Good And Evil, Memories. Gerardo D'Orrico

there is a good, money, time passes, positions do not. Our great root stops those who can't get out of their situation, the rest revolves around. I would like more freedom in thought, in actions we accept the current situation not this blinding path, wet roads but the renewal of the rain. Who I have to call seems like a hellhole then you do not recognize anyone, all good is possible! You can see that we still do not have names in the present and then we are as if fired from this world in expectation of another. No speech is not known then, instead it is an evil that does not make us talk, unfortunately it is a group phenomenon, recognize a good vice versa is an initial prerogative, for the day. They make it so that in such a great future our position is almost impossible, one is an evil another, it's a good at the beginning of a single experience… actually you have to overcome a psycho-intellectual trauma to get to see a good, bye G.

      : in good there are many differences, starting from people, they are construction-environments not natural people, there is no one who can be commanded by evil, he must not enter the body. In today's world we don't talk about evil in the exact way of the name, like its sick war, no one can abolish what started we will be overwhelmed, we all know personally the past existence and many other things that seem, when you learn the power of a good is so convenient, you won't be able to detach yourself … laugh you have to wake up the princess. We will leave! that was all the evil that can be done in this universe, you are not born under cabbages, whoever commands us will pay dearly. An evil finds no difference in people, but during a day we should wake up a quarter of an hour, not even we are guaranteed to explode from smallness. It always stays on, in a few years it will be better, a recovery, G.

      : we are hideously hidden, I found that habitat the evil is a group manifestation but, almost equal to ours, the rest since you know it please, here no life is equal to another. In law we are individuals, because we should have group hallucinations including other sound visions, someone justifies, no institution. We are all involved instead in the series of insufficiencies, of course we collaborate, what will come will be a higher world, in function of a second explosion, when these clothes that hide the ego and life will disappear. We will live detached from any experience of evil, when the information will be available to everyone, someone will forcefully free the lands of the planet from this mental obscuration. Who makes us still live prisoners of this falsehood? A long time has passed but patience has no human limits, it will be given the common possibility to open our eyes to a different, colourful world. : in this world if a misfortune doesn't happen to you, you stay as if you were asleep, our planet is poorly administered, the only way is not guaranteed, I think we will wake up in the advertising. There's nobody left here, just a nightmare: if I could tell them what they don't believe. It's too much, reality has denied it, the revolution, the end of the world one day. Look, it forces you to talk to me, you've erased it yourself, now it's all a dream, life no longer exists. Still after years is the daily experience ahead, we are all like recorders of all, of circumstances ensuring a return, even without public statements, we have a travel position with medical records, always well hidden. A good is camouflaged, one can only regenerate oneself from this catastrophic ruin, from the world in the end putrefied, from the institutions not renewed with us. Nothing can the business psychology of evil, here we are all forced to the chosen journey from birth or six to twelve years of age onwards, what do you want to repair at this age? You can only pass forever in a complete way to another existence, already marked one day you are reborn, as those who evil has already come out of the race, they have not told you anything? no matter what the eyes, the reality is immense may seem utopia, to recognize who, just observe in a normal way, when he has a normal future. We will have a progress worthy of the appearance, everything is predetermined, nothing escapes me, even the way we communicate or think about people has changed, we must always declare our diseases, we do not lose information. It is us and them, we cannot get out of a situation assumed by time, perhaps we will always get better. Only experience can change us, they have not completely erased us, excuse me what they can do is just suicide.

      It's true that we are in a desert and, it's not true that things come alone, it's us or who for us to find them. Who erases certainly is not good, in fact to get it is necessary to reconstruct the scene, the structures, the history are old and small powers, they come after us for what they have done or what they will do, the present is the revealing place never forget it but, careful you will certainly hear a big gloomy rumble when you know, we are already here ready! Needs renovation, bye. Letter: a greeting from you is always a lot, I am sure of the existence of that occult. I've passed the levitated, now it is practicable to evaluate the consistency, the dysfunction, the impossibility of doing, the indicator of humans.

      An evil has happened, you can nothing, when you have public road, the system will be structured to submit to the first but, one always exists, not to offend do not live. The rest slips by keeping us tied to the existence and the system, who told you that you are a small person, you are a large environment unlike such.

      Towards the good there is no doubt, one day education, if you want the institution will change totally the existence, as always. Beautiful holidays abandoned to the most beautiful memories, let the experience slide like a ball in freedom, the result will be good. : you don't believe much, in fact you don't believe at all in the unpublished potential of today's world already, everything seems to go unnoticed, the recent past disappears, everything is hidden as if it could be done, nothing is another good that lives right where we are. One day it arrives in any way, no one is still talking and yet it has happened. I have certainties of artificially modified relationships between two or more people, like everything for you or us, carried out by parents, friends, citizens of your city in coherence with the "suitable" boy plus other unspeakable and unforeseeable things, built on the disposition of a society exploded then, subcontracted or stolen also but, Now it's summer no one seems interested, as it has been all year, still no public way has presented itself or, participating in the great adventure of good, however great it is often frightening, it makes you back down, even the fault of a dark mafia power that has affected people, the power of impotence, I'll do everything if someone doesn't show up. A construction takes us into a higher world, more equipped, the surprise will be so great, I don't know who will bear the shock. Today we are at a starting point, it also means without previous support. This life is varied, colourful, you cannot live forever suspended, sometimes you fall all together, if you want is like an accident, you discover that you do not continue in a linear way but common to two, in the good everything is granted to you, in the evil is all obscured.

      I have seen thousands of people, dull as dead fish in the sea, sleeping awake, birth happens when the unhealthy dies, you discover the true nature. An evil understood by a person who has the soul raised in heaven, who is silent is not me, in happiness from within I live life always, I observe the nature of things to rejoice and create. I believe in the eternal return of things, it happens to me to leave home is to find reality in a very different way from that described, in the news especially confirmation of the decomposed society that founded at the peak an evil as a major brute force, perhaps not yet evolved enough to understand or interpret a good? I wait for events. You are not an evil, one day you will be redeemed. Who lives is without a kind, without a programmed future, it is a death without continuation, an endless road, as one can find oneself in places always imaginary, it is a denunciation where ignorance is, places like mortuary locations, one lives buried for a different and long time. Open your eyes to see a metric system of wrong values, no one is interested and yet everyone is interested in the memory, in time, ages, the future.

      Once learned the lesson is a continuous work. I'm great I don't want to go around again, a greeting from you is much better than many other things, you are a bomb guarded in time, fast and unknowing against evil. Waiting for the rules, the beginning of the secession.

      The good and dreams come true as material things that appear out of ignorance, the earth burns, the afternoon is solved. You believe in nothing, so there is nothing to be done, nothing has been done, I would like to know who takes care of an evil. It's life burned, you can't interrupt a cycle that has begun, you fall suddenly on your existence, you don't go back, who is arrogant enough to want to hide his interests, the mutable is the colour of good, you fall back on the earth before death,