Monday, November 1, 2010

Dish End Area Calculation



As a child I believed that I would be able to commit myself to be perfect, do not ever make mistakes, do not hurt nobody, and thinking that I always knew what was the right choice every time. I was convinced that if I had wished I could change the world (now I laugh) but I ended up only to change myself. I also knew that to reach that far I could not stay long with the others, because I would not be able to work on myself. So I spent the time watching the other girls sitting on a wall of the school, as if I were watching a movie ... and I began to see their lives. The friendships that were formed, those who died, their speeches. In elementary school when the teachers had to write their opinion on my behavior had called on pagellami different ... Mine was just a way to figure out what bothered me in the behavior of others, I could distinguish it only by watching and try not to do the same things. But that solitude slowly started to get a gap bigger and bigger ... until I realized that I could no longer be with others.
I tried to be different because I believed that I would be happy in a place created in my mind;
a perfect place where I could correct errors by making life as a pencil line on a sheet. A walk around my loneliness drawn from waking up at night ... pause for reflection articulated by many questions because I have always been convinced that there is a solution to problems, always a way out ... but when all of a sudden the way out you can not see? All around it was becoming abstract, everything is swallowed by darkness, and the wind begins to bite, and often knocks the heart, and the night becomes a refuge where his soul you lose hope of being found by someone, we've seen, we can embrace, show that there was a road but we were not to see it because it tired, all of Solitude, of ourselves, but never 'Other. That part of ourselves that has left a void because inside another person. An interlocking pieces to complete a perfect picture for the existence of each of us. The search for the other ... to return to live

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