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The fact that mankind is based on a series of stories and contradictions is now common knowledge, but today I want to talk about those who then become the special character and personality of each, but to the general ones that come out of the closet in the more and blatant circus of everyday life.
It could be billions of hypocrisy but these days it is impossible not to do leading to the largest: the Christmas ....
You "" Feast, that of brotherhood, equality, the "feeling level" ... or so they say, but I think the right word is class, if it is in these days that come out disparities.
In truth, most of the globe would close in one of those balls with the fake snow inside ... not to feel as heavy as cast iron. These are days for happy couples and love, for those expecting a baby and thinks it will be the new savior of the world (or at least the savior of his own pair). It is the party who has a sparkling tree homes warm and fragrant, clothes ironed and placed in drawers arranged so as to contain the memories, each pigeonholed her going in the right place so they do not quarrel with that next.
Then there are the songs ... those of kindness and gentleness ... sung so loudly to cover the screams of those reels but to be heard drowning more and more ... ... And the lights so blinding that you can only see who cares arm, mocking the loneliness thrown a little further on in a dark corner.
not Christmas for everyone .... Indeed increase the suffering and anguish in those who "can not" enjoy the serenity in those who feel even more strongly the lack of those who do not find under the tree or under the mistletoe and that will not return. And it makes the countdown to the first day of a new year. Maybe that's the Christmas of the less fortunate, which hang like, as many colored balls, the days are still full of hope, hope that in the year events do not fall to pieces one after the other as in the past ....
And perhaps at that moment we are all equal ... because there is nobody in the world who does not hope and dreams, is the moment when the hypocrisies shed the mask and we embrace all in the embrace of change ....

21/12/2009

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The other day my friend was like every Friday by Mrs. Lina. The picture is this: ninety, bedridden for so many months that are soon to merge in a year, the eye still bright and so lively as to be able to see where we do not see a white hair made recovered from naive ... what you give back when the brain removed some 'oxygen ... And yes, it's all a give-and-take in the world, indeed, in this case perhaps it is better to speak and remove put ...

The story would have been to every week: extends his arm, shoulder wheel, bending the leg, bike (simulated of course), massage the muscles atrophied, and so on. etc.. if it was that this time she was limping ... my friend had a sore knee.

Lina sees her and smiles, the one that comes when you finally feel understood, you're not alone, you can finally share ... Hurray! someone else in need of spare parts. So start talking, saying, "I ... there ... there's so many I know I?" "What?" "The legs ... If you want I'll give you one, so then you make me! I do not understand why instead of making me do these stupid exercises do not put it back to me ... Oh well ... oh well never mind! Both the young people are not with you ... But you never check it, damn! With little caveresti thee! "Is my friend:" You think so? But it is necessary that the leg is the right size, otherwise it's a mess "and Lina:" And now ... but I do have a lot! so if you ever change them both! " And in short, the dialogue went on for a bit 'and then end up in anything like all the words that suddenly lost in the maze of memories. The eyes are veiled, and the head is white ... maybe childhood, perhaps to his first love, perhaps the children not seen for years, perhaps his favorite dessert, the apple strudel recipe that is so well but I do not remember the very last ingredient, or maybe ....

... the ir-rational mechanics-kinematics of the knee. ...

And suddenly, out of nowhere, starts to speak: "If not ... now that I think, that I would have knee ... would do just for you ... so you do not mind long. Disconnect the bottom, coming off the knee, replacing it with the good one, hang up the sub. Here! Just a few clicks away ... and screws? Mmmm ... Yes I tried the screws but I have not found ... But it is not the problem. We do them unscrew the mechanic: I legs and knees ... and you then ... if ever. We also carry with him that you never know .... Serve another replacement! "
you, my friend, he wanted to ask you many things. Where is the clarity of those solutions which seem odd but they are not many more speeches that every day we are forced to listen. He wanted to ask what those eyes trying to see no more; what those neo-cybernetic visions of trying to cover up and heal, and above all he wanted to ask imploring:

"A HEART! I want a heart ... I give all the legs of the world, and hands that would be enough to replace glazed already the morning before work, and the hairstyles of colors and lengths. I leave it to others even blue eyes and perfect teeth ... I want a brand new heart. Without pain. Without scarring. Without the holes, which leaves us there who bites him mercilessly. A vacuum, everything from paint some beautiful things, to shape. On which to attack the face and the smile of those who know how to love again as children, without fear, without flashback, with no overlap ... like the first time. "

But the heart of Lina do not spare him. Of that I will always and only one ... for all those who know and love him for who will only step on it. And, whether we like it or not, will all be together in there ... Perhaps the secret is to split it in circles ... as it did with Dante's Inferno ... or maybe in heaven ... as in Heaven .

19/10/2009

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There is a day where you are asked to wait, or you ask yourself, or you require it fate. However ... there is a day that begins to do the countdown, and the physical distance and time you seem insurmountable, unreachable. It is as if the months you have before you parry an obstacle course that will massacre, destroy, destruction. Think you can not find a way to what could not be expected, but just separation.
But what is beginning slowly reeling you path. Do not sin, because the distance is not punishment, but growing. You have time to think, to reflect, to your problems (large) and your daily thoughts (children) and again the certainty that you own and how you can make it, and you sense you've got it .. . inside.
But there is ... The person or the thing you're waiting you miss it, not because it is necessary, but because with that song in your most contours are more accurate. And the passing time takes away the anger for having lost, and prepares you to get it back, and inside you grows day after day a perverse understanding, a sort of superomismo that convinces you that you'll get.

And then comes that day, but everything happens in a different way. You're not in the office anxiously tapping his fingers on the table with my head away, because you do not expect any news: damn you have a fever, you're home with the flu that also devastated the superomismo Nietzsche. So I can not even be in seventh heaven now the game begins but you're not ready and not sure what the score board again. Not sure if you're still in the race or if it starts all over again from the start. In short, the Treehouse, because there are no more excuses for anyone and everything becomes real. And the fever try to put her away, and you have to be, you must be at the top, why not see for two months, and must see that there are. Do not want to be one of many, YOU want to be there with him, in a small place of honor. Want to be here but at the same time you would go yesterday, when it had to do was wait. The condition that three months ago has become the hated your crib.

Now instead we are at the Olympics .... and in a few hours at the starting blocks ....


27/03/2009

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There are days when you wake up exhausted, do not even seem to have gone to bed. The head heavy, sleep leaning against the first edge. Take the elevator and I hope I never meet anyone, and that really makes all the stops to ward off the time when once again cross the threshold of the unit, where everything is suffering and nothing is hope. There has never smiles, illuminating words, only serious faces. Here only those who suffer know essereumano , even when a man has only now the skeleton. On the other hand there are those who do not understand and does not know that you live for a word that does not arrive, hanging from the time they are to govern. And it makes you scream, smash everything. But you can not. You can not do anything!! Just wait even if you do not know what.

And you find yourself doing the first (and perhaps statistically the last) right into a smile of the day that lift when placing your whole self to its walls, hoping that you swallow, you feel a smell that takes you away. And I find little girl: a skeleton with a bikini that has nothing to cover, flat as a sole, teeth out of range for a body of Russian mouse, up and down in the pension of the sea that you hosted for years with mom and dad Among . A smell that you had not heard from you in an instant and down on the heat of the days of July and the only year in which your family was really a nest.

03/02/2009

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Silence or Dialogue (neo) Platonic 's "idea" of a modern love

G - I chase the quiet calm but alive . Not in the song of a cricket but in the diamond traffic lights try the healthy silence. Will it succeed?

L - What is silence?

G - ssssss!! This is silence. Or maybe this joyful smile that takes me to write this message.

Silence is not commonplace. Silence is more than what others want from you. Silence is emancipation, even presumptuous. Silence is power ...

Silence is feeling good. Silence is contemporary. Silence is to observe, understand, assimilate. Metabolize. But first of all is to give ... silence

L - Silence is hypocrisy. Silence is selfishness. Silence is the power of those who escaped. Silence is feeling good. Silence is understand but is not make themselves understood. Silence is to speak only if his eyes ...

G - I'm not running away. I'm watching. Ah! Silence is not bad but DISEASE. Tvtb

[I believe that life is made of silence but of sounds, words and music, and do not talk, do not listen and not equivalent to not play live. The silence is beautiful but can only be a pause, an exception, not the norm. Chiudiamoci not in ourselves. There is a risk of dying]


20/06/2001

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Usually a travel diary is written step by step, day by day, instead just today I find words to transform indelible mark in the writing of the sensations that give me landscapes, people and changing people of this Middle-earth .

I'm in the "Ferry" back from Inishmore, the largest of the Aran Islands, next to my fellow travelers, cut off from fatigue, sleep blessed and give way to my thoughts. I feel lighter because they believe I left my heart. The feelings of freedom and serenity that I breathed come along with a sense of heaviness to this green grass and blue sky that I will only in my memories ... and my spirit will not be as wild and free. Difficult that this does not leave a mark ... Maybe now my eyes have reflected emerald and indigo in color and will change the landscape of this land.

It was tough getting on the boat, I wanted to stay there, spending time with fishermen who speak this language incomprehensible as magic, to understand what motivates them to remain in the depths where there is apparently nothing, to understand where they find courage every day to continue to feel that everything that invades you and you have enough to be at peace so you do not feel the need to find out what you already have within you .... I think to Inishmore there really is a magical current, an energy that if you can take (or make you understand) connects you to universal forces, perhaps the same who led the Celtic priests when they went up to Dùn for prophecy, pray, defend or fight.

cha I met a woman working in a wool shop in the fortress, an Italian who lives up here for nine months, on the edge of the world "knew" just because you love the island. I can understand why this choice is the same that I flashed on my mind all the time now, but I was not enough a few hours of riding the narrow streets and stone walls to be able to do it ... and now I think to myself: "the usual cowardly ... "The magic that you breathe is so strong that it makes you overcome the bitter cold, just a cup of hot coffee beside the turf fire in a fireplace to put the movement in place ... all without ever losing his smile. I realized today that I never stopped doing it: smile ... if not to laugh!

This Middle Earth protected me also echo the lack of those who tried for so long without being able to find, who I wanted next to me so that together we turned that energy into atomic explosion. But his vacuum Inishmore was full of beauty and serenity ... for the show in front of me ... and I do not really need anything else.
And now I understand why the fantasy Universal Fit fairies and elves just up here. There is no place on earth where they can live their lives if not here in Ireland. You will surprise you constantly changing the landscape: the lawns slope down to bathe in the waves of the sea, the embroidery of small plots enclosed by plots of dry wall gives way to the rusty bogs of Connemara hills that contrast with cobalt lakes. Just a cloud covers the sun and sky here is that these mirrors become shiny black spots.

Oceanomare Then there's the ... this great mystery that attracts and frightens blue ... and its feathered wings waves as they climb the cliffs ... white backs of the Angels.
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