Thankyous In Ceremony Programs

Groundhog to suffer from insomnia. An annoying, painful, persistent insomnia. Full of thoughts that break the breath. That any attempt to stifle the reaction.
I live in my dreams, confused, a thousand inexplicable events. Bouncing from one to another, without reason or explanation. Throwing a ball from American football to someone who does not know from one bank of the Tiber to the other, finding myself in a colorful and busy airport, including drapes and chairs and red lights like in a theater, waiting in the wings on a flight I do not know where the destination, walk into an apartment with windows overlooking Central Park in New York and fly from the ledge and fly fly above the trees, the Metropolitan Museum fly, fly across the lake and the city to the sea, fly over the ocean, free.
happens instead remains awake. That dreams fade away like feathers in the wind. That reality is another. And I'm here I leave traces of my wheels on the ground where I buried my amici. Sono qui che disprezzo compiaciute situazioni di un tempo. Un tempo passato dal ritmo serrato, impazzito.
Ho visto una generazione senza ideali, senza sogni, senza valori, senza voglia, disadattata per volontà, bruciare rapida come carta velina. LI ho visti abbracciati a una bottiglia, a una lattina, a una siringa. Li ho visti viaggiare in altri mondi, e ho condiviso mollti viaggi e molti abbracci. Li ho visti morire annoiati da se stessi. Annoiati dal piccolo mondo che si erano creati e in cui sguazzavano come girini. Li ho visti tramutarsi in rane, ma mai in principi azzurri. Mentre io combattevo per restare in vita, loro combattevano per lasciarla. E con tenacia ci sono riusciti.
Li ricordo cosciente, li ricordo in sogno, li ricordo to keep them alive. I would like to have them next to celebrate the life they left behind, which basically is not that bad. I am ashamed of letting them go, he did not have the strength to hold them, not being an example. But no one can be an example for those who have eyes. For those who have no conscience. Then toast unconsciousness, blindness, the futile phrases fact, the distorted thoughts and obsessive. Toast absence, loneliness, and chaos. A toast to impotence, selfishness and nights in the arms of oblivion. And drink a toast to peace that I hope they have found, after a lifetime fighting. Merry Christmas.