What Do Equity Dealers Do?

During this time I'm working with special people who give me something new every day, mostly them this post.

FLOWERS OF NOTHING

seemed angry.
Angry and confused.
Perhaps torn between what they saw and what they thought they saw.

I watched my parents for the first time.

Doubt, always the same.
That you doubt that the silent tears with ease of a scalpel.

I can see it in the furrows of his forehead, pulled in the face of the lips, in their eyes.
I held tight fists, his eyes still rely on me.

Some gestures go beyond the intention, the words do not always manage the same.
I, I was not able to do is issue a whimper.
For me, the outside world was still out of reach.

"Chromosomes are tiny animals that fit together to create coordinated, muscles and skin sensations," but the soul no, do not touch that, it is not their business.

I was almost resigned to being different, Down's syndrome was their verdict.
And to think that at first I had mistaken for my name!

I was born and my perception detachment allows me to manage my stuff.
not want me to believe that I have a regression in brain?
They are raving for the event?
Do they want to convince myself that I am incapable of thinking?

I'm but a mere child.
Yet every day I check, I study and with rounds of words without meaning attempt to plagiarize.

They say I'm sick, but I do not believe all these lies.
are considered experts in a field that will always be inaccessible to them.
They, who cared so much to be called doctors.

delude themselves to find a logical and scientific explanation, even in cases where it is clear that n'esiste not one, but I will not be fooled, even though I was locked up in here, among these four white and sad walls.

Some are number 25, to the bed, others are small K, the doctors are Kim.
They can not scare me and convince me that they are abnormal.
I have reached the maximum acuity of the senses, for love is stronger than anything.

They know only hear the voices of those who are physically present with his body and unable to break down the barriers of reality, as they know I do.

I know that my mother is sad since I have taken away.

you suffer and miss, watching me with curiosity and affection has no answers for me, but at least she tries not to disappoint me and I like it when it does, because every time gives me a pat and I say " silent silence of those who have much to say .... "

sometimes stops to listen to my eyes and shook me, I challenge hard-nosed and with a smile.

want me to do alone.
I get angry and I think I do not understand what this thing costs.
I know how to explain this.

I try to summarize some mechanisms.
understands them.
The problem is not something that makes them work.

Eventually the mother knows that I tried and I always caress his head, his hands betray her soul.

Every thought, every feeling, comes from one source: my brain.
It 's my brain to contain the soul.

soul like all the energy it needs to expand, I do not think that just because the have not talk very well.

Mine is truly unique.
The innate sensitivity and detail has allowed me to understand.

Free my spirit, allowing light to hover in the sky, to climb higher and higher.
The innocence and purity are combined together to form a light

Everyone has a treasure, a thought, experiences give me, this will allow me to be as I have always wanted.
But my metamorphosis is not complete yet, I still have many veils offset.
E 'tiring, but I try.
Although sometimes you lose hope, even hope.
Or is this too crazy?

We need to understand the intention "within us."
We islands that prevents the world, no flowers.

Sometimes I am convinced that with you outside and inside of us all is not lost yet.
Someone still believes in it.

"Now attention lend me baby ... do not be afraid for my mother, I explained everything and knew exactly what to do.
'll see that everything will be a treat."

Giulia