Dove era che non ero

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We are not there, we do not find ourselves, almost lost, almost suspended. Alert, ready to shoot, the danger is out of range and has no signals. Going toward the light to take dangerous risks. Restless tremor of face the horizon keeping our eyes wide open. Assuming or foreseeing the abyss, in a further condition in which we play the “non-adherence” to the present time.