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Sasha

Sasha is a guy simply beautiful and quiet, with a past so many dreams and forget to keep in mind for the future.
The pain Sasha is a tear of blood line the knife in his stomach.
Sasha smokes, he says, to change the taste of the world.

got up early that morning. The last drops of rain gave way at dawn.
walked quickly, but the road under his feet ran slow, seemed to make him strength.
aspiration in the smoke of his last and threw the cigarette butt off watching him in a puddle. Andrej
awaited him sitting at the edge of the fountain in the square.
Sasha came up and both looked straight at me.
"So are you going?" Andrei asked, without lifting his eyes, his voice low and choked by a lump in my throat.
Sasha responded by nods her head.
The two lower to his head and looked at the square beneath their feet.
"Well hello," said Andrej voice low and even more serious.
"Hello," said Sasha with a serene and left by his friend.

Sasha went, without turning more toward his way.

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renounce, throwing away our dreams and we end
, melancholic, with regret, at times almost
chase,
from far away, where there are now unattainable.
Just because we feared that this might become,
so we made them ourselves.
Framers of our fear, we ignore
that dreams are made not only to be made, but
, first of all,
happy to wake up in the morning.

Never stop dreaming, never stop believing

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the night of intelligent thought

All day I spent in the silence that accompanies a note in music and combines with the other, while all around loud, sometimes even festive , was life.
And now the sun there is no more and it seems that it never was.
closed down the dance of lights and sounds in the dark, the room appears to me immobile.
Not to break the unchanged state to which he has surrendered all that is around me, I, I sit motionless, in silence.
My hand, that seems so pale in the dark, through the darkness to take with me in sending seek comfort in the dark night.
the laughter echoes in my tears of death, the desire to ambirla oscillates around me.

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Dear Andrej,
I write, making use of the theory for which Kundera's characters have independent thoughts and opinions by the author, to bring a question. It
a matter on which I found myself thinking, and about which I can not be certain of the accuracy or completeness of my deduction.
Did you ever hear a song, watch a movie, read a book and find a meaning but can be a good reason to doubt that is what the author wanted to communicate?
I cite as an example a frivolous song in Latin America which claims that life is a carnival :
after the first listen it's easy to think that the singer wants to tell us that in life you think of fun, but to think well, especially after etymological analysis, the meaning may be much more profound: life is prey to a reversal of roles (carnival), so we live a life on earth in which those who are in the top of the scale of social values \u200b\u200bshould instead be in the lower echelons and vice versa.
At this point I may ask, in that case as in others, if such a meaning that is concealed in the original idea was the author or not.
I think so, although it may happen that the author himself does not know. That is not something that we see too many where there, but something that has escaped him. If so would
ch'esiste a universal intelligent thought that man has unconsciously and it shares with all others but not in the know, that it is a latent thought.
happen then that such a thought emerges and someone will grab him but did not pick it up at the bottom, creating, through this idea while remaining himself ignorant of the meaning (or one of the meanings) that it bears within itself.
two found us in a very special bond I would like to know your opinion about it. With love

author.

Dear Author, but as
pops into your mind like a fairy tale? This
then: imagine that there is a kind of intelligent thought that lingers in us without our knowledge, an absolute value from which we sometimes draw.
If there is something above man is not certainly his thought.
It 's normal to find a different concept from what an author wanted to communicate with his work: it simply means that we personified in it and so do we take our own subjective view.
According to this vision we have our arguments and draw personal conclusions, and these will obviously be different from the original.
But you also knew the Latins: Quot homines, tot sententiae .
invites you to not lose more than your time on pointless philosophical discussions that do not lead to considerations other than channeled into fanciful and outlandish. Rather
write something about me, gives life to my thinking, let me say anything yet I never said, let me reveal the secrets that still had not asked and that I live and transmit the emotions that everyone wants to try at least once on your skin.
Resign in short, to become a writer. With devotion

your character.