ciao mondo!
eccomi qua, in un'altra domenica di novemre a scrivere su questo blog, stanca di una relazione di fisica ancora da finire.
ieri sono andata ad una conferenza stupenda, su Cesare Pavese tenuta dal professor Capasa, una persona semplicemente troppo geniale...
e una domanda martellava my mind after those two hours what I make, me, my life? of my life taken by thousands of details, even noble if you want, but that is nothing but a lie and the greatest sadness is not expected to live and learn nothing more to what you do.
heart .... look is taken from a continuous research, the infinite, the heart is not content to settle because it means going against yourself.
live without anyone waiting for you not worth it, if you are alone even if they have the ego disappears but who is not ready to share with you everything we can not accept anything.
but perhaps among the thousands of sentences put together yesterday morning, one is more pronounced than others, for his truthfulness, "they were all friends in high school, they went out and had fun .... then we met again many years later and suddenly had no more nothing to say. "
I understand these days that I was surrounded by people who were very important to me, people I thought were very true and I suddenly realized that instead of all the times we had together there's nothing left but dust, which vague memories a bit 'too dim and distant.
I expected too much from that friendship, now I realize, but I realize that I thought and even that just too sensible.
dusts off the past and try to find people who will truly have tried hard to bring to light those relationships that were drowning in a thousand misunderstandings .... but moments and find that most people, I just dust and friendships ended badly, ended in silence. a deafening silence, a silence that roars.
eccomi qua, in un'altra domenica di novemre a scrivere su questo blog, stanca di una relazione di fisica ancora da finire.
ieri sono andata ad una conferenza stupenda, su Cesare Pavese tenuta dal professor Capasa, una persona semplicemente troppo geniale...
e una domanda martellava my mind after those two hours what I make, me, my life? of my life taken by thousands of details, even noble if you want, but that is nothing but a lie and the greatest sadness is not expected to live and learn nothing more to what you do.
heart .... look is taken from a continuous research, the infinite, the heart is not content to settle because it means going against yourself.
live without anyone waiting for you not worth it, if you are alone even if they have the ego disappears but who is not ready to share with you everything we can not accept anything.
but perhaps among the thousands of sentences put together yesterday morning, one is more pronounced than others, for his truthfulness, "they were all friends in high school, they went out and had fun .... then we met again many years later and suddenly had no more nothing to say. "
I understand these days that I was surrounded by people who were very important to me, people I thought were very true and I suddenly realized that instead of all the times we had together there's nothing left but dust, which vague memories a bit 'too dim and distant.
I expected too much from that friendship, now I realize, but I realize that I thought and even that just too sensible.
dusts off the past and try to find people who will truly have tried hard to bring to light those relationships that were drowning in a thousand misunderstandings .... but moments and find that most people, I just dust and friendships ended badly, ended in silence. a deafening silence, a silence that roars.
