WHAT 'LIVING?
I think back to when I was a kid, when I was enough for the fun of a colored thread, with which my imagination became something magico.Oggi if I saw the same thread, I would not think of anything, nothing indeed his end would be in the bin spazzatura.E 'grow so sad to discover that the world is not pure white, revealing that there are bad people and good people, find that there is the war, and that making peace is not enough to raise the pollice.A Sometimes I wonder, what is the meaning of life? Why do I need to grow? give me an answer I do not know, maybe because I have yet to realize it trovarla.Sto crescendo.Me especially re-reading my writings, but also looking at the photographs, my body has changed, they were completed, but the same are still sitting on this bench, a fountain in front of me, the water comes out and gives me the soundtrack, the My little dog is lying next to me, all around the silenzio.Una question springs to mind, what is the meaning of life? 
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