Some people see things with his eyes unthinkable. Someone drowned in bblù. Someone looking through the walls. Some people see with your mind and do not see anything that does not like it.
But I have my eyes slave. I can not see any more than it actually is. I am a prisoner of real : my eyes do not know that deal with that, and evil can not fail to see, and when they see, often hated, and always remember, even years after, insults, teasing, humiliation. I am often asked how do I get the memory I have: easy: look at one thing, the bare, the atomized, sucking away all I can take - and mind you, is not necessarily a deep look Often is simply hungry for every detail, especially if those I give special anxiety or fear, or anger. And then, inevitably remember: everything I see, if the conditions are conducive, I will affect the brain like a hot groove.
do not know who said that the eyes are the instrument of envy, and it is true: if a careless God will one day save me, I'm afraid I'll have quite a few centuries the mountain real saving, with a two blades of lead nailed over his eyes.
I am often seen as he lowered his head, and seem not to notice what is around me. And 'I do not see why : I disconnected the optic nerve from his body, and I am suggesting two things with which it could have fun. But to imagine the worlds, I must be blind . I can not invent with reality before his eyes. I must have seen and stored before and if I try to make it when I have before, is not a good result.
And the real work, I do it with ears.
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