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true and false

The world is quantum
is true and false, but never in the same way
transmit information packets defined
O does not transmit at all

E 'or a zero, it is true or false
Yet the reality is a continuum
And one thing is black or white
Depending on how you look

Here among us
performing our inconsistency of real love and live
tragedies of false
And sometimes false true loves and tragedies.

Then we realize that our level
It is made of how many but a reality in all its infinite
Faceted side
And we are more coherent and more mistakes.

We are closed in our own prison
of ones and zeros of whites and blacks

Without looking at the many colors that give us the photons of light.

ones and zeros, true and false, loves me loves me not,
the endless questions that we all repeated
ones and zeros, true and false, we loved
And this is important!

Whats The Highest Triglyceride

The water path

At times, such as loose cannon, this is the real ... But the poet carves


words and mind his dreams,
like water seeks the life and brook
the street, lit by a blinding sun

and extreme anxiety,
fears, needs and reasons
merging together. That road has always
path
appears that the sudden,
and falls below the cliff
who wants to find.

E 'Fate is Fate, Fortune

blindfolded and certainly is a night, a moonlight
a missed opportunity;
is pain, but kept within
that comes out of the water sprays are

wet cold that even the flowers;
is the eternal conquest of the true
onward to his God,
walking on a tight rope
forgetting ... oblivion

E 'embrace in the river valley than in calm and

to lick the piers of the bridge
without harm;
is Life, the mouth of the goal
that opens into the Sea ...

If Anorexic Is It Bad To Be Light Headed

Winter morning

Tired, tired
I go.
I get up in the morning
and there is still a little 'light:
the sunset is just two minutes.

before washing my face I do not want to do anything

after the coffee is over the day.

Only cigarettes, boredom and a duty, a duty to help
,
duty to do
supports me.

Poor, poor my commitment,
poor, too poor life.
The magic spring that sustains you
has fallen apart,
desire is over, the anger becomes

indolence and speeches ... silence.

Holidays? Holidays from myself?
No, I always carry my being tired

perrennemente at rest.

Escape? Which flight?
to finish between two comforting arms?
to change a life cast?

"I do not feel anything and I'm afraid of this"
wrote at eighteen
"I had nothing and I'm afraid of this"
I could write now.

logical conclusion
for which I can only blame myself
.