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vs Dark Anima

Every day you wake up, and a voice begins to yell at you. A voice which amplifies all your unpleasant feelings and mortify the pleasurable sensations. A voice that, despite having gone a hundred steps forward, magnified a thousand times the single step back you can have happened. An item that does not allow you to be who you want to, that does not make you look in the eye who's in front, a voice that steals your smile.

Every day you wake up, and wakes you with a whisper, it's your soul that speaks to you and caresses you. Listen to her, because she is thousands of times stronger than the dark side. Train him, because anything that helps you will be denied. Trust her, she is on your side, is the most precious gems. Share it with others with a eyes and a smile, is too good to keep it all for us.

Every day your soul face your dark side, do not forget. Choose which side to stay.

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hello sssono Heman vvvengo daa ccagliari







today I felt like drawing heman, also this is an useless post just to say "hey, I'm back from vacations" I've only drew latelly for school projects so for now you get silly stuff, I Promised to never post fanarts here ... But Heman Heman is. Also
something like a self portrait for the lulz.

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Today I wanted to draw Heman, stupid post just to say that I'm back from vacation and I designed just for school projects lately and I really liked. I promised nothing fanart ... but is Heman Heman. And then something like a
autoritatto for the lulz.

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Ten months in Santa Maria Del Popolo: On the genesis

Imagine a boy of about 26 years scared and fearful of almost everything. Maybe a big baby or simply a slave to his dark side personality and the many constraints autocreatesi in his head,

A boy scared by the changes and, apparently with little ability to adapt. A species of dinosaur, doomed to extinction in less than improbable changes.

We are more or less at the beginning of 2000. I would have to graduate a year Next, and then decided to speed up, not to use the reference to military service.

time all children under 18 were called to military service: 10 months of his life to devote to the state away from home. To study it was possible to obtain a postponement until graduation, but not beyond a certain age.

an alternative to military service we could rely, upon certain conditions, the right to conscientious objection. Initially, the bonds to become conscientious objectors were very stringent. Over the years, even before its military service, become objectors now become much easier. In 2000, just fill out a simple question, have no criminal record and not have to carry firearms.

The objector, rather than military service, was required to perform ten months of civilian service with a unit agreement. Civil service contemplated everything from canteens to service Caritas up to the accompaniment of the disabled. And there were clerical.

The claim objection was possible to report the entities in which we would have liked to carry out community service. I, Roman, pointed to the Central State Archives, a huge building in the EUR, and a couple of foundations can not remember the name.

Obviously I was not sent from any of them!

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gabbianone who wanted to fly high and the thrill

gabbianone Remember the last time?

Now that he squeezed the most beautiful gull wing had taken off, but as he got up he felt more strange. The rise in the share made her want to do many things including many gulls know, especially traveling and experiencing new sensations. And yes ... was higher and more he saw, and saw more and more wanted to go. But it felt strange. He had just decided to make a long journey that the wings had begun to tremble. Why are churches?

Shortly after he realized that he was in great fear, a thousand questions and thousands of problems came to mind. And if this had happened? And if anything were to happen? And if not able to be able to? And more time passed more fears grew, until he recognized the sensation she felt: a chill.

was the same thrill that had prevented him from being happy with the seagull! But it was now re-emerged? What did he want from him.

And he understood: the thrill was the price to pay to learn to fly high. He could not tame it, could not stop it, and there simply had to deal with it. Every time he would defeat his thrill would fly slightly higher. In fact he had not the faintest idea how to do, but it would have done the same! On the other hand we know, the hero is not someone who has no fear, the hero is one who confronts.
Why the rush
was born, she wondered. He had a half-answer. Why fly gave low security, it meant doing things he could do and always felt safe to do. He was so, would not that nothing was left to chance. Instead, it forced him to fly high to improvise, to be gritty, and this caused him to shudder: already written out of the way it was always difficult. But

going to make it. She'd just have to insist, and sooner or later the thrill is scamparso.

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pine forests, the Garden Hotel and the ghost of Summers Past

E 'again in August.

And in August, my memory goes to the time lost to the past, the opportunities thrown to the winds, which progressed to the world around me changed and which remain unchanged and equal to myself, unable to react, to realize what was happening and that happening to me.

in August with my family we moved to Garden Hotel Pineta, in Abruzzo. Moving is the right word, then our holiday lasted about 25 days in that month, and literally change lifestyle.

In itself there is nothing wrong, except that I went with my Pineto since I was seven years up to thirty.

What was it? A umarell in bands, or a child unable to grow? The truth is that a human being can not be scored in a definition, but in some respects and on certain aspects of my life I was just this: a big kid.

The dark side of my soul would not allow me to create conditions in which the frames and move freely.

August was the month of big groups, because in the end at the Garden was good, and often even those who had always used to enjoy holidays in different places, sometimes returning to Pineto.

and formed the great band, friendships sometimes true, sometimes simply dictated by the coexistence and therefore not real friendship. But I liked it. Will that time I went out just at night, or perhaps not at all. Will not attend any at that time in Rome, but the party of Pineto I liked it.

course, even there I realized something was wrong. Initially, the first year, we were a little group of children, then teenagers, but around 15, 16 years my friends in the early years had stopped coming to Pineto and began to go a holiday alone. Only I was immutable. But the party will never disappear, is constantly renewed. For someone who was no longer there were many who came for the first time.

What's unique is that the last year of the opening of the Garden (and yes, it lasted for more of the hotel) when I was 25 now, 26 years, forming a beautiful group, a heterogeneous group and there was also some of my same age.

Then the Garden closed, but what do you do after 20 years in a place you go? Change? No! We went to the hotel side, but the party was gone. And here is surfacing all the contradictions of my situation at the end we were left me and a boy 10 years younger than me: a pairing completely meaningless.

And my dark side enjoyed this situation, making me feel the weight of his nonsense on the one hand, hindered by the other to react.

But the paradoxes and contradictions were even more. I set a record: I AM THE ONLY ONE THAT IN ALL THE YEARS IN WHICH THEY ARE GONE TO THE GARDEN HAS NEVER HAD ANY HISTORY.

Especially when we arrived we started to grow in Pineto after a few days and many were paired ... I never. But not because I did not like any of them, not with non- catch me of cooked, only that I was not able to express my feelings, my dark side was always clear: it is useless to give it a try, you can only fail. And so while the others were doing their experiences I took these great cooked ... and I made sand castles.

Yes, sand castles, ski more often. But some masterpieces ... Okay ... not exaggerate ... but they were bellini. Perhaps they were the result of my dark side. Or maybe not, maybe it was the only way in which allowing my soul to express itself. Perhaps it was a cry for help on the beach, a cry intended to be deleted after a few hours by the sea.

Sometimes I'd go back and rewrite my own story, but since I like what I now believe that in the end we just put it on. I prefer to write my story now, not rewrite the past.

Pineto Hello, hello, Garden, Hello to you all friends and comrades of snacks that have made my summer memorable anyway. If you go around here leave a comment if you like!