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The six things that make life worth living today are:

1. We would like T9 for the issues every day, especially those of love, find, or groped to find and automatically, what to do and what to say, how to behave, what to look for, what to feel, without fail every time, like fools.



2. The world's most popular extreme sport
   
   Living what does not exist.
   
   E ' dangerous, terribly dangerous, often life threatening. Rarely one can escape the addiction, and even when it succeeds, we are reduced as larvae, full of pieces that do not fit more with each other, and just as lame lines that have lost their rhyme.
   Yet despite all this, is a hugely popular sport.
   No wonder that many of the people you know, even those that seem to be more mild and harmless, are champions in this discipline. Must train the eye to be able to find them at first glance, they are like us, are among us, in some cases we are.
   
   Evidently no one likes more the reality. For some reason, then.



3. Grammar
   
   As a child I lived on the first floor of a building in a working class neighborhood. From the balcony the way he always seemed so close, it was a constant temptation.
   
   course, like all children, always dreamed of jumping from one balcony to another. I was hours and hours to fix the possible points of support, the holds, the gap between the departure and arrival trying to figure out if I would survive or not.
   
   Actually, my dream was to bounce on the threads of linen, and be raised even higher, up, up, up in heaven, but this, I was already aware despite her young age, it was impossible.
   
   Ricordo ancora i giorni passati bruciando sotto il sole estivo a guardare giù, appoggiato alla ringhiera.
   
   Tra me è l'infinito c'era l'indicativo della risoluzione, il passato prossimo della rincorsa, il condizionale della paura, l'imperativo dell'esortazione, il congiuntivo delle bestemmie, il futuro dell'ultimo istante di terra sotto i piedi e poi l'infinito del volo, puro, semplice, limpido nel suo candore.
   
   Probabilmente quell'infinito sarebbe stato l'ultimo verbo che avrei conosciuto, il verbo dell'assenza di un tempo, il punto in cui non c'è più né passato né presente né futuro, ma solo il lento dispiegarsi di qualcosa che già è, senza alcun bisogno di alcun senso. Semplice e perfetto.
   
   Adesso, ogni volta che guardo giù, dal balcone della mia nuova casa, mi prendono le vertigini. Sono vertigini grammaticali, mi dico, cercando di sorridere, ma in realtà non so se sia paura di cadere o voglia di volare.
   
   E così capita un po' a tutti: vorremmo l'infinito, ma nel migliore dei casi viviamo nel condizionale; alcuni poi vivono nella nostalgia del passato remoto, altri nell'illusione del futuro anteriore, ma in fin dei conti siamo tutti incatenati l'uno con l'altro e tutti legati allo stesso tempo grammaticale.
   
   La vita è proprio sgangherata, puttana della miseria.



4. Il cuore (ritratto poetico)
   
   The heart is a small kingdom.
   The heart has few inhabitants.
   The heart is thick and dark as the soul, when it is fragile, they breathe faster, it finds the way home.
   The heart is full of grooves that the crack on each side, are called thoughts.
   The heart is black as night.
   The heart is just as courage.
   serves little, loves little, always dies too soon.



5. Always
   
   Our grammar is infinite bodies kissing each other, our ways are the friendly of the gerund, its rolling over the bodies, our names are created from verbs the participle, the miracle that unfolds and reveals, we are care of the indicator, the only time it contains, so the infinite in its womb, our point is that little warm, tender meat, which is us, when we come together and really makes no sense to speak of "I" or of "you."
   
   Why burn in the fire, in the heat of bodies lose shape, in our eyes that cross becomes light, weightless travel in the wind, the wind too. Breath that burns. And it's nice to get back to the south, all the South, though the South is always somewhere else.
   
   And then maybe someone will find the right words and then it's all over.
   
   The words that open the heart, those who are like balm on the wounds, words that console and give strength, the words that free us from evil.
   
   Yes, maybe someone will find them wherever they hide, the smusserà, districherà their nodes, mitigate their glow, make them like the dust that the wind carries in his turn and turn over, endlessly and aimlessly. The
   
   find and use. So really it's all over.
   
   But basically, I do not care much.
   
   For me they can also remove all: the sun, night, stars, china, pandas, hippos, coffee machines, the old folks in line at the supermarket, can really remove everything, and close the curtain, not matter.
   
   We will be elsewhere.



6. Epilogue
   
   not ever float in infinite space, or I'll see the earth from afar.
   It's a little 'bad, yet it is so.