I can not talk.
I can't argue.
I cannot neglect myself.
I can't tell my ideas.
I cannot rebel.
I can't cry.
I can't argue at night.
Because I am a woman.
I have to be quiet, good, strong, always active, always sniffing laundry detergents, living in the apocalypse of bills, baking cookies.
Be good, angelic and silent.
To be a mummy and not a Sphinx.
Because I am a woman.
And in the winter, light candles, set memories on fire, dust brains in jars,
and remain a woman,
in her place, silent, silent,
invisible.
You are free now, to entrust your soul by penetrating only the first layer of pleasure, free, to have enclosed every moment in your breath, free to slip into dark, hidden, bitter places, to bear the weight of the world alone, while you listen. the music confide in you the secrets you don’t tell, send the senses to addresses where nothing speaks more of you, free to pretend not to know that freedom vanishes when you stop listening to yourself, to believe that duty is the greatest love, to give in to the moral blackmail of a social restriction, erasing all truth, free from what you wanted most of your life, you are free?What does it mean to be free? Freedom is the ability to act without constraints and impediments. But what does it mean concretely, in everyday life, to be free? I think that in the end the value of freedom can be interpreted differently, or sometimes even misrepresented. For me, freedom is choosing based on my ideas, being who I want to be, living how I want to live. To be able to make mistakes, to suffer, to regret any of these decisions, but to know that it depended solely on me and on what I felt was right. Freedom for me is authenticity. Accept myself, in what I am, including defects, in order to live a life that is mine. And to do this it is necessary to recognize the freedom of the other, what makes him free, although it may seem wrong to me. It is not true that my freedom ends where that of the other begins, but simply recognizing that of the other opens me up to a much greater horizon of freedom. Only in this way can authentic liberation be achieved. And the men who fight to make it happen are heroes. It is not easy to be free, it requires the greatest courage and the greatest responsibility. We have the courage to be free.But what is freedom? I say that it is the possibility of choosing what can make us feel good in our small way, a decision that can go against everyone and everything. Freedom is something that we must know how to control to make it ours in all respects and to be able to live it in the right way so that it can guide us, taking us far away, to the place where it is captured in its purest essence. With freedom we go to the rediscovery of deep emotions, great desires and strong experiences. There is nothing more beautiful than feeling that responsibility on you in having to choose yourself, when you want and how you want, accompanied by that adrenaline energy that flows through your veins and pumps your heart strongly, feeding your soul with joy and admiration. towards the world. Nobody, I mean nobody, must stop us on our way. A passion, a goal, a dream, a desire are ingredients for the recipe of our success, we must conquer them, with all our strength. So try it, drop everything, indulge in the magic of being free, fill yourself with hope and run towards the journey that awaits you.
To rebel means to disobey the laws and perform a series of acts against an existing power. In this case we refer to the Italian state, a geopolitical entity in which subjects are oppressed in a legal way, in which legality is an instrument of oppression, where institutions are used to oppress the population and humiliate it. Rebelling is a duty when the law becomes an instrument of persecution, when the law becomes the alibi behind which evil against the population is justified. The ministers and presidents who follow one another in the Italian state are legalized criminals, modern executioners who use the law and their faithful dogs, to maintain a network of privileges extended to millions of people who have annuities, pensions and salaries guaranteed by their position in institutions. Two entire generations have been enslaved by a generation of gerontocrats who have everything: economic, political, information control. And as if that were not enough, they begin to cheat even rejecting electoral clashes, referendums etc….
In a situation of this kind where it is oppressed through taxation and obsessive control of life, the economy, information, it is necessary to rebel, it is necessary to fight with every means against this enslaving system.
When the abuse of legality against elementary rights is evident, such as the right to have a home, the right to eat with dignity, to have the opportunity to warm up and cover up, to be able to work while doing business, to have decent and efficient services .... When the system denies all this, when one is the victim of an apparatus which no longer guarantees this but which even demolishes it, then it is necessary to rebel and destroy this system and its protagonists.
I would like to be alone with my loneliness now. walking by the sea, at dawn, with the sound of wind and waves, and the salt that ruffles my hair, and the salt that touches my skin. I would like to stay in the evening sitting on the floor of my terrace, contemplating the moon and getting lost among the stars, and feel small, insignificant and yet finally part of something, in the harmony of the firmament. Listening to the sound of crickets and cicadas as a balm for my heart. Or, still sitting on the ground, contemplate my reflection in the mirror of my room at the house, the sea, the one that overlooks the railway, and while I look at the sky, think of a future that will never be there. I have been wandering blindly for years in a skin that does not belong to me. I would like to change it. Above all, I would love to know how to do it. And then I would like to go to Los Angeles with my usual dreams in mind, meet other artists, paint and run out of all the money, and then write, write, write, and then with music in my ears, go to Alaska and merge with the green of the earth . I’m a wild spirit, you see. In captivity for too, too long. I suffer so much, I need to breathe again, to savor the rain, to make my skin burn from the sun.The dreamers. The crazy means. The drunks. The lost. The poets. The musicians. Draftsmen. Artists. The only ones. Those who have made peace with the darkness of the night. And thoughts. Those who keep defeats to themselves without ever begging for forgiveness. The funny ones. Clumsy. That every now and then they cry and say it. A little sociopathic and therefore fascinating. Those who have discovered what fear and even a little love is made of and have lived better since that day. And since that day they have been afraid of hurting. Those who in an ordinary morning after drinking a good coffee have decided to disappear. To live. To meet beauty. To go. Because this happens. Those who have left the handrail for some time and do not remember the way they went. Let alone that of the return. Masters and slaves of the truth. They. Who will certainly smile at you after a: hello how are you? They. Kiss them carefully. They. Hug them harder.But was it worth it in the end? Holy God, how irremediably my life has changed, it is always the last day of summer and I was left out in the cold without a door to get back in, I admit I had a good deal of intense moments, many have great plans but their life slips out of my hands, in the course of my life I have left shreds of heart here and there, and now I have not enough left to keep myself alive, but I try to smile, knowing that my ambition has far exceeded my talent, now I no longer find white horses or beautiful women at my door. It is the people that no one imagines that they can do certain things those who do things that no one can imagine. They always talk about democracy, progress, civilization, legality, justice etc., holy and just big words for the hierarchs, for the dominants, for the respectable, I just suck, both the first and the second, what I think is to be focused it is the condition of the “last”, of the People, the real ones, who are considered by the dominants only numbers useful for slave labor, who find themselves in unacceptable conditions of survival, who in the majority remain calm and submissive, in other cases they succumb to suicide , in others they do not accept this condition and rebel and for this reason they are “treated” with the means of democratic repression, this crap of a capitalist society should not be given signs of submission and fear, but of active rebellion
Don't cling to people, no one has to be a pillar, happiness doesn't have to depend on anyone, don't make people you love your reason for living. Each of us lives a war, a burden, do not think that those who harm you have a lighter baggage than yours, each weighs their experiences based on their inner strength. People all have flaws and will always make mistakes that they have to learn to fix for themselves, and it's okay to let them go when they want to.If they treat you badly it is a cause of weakness, fear, insecurity, people do not always understand and there are those who don't care and those who try to deal with the problem. To each their own weight. Don't allow people to dump it on you, friends, boyfriends, anyone. In love you have to feel good, mistakes can always be remedied when possible, second chances exist as long as you don't go further. Let those who still cannot understand and let go of those who want to stay for their own. No one is to blame, it is not selfishness,
the universe sometimes speaks and the wounds sometimes serve to remove or heal something toxic. Learn to give weight to dreams and your ambitions, people are guests in our life, everyone will find their part sooner or later, let those who want to be next to you do it without responsibility, appreciate the small gestures and beware of scratches, forgive but don't forget, wanting is power, but respect the choices of others without affecting you too much. Those who want to love you will love you as a single entity, not because you are one thing together, completing each other is fine, but remain split entities who have a life together and if they do not want to be with you, accept it, nobody wants to hurt you and nobody wants to harm you. bad alone. Accept the answers and fight only as far as possible, do not use insistence, go ahead.
Stay true.
The black sheep of a family are actually liberators of their family tree. Family members who do not fit into family rules or traditions, those who are constantly trying to revolutionize beliefs. Those who choose paths contrary to the well-trodden paths of family lines, those who are criticized, judged and even rejected. These are called to free the family from repetitive patterns that frustrate entire generations. These so-called "black sheep," the ones that don't fit, the ones that howl with rebellion, actually repair, detoxify, and create new thriving branches in their family tree.
Countless unfulfilled desires, shattered dreams, or frustrated talents of our ancestors are manifested through this revolt. By inertia, the family tree will do everything to maintain the castrating and toxic course of its trunk, which will make the rebel's task difficult and conflicting. Stop doubting and take care of your rarity "as the most precious flower on your tree".
You are the dream of all your ancestors.
Often, the less understood you are, the more valid what you think is. They will call you crazy, but I think being crazy is simply having the courage to be yourself. And yes, people call you "crazy" when you rebel against something, and we are taught this from an early age, that rebelling is wrong. Actually I believe rebellion is the only way out of being who we really are. Because each one taken individually has its own unique value, but we tend to homologate, they treat us and we treat each other as if we were and should all be the same. We are so slaves of this system that we do not even notice it anymore and we believe we are free, we believe that what we have in mind is our true personality, while we are still subject to society and all its conventions. If you think about it, the most important people in past and contemporary history who have brought about significant changes in the world, who have brought about improvements, have been rebels. We could all be rebels, free ourselves from the chains that bind us. Yet we persist in making choices dictated by rationality, by schemes, and not by instinct. We say we are independent, but we continue to choose on the basis of what we have been taught, not on the basis of what we are, what we feel. So ultimately, until you understand your nature, you won't be independent, but quite the opposite. This is what I think ... In short, quoting Bukowski: "When everyone is equal, everyone is nobody".
Be rebellious
and stay special.
Don't be satisfied:
dream as big as you can
aim as high as you can.
Aim for the moon, yes.
And not just any moon,
but at the full moon:
more beautiful
further.
So perfectly imperfect.
Stay special
because everyone knows how to be ordinary.
Go as far as you can:
beyond the clouds we see
beyond the seas we know
beyond the fields of daisies.
Go beyond that idea of ​​right and wrong
that all impose themselves,
as if the world really existed
what is right
is what is wrong.
There is what you want
and what you want is never wrong.
Go further.
Besides all those things that don't have a name:
invent new names
new places
new dreams
and new emotions,
because emotions and dreams are the colors of the world
because emotions and dreams shape the world.
Go further.
Beyond the calm and the storm
beyond black and white
beyond the known colors:
stumble upon the new shades
that the sky invents every day
but which few are able to see.
Go further:
look for the rare things.
Everything you need is there.
Stay special
even if life, at times,
M- maybe often, it hurts
and even if this bad
it changes you inside
if you are not strong enough
to resist.
Stay as you are:
do not let yourself be transformed by pain.
Don't become different
angry
neither self-centered.
Improve yourself,
but don't change!
Stay special
with a smile on his lips
and the joy of living in the eyes.
Don't let yourself be changed by disappointments
by those who want to make you feel wrong
because you are not
nowhere
in no time
in no way.
Be different.
Be rebellious:
stay special.
Don't be upset by events.
Find the beauty in everything,
dream big
not giving a damn about others
don't care who says you fail,
why you won't:
do what you want.
Be rebellious
be great
and you will conquer the world!
I believe that an unhappy ending is closer to real life. We grew up with too many fairy tales with a happy ending and then in life we ​​don’t know how to make it happen. But we don’t know how to make it happen simply because there is no positive ending in real life. Not even a witch’s powerful magic can change the course of events today. Not even a thousand witches or a thousand prayers. You have to see things as they are and not always illusions which then create frustration.The black sheep of a family are actually liberators of their family tree. Family members who do not fit into family rules or traditions, those who are constantly trying to revolutionize beliefs. Those who choose paths contrary to the well-trodden paths of family lines, those who are criticized, judged and even rejected. These are called to free the family from repetitive patterns that frustrate entire generations. These so-called “black sheep,” the ones that don’t fit, the ones that howl with rebellion, actually repair, detoxify and create new thriving branches in their family tree. Countless unfulfilled desires, shattered dreams, or frustrated talents of our ancestors are manifested through this revolt. By inertia, the family tree will do everything to maintain the castrating and toxic course of its trunk, which will make the rebel’s task difficult and conflicting. I am a black sheep. And I managed not to follow any flocks and not even any shepherds. I am a free animal but I am inside a golden cage, inside a house of playing cards, inside a life envied by everyone.
A lot of “forever” that by now the value of these two magical words has been lost and it is assumed that the end is coming. “Forever” means that for good and shit I will be next to you. If your head goes off, if you lose control, if you get angry and blow everything up, if you are confused *, if you are afraid, if we kill ourselves, if one day you are nervous * and you answer me badly, with “forever” I confirm that I will be there next to you, to put up with you and make you understand what is wrong and if anything also to send you to fuck, because there is but always coming back if you allow me. To endure does not mean to suffer, in fact forever lasts only if there are two of you to make it last and it is certainly not a passive who undergoes everything for the good of the two, on the contrary. The sentence is: if you allow me, ours is a “forever” Perhaps this is why no one is able to give it the right value anymore, it is a great responsibility – very beautiful – that many mistake for a burden.What then I always try to express anger in some way, to find phrases on this social network to describe people, to go crazy following certain situations, to fight to the last breath but today I realize that it is useless to waste time with people who don’t want to listen, who stab you in the back and prefer to betray you and mix in shit. Up to now I have mixed too, now it’s time to let it go. The only lesson that I have understood from all of this is that there is a time to fight and one to let go. May I always recognize them.
I don't know how many years have passed since EL James made his appearance with the fifty shades of red but since that time many women have felt free to write certain BDSM and fetish stories in which they talk about personal perversions and love stories. little details. So, you know that I write something on Wattpad from time to time, but so far I had written works in Italian but today I have decided to translate all my works into English so that more readers can read my stories. Obviously they are not all adult stories but also fictional stories and I hope to finish translating everything in a few days so that you can take a look and tell me what you think.
This is the link to the novel, which is not finished yet:
Description of the novel:
Have you ever met a strange person and do not understand what exactly is happening with this person? Situations that are lived in an absolute way, doubts, secrets. You will never know everything until the end.
IF YOU WANT TO HAVE A LOOK TO ALL OF MY NOVELS HERE IS THE LIST:
How does the system work? The system works thanks to you, in such a refined way that you feed it 24 hours a day and are totally unaware of it. You are part of it through two apparently different paths. The first is the way of submission and obedience. You are a slave identified with the system whose regime you share, nurture and defend. You do not object because you do not even suspect that you are completely asleep. The second is the way of rebellion and the sense of injustice. You are a slave who does not share the regime, but you feed it with your detachment; you are convinced that you are not part of it, in reality you identify with anger, frustration, anxiety and pain, things that the system is greedy for. The more pissed you off, the more you expand it, the more it expands, the more pissed you off. Even if in everyday life they seem two different roads, they are the same road. Above all, what your mind intends to do has already been predicted and calculated by the system, indeed you have it in your brain because the system has caused you to behave in a certain way, so every time you think you are fighting something external to you, you are only reinforcing the illusion. No one has ever won a social war, the system has only allowed it to move to a later stage. I told you, then you see. The only way out is to disidentify
since childhood a child is educated
so that she becomes a young lady
and that she can have a husband and
have children. a child is educated
to endure so many unpleasant feelings.
she is also educated to cook, clean,
and do everything a man expects from her.
no account is taken of what a child has
inside her. but his childhood is violated
with expectations that are necessarily
linked to a life submissive to a man.
this is accentuated if the child is abused.
then it will become passive, submissive,
docile and dead.
a child's upbringing focuses on the inner
death of her being so that she cannot rebel
against any man.
when I was a child my grandmothers
wanted me to think already of a
boyfriend, marriage and my future
as a mother. they gave me dolls
that looked like babies.
and they wanted me to learn to
feed and dress them and treat them
like real babies.
and for me all this was very strange.
I wanted to play with children,
I liked their Lego cars.
but my mother scolded me.
forced me to wear clothes with
little flowers. he wanted me to always
have long hair. he wanted me to be good
and kind. because this was the kind
of woman men wanted.
but I didn't understand anything
about couple relationships.
I loved helicopters and planes.
but the tradition had to be inculcated
in my head. and I rebelled and argued
with my mother. as a girl I didn't want
to wear makeup. my favorite colors were
those for painting. but she was always
angry with me and made me feel wrong.
THE PRODIGY OF IDEAS 