Aspettava per strada sua figlia che era in seduta cranio sacrale. Piovigginava e faceva freddo. Entrò in una farmacia per cercare l’olio di mandorle da regalare ad un’amica da pochi mesi in dolce attesa. L’olio non lo trovò, solo creme antiquesto e antiquello. Mentre usciva un po’ delusa, incrociò con lo sguardo una rivista omaggio che trattava il DAP, disturbi di attacchi di panico. Lo prese ed uscì. In auto ne sfogliò le pagine senza che questa operazione provocasse in lei qualche pensiero o riflessione. Poi andò a prenotare 10 panzerotti fritti per cenare in compagnia. Nei giorni a venire avrebbe passato il tempo sul divano con l’australiana, per niente simpatica. Fu solo una settimana dopo, che sua figlia le ripropose il termine "panico". E fu solo nella serata che le venne in mente in maniera fulminea, quasi come pensiero non suo, che esso governa in assoluta segretezza e profondo silenzio, tutto ciò che appare vivo e giulivo. Oh, pensò, toh! Ma vuoi vedere che ... alla fin fine ...
Il giornaletto, oramai strapazzato sul tappetino dell' car, he spoke of symptoms does not want to do anything, you forget things, or the head is in confusion, or feeling more tired, victims of their ongoing processes of avoidance, and everything beyond his own will . Everything could go and have a beginning, he thought, from fear of "black wolf" at which point it is run by mother and children. What is there to make sure: how can a black wolf scare in my presence to my child? in the city? with those guys? with this rain and this noise? with this mayor? And the child calms down and grows. Be young. The young man has so much of that panic in the face to the world that you want to do appalesare every day, unable to use the Mom, create groups and overflows with momentum in the company. It hides the Dap by force that is congenial and logic often direct rebellion against her mother, who reassured than the black wolf but nothing compared to the city, all these people, rain and noise, the mayor. After all, the youth as a condition, which is not more strongly that you do not know how to read the instructions for use. Perhaps therein lies its beauty, beauty that can only be recognized when it is finally released. It 'also the beauty of having time to experience the illusion of something and possible false crap, everything a future time to lay the foundations with the intention of wasting half. And then? Then at a certain point, panic is not fast enough for something this fucked up and is thought to become the city as soon as possible, all these people, the rain and the noise, the mayor. Nor do the hard work and constant hectic puts to rest the anxiety of being late for something that seems of great importance, which we know little or nothing. And then the moment the idea is to build a small corner. To treat and care for people with trustworthy, spot people! ... with another single! another spot with just ... alone, spot yourself! ... with two clear things up, but ... at that point even more, maybe have children! To make the hot corner and defend him. So go! Go with the anxiety of not being able to avoid them all the panic for the black wolf, the city, all these people, the rain and the noise, the mayor, the youth, the waste, the industry, the delay, the corner, the idea. ..
Il giornaletto, oramai strapazzato sul tappetino dell' car, he spoke of symptoms does not want to do anything, you forget things, or the head is in confusion, or feeling more tired, victims of their ongoing processes of avoidance, and everything beyond his own will . Everything could go and have a beginning, he thought, from fear of "black wolf" at which point it is run by mother and children. What is there to make sure: how can a black wolf scare in my presence to my child? in the city? with those guys? with this rain and this noise? with this mayor? And the child calms down and grows. Be young. The young man has so much of that panic in the face to the world that you want to do appalesare every day, unable to use the Mom, create groups and overflows with momentum in the company. It hides the Dap by force that is congenial and logic often direct rebellion against her mother, who reassured than the black wolf but nothing compared to the city, all these people, rain and noise, the mayor. After all, the youth as a condition, which is not more strongly that you do not know how to read the instructions for use. Perhaps therein lies its beauty, beauty that can only be recognized when it is finally released. It 'also the beauty of having time to experience the illusion of something and possible false crap, everything a future time to lay the foundations with the intention of wasting half. And then? Then at a certain point, panic is not fast enough for something this fucked up and is thought to become the city as soon as possible, all these people, the rain and the noise, the mayor. Nor do the hard work and constant hectic puts to rest the anxiety of being late for something that seems of great importance, which we know little or nothing. And then the moment the idea is to build a small corner. To treat and care for people with trustworthy, spot people! ... with another single! another spot with just ... alone, spot yourself! ... with two clear things up, but ... at that point even more, maybe have children! To make the hot corner and defend him. So go! Go with the anxiety of not being able to avoid them all the panic for the black wolf, the city, all these people, the rain and the noise, the mayor, the youth, the waste, the industry, the delay, the corner, the idea. ..
War.
Go go go with the desire to bequeath to future means to quell the panic around the world, and even your own. Dap! Dap! Dap!
This thought, in a flash.
Then he went on the comic and the case lingers on: Dap, feeling like a stranger to himself, to perceive the external world as alien.
So shut the machine and, smiling ironically Levantine, walked away.
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