Famous Blue Raincoat O THOUGHTS OF AN AFTERNOON OF TEEN CRISIS reflection / autobiographical story written in a very depressing Afternoon of March ... it makes no sense, I know, but I read it again after all these months and I made me think again.
Music filled with the sweet voice and vibrant throughout the room. Small.
Leonard Cohen, she thinks slowly, savoring the name.
Give me a Leonard Cohen ... the otherworldly in Kurt asked one of his songs.
Now you understand why, as she stares intently at his star faded.
not know the words, but understands. They have a lot to do with his thoughts, and just go with them.
this song is intense. The sky outside is gray, steel gray and clear of that storm that promises but does not wrap the world in that reassuring confused fog.
It 's almost dark and it's all a bit' muffled and melancholy in his mind.
Think ahead, do not know why, but it is a good time.
Now.
sometimes wonders whether it is all boring and only the inner confusion that does not do what they want, or what you're looking for.
It is uncertain whether the best thing to do is lie down on her bed in the small room pictures and dreams, staring at the faded star and an old guitar out of tune that can truly suonare.Le also lacks a rope , for a while ', but does not know when to transmit a place.
The days are all equal and monotonous.
It depends really. It's never
neither sad nor happy
Just wondering when the day will come when it will be really happy and fears the day when it will be really sad.
For now it stays there, hovering, waiting for something.
What?
does not know.
not believe much in God, she'd like, but can not.
walking down the street every day really looking in the faces of everyone he meets, in all that makes a response, or a sign, or a hold.
'll never find him, and sometimes the wait, and look, even when he knows that can not reach. Sometimes
is simply lying on the bed.
He gets up and leaning his forehead against the cold glass window looking into that bored and knew his way.
From there it can not see it already knows, but is too tired to come down to look for it.
she will come to me, he thinks now, not quite convinced but a little that he believes.
Or maybe start a day. Indeed, it is almost certain, will start its own or with friends, and stop looking into the void and begin to search around the world.
One day it will not and will feel so small and useless, stop thinking about fixing your eyes on the horizon and then join him really.
But now it's too early, it may be fear, it is not clear why.
Or is it just boredom.
The song continues and is really beautiful.
you free your mind and stop thinking about something in particular. There is music that speaks of other lives and other stories.
do not care, dives and takes your mind because it is also a bit 'its that song.
you feel numb and at the same time would do so much.
He looks around and realizes he does not know where to begin or how to do that. Begin to do what?
should try or wait?
has already tried and already waited.
can never really stop to think.
What a beautiful voice Leonard Cohen, almost like that of Kurt.
sighs and lies down on the bed again. He does not want to leave because he already knows what's out there.
E 'farther "out there" that it ignores the issues.
But now is not the time. He smiles, he does not know what will happen or if there really is one his way, but now it is almost happy, while you relax and think, and the song slowly fades.
Maybe it's just confusing and then there is nothing wrong with that.
He enjoys those moments of peace, then return to look for.
Why do not you think it's all just really bored. Oh well after
this useless thing ... I go to study ... I know, I know I always say that but I really do not take it anymore, it's like when you run the 1500 meters on the last lap and you see the goal, but do you think your spleen is not going to much ...
Every school day is an agony of boredom ... people really listen for hours and I am surrounded by incompetent idiots of the first choice ... Yesterday the Assembly
school seemed a circus complete with a list composed of jocks + jocks at my school who dress in improbable fluorescent colors, with enormous tamarri belts, giant declarations of love for Dolce and Gabbana on the bottom. .. and the only thing that was able to propose the abolition of the policy at school (they do not know a bat) and the strike for toilet paper that never ...
My English teacher can not speak English, and therefore takes time telling jokes in dialect Brescia hard with my classmates ...
I'm more shocked ...
Sgobba and meanwhile on the books, because even if nn can explain nor arouse the slightest interest, the teachers are very good at sbizzarrisri audits and questions!
E 'failure well as my planned flight to Rome to see DiCaprio in the film festival ç__________________________________ç
perchèèèèèèèèèèèèèèèèèèèèèèèèèèèèè ???????
I Love Di Caprio to madness and nine years since I can not see it because I live in a city that sucker and move to Rome (or Paris) I have to finish this nightmare even with the highest grades!
And all this is also added my total denial in the study of traffic: my utter lack of understanding of the intersections and the previous one, and my carelessness in part due to the lessons of theory + nice man the world sitting in front of me, makes me very afraid for the exam ... but I will not do anything to get the license, is the first step towards the emancipation right?
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night night to all
