giovedì 10 luglio 2008

..thoughts

"there's no act more wretched than stealing, Amir. A man who takes what's not his to take, be it a life or a naan...I spit of such a man....."

'the kite runner' - Khaled Hosseini


The last book I read, one of the sentences i liked the most
Linked to thousand of things.
I barely can see all of them.
Too much.
How many things someone can steal from you?
Have you ever thought about it?
Just a simple lie can change your life. It can steal the truth from you.
Hiding something can have the same effect.
It can completely change your life. Or it can leave it as it is.
What's the worst thing? Hard to say.

Apologize for the language, but i read this book in english. And the words come out this way.
This is a post for me, 'cause i need to understand
if someone, somewhere, is stealing from me what i recently got: pacefullness.

We'd worry if we’re stealing something from someone everytime we act, since what seems to be nothing for some people, can be the world for others.

I'll miss this book: its characters kept me a pleasant company in these last days.
And it happens scarcely ever.

KM nostalgic

4 commenti:

Anonimo ha detto...

come ebbe a dire il grande albertone...
"CA'DDETTO??"
scrivi come mangi, geo!

luana

Anonimo ha detto...

When the lights are low
We notice down below
How it glows brightly

And all we've washed away
Now comes out to play
With me

But this is a farce
If it's not in my own words
And I fight for a moment of rest

Just for that second we're sure we're alive
We notice our lives are defind
By what we steal
By what we steal
By what we steal
By what we steal

Trying to reach for you
Is such a breach of me
And my shell
Oh well

The answers are such a task
The questions are loaded when you ask
"What about me?"

Am I using my own words now?
Or is someone beyond
Just waving their wand

And just for that moment we're shure we're alive
We notice our lives are defined
By what we steal
By what we steal
By what we steal
By what we steal

So what if I float
So what if I drift
Refuse to believe
That this is all a gift
For me
For me
For me

BIG WRECK
elì babà (another kind babà's gift)

Kill Mosquitos ha detto...

di solito fish & chips, brit way!
ti mando la ricetta per il tuo blog?;)

Anonimo ha detto...

manda, manda la ricetta!
e poi, figurati se tu mangi fish and chips...
luana