I'm Jim Morrison, but I can not sing or write poetry. Neural pathway ultimate irony makes man a philosopher. And 'bad habits with the nonsense that takes shape and vague, the rhythms of intelligence, in our minds and gradually takes shape and meaning. In this way, imagined and realized the irony is the best way to come to terms with reality. And 'experience axiomatic. Born anywhere, by anyone, stimulated by the simple naturalness of things. Sometimes, under counter built by professionals, sometimes spontaneous as a wild flower, triggers reactions in humans are so similar from continent to continent that occurs to me that irony itself is the art to mock the human condition, art combining different cultures, distant traditions, cities and clearings. The irony, spontaneous, is indeed an art, a rhythmic deconstruction and reconstruction spaces and places. It can make a romantic pillar, and the same know, after all, will return the stone. It 's a courted her, a thin break in the service of ingenuity. A moment that inspires. One shot short and suggestive. A Negroni wrong. A gentle turn to happiness. Seduce. Full of blunders and recalls the condition of man is not underestimated. Sometimes it is a dialogue, a shotgun, a pen steaming, a look battered. The irony is the set of fragments that escape from the daily obsolete, from thinking with your eyes open. He has the honor of a poor art. No one can resist. The irony is perhaps nothing more than a thought, a dream thought. E 'n'amica.
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