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WAITING ROOM

There are places to go just happy because you find yourself alone with his usual worm that gnaws and that there can not match with no distractions. At first look at all the posters stuck with the more interest you can find in you, then read all the names on doors, opening hours and closures, phone numbers, so close to browse magazines decreeing that the printed paper is a real piece of crap, and finally we find you falling back on doing what others will point out for years: to stare at people, watching their movements, expressions, just to understand who I am ... But sometimes

something unexpected happens and it is at this point that those anonymous places you show special alchemy. So two women start to talk and you listen to them, do not steal anything, not listen ... because replacing the names of those players could be your story.

A says to B: "I think the problem is my B, and if people can not stay with me, in fact. And what's worse is that I do not know what I am wrong. It seems to me to give my all, to be honest, to pretend to be desired but in the end is really what I do not? Yet I have something wrong, I may have a way of doing that scares. Maybe I think to be reassuring and instead destabilized. Perhaps others can feel my vein crowds more than I can myself .... "

And so with these menate A continues his monologue for a while ', and meanwhile in my head took turns a I have it I have it ... I miss

After venting her friend, B responds with a few but comprehensive words: "A, you can not look for eagles in the waves of the sea!"

"What?" A

ago

"I say that if you are looking for an eagle, we admit that it is, you have to look in the right place. Needless to scramble to find her on a beach, swim for miles in defiance of storms. Each time, exhausted, you seem to have found it, instead of scales, see the gifts of gold feathers and fins of your eyes are beautiful wings. Early on that being your tiredness mythological cradle you for a while 'as long dreamed. But then finally opening his eyes, you realize that you're not flying over the peaks of the world but you are the waves of the ocean. It is not because you're wrong either. He is a beautiful dolphin and an eagle that you thought you wanted it to be so much that you almost drowned thinking you can breathe deeply ...
A! Just play blind man's buff, feelings and energy investing bulk and blindfolded. You have to focus on a real target: what you really want from you and for you. Once you understand this you have to look in the right places and manner, although this will mean waiting time and remain alone to lick his wounds as the world continues to spin! "

At this point I did not hear the replication of A ... I had only that speech about eagles and dolphins.
And that waiting room had become suddenly giant huge ... like life. The people you meet and bring outside experiences into your everyday life, which is also theirs. We realize that we are all desperate for a change, we try to bulk, blindfolded by desire to love and be loved, willing to sacrifice this for your happiness that we seek. Our existence is a waiting room ... or a waiting room : we are seeing each other, we touch ignoring what our actions may interfere with the lives of others, waiting for something that changes, expect answers and people, emotions, return, come ... always expect our turn.

26/09/2008

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Anniversaries ... anniversaries have a magical, special day of the year are as of stargates transform the ordinary 24 hours in stardust, memories in reality. Are the days of relativity: space and time are mixed, past and present play hide and seek, dancing like elves and fairies in the forest of ideas. All lived in the 365-year-old days back extraordinarily timely and you can live again, just thinking.

There are "birthday" beautiful, happy, romantic, full of passion, while others made of pain, anger, sadness ... Behold, the former tend to escape, but the latter will attach themselves to windy start lining the walls of heart, then spread out under your skin - cm / cm -, then wedged into the nerve endings and travel knitted jersey fabric all your senses to the brain and as a great box holds everything, in fact, is more painful than when holding it.

Then there are the anniversaries that you wait for a year, sure they will be the first case, and instead just the day before, like black matryoshkas, you open the boxes and all that woo-doo when you believed turns as in a vision of opium. The colors are somber, but the spectral contours remain inexplicably sharp, too much to be just a bad dream. These are the features of a reality that abhors but that is yours. Everything you've chased him into another dimension in your swoops and stabs you without mercy, and as a San Sebastian remains nailed to the stake of your naivety. The same as you it was mistaken for fireflies lanterns, and a wonderful man worse than many others. And as Dorian Gray, the angel of light outfit is not that the king of pain.

It remains only to celebrate with your disappointment with the meeting who had no mercy and has treated you like that in office, and spoke of little love would never forget, when just before and just after you touched, kissed, and flooded with pleasure another woman. Any, just like you. The same is then said to have transformed his little love in a great feeling and I was crowned with lies and deception transformed the faded red of the passion of nell'arancione nonsense, lie in the green, in the yellow of bitterness, nell'indaco of sadness, tears of purple, blue in oblivion ... and lame that rainbow of red you've been through, hopping, day of the year just past, oblivious to the fact that by 'other end there would have been the pot of gold but the lake of disappointment.

04/08/2008

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It's amazing how society as a whole class ... We live in a kind of tacit apartheid: there are clubs for singles and couples, then places for groups of couples and groups of couples with children, food-portion packages and family vacations for single people, women-only (Ed Lourdes) and for men only ( ed Cuba), and even the tableau of wedding receptions is clear: tables of hands with wedding rings, wedding rings hands, hands that smell of big rings with "forgive me I know I hurt you but you're the one for me (ed course after the other that have the faith or the record), and hands with nothing, who do not speak of promises, some others are still wet with tears have dried the sun of dignity .... Well, not to fall into the pathetic lines of diabetes, it is from these tables there, those who know of segregation and protected species, that during the wedding receptions are laughter, toasts, speeches quirky light-hearted fun to know that. Because, as Antonio said, there are white , those that society recognizes as the filmmakers, who have found the way and the right person, and blacks, which has not understood a thing that have both, fighting every night (and even more unfortunate day) with a horde of hamsters that push the wheel of the brain (me) who wait for the big love (Antonio) and defend him with drawn sword, speaking of those who take the trombamicizia distances (Enzo) but eviscerating the topic too well to know him only as a scourge sociological, or those who think it is a musical instrument (Stephen), or if they were to fill a comic cartoon Sobh, sigh, question marks, exclamation marks, suspension (Luke) thought the neckline of her neighbor, self-propelled (Kiki) with whom to share the complicity uncomfortable years in which no one wants to name .... The blacks are hopes of tomorrow, the cards, but those on the market . The blacks show a form of cynicism that conceals a tender heart like a chocolate soufflé. The blacks were never singles by choice, or at least not for his own, the blacks talk about family project because they believe, not to divide a mortgage or a bed. Note
good friends, there are Whites or Blacks but Whites and Blacks. Do not let us feel as the cause of births zero, we're just waiting for hell is the wheel turns ... or stop turning points of view ...!
And then there are gay ... oh no, says Antonio with tenderness and perhaps a bit of envy "chill are neither white nor even blacks and grays ...."


All Blacks who read these lines, smiling and that despite their fists in the face can still be in love with Love ..

04/06/2008

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I want to start with a question borrowed someone (perhaps a book, maybe a movie, ... Closer, Fabio Volo, Sex & the City ...): "How many times do you leave when you leave?"
Maybe you do not ever completely, or never enough. I know few people who can make a damnatio memoriae ruthless and relentless.
Most human beings are hopelessly attached to their pieces of memories, faithful companions of moonless nights, autosalvazione mechanisms that prevent the heart to petrify and shatter solitude. And yes, because remembering is not to lose, you go a bit 'to love, to possess. Perhaps what remains is just the love of that Love which has given us so much and to whom we gave our all. And losing it would be like having wasted the best part of us.
By virtue of that feeling lived and unfortunately wounded, trampled, destroyed, we are capable of everything, even to make that pile of sand and tears to hear the foundation of our future. Sometimes
then the case seems to mock us, blindfold and amuses us to fly blind us to skid and then back on the road but in the end you never know if we find a bridge or a cliff. We do not have the instructions of the game, but since we must necessarily play at least try to have fun. But those of us who have blood in their veins and nostalgia, to take seriously even the snakes and ladders board and move the pawn their feelings of memory, or bitterness, or spell checker and never pazienzaèandatacomedovevaandare or èstatobellomaèfinito
... This is not always to be opened for betraying the beloved Love (as mentioned before) that there ever a time because you do not ruin the fateful page.
So we separate, do not forget, we find ourselves, and we realize that You still love, perhaps in a different way. And take away the regret that nothing has gone as it should go, and that could (and could) be beautiful, but he is not the perfection of a drawing of Leonardo or a statue of Canova. The memory of him is fading but the person is all too real and tangible, to recognize it hurts too much and next time a charm attacks us again so much pain. But were it not so? If this time is different?

ends and ends ... and away you go ... you Complete this sentence, and if it sounds like something familiar, you have the tip of your tongue but you can not understand, I give you a hint: Luca Carboni ...

19.05.2008

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Love life

Love life as it is fully
Amala, unpretentious;
love it when they love you or hate you when,
love it when no one understands you, or when all
understand you.

Amala when all you leave, or when you
exalted as a king. Love it when you steal
all
or when you give him. Amala

when it makes sense or when it seems not to have even a little.

Amala in complete happiness,
or in absolute solitude.
Love it when you're strong,
or when you feel weak.
Love it when you're scared,
or when you have a mountain of courage. Amala
not only for the great pleasures
and enormous satisfaction,
love her even for the small joys.

Amala though does not give you what you could
love her even if it's not like you want it. Amala

are born each time and every time you're gonna die.
But never love without love.

never live without life!

Mother Teresa of Calcutta

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I reflected on the unpredictability of the case. At the risk of falling into the trite and trivial, I can not torturing the hamster rotating with the feelings of the day.
A dear friend has been hit by the dart of cupid ... That stupid winged putto (which I never understood if it is a child, a dwarf, or a god just grew up) had fun with the arrow pointing at her and within one week has created the chance encounter, has provided an opportunity to review the other half of the apple, has given the right situation, a giant sun and very warm to spend Sunday the sea, the perfect film to buy and watch together but what is more important, he gave the two unlucky two great pairs of eyes to the heart that are the most beautiful thing I've seen in recent days ....
What happiness for you ... ... but definitely for me! It is the embryo of the Renaissance. The germ of hope ...
Ok, history is not known outside of anything ... But those who think this is because he has not seen the same girl disenchanted and disappointed to yield to the siren song of cynicism, brag a perpetual chastity and alternately the convent, misanthropy cover of night and take refuge in certainty between old friends ...
How strange the mind ... then suddenly poof ... you change the view again and you're open to new
... The person in front of you fills you with attention, it makes you feel 85 feet above the sky, which is expected to be much (if not always), is that beautiful human being that now you would with a carpet on a star ...
Yes, okay you're different, but the diversity can come something really special and magical, if you only want ... and now you want it bad that ...
the same person in a little 'can become the one who ignores you, you do not look for that one word is only able to get you out of insecurities, and then all that he will disappear and you have enriched Reverberates leading only the echo of misconduct
... And I wonder how can this happen, as the light of our eyes will turn into darkness, and it makes me so sad and so scared because if it were always so we would live without the possibility of redemption.
And then I want to think that it is not a fixed course and that does not mean that every thing that comes sooner or later fade away ... Nothing is created nor destroyed and everything becomes right? Love, the real one, maybe it shows that the entropy principle: it seems has always been with us, innately perfect ancestral and transforms us, with the merging of two souls, it becomes something else wedging its roots in the depth of lives.
I have not yet had the pleasure of access to this higher existence. Perhaps I have come close but I killed the only option given me so far with a knife at heart. Maybe it was not murder, only self-defense because we were not able to transform ourselves together, everything was different but equal and opposite directions.
I think it's a hard process, Friends, difficult but not impossible if you're two . As I would say that there is no man (or woman) of our lives but it is who we want to achieve, so there are no stories with perfect or guarantees of life, but it will be those that believe and to commit ourselves we will two!
is worth more (in fact ... almost always eliminating the collection of three stories) to take risks, even if sometimes at the end we must admit we were wrong.

... and then incredibly, when you least expect it, everything back in place ...




03.03.2008

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WINDS OF CHANGE THE DAY OF REMEMBRANCE

I just wanted to remind you to remember .
Today is Memorial Day. I know that we are not directly responsible but I think they need to remember that it is not really a movie and that mankind has been the victim of rampant insanity and that dipserazione, death and devastation have closed the planet in a vise is perhaps a small step toward that utopian thing that is universal love.
I think that this is independent of political belief, going beyond our mutual antipathy and grievances.
I think today we should all be hugging and think about those who have done so for the last time that train coming down from cruel ...
... because everyone should have a stone wedged in the heart of the railway ...