Recollection
're quiet, my pain, stay cool.
called for the evening: here she comes down and
dark atmosphere envelops the city, apportando agli uni pace, agli altri
affanno.
Mentre la moltitudine vile dei mortali,
sotto la sferza del Piacere,
carnefice impietoso, va a cogliere rimorsi nella festa servile,
dammi la
mano, o mio dolore, vieni da me,
lontano da loro.
Vedi affacciarsi dai balconi del cielo gli Anni defunti in
vestiti antiquati,
vedi sorgere dal fondo delle acque il radioso Rimpianto;
il sole addormentarsi moribondo sotto un ponte;
e come un lungo
sudario strusciante a Oriente,
ascolta, mio caro,
ascolta la dolce Notte
che avanza....
're quiet, my pain, stay cool.
called for the evening: here she comes down and
dark atmosphere envelops the city, apportando agli uni pace, agli altri
affanno.
Mentre la moltitudine vile dei mortali,
sotto la sferza del Piacere,
carnefice impietoso, va a cogliere rimorsi nella festa servile,
dammi la
mano, o mio dolore, vieni da me,
lontano da loro.
Vedi affacciarsi dai balconi del cielo gli Anni defunti in
vestiti antiquati,
vedi sorgere dal fondo delle acque il radioso Rimpianto;
il sole addormentarsi moribondo sotto un ponte;
e come un lungo
sudario strusciante a Oriente,
ascolta, mio caro,
ascolta la dolce Notte
che avanza....
CHAPTER 1
JOURNEY
all makes sense .... or so I thought this when I agreed to change their lives, country and way of life.
I've always been a loner, a misanthrope, or simply a man (could be a big word for me that I only have 25 years but trust is so), to which the challenges are never mancate.Ne've seen things unworthy and people that instead of continuing to live would have to burn 'hell .. ok, but in the end everything is as it should and even if hidden and veiled Justice there.
My name is Roscoe and I have no idea who was my father. tell the truth I do not know if I ever had a family. I only have one person to whom I owe everything in the heart also because it was my light since the age of 18 I had to provide for me alone and afraid but he stesso.Ero old Jack, with patience and commitment has been able to guide and support in my nights more buie.Alla end he left me, came to the finish (his longevity) and passed away. I'm back only now with the darkness in my heart and a great need for away from my nightmares from this sense of oppression that almost crushing me without me breathe.
I've always been a loner, a misanthrope, or simply a man (could be a big word for me that I only have 25 years but trust is so), to which the challenges are never mancate.Ne've seen things unworthy and people that instead of continuing to live would have to burn 'hell .. ok, but in the end everything is as it should and even if hidden and veiled Justice there.
My name is Roscoe and I have no idea who was my father. tell the truth I do not know if I ever had a family. I only have one person to whom I owe everything in the heart also because it was my light since the age of 18 I had to provide for me alone and afraid but he stesso.Ero old Jack, with patience and commitment has been able to guide and support in my nights more buie.Alla end he left me, came to the finish (his longevity) and passed away. I'm back only now with the darkness in my heart and a great need for away from my nightmares from this sense of oppression that almost crushing me without me breathe.
city of Bridgeport ... notte.Mentre crossed the bridge on my bike, which separated the old from the new world I've got to take this
foto.Io I love capturing the most intimate moments of natura.Forse also reflects a bit of my being not so.Ma one thing is certain: as soon as I set foot in this city I had to do with feelings contrastanti.Elementare division between good and evil? I do not know but a bit of anxiety has come in a moment the center of my chest going up then down to the stomach and forced me to stop for a moment. You'd need to pause before being completely overwhelmed by this power that I perceive in the air. Ashore I stop to observe the reflections of the water refers to me and the rest I circonda.I first tentative rays of dawn sun ...
In contrast with the darkness that gradually thins out and disappears ....
energy sound that makes you hope .. The sunlight that warms the heart that gives you strength even when this is very little ..
tenebre.Come light on who wins the good always defeats evil ... First passes through the city with its skyscrapers sleeping I went in the suburbs and as they progress with the bike I realized how the landscape was in stark contrast with those big concrete barracks that left me with spalle.Una nature, almost Enchanted by the light mist that rose into the sky and gradually showed me the way to go. Villas and palaces were now behind me, the air in early October was sharp early in the morning but I love those chills run down my cold was corpo.Quel in contrast to the heat km after the engine of my bike and gave off gave me, I know it sounds stupid, some conforto.Prima to land peacefully in the house that I bought at the agency Twincity I realized how much Luckily I had a pristine lake in scegliere.Un enclosed within a small hill or rather a valley
surround and protect my new home. A neutral environment in which I could regain the lost energy and
where I could live happily and in peace. \u0026lt;Far from my nightmares, anxiety, from vague memories and the voices are .... sure! Bale will not change anything \u0026lt;. shook his head and a small smile appeared on my face as a slight thought ran through my mind .. speaks for itself six old boy to an end ... I went into the house and opening the door closed and the smell of old man greeted me, I looked around, I found all the furniture covered with sheets
discolored by dust as the sun rose bully now filtering through the window from the dust stirred me.Non I wanted to do anything for at least that day, so I headed for the shower so as to shake dust from the anxiety and emozioni.Usciì semibagnato and shower with a towel around her waist to me, and now inquadrai the sofa to which I diressi.Mi I threw it with violence and also because I was tired and my eyes closed and a faint glimmer of reason still kept me aware that I had a strange sensazione.Un increased weight on my body and then a deafening silence .... A voice like a sharp knife ... \u0026lt;Where are you? I'll find you bastard!>. I jumped up and down furiously in the cellar for that item, plus it had a familiar, I looked around staring at the vuoto.Mi stopped lowered my head as if to recover the lost energy in that 'moment. \u0026lt;A who want to give it to bere!> hissed between his teeth like a rabid dog but also because I only had to control my anger and fear as a tasty meal astrale.Cosi larva per qualche risalendo you pian piano scale distrarmi cercariae mainly di tutto e di pensare che l'accaduto was frutto immaginazione.Non della mia tutto l'inferno avrei rivissuto d'ACCAP ... sul divano e Non piu.Tornai with noncuranza my lasciai addormentandomi andare subito e profonde ...
... "Take me to see blood Alma
feel your anger, I still see your death, even those here
And in the end who will understand?
And in the end who will lose ?"...
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