I am not nothing. Never will I be nothing. I cannot want to be nothing. Aside from this, I have in me all the dreams of the world.
Italy
August 22, 2008
travelling to the old city of eastern European post-Soviet union...
in the night, walking along small roads immersed in the forest...
with a single company of old CD, in those long and empty streets almost melancholic...
although in August them the night is always a little cold ..
I do not see any moving machine, with some cycling and people walk, turn a light bulb...
I look at the long journey some fox cross the road..
you can see some small house occasionally, all in a landscape very monotonous at times, almost disturbing...
in the night, walking along small roads immersed in the forest...
with a single company of old CD, in those long and empty streets almost melancholic...
although in August them the night is always a little cold ..
I do not see any moving machine, with some cycling and people walk, turn a light bulb...
I look at the long journey some fox cross the road..
you can see some small house occasionally, all in a landscape very monotonous at times, almost disturbing...
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