Sunday, 27 November 2011
Friday, 25 November 2011
I piatti della Bilancia / Scale pans
L'universo tende inequivocabilmente al dolore. Per ogni momento felice, pagheremo soffrendo. L'ordine naturale delle cose e' la sofferenza, e l'universo deve riequilibrare lo stato delle cose. O addirittura far pendere il piatto della bilancia dal lato del dolore. Non possiamo evitare che accada. Non ci e' vietato essere felici, anzi credo sia un nostro dovere nei confronti delle persone che ci circondano. Ma dobbiamo essere coscienti che per ogni cosa che riceviamo dobbiamo pagare un prezzo.
Universe unmistakably tends to pain. For any happy moment we'll pay suffering. Is the natural order of things, and universe must restore state of affairs. Or even to tip the scale to pain side. We can't avoid it happens. Is not forbidden to be happy, even I believe it is our duty towards people who surround us. But we must be aware that we'll pay the price of any thing we'll receive.
Universe unmistakably tends to pain. For any happy moment we'll pay suffering. Is the natural order of things, and universe must restore state of affairs. Or even to tip the scale to pain side. We can't avoid it happens. Is not forbidden to be happy, even I believe it is our duty towards people who surround us. But we must be aware that we'll pay the price of any thing we'll receive.
Monday, 14 November 2011
L'inizio del viaggio / Journey beginning
Infine riesco a muovere i primi passi in questo nuovo mondo, apparso quando lo specchio si e' rotto. Dolci ondulazioni del terreno, coperte di verde erba grassa, mi invitano a percorrere queste terre. Ma tutto e' nuovo e diverso. Non conosco nulla e niente conosce me. I colori sono vagamente diversi, ancora non sono capace di sentire gli odori. E in questo scintillante cielo, non una ma due lune stanno sospese. Le vedo la', cosi' vicine che pare possano essere toccate con mano. Ballano sopra scure foreste di abeti. E mentre un vento freddo preannuncia l'arrivo del dio dell'inverno, io so che una di esse sta per precipitare al suolo.
In the end I'm able to move first steps in this new world, appeared when the mirror broke. Sweet ground undulations, green plentiful grass covered, invited me to walk these lands. But all is new and different. I don't know anything and nothing knows me. Colours are vaguely different, I'm not able to smell scents yet. And in this sparkling sky not one but two moons are suspended. I see them there, such close that it seems they may be touched by hand. Dancing over dark spruce forests. While a cold wind preannounces the winter god arrival, I know that one of them is close to fall down on the ground.
In the end I'm able to move first steps in this new world, appeared when the mirror broke. Sweet ground undulations, green plentiful grass covered, invited me to walk these lands. But all is new and different. I don't know anything and nothing knows me. Colours are vaguely different, I'm not able to smell scents yet. And in this sparkling sky not one but two moons are suspended. I see them there, such close that it seems they may be touched by hand. Dancing over dark spruce forests. While a cold wind preannounces the winter god arrival, I know that one of them is close to fall down on the ground.
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