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KALEIDOSCOPE 02 - The letter from the dead




"Dear Gabriel.
is the will, the will to communicate that prompted me to again take up my pen to write. I lingered long at the phone, but I decided that I preferred ink smudging a letter .... already, like ink stains on scenes where words run, dance, make a bow and leave the stage to give way to other words-actresses, actress, because the target of a meaning that goes beyond what is expressed clearly, is a state of mind, my entire being that the words should be interpreted.
more fluid in this way than with the dry-electric buzzing harshness that they assume the phone is not it? Besides, there are things through a phone can not explain or understand, how the will to communicate silently, the quiet and sorrowful silence, that strange, harmonious intimacy of thoughts whizzing like bows for violins or drift lazily as water a mountain stream, a silence full, satisfying, but, for some strange reason, the moment where I am living it, it scares me.
And then call it? A phone outline with no facial expression, without the flashes in my eyes speak louder than words. The letter is basically just a means of last resort. The truth
is that I want to talk face to face, but your voice terrifies me, I always seem to feel in your weight of all items in the world, voices not spoken, whispered in his mind, voices that others might not perceive, but I did, and I can assure you that those whispers become a deafening silence.



You might wonder why I'm writing just to you ...
... because you are my greatest failure.
When you were born I had hoped so much that you would become a bad son, then the greater would be your imperfection, the more I loved you ... but you were always perfect, so I wanted to hate you, but I could not do that either this.
Have you ever wondered why I called Gabriel? See when your grandparents were born long been uncertain whether to call Michael or Gabriel. They chose the first name, and it was as if choosing that, had they chosen all of me, even as a child I believed myself to be under the name I was given ... but Gabriel was all that I was not and that I could be. Gabriel was my shadow, the embodiment of my concern, the model imagery that left me drowning in a sea of \u200b\u200bbile and frustration ... every time I was reprimanded for something I imagined that it would have been Gabriel Gabriel because he would do better me, every time I lose a race, a challenge, not only lost with myself, I lost against him, and every time I saw Gabriel unhappy smile.
was perfect, it was what I wanted to be, and I hated his perfection, so I called Gabriel: in the vain hope that you crack that perfection.
How many times I wondered if it was possible, if we could say, that I could not hate him.
Then I understood. I realized that hating Gabriel (that is, his idea, my idea of \u200b\u200bhim), hating the idea of \u200b\u200bGabriel, the idea of \u200b\u200bGabriel, who was created by me, I hate myself as well.
That part of me that created the idea of \u200b\u200bGabriel, but to be able to hate, is itself hated by me. I hate Gabriel, who is in me, and I hate it because there is not, because there is, because in reality there .... there is in me.
So I wanted to kill me by Gabriele, hating myself for not being him, I took Gabriel to hate me because he did not exist in me, in fact, exist not in me, did not exist except as a comparison, as a mental image, was Picture of Dorian Gray turned upside down.
But now I won, I, I!! Gabriele hath been spotted! The feathers of its wings are black, stained with pitch and heavy, heavy, like those of a seagull entangled oil, the oil spills around him grabs him with caresses of a deadly cloud of despair .... ... I see him, with hands dipped in blood, chino, desperate, tries to collect the broken shards of his shattered halo.
I'm happy.
So ends my story. "

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KALEIDOSCOPE 01 - Smiles existential




Gabriel smiled. Gabriele smiled heartily. She smiled for the first time in his life, even if, strictly speaking, already with her first smile he had in him the certainty of the existence of other conscious smiles, perhaps never actually realized, ever made, but at least mentioned, if only because Gabriel was made so, and just as himself, because Gabriel was quite possible to smile before, and this was enough to give coherence to those memories of smiles he could do .... if it had existed before now, before this, his first action, before this smile .....
.... It should look quite messy affair in the eyes of Gabriel. The matter of
smile mean, well, I think even the existence, but in the end could be the same. The smile
el'esistere.
least for Gabriel, who has not yet had experience of smiles disconnected existence, or existence separate from the smiles.
For this, I think, Gabriel decided he would always smile, at least until there.
So I think the author who gave birth to Gabriel has just hated it.
for its existence, for his smile, if not both. In fact, I think that gave him life (created in this way) just to be able to hate freely.
do not know, ultimately I know very little Gabriel, he is not my character, my character is the author, I gave him a name, a coincidence because I do not hate him, I called Michael; to be honest I almost left that was created by him, I made an author even though I still love the idea of \u200b\u200bsomething, then I'll leave that for him to choose, I gave him a world in which to live, a more or less than that in which I live too, but not the same, on the other hand I'm not him and he is not me.
I do not know if you can see the world, that I created for Michael, just know that there will be Michael to decide whether or not there have to talk. That figure
mean I'm doing! It is my work and I do not know practically nothing, to be honest I let the story, my story, which is also his History (of life, of course) if the write yourself Michael.
stupid, a game? You will say that if I created my character with a specific personality, then I will know necessarily its history and what he chooses to do.
But no. I gave Michael a specific personality, but as far as I know this I can not say with certainty what will be the actions of Michael. In front of
each of us open up infinite possible actions, and for that matter, we can not even say with certainty we know what decisions we take in our lifetime (or within one day !!!).
But back to Gabriel, since the only thing he did was make Michael Gabriel. To tell the story of what I have to then follow the history of this.
I wonder whether it is possible that Michael has chosen to crush your life in the art, almost like a blanket to enter into a tightly packed suitcase, a suitcase maybe beautiful, but that certainly does not allow you to bring back everything.
Well, if this were my story, its history, merely be the story of Gabriel.
We'll see.

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Since the period of total madness because the thesis, I have little time to devote to the blog, so I decided to post a story already written (Actually, the basis already existed for years, but recently I had slightly modified) . I have divided into different parts for ease of reading, and to have something to post about anything at this stage due to creative commitments. The story is deliberately complex (even in the plot), if I were to describe the call as a labyrinthine metaracconto, because the chronological order of the various parts to be reconstructed a posteriori.