The festive period is that, Carnival, and every joke is you say ...
Party, confetti and costumes but masks out of fashion this year trigger chills me more than anything else worthy of Halloween.
Misseri, Ruby, these are the masks on the faces of children at parties, these are the faces on the wagons of the countries party.
Subjects cosmic symbol of delusion and evil that afflicts us indeed that afflicts them.
Faces desecrating all soft faces of children who should be the innocence and purity.
This is what gives us the Carnival this year.
Society of sheep led by the media because what you see must be emulated on TV, over again, relived.
Well at least the sheep have their dignity, their laws of the flock, but still more, humanity is now in the wild and only gathers in flocks from time to time to celebrate some strange occurrence, by playing ball team at the heart of the Carnival of Ruby.
yesterday talking to my friend Ervin which offer welcome on this blog discussing the life and its fullness is reached only when it reaches its end.
now the goal is to fill a box of paper mache with useless things, just to fill it and eventually you find yourself with a binder of things to carry around the weight of which can 'be unsustainable.
Life is a blast and we know everybody, perhaps someone like my friend Luke now knows better because it suddenly has no dad and now more than ever know that you have to live fully in a moment because there six more, and your box you do not need anything more at this time and look what you've collected during your journey and what to leave those who remain.
Hordes of people spanning time and fragmented at the atomic level to make the best or the worst?
I now go home and tomorrow I will be here to watch them all on Tracciolino from swarming and proud of my choices will observe the world around while in the meantime I'll put another piece in my box of Tracciolino because I want to see my mountains and overflowing of those moments that I think should be lived.
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