So, I'm currently watching ”Moonlight”. You can guess the subject :D. It's probably the closest TV show of the genre that has a sense of reality, except the sleeping in a freezer, that I find insane, or the flying thing. Besides all this, it resembles a lot ”Bloodties”, only that ”Henry knows it best”. I still prefer that one. Too bad that this ones got the chance of an only season when other stupidities get new seasons continuously. Now that I remember there is also ”The gates” that has essentially the same basic idea as ”True blood”, for example: normal life. I liked that show, even if it got a little too ”Supernatural” at some point.
Now, I promised that review on Freud's essay. I still can't find the notes I had wrote on some papers when I read it, cause I like doing that when reading something, but the essential things I liked I can remember.
Firstly, the title ”Death and us” as simple as it may sound, I think it's quite clever. I don't know if Freud intended that when he choose the name of the essay but the name has a trilateral antithesis: it's the antithesis between Freud's origin and that is Judaism and the death sentence that rose above their heads in the Holocaust period, then there's the antithesis between fighting for a life admitting who you are and living a life in a death-denial, and finally and most importantly is the antithesis between the greatest mystery that humanity has ever encountered: Death... and Us. Us represents here, of course, life. After all, ”Us” is the whole essence of life. When we say life, we mean US. Yeah sure, you may think that this is obvious. And it is. But the idea of the antagonism, and defining Life not by saying Life but by simply nominating the holders of Life, US... it's just brilliant.
In the essay, Freud debates a lot on what death means to us under different circumstances, and he was concerned with why people are more appreciated in death, or in the moments prior death. He also writes beautifully about his last moments of life when he knew death was settling and when he was tortured by the fact that he was forced to betray his own kind in order to write and ”heal” people, and by if it is right to betray his kind continuously until the final moment or if death, the approach of death was finally going to set him free. I recommended to anyone. And I am not a big Freud fan.
There are no words to describe the intensity those phrases passed on to me. As I believe it's quite normal, death fascinated me, as well as how others perceive death, while at the same time it frightens me as nothing else on this world. The fact of not living to see the whole transformations that people and Earth will suffer, to just be alive and feel, see, perceive everything... that is UNBEARABLE to me. I don't like to think about it but it's something that overcomes me. To see others die, to think about what will happen to my body and soul over time, to imagine THE NOTHING because I don't believe there is anything waiting for us in death...
So, let me end this debate before I get saddened again. I only wish there was something that I could do to make me not to waste my life. I keep searching for that ”something”.
Till next time...

...heart-shaped lips...breathing softly, heavily against my neck...an androgynous, captivating glance... my hand passing slowly through your hair... an overwhelming warmth...hasty heartbeats, breathing heavier and heavier...

It comes a time in every being's life when the idea of awaiting becomes momentarily unbearable. Glancing everywhere around you, living on a sign, with only your own company to keep, rots into a solitary, hollow existence. Adoration seems like a good idea, until you realize you're going to live through it alone. So I went into numbness, hoping that the sounds of you would fade out, and a sort of ”death”, forgetfulness might happen.

I finished the first semester at Sapienza and I'm absolutely sick of taking interviews, but oh well...
I haven't being doing nothing lately, but I have been doing everything.
I don't feel like doing the review on Freud's ”Death and us” essay now, but one day...
I'm reading some old vampires stories from like the 1800th and I'm more and more curious why exactly around those years there has been an outbreak of legends, stories all of the sudden. And all at once. Something must have triggered it. Anyway, I'm quite enjoying them, and having read the true essence of vampire stories as they were in the epoque when everything sounded so peaceful takes meme a little to Germany's Carpathian mountains, and old London. And with all the ”macabre”, I still find it romantic.
Anyway, I don't feel like talking about other stuff now, so...
Ta-ta, mes damnés.

I wanna go at Sonisphere Italy!!!!!!!! It's so not fair!!!!!!! Iron Maiden, Linkin Park, Slipknot, Apocalyptica, Alter Bridge, Rob Zombie, Motorhead, The Cult, Papa Roach and so many others in one two-days concert!!!!!!! I WANNA GO!