Tonight I do not want to talk about school or children, or of corrupt politicians who are vying for first place, chasing hungry comfortable armchairs. I will not cover temporary
strikers, occupants, delusional, or waste from Naples and Palermo.
will not speak of the Italian school, abused, ruined, neglected, in which you learn more than in private schools , which, however, funds have been doubled.
I'll talk to me. Or rather, feelings. The strange sensations that occupy the soul and make you feel good, make you sick. That you upset, upset you, rub you, mistreat you, devour you, stun you, grabs you.
Feelings: emotional condition lasting more than an emotion, but that is not passion. That "feel of the heart" easy to grasp for some, confused, uncertain, ambiguous, difficult to understand for others.
Sense and Sensibility, the reason for the emotions of Marianne and Elinor. And 'just how I feel .... between reason and feeling, often in the balance.
"Poised between saints and false gods
supported by
senseless desire for balance and rest here on the edge of a razor
to dry words that
I have stretched now, and never say ....."
[Negramaro]
"What kind of paradise am I looking for?
I've got everything I want and I still want more Maybe
Some tiny shiny key Will wash up on the shore
You walk through my walls Like a ghost on tv
You penetrate me ......"
[Ani DiFranco]
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