Original 150 Pokemon Worth

Freshness of June



I'm really tired ... I keep repeating this sentence for days and I can not otherwise describe my state of mind in recent weeks.
are tossed from one side of Ireland for projects, courses, meetings and so on and so forth ... Today
first rest day for 15 days at this part ... I can benefit from doing some 'spring cleaning (I know that we are in June but I always arrive late ...) in my room where balls of dust was accumulating anywhere where there is' still my suitcase on the floor.
incorreggible I know, and the suitcase and 'something more meaningful, to be ready for the next trip for the next shift, as he said a friend who is my own project in Slovenia "my house and 'where is my sleeping bag ..."
I feel inside of a star exploding, everything spins and new things continue to happen in barely able to grasp the meaning.
why now I need to draw breath for a moment, to speak with you who know me always for you to share in my life and to discuss with you that I met recently to receive new input ...

I'm really tired ... I continued to repeat That phrase since a lot of time but I'm not Able to describe my behavior in Another Way of the last weeks. I've been to one
To Another part of Ireland to attend projects, meetings, trainings ... Today Was My
first day of rest since 15 days...I finally had the time to do some spring cleaning (I know that we are in June but I'm always late...) in my room where the dust was the queen everywhere and where there still is my big suitcase on the floor.
I'm incorrigible, I know...and the suitcase is something with more significance, it mean that I'm ready for the next trip, for the next permutation. My friend that is doing the EVS in Slovenia said "home is where my sleeping bag is..."



A volte ci si sente come uno strano animale notturno
immerso sempre nei rumori del mondo
ma che non vuole smettere di conoscere, indagare su qualunque cosa
Ascolto tutto, My ears reject anything
waiting to conclude an understanding that the uninterrupted work of the brain, but not too
only

I 'm an owl eyeglasses with scribbling in the cold darkness
all the time of the sound in my eardrums trolleycars below
yet the experiences must continue
... hearkening to whatever music chamber
out from the wood or whatever street
bird whistled in the Marketplace That
I Stood on the balcony
waiting for an explosion of Total
consciusness All of the
...Yes, but I'm a little tired of being alone

Marco Pesatori & Allen Ginsberg