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2010 2011 SATURN MERCURY

Mercury in a rare revival, performed April 9, 2010 and developed only recently. Image captured with MEADE LDX 150, F / 8 achromatic refractor, Canon 450D single click, the sunset at 15h 50m UT, from my site osservativo.Trasparenza seeing good enough, given the position on the horizon to 5 °.

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Whoever has bread has no teeth

I

the overbearing sun and mild today opened a gash in the clouds that have obscured the evening yesterday. It seemed to me to go back to the old (and not so pleasant) times when my sky clouded storms frequently cause emotional force of a tsunami. Now that something has changed in the clouds from time to time come for an evening and even end up triggering the usual self-destructive mechanism. And so, the night has come to sweep everything then giving me a morning sun lit and hope. Beware though, those occasions of gray skies that accompanied my pre-sleep have not passed in vain. I thought the last three years of life, the ones that I have protagonist of a dense inner work that has gradually rounded my corners. Slowly, I've thrown in the trash a substantial amount of pride, anger soothed, instinct, ending with the impulsivity turn me into a thoughtful person, (too) analytical, much better prepared for others and above all, patient. And you'll find that can wait, even capable of hope, was the key to my success. Please wait, hoping when everything seems to play against them to live moments of inevitable collapse, and I have had. And how. I was waiting, hoping, dreaming. And when the train has passed, I got it running and I discovered what a beautiful feeling of those who also found the place sits, and begins a journey to be comfortable knowing their destination. Now I feel I need a good dose of patience anymore. Now that I was finally allowed to choose, now that I am entitled to have my moments of absolute freedom, I find myself having to make other accounts. I need to find anything that will give meaning to the fruits of my labor. Around me everything is still and motionless as ever, and chatting about this with my mother jumped out of the expression "He who has bread has no teeth." I feel like a man "in the making". Are in progress, my life has only just begun, and I have the same energy and will to live (even if the tone of some articles do not would say ..) a little boy. But you probably are a bit 'out of time. I took this train and I got there, breathing heavily and with great desire to sit without being disturbed. Now, waiting for the next station and go on it more slowly sure if I would not mind. Never delay would be so appreciated. Patience, then. Waiting does not cost me anything, and, with hindsight could be really productive. The sun and mild bullying today, ripped through the clouds. Yesterday is just a memory but as long as I can also bring out the best of these moments, there will always be a new sun to illuminate the road. And today, I'm good, very good.

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The Tailor

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ia mother is a seamstress. Sewing, repairs, manufactures since she was a kid and still today, needle and thread are his tools. I've always complained that women's clothes packed, but only that, my sister has taken a real advantage. But you want to put a jacket or a coat that you drop a glove? That does not make those horrible wrinkles and signs in sore points such as the shoulders? And maybe a nice pants that do not pull too much ass. My mother occasionally gives me some incli, but to create for me, nothing. For years, however, I wear a dress I was sewing him and that is flawless. Fill up the form of my slender body gives me, do not bat an eyelid, but I now no longer want this dress. My mother sewed it to me over the years, would that be exactly like the idea that she had engraved in mind. Or that she wore on her already. Because, as said before, when I see her mirror reflection. What are (and which I continue to complain in recent years) is what I became. My mother? For goodness sake, she did not blame. She may well have sewn a perfect outfit, built according to his taste. But now that I grew up in that dress "pulling" everywhere. A dress that name is ... "personality" or "character", you do. Inherit from him, needless to hide. We are a bit 'what our parents are or have tried to make us. But they, I repeat are not to blame in this. A child grows, it is assumed to become a responsible teenager and a mature man. I probably tried to fit into that dress for too long, not realizing that sooner or later it would be torn. And so it's time to change it. I can also choose to purchase a trendy, it fits perfectly with the season, the environment, the needs of the moment. I need a rather simple dress, that does not give the eye, it passes almost unnoticed by many, that at the appropriate time make me look like a copy austere, cryptic, with no frills. Whilst it may be that the dress is not the Monaco, then my dress will be worn on those occasions where I do not need to be who they really are. What color do I choose? Surely there are many around capable of transmitting a certain image of himself. I have to work on it. But if you can not get to communicate awe, detachment, indifference, carelessness at least I plan to change this habit. Alas, my mother can not help me in this, she, her work on me has already done. It would be even now that I went a bit 'needle and thread.

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The ecstatic peace

Oh ... The burden of clouds covering

dissolve and fade

the sun from the sky blue and courteous ...

Oh ... Enamel dark shadows

thickened in mind

offended by violent blows and impudent

to lick whipped

consciousness beached and helpless ...

Oh ... the coveted passage while mild

bridge watercolor painting and suspended

ethereal dreams of wandering in limbo

steep and rocky ...

Oh ... The legendary escape

horse Pegasus pushed and chased by

puff

courteous towards peaceful and pleasant land ...

Oh ... The landing Financo

in safe harbor and defended

thoughts anchored

with ballast ecstatic peace ...