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 -Switch the music off- said my literary one of best friends Paolo O. Martin interrupting consuming his daily portion of cereals.- It reminds of a time passing.

 After this statement he wiped his mouth with a napkin and put his spoon inside of the bowl, letting me know that he is no longer hungry.

 - The passing time is the most depressive thing in the world- continued my friend, who diagnosed himself with depression long ago.- If you think about it coming from the right point of view, it's actually the only depressive thing in the world. Because everything is all about time. Without it, we would just enjoy a moment.

Ms Adorable's lightness of being

 No matter if you wake up in the worst-itchy mood towards reality, hopelessly keeping your eyes closed for the cobwebs, you will certainly feel a piece of sun wether Ms Adorable is the one to uncover the window. In reality, she's doing this every morning. It's been two months since I've been living with Michelle Adorable.

 Living with someone like her, you're posing for a picture every morning. You cannot act otherwise, when you wake up with her blond curles and round Marilyn Monroe's hips, and her undeniable charm seeming to be saying 'Smile!'. 

 My neighbour Mr Charming is happier than ever, having finally his company in undoubtful happiness. Everyday at work I just can't wait for coming back home, to see their full of harmony smiles and faces slowly  sailing in peace, while they offer me a sweet camomile tea. Just to wonder if in their sleep, there is a floral smell coming from the sky, and a gentle mist sneaking around them to cheer up their minds.

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And once in a while, I create an another reality on the page to jump in and forget.

My Dad

 This post will be simply about an amazing man. My dad.

 Amongst all of the things I ever owed Marilyn Monroe, I can't not to recall today the song "My heart belongs to daddy'. My dad's portrait is the ultimate thing which will never work for me. Because it's too much left to say.

 In my memories my dad is standing in his workshop, surrounded by hard smell of vernix, which never bothered me, smoking a cigarette even though he had quit already two years ago.It always has to be summer, with a sunshine lighting the workshop through the window, and softly melting in cigarette fumes in wooden walls, so home. My dad's face in mind in winter seems to be incomplete like most of his sketches. There has to be summer, with fresh tomatoes for a salad, and an empty beach with a lake to go to with your bike. The picture is staying incomplete, because there is so much to say, just like he always says, in arts like in life, some things are better incomplete.

 My dad believes that visual arts should create emotions like music. That there is a level of perception to be necessarily reached, beyond everything which could be obvious. Arts should never give you a ready image. Just like in life, when everything is clear, there is just no fun. 

 My dad is... how old? There was supposed to be a happy birthday, but maybe we should leave this post incomplete. How do you think, dad?

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 And once in a while, I create an another reality on the page to jump in and forget.

Fast Food Love

 There is a brand new product on the market I am dying to tell you about. Usually, it's free, you just have to pick it up in the right moment on the right corner. It's called Instant Love, and it has been created in response for the deepest customers' desires. 

 It's free, fun and easy to be used. You don't have to order it online, though it's one of the way you can get it. It can be also easily found on the street if you take enough time on your way home. It's ready to be taken, you just have to heat it up a bit and you can have it straight away. Package includes wrapped emotions, frozen life changing experiences, fake intimacy and pretended orgasm. It can be consumed immediately, filling you with dreamy insights of safety. This magnificent feeling is easily within reach and can be yours just after you put it on the plate.

 This is rare that one product can respond so fast to all of your needs. Love was never as cheap and as available as now, thank to this amazing technology of nowadays. 

 At the end, it's really simple to enjoy this delightful journey. Once your Instant Love sandwich is ready, you can easily swallow it. 

 But before you finalize it, think carefully. Once your ready love is swallowed, your plate is empty forever, like an old box from the TV in the storage.

A Coffee Long

 There is a day on a map of every month. This is a day meant to contain a spare time. For me spare time is an unusual occasion to jump into another reality, draw a situation and just sneak inside unspotted, leaving behind me a world of a grey kitchen. The problem is that a day like that is usually specifically long. A coffee long. 

 Today, caught in Monkey Seduction I was watching a picture on a page feeling tied to the chair. The page was empty. I was hung over my imagination, couldn't find any input to set me free on this sad Wednesday. Of course, I had my coffee, and a lot of desires tearing my mind til it find a way away. But it was like the waves going against me recently, the ones to overcome and the ones not to let around. And I realized that once Monkey Seduction passes, there is nothing else behind. Just an empty page, and my silent mind trying to swallow the flies falling down through past two weeks of my life. The doubt, the constancy hidden in disappointment and an unexpected visit of The Guy I Lived With. The silence of a night, a sight, an old disappointment, old fear, bad fear, new fear, new hope, new dust, new smile, new day, new chance to draw. New blink of your eyes. 

 And I wanted to give you a magical island tonight. But it passes. The page is empty. Time to go to bed, to let the mind sleep so the demons can come around.