harmony with everything and everyoneand this means that our happiness can

infect others and make them livewell everywhere.Boundless energy and limitsescaping from ourselves to others.there I fixed this for othersand make myself available for the nextbut for nowis too closed in on meI can not bring it out completely, but there is.Quivers feel!

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Unfortunately, my mental limitsdo not allowto act as it should.I first and foremost from the inside I can notimport it to the brain as a system,or to the mind as a solution for everything.My heart would very much appreciatebut for now they are too far away from doing sothen I just have to stay closeto my souland continue to workto emerge more and more,convinced that sooner or latershall flourishI also like a flowerand then I pourall my good on others.One thing is very importantmy constant struggle between my demon negativeme and angel inner positive.Are often not able to retain the demonand tilts the balance of moralon negativity but I try anyway ternerlaincreasingly segregated into a corner.

Negativity is everywhere but we must make suretraformarla of positive energy in passing from the mindbecause the only way we can control our demonsand who knows if we may live happily ever aftertogether with our values ??and principles.Certainly, however, that in my reflectionsI try to be as explicit as possiblebut when I dive into myselfI have not certainties.Everything breaks even the laws that Igovern precisely because they are in continuous evolutionand always try to improve myself to the fullest.

Marco Samaritani Comacchio '85