Fish Sticks Always Stick To The Pan

Volo prigioniero


Costruisco ali di aliante con la carta velina, le incollo su un telaio di matite, salgo sul davanzale, prendo un bel respiro e spicco il volo.
Guardo dall'alto le cose ora, sotto di me c'è la mia mente, quello che sento dentro.
Come un tatuaggio sul viso, come un sigaro spento sulla schiena, come un vento di ponente fatto di spine e cenere.
Fa male.
Dall'alto mi rendo conto che sono al "sei". C'è lo "zero", ma c'è anche il "dieci". E la mia parabola è sempre costantemente piatta senza crescite.
Dall'alto rifuggo le cose che mi legano, che mi opprimono, quelle cose che facilmente potrei evitare. O almeno sembra. Alla fine le cose le cambi ma sono sempre lì, o dentro you, or behind you or in front of you. There are things that do not add up, numbers that one day will run well for me.
There are changes I want for this world, this life, this Western mentality. Sometimes I envy the African farmer who lives a few things here because we are slaves, not poverty, but of life that man has built damn.
Sometimes I want to bring together in one room all that I care, I charge extra costs not covered, I say chin, which ruin the reputation behind me, who do everything to excel, I do not know and I judge. I would like to collect and treat them as witches during the Middle Ages. From
not I see the end of this landscape but is a moment of freedom, fresh air and solitude.
I realize that's not what I see I like. Nor is it the place to land. What I like is your flight, be free, with his hands untied those rusty chains and iron bars. Travel
only in this way, this search for answers to questions I have not, but I know that are critical to me.
love, my column. The research, my reason to exist. Music is my mistress six-string. Dan growing up as a man who returns to the child, who is smiling and there's no one around.
dreams into reality because there is nothing that thinking. In my flight I see you too. Some are on the ground, others stand up like me. Others are hidden and those who do not want to see why people are vacant, and enjoy.
My flight goes on, if I go down I'm already screwed, I could not recover. I could not walk, for now I just stay up and make my own evaluations.
Whoever believes in me, believed in me. Who has confidence in me will never understand anything. My actions, my words, even my post. Who does not know will see it as yet another act of alienation and sympathy but who loves me and respects me knows that this is the result of my desire to evolve into something better, and evidence that I need to get back qualcosa di grosso da questa vita.
Volo. Solo.
Dan