You Learn

One can learn everything and anything throughout his life. Except goodness.

From Sunrise to Sunset

Empty holes
On a gaping heart
Soul in pieces
falls apart
Gathering strength
Just to stand up
Live through
Tomorrow

Raging inside
This silver scream
Knowing it's not
A bad dream
Covered up
I walk outside
And while I walk
I cry

And as a gust of wind blows
Shivers down my spine
Tell me oh, too softly,
Something I don't want to know

Flowers roasting quietly
Indifferent as I cry
They wouldn't know the pain I feel
a-knowing that you're
Forever gone
Forever gone

Walking In indifference
All my body ah so tense
Children laughing everywhere
What's all this joy about?

Envying all this happiness
Cursing every day
Crickets singing endlessly
While the sun
Fades away

And as a gust of wind blows
Shivers down my spine
Tell me oh, too softly,
Something I don't want to know

Flowers roasting quietly
Indifferent as I cry
They wouldn't know the pain I feel
a-knowing that you're
Forever gone
Forever gone

Drunk - II

Lonely, empty walls
Only witnesses of a man
Who falls
Prey of his fears
His anguish,
His badly hidden tears

Everyone is gone
Leaving only empty chairs
And glasses to wash
While the only thing
He thinks about
Is the missing One

Drunk

It's me and myself again
walking on a thread above this loneliness
oh yeah

It's me and myself again
Tangled in a lesson that I never learn
Oh yeah

I stand alone watching the view
from this lonely terrace
Silent while i drink
I slowly cry and think that

it's me and myself again
fighting off this feeling
that I am inadequate

leaving my own body
flying with my mind above the rooftops and
the sea

And i should feel no less than what you are
while I think you from afar
And I wonder what I could do
to get me closer to you

A labyrinth of things
trying to take out
this sense of paranoia of
being under what you would want me to be

It's me and myself again
Thinking and re-thinging evey word you said
oh yeah

drowsy is the night
only gusts of wind emit the noise I hear
Oh yeah


Making up a way to make it through
another day

And one glass after the other
my thoughts wonder afar
with a mix of envy, admiration
and much more

Fighting with myself
to be so glad for you
While it brings me images
of the occasion I've failed

There are words of love and trust
I would really do what I must
I must fight this feeling
that it's so too late for everything

A breeze is touching me
caring im'ges of the sea
calling me to do all that I've
already wanted to

It's me and myself again
Trying to be worth of no one
but myself.

Hunger Strike

WARNING: THIS POST IS TOTALLY MEANINGLESS TO MOST PEOPLE. THESE ARE JUST MY MORNING THOUGHTS. IT'S BADLY WRITTEN, LEADS TO NO POINT, AND SO ON.
Well, after all this is my blog and I write what I want ^^.
Call the asylum ^^.

What's the purpose of being rich, I wonder?

I mean, apart from the obvious. And the unnecessary.
Why am I thinking so? 'Cause I feel weird. I feel weird 'cause my needs are so small compared to those of most people. I mean, most people dream of fancy cars, enormous houses, expensive restaurants and so on.
I only have two "macrodreams": having time; and sharing my wealth. And this sounds really weird.

I don't understand being selfish, really. I mean, self preservation is ok, but the amount of selfishness commonly displayed by people is really... embarassing? Disgusting? Unbelievable?
I still don't understand why one should drive an incredibly uncomfortable ultrasportscar when for one tenth of the price they can use taxis for all their life, for example, or buy a comfy car, which costs MUCH less (not to mention if you buy it from the display of the shop, they are usually discounted). I don't understand buying enormous 30-room villas: isn't a 10-room enough?!? I am NOT saying that this is necessarily wrong, I'm just saying that I don't understand it. And most of all, apart from these two examples, I don't understand how ultrarich people can't feel ashamed. I can't imagine how bad I'd feel thinking that while I swim in my money like Scrooge, other people are struggling to get to the end of the month. Of course, many people will say that it's only their fault - I don't believe so. Sometimes it is, sometimes they just had bad luck and met the wrong people who ultimately boycotted them, or whatever. Still, I can't stand that a normal job does NOT allow to live a normal life.
And where has humanity gone? How is it possible that so few people feel the joy of sharing? The sheer happiness in knowing that you've made someone else's life less difficult? How can I drive a Ferrari when one of my friends is struggling to pay 3000 euros for her University? And another one has lost his job because the owner of the walls of his shop decided to DOUBLE the rent?!? How can I?
I can't understand being selfish. I mean, we're potential worm-food, and we surely won't bring our goods to our tomb.
Now, I don't even want to think to try to sound like I'm right and the world is wrong. I don't know. I just know that if I won even "just" five million euros at a lottery, ok, I'd keep one for myself, and it would be probably enough to live more than comfy 'till the end of my days. Yet my greatest wish would be to use the rest to make life easier for those I love - I don't know, let's say a house for my dad, one for my aunts, and many other things.

And from there I'd start to show others the joy in sharing. And maybe in the long run I'd save the world xD

I utterly think that one of the reasons why people became so selfish is Calvinism (your predestination is predicted by your success on Earth). This thought leads to seek for material wealth (and, being a christian branch, I wonder WHERE has Jesus said to become wealtjy), also because no one has questioned the fact that there are other kinds of wealth: I'd rather know that I'm "saving" others, that I'm making their lives better. Being overrich is easy, compared to the ability to use your wealth to help others in the proper way.
Maybe it's not only chance that in the USA, founded by calvinists, we have the richest and most merciless corporations in the world, that kill thousands of people each year by polluting their land and food, in the name of Wealth, that, for calvinist zealots, is the name of God.
Oh well, just to resume

"Hunger Strike", by Temple of the Dog
I don't mind stealing bread
From the mouths of decadence
But I can't feed on the powerless
When my cup's already overfilled, 
But it's on the table
The fire is cooking
And they're farming babies
While slaves are working
Blood is on the table
And the mouths are choking
But I'm going hungry

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Steve Jobs and Mark Zuckerberg are only copycats (I won't say thieves until a tribunal has stated so, but that's my thought). There are many like them.

I won't copy. I could have done it, but it's too degradating for my own intellect.

So today, my dear five readers, I present you with a poem that astonished me for its raw beauty.

The author is Rochelle Marie Watkins (http://rochellesmarie.wordpress.com/).

Rochelle, I have always thought that your brain is remarkably intelligent, and I hope that sharing your poem is enough a token of admiration and appreciation.
Thank you from writing this, and for granting me the permission to publish it on my humble page.

I am, you are (by Rochelle Marie Watkins)

I am the walls of your room

Protecting you from the street

And from the petty greed of your neughbors.

I am the windows, bringing in the light

I am the warmth of your covers

Sheltering you for the night from the icy air

And leading you to an unconscious garden of curious images, abstract postulations, 

Fantastic devices and radical situations that do not exist in the concrete world.

I am the waking kiss

I am your shoes

Taking you wherever you wish you go

And staying with you when you end up

Someplace foreign, or somewhere

You did not plan.

When you march with confidence, I am there.

When you ramble,

I am there

I am the refreshing water you drink

I am the tasty disches you eat

I am the cat who nuzzles your face

And the dog who dances when you come home

I am the sunny day

Warming you as you nap in soft grasses

I am the hot shower

That massages your shoulders

I am the stranger who smiles at you on the bus

And I am the soft chair after a draining day

I am the love that surrounds the space around you

When you are lonely

And I am the hand that holds yours when you most ned it

I am the air that you breath at the tops of mountains

And I am the yellow flowers that grow in valleys

And on the banks of streams.

I am the green of trees in Winter

And I am the sound of rain falling on your roof

I am the lines that form on your face after years of laughing

I am the burst of citrys when you open an orange

I am the roots that distort the neatly built sidewalks

And I am the arms that catch you when you stumble.

I am your most comfortable sweater

I am your favourite pen

I am the handsome boy you glance at through a cafe window

And I am the cute girl who works behind the register

I am the soft darkness when the world is too intense

And I am the morning bird song after a restless night

I am the conversation till seven a.m.

And I am the hug between closest friends,

I am the quiet room after too much noise

And I am the knock on the door after too much silence

I am the creak of wood floors as you walk down your hall

And I am the steam of hot tea

Rising out of your cup,

Warming your face.

Who are you?

I really don't know whether being how I am is good or not.
I grew up convinced that being always sincere, direct (which doesn't mean disrespectful), open hearted, plain and simple is good.
It seems there's something wrong, though.
If I think about all the times I've been downright straightforward, I can't find a single occasion when this has brought me anything good at all.
It seems like people like lies, innuendo, half truths (if any truth at all). But why? Is it fear? Is it so shocking to find someone who doesn't feel like hiding his thoughts, his feelings, or his inner self? Is being honest so despised by everyone?
Why do people always think you mean some kind of harm when you speak frankly? Why do feelings scare so much? I mean, I know there's a lot of pain at stake, but still...

Should I be afraid of myself? But I'm harmless, I am a decent Man, so why should I be afraid of myself or other people's reactions? Why can't I be myself, or why do I have to be blamed for things that are commonly referred to as "qualities"?

I tried to learn to be, as they say, "diplomatic". But I've found this diplomacy to be only a nice name for "lies".
If I hate you, why shouldn't I say so? If I don't trust you, why should I pretend while watching my back? If I have a crush on you, why shouldn't I express it? It wasn't impolite to tell someone that I didn't want him with me on a trip because he misbehaved by almost breaking my camera, it was simply honest.  And I could find 10.000 other examples.

Believe me, everyone, I wish I were able to deceive, to pretend, to play a part and breach everyone's heart. Everyone likes to be loved or admired or simply liked, I think. But if I pretend, if I wear a mask, is it me they like/love/admire, or someone else? Isn't it, in the end, as if people would like someone else, instead of me?

I'm very displeased and sorry if my actions or words have offended or scared or embarassed anyone. Yet I think I haven't done anyrhing wrong, if being honest is still no crime.
Still, people, if you like pretenders... That's not me. And I'd add: who is more "dangerous"? Me or a pretender?