Loe raamatut: «It's Already Us In Ten Minutes»
Gerardo D`Orrico
ISBN: 9788835411130
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Table of Contents
Cover
It`s Already Us In Ten Minutes
Short biography
Preface
1. Your dark rooms
2. Elderly age
3. The dynamics of the pancreas
4. Sino Polis
5. What changes
6. Mercury, you and I
7. The importance of clay
8. ISO 400 Photography by CS
9. We are not those people
10. My good is the good
11. Your clothes in the window
12. Fantasy sometimes flies like ‘the thought
13. Maybe you want to listen a little
14. Beautiful, playful floor
15. Bananas
16. The quality of the Sun
17. Do you have any other ideas
18. The unknown public
19. Summer settings
20. Physics of light radiation
21. We’re already us in ten minutes
Epilogue
Short biography
Gerardo D’Orrico was born in Cosenza on March 6, 1976. After completing my high school I attended the universities of Arcavacata (CS) and Bologna but without a degree, I have a good knowledge of computer science and some musical instruments. My youth was between the residence of Luzzi (CS) and Cosenza for studies or in the hometown of my mother Villapiana (CS) by the sea. I have made many trips in Italy and someone abroad, after the military service I helped my father with his work and I dedicated myself to writing prose as well as continuing my passion for computer science and software programming, I created and manage a web-site (beneinst.it) where everyone can enter their pages for free: letters, poems, drawings, pictures, photos. So far I have published four books: 1. The good and the bad, memories 2. An ash ceiling 3. We Are Already Ten Minutes Ago 4. Say it yourself. I live in Luzzi where, among other occupations, I continue to write or revise my texts and research for technological art.
Youth photo
Preface
This diary is the third book written by me, an exploration of urban and suburban environments to observe humans and modern objects. Representations in philosophical or mathematical form in order to find the right amount of motion, proof that good is a higher feeling certainly than evil, the right repetition of always the same things to confirm that here you can not say the false is much less realize it. A certain practicality that can be associated with a manual on socio-political rights, then the different forms of exit from a modern unhealthy or incorporeal being. The becoming of one’s own experiences, of one’s own dreams in their reality, without basic problems to confirm an overall human evidence, finally the transfer of social and anthropic material so much contested in these years after the year two thousand. The period of the twenty-one letters contained reaches from December 2008 to July 2010, english translation by Fatima Immacolata Pretta. Good reading,
Gerardo D’Orrico
1. Your dark rooms
31.12.2008
The attempt to make people understand verb or action, who or the other study that openly leads us to the most disturbing delinquent, the divine possibility of not believing or not being. One day of celebration is also the next, the reality is always that, we moved to feel that true, you are in evil? ...and yet it’s so difficult, still for a while eh, you usually repeat a case, you have to accept it or better you have to build a law, a solution on daily horrors in forms, acts forced in that way. Those damn troubles make our life a sweetness, there we see well forward but no one has ever spoken of thieves here, who is the first to say what we live today and who exists. Thousands of rules to respect, rules without ever saying that that error is not part of life, your commitment to others is your presence even in your absence. Errors, commissions, naval ports, land areas view or accuracy, you think that it is a false life or fallacious, what it says here will go in a software package or something else.
What I don’t know, they explain in two lines just to keep quiet, they don’t have to make fun of us are people those things, different individuals create the difference in your vacuum, everything there is exists from zero on. Here the ruler is evil! I almost suffocate again... they’ll denounce us ah, and then they’ve never done anything, they won’t get anything out of it. We live addicted and bored that afterwards it’s like before, it’s not just on this particular occasion, what you wanted to tell me later we’ll talk about it. They seem to me a shadow on the world no necessity, just the total absence of everything, where and when to go, leave to leave an unhealthy. All things forbidden that are good but, the truth remains a road without mistakes, after all there is no other bad, they want to take us to a part where we do not exist, where there is no me as an idea or, as a person for example, an open field where there is no one, then there kill us forever. One key is that you are here, no one left because you were missing, while the false as the cold shower, are five hundred books to read to know.
Here an exchange of person is normal, being here is just an expletive, it will be the air we breathe nobody does anything, it seems the usual song is instead life, what sadness what has been created by the indifference of the tragedy. Whoever wins is cancelled by mistake and that’s it, it’s all wrong to get out of here you need to call the law, the police or a lawyer beause it’s not a dream or the other, but a tragedy of others in your life. People complain that ‘the future is the past, the existence of another is necessary to distinguish the parties, a hundred points for all people that is not dead. There is always an explanation why we are alive, what we do, are doing it as the opposite but then only one act has arisen the lytics of these times that modern times are passed but smell of centuries ago, as true as the blindness that we bring, more true still, more true, here is a unique reality, all ‘the world has changed, people and measures is not true, it is not past but present the future. Words that have a taste of constant renewal, like a rebirth under a new sign. Renewal is renewal, anti-death in life. Dangerous business they say, better would be others steal, thieves of beautiful things that have always been and will be the right ones, while others know nothing of the impossible things. The immobility of a movement creates an inner resurgence, no one will denounce us is just too much fear of that thing that no one has solved, changed. The music is over now where you go alone, there are things that shine, others of gold.
After lunch I’ll have to leave again, I’ll go where this place doesn’t exist anymore, the memory is the access key, if you want to lose a key to enter the house, we have almost nothing left. You still have some of those orange blossoms in this war without borders, since yesterday it still persists today, it does not want to end up continuous as life is recurring or, continue for a fake that to call it already feels better, and we are still here, me or you, the many of those who will be fantasy.
Solutions in this world are endless or, better to say under a million, in this period that the world has changed it is said that it is over, but finally it is just another while it is already day, the light will come again, there are only many more of us as many things have not been done also this year, the folds of the past, it seems to take a degree to understand your time, to complain or judge there is always space but, what you wanted where it is, what really exists. My dream is life, will there be joy where a state is installed, where these problems no longer exist?! The present will no longer be past, like the mud on rhetoric, it is what we will have ten minutes before, half an hour before or the day before now.
A harmony of voices is words that conquer us, an extraordinary interest at breakfast, a strange world to say the least envelops us to continue the day, stuffed is embellished with an unknown identity that everyone chooses, if bad or ugly for me, is the worst possible situation today instead. Those who must speak must be helped, those who say that that speech is wrong, those who free is for a few, in the sarcasm of tragedy, who speaks is the solution. Base not obvious but completion of another work, which must be finished, not fraudulent of a disappearance in life or, illegal and legal. Enlightened, I stay home with a few friends and family. Photocopies of life or words in other situations, you know what has already passed sometimes does not return, it is certain that someone is offended, perhaps insulting is not good so it has always been better alone, in parallel universes, all earthly, simple and cheated.
Allowing the reality of a wrong knowledge, unhealthy and its quantity, does not create concrete things to be clear, if they were not impostors even in the past, remember those negative things then, today you will see what a complication if the problem is inserted again, it seems like we were born yesterday where we live. Remaining in the past is another thing, by the way, it will also be the business of our company today where we are, like the mathematical thought of what we wanted to present the future, instead it was a remote past but, not a verb like time... ok thanks, continuing you will find your exes and stories where you cannot lie.
The day that has no taste, colourless people who interest us, where we will have made a mistake, we are not here or in these parts, already let’s leave that thing alone then, it was not too far ahead will be just words and, obscene matters of blood. Invented also ‘the fact that no one solves, you go up from the ground floor to the eightieth only with an elevator that was built then, placed in that place for that reason. Look outside the house, you don’t have to make fun of me if the reality has to be explained is people, in short I am what you say. Do what you want to do if it’s right or okay for you, you know how many objects even thoughts were forbidden long ago, respecting the law everything is allowed, it was not true that here is wrong or everything is forbidden, to think about it well is ignorance or power. The master does evil there.
What? Boxes, hidden objects that have no light of experience from ignorance, from forgetfulness, after all it was the same this piece of furniture, is what it is about, it is said what is concrete. Don’t ever stop already, then the batteries run out, so what does it matter somewhere you had to finish but, it’s absence of state, absence of those wonderful laws that would make us more beautiful that instead make us continue roughly so: me, you then all are always more or the opposite stop, it was forbidden even this solid years ago, say or do without fault of who it was, as we are true contemporaries.
A wrong blood group, with the wrong story and then silences, nothing worse but someone is informed about the future that is no longer a bad thing, okay but it is also beyond already, it has always been known, someone says it because he has taken the wrong road but, for this reason too, there is a path. We travel together with the world, and we are already absurd things in the wrong places, even just to make us make mistakes could seem the state instead it was evil, and I told you everything. Now the things to be said have multiplied, they’re getting faster while a basic procedure has already been called for a good or, therefore, for a human encounter that has already been modified before. It’s all by chance, Madam, or, it’s a bad thing to throw away, who hasn’t made us sew our complete dress. A software is not recommended to me by a friend, the State or other, but a study of personal sectors, understood as a future to avoid.
It ends where you’ve gone, in the speeches you make, a very slight question sometimes just software but present as the mistakes you do not make, things no one will see, the people you frequent. What you did, what you expect, what deleted you in the program, what you had to do that you didn’t realize. The concept exists, you can’t delete it, they want to make you forget it as superfluous, maybe you think they will make you forget what you have to do, but, you only forget the act you had to do, and it’s already a crime it belongs to the creator, you will remember where the boat will land, the bank. After all, that’s the way things went, nobody said anything and everything disappeared.
Look around you go over the fiery hill, you are reborn becoming yourself again after a mistake, on this planet at the end of the year zero eight, of infinite forms, some people push saying in a while you finish, nothing will happen again, instead you continue, so now this is life. You are a good thing, your duty is a single thing, you have to do what was good once upon a time, what you didn’t do remains for later, like your dark rooms. Where there is no one, you should spend the whole day, the whole life.
Other, other speeches afterwards will all be wrong, it seems like the wind is blowing against us. What you did not accept will come back, like what was said sinning not to be true, even if only to do the same things and then to die, nobody tells us how things are, you just talk, you can’t do anything for those badly built realities, who are those then, who is after all your great person, an incorrect Italian after a catastrophe of millions of people, in silence.
The problem is at the beginning, once explained its fundamental entities for this existence, it gets better and better, as sometimes words consume themselves, without even being said. If you want everything for us, if you find the cornerstones for which the decisions are, steal it but what, the day is already over, beyond everything and all the things to love and say, there is to make order in the chaos of our injustices, after all that has not been done in this past year, it will never end, instead you look better or you turn around and it’s walready over, as other objectivities have become three-dimensional objects, that’s how important they are.
Too much is too much, you only succeed on one side where it was right to go before, after all the most effective. Flowers that ‘the day ends behind its light, inside an evening that does not end if not in Rome ends. At the end of the end, after only we leave anyway, so as not to return to the place where we weren’t there at that hour, where life begins to create itself in history. We are all that life needs, if we are the ones who change nothing abnormal happens, it is already solved what they are looking for, panting for people you see passing under the window of the house. Sometimes you just have to talk, sometimes it’s just a little too spicy, like in a city that you can’t do anything, because we don’t already exist, try talking to that strange guy of our friend to see what he thinks about the situation. Tell him, how can I tell you, that you’re not in it anymore. I’m still sleepy breathing, advice here is expensive.
“Hello you had to start somewhere, you could start by removing what you are not, what they make you understand for yourself or belong to you more... your deep teasing.” Bye G
2. Elderly age
31.01.2009
To live or to remain without the possibility of not believing in the good, and to know when you have been robbed. I imagine so also my third age or, a journey into loneliness, such a confrontation that life cannot betray, much worse than to say a marriage. Certainly a political relationship interested in a social part of us when we were young, the imaginative view of the present with its never-ending developments, a moment in life made not only of memories but, of a deep knowledge and whole consciousness.
A mirror to know is that dark evil that takes away the light from the true truth, that still escapes the word, the actions or the works that we all dream of being present. I know that place where you want us to meet again, where you said it was better to see each other or, how many steps there are for that beyond that knows a lot of this way, how terrestrial is that monster that you need to avoid, and it is still there that does not know what you want, every problem arises where the competence to argue ends. The fundamental axis of displacement towards the third age is not a problem, given the large number of people and ideas that carry us forward the day, it would be better to erase the loneliness. The universal starts from the world that has changed, words are even more useful than before, like a capacious object in our city, it seems to be all at stake as when we were children, we do not know what happened not for the real but, it goes for the dream that is said to be interrupted because it is in the air, not in the aqueducts of our Main City that nobody can say, which for everyone is so. Sometimes it is difficult to speak, often we are prevented by those temporal causes, where we do not correspond with reality we dissociate ourselves from the present or rather from the recent past.
While the century is going, we remain as others say we do, and then it goes on, or it worked the future prospects are really varied, not a canon of ideas that that party wants you to believe. Belief is dear in these times, even if an erasure cannot last forever, the century of good is already recovering, a light in the picture at sunset or, at dawn, heals wounds. Our address, our memories, the dream sometimes appears, one is no longer alone which is better. Afterwards you will see the taste inside, a nothing to the taste of gunpowder, so they still tell us that it is not us or, that this speech goes out of the line, a world of rubbish but certainly not wrong to speak our concrete thought.
Loneliness a subject like other unsocial, like being death or empty space, sometimes it’s the words that don’t come out of your mouth or you can’t get them out yourself, it’s everyday problems not to talk about it. A tangle of absences and essences that do not build, weights of temporal measures, of what you will do next, of space and above all old age, what it will be to be old. All in one place, in a mine, the false, the profane, the things that are not good, the real current living situation, the real name of what you are looking for, the taste of sweet and bad then, you will tell me not me to you what you have to say or do, a sort of thing that resembles the heart, study or read about the time that passes between a pause and the other then happened, you add what is yours.
Old age must never lead to loneliness because, the present can be future, here words sometimes escape, as I have heard many wrong ideas, for example we are already dead or others say that we are not whole, complete or completed, we will be old we want absolute peace. The problem it was that nobody knows what is proposed is nothing, how serious it was the possibility of saying one thing at a time or, if something cannot be you.
That strange wave from where it came from, it never happened to you, be careful who you talk to, nobody says they know anything while the abuse and injustice are passed by law, they tell you to go on living, as written history is reality, the truth then betray themselves. At night at three or four in the morning you can see better what happened the day before, how can you say I don’t know, remember it’s not a personal task what you are looking at. Someone lives in the wrong place, we are the wrong ones, we are all going to end up the same way as nothing, better to say it’s not all at will, we have never said who is bad or who has won, it seems but it takes strength to rise again, that’s how much in the year zero nine, see there are those who think that ‘the good is past and the future as before, it’s a matter of regularity or, of percentage increases in itself, people come later, life is after death, it’s a legal matter what you don’t say, people are beyond everything, it’s real not a fake.
A day like any other the discovery of America, strange as many things on this planet are strange, with the cadences of a universe in between, issues so big that the several thousand people involved made confusion. Waning Moon seems like a movie I’ve already seen, stop the lobotomy, remember who said it must end dear minister representative of the State or, where was it completed? seemed like small problems instead are memory lapses, disagreements or discords between our loved ones then, we are constantly beaten otherwise we saw better, pause. America who knows what you’re doing today, it’s better to continue on the ground too many films that are being discussed. Being old is not as wrong as being young but, just a great repentance, then you need a division of the parties, so for horror to say blame.
It’s better to rest and wait, where we live it’s not quiet, there’s no appetite anymore, words are not just words sometimes saying them is already an abuse, just thinking is not right. Wars, persistence and beliefs that approach the walls of what? Sometimes if you don’t speak, you don’t understand what’s wrong with what they’ve done to you, according to the government you’ll do everything by yourself, have fun you’ll become a thing not a construction, you can’t find the accounts without punches, we’ll continue but the air is so sharp almost suffocating. We want the will and power while no one will solve those problems, we are already well, the good pay is convincing us but, it exists now, today in how many cuts we have, how low they have sent us, on the other hand no one insults only the air, for example if you keep your head still on one side you see that it is solved, while on the other without you noticing, the same thing is not solved. Sing today: good has been obliterated, he who recovers has been lynched for sorcerer or witch, fantasy governs.
The dream is where you were, where you can’t imagine it. Where were you five minutes ago who had arrived? It’s very difficult to have a whole person show up here, it’s very rare what you had to go and do, many times it wasn’t even your job, just take a look at your personal defence, just run away. The dream, the nightmare doesn’t want to end, the relationship has become absurd, understand me if one wants to continue alone, we are not awake yet. The idiocy is great when you put, by the way, life can become a waste of time, like believing that what comes from the East is good! Soon the boys are already eighteen years old, it’s if you watch on video the solution to all our problems exists, you know that the air of lies is not here, but around here.
They say that including the complaint goes all to one side, like a train that passes over the road you are traveling, instead nothing is not coming, nothing will be done, they are the culprits, old age, the dream that does not want to end or maybe something under the teeth. Stunned remained the world when they declared the truth, existences said as they are and, we are still here, did you know the beyond the grave? with a little ‘calm you clarify a screen full of blood.
After the Sabbath comes a quiet day, peace is for everyone but, strange if you look around there is not even the air of what was supposed to be, there are people who ask me about the structure of good, what you want as soon as you get up you cannot do evil, I’m awake for about fifteen minutes strange life, does not disappear is assimilated, overcome. As long as that climb or a staircase of more than a thousand steps, so tell me is not gone, the other one is gone, you’ve already heard the words of this last part of my speech: it’s not guilt but, belief in God.
In the secret of the words, lies your main interest. As the world stalls watching, people, colours. Our traps are the big words that deal with small people during this disaster. The incredulity of people is like the force that is not expressed to realize our energy, our conquest, that does not know it is not us.
It was reality our dream but better not discuss the emptiness, because we are all the same, is still the place the other day was called Equilibrium as ‘l film, that is a swastika without extended arms from the sides, while that goes, do not look at it. Anyway we’ll become old, we’ll listen, we’ll watch, we’ll lose everything to make a long story short then, check what you find and go back to your room at home without instructions, you’ll see you don’t understand well you think but, actually you’re fine. Talking yes to grow up but, it’s a great work of words from emptiness to disownment, of the individual person, just look at the rain that falls while those who still want to lure us, still alive also dresses as an old man or a couple, a single but it’s always him or her, it’s called and is the horrendous.
So we are one step away from paradise is for no reason you can have everything ahead, a complaint seems a must, where you go I do not walk in another room, you will see there are no solutions to a problem already solved that someone says, if not his only solution. Whoever thinks that once the problem is solved, that is, you or I will be left with nothing, in the memory of what was or who was there, goes too fast... this was a help. Lobotomy, demagnetization of consciousness and memory, past or recent. I think you live but everything else is as boring as the song, you live yes but down, the reasons for not being a great person, the superior advantage, freedom is the same for everyone if you understand what is a word of blasphemy then, the speech continues. The hour is delayed I think I’ll finish writing for a while, it’s really difficult to talk with a contemporary especially today that will be January. If we are always in a room where those things are, I wanted to tell you a few years ago, if you don’t come out of it, mistakes are always more and more but, if you think about it, the thought is nothing if you look in front of who you are talking to, they are not mistakes of our company but of the air.
I know the balance is important but if you want a translator for every common feeling, word or situation, we haven’t understood the good yet. When everything is lost, nothing is lost, people lack the word as misfortune is part of our life. Do you want to keep drinking? There is no such thing as emptiness, not me but the air has changed, you don’t understand it’s no longer here or, you’re not here, therefore was evil. Life is after more other things that they don’t say on television, like that we have to be helped like an old man, as if life goes on without what I don’t know, then you do it if you don’t ask for your imposed key It. There’s no one here. Oh, come on, the world’s already over, I’m kidding.
Bye G.
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