<<For me reality is like that slap in the face your mother gives you to scold you or like those scoldings she gives you to make you understand, to explain: what you did wrong, why and what you should have done instead of making that choice/gesture. I often think that reality is like a black hole that takes all my positive thoughts, all my dreams and makes them disappear; like sand when it is blown away by the wind. To be honest the reality of this world disgusts me, and thinking about it makes me dry and arid like a desert; in fact it very often and willingly brings me down so much that sometimes it is difficult to go back up. All of us have always tried to avoid it, as if it were the plague; at least once in a lifetime. And every time you just say: "I wish reality was different...". I do it too like maybe many of you and for this reason, sometimes I say to myself: "if I want to change it then I have to do something". But unfortunately I limit myself only to this; just to say, because in fact, I don't even know what I should start from to change it. We live every day hoping that reality will change but maybe deep down we should change for this to happen; hoping that one day the fantasy can be called "reality" and that reality can be considered a memory.>>
"And you? what do you think about the "reality"? Do you like it or not? let me know in the comment section"
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PoetryIn this book i let my mind say what it thinks; even if it could sound like philosophic or poetic or just stupid. I mean if you don't have another better things to do... why don't read this? P.S This is not my first language so maybe i will do some g...
