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Cogito ergo sum

And good René Descartes. Cogito ergo sum I think therefore I am. I might add: "I think therefore I am, I write, therefore I live." I would return again on the subject dearest to me then that is The first reason why I decided to give life to this diary. I speak of the passion for writing, and I do even more stimulated by a recent dialogue with a dear friend who is in paint stimulation, the same reasons, the same sense of liberation. It 's the reality of each of us to channel our passions. Basically one needs to recognize that the innate gifts, talents, often found in the difficulties of daily life the most fertile ground. We all deal with illness more or less obvious or even hidden. And I thank my love for the pen if the end of each day (even the most obvious and anonymous) I find a way to tell something. I do it using a keyboard, maybe someone else through a brush. I often look around, like today. Many people gathered in a large room and a boring speaker who talks about safety in the workplace and fire extinguishers. Nothing, then, that might attract my attention (we know that in terms of safety, theory and practice are poles apart). So I tried to wander, even to keep from closing my eyes, I even tried to think about how to organize a weekend "productive" in the near future. And now I'm here to write it. The pen, brush, any musical instrument are among the few weapons that can produce benefits. As you'll notice, I'm making a very messy article, without an apparent sense, but it is said that it should have the strength. On Thursday I left the diary gathering dust and I would not piace.Ho started talking about passion, writing and painting. I happen to hear an increasing number of people who find themselves in the art (in all its forms) the way out, which is the preferred. My reflection is actually rather sad. I realize that that is, do something with your heart, something that we like we can bypass the moments and periods of suffering, apathy, mental fatigue. And it's a beautiful thing, but without regard to human relations. I'm giving you all the best of myself to create new, to create relationships that I have always dreamed of. Relationships in which Enzo is now if 'the same, light, almost ironic even funny. I want to let me know how I really am. Lively writing, vivid painting. And since I think therefore I am, I write so alive, not a disdegenerei .... I love live then.

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A's van estos

p ensamientos maltratados

derrumbados

but mixed and loaded

graciously

of this windy morning

as velvety petals.

OH ... if only time

granted time

to talk

If only life hear

what we mean ...

But he is keen

p ou just pressing, running

c sa crazy carousel

... And us girls up as losses ... stunned

... slipping fast as silica hourglass ...

... And is deaf life that ignores

echo the heartfelt voices

And so I write my inability to heaven

and cry at the same time all the rage

leaving the chest

that cuts the soul

and breaks the wings to fly to you

to relieve pain.

OH ! ... How I would like to be alone

to color

your skin candida

... O be the force

to straighten that curve back

... brilliant starry sky and wink

about your dream

But am Sun

... star nor

and even strength.

Only I can write ... Yes!

loving pats

fragrant petals painted with

entrusting the wind

with my smile for you ...

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Huracán de pasión ...

Hurricane

passion that day, suddenly

among those

black stockings and leather straps

I handed them the path to oblivion

unexpected lovers

night plus minutes without touching and olfatearte

as

frightened dog when you relished the neck

between your skin velvety

as my eyes

famed as beast did not remove the

your eyes carnal substance

sweet

soft

because I was hungry and you feel

stroking finger, obscene and desperate

skin designed in a way vibration

in your desire to drink

that wet lips, to quench the thirst

my mouth

confused on that claim scented

your breath in my body

flavors in the wind blowing

between one's senses

pleasure at the vortex of

bodies vibrating at the touch of provocative touch.

Author

© 2010 Antonio Biancolilla

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alive ... "As I look and feel ..." I let myself go

Victoria Coppola, aka Vivi, was born in Torre del Greek near Naples on Oct. 4, but his life took place entirely in that of Genoa.
was then the spirituality of Naples, full of passion and impromptu, to marry creativity and ingenuity by creating an inspired mix of Genoa that has characterized his work.
Vivì approached later poetry, but his life was full of moments of high spiritual poetic intensity that they have consolidated and formed his style. In particular was the star of several personal achievements in poetry competitions that tested his talent and his skill. His poetry is cut
original and extemporaneous, spontaneous rhymes overflowing with delicate lines. You do not expect poetry, but that appeals to you and take you away. It is a sweet read that elevates the soul and produces inner peace.

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His book is a collection of personal poems that takes the name of one of his poems published in it. "As I look and feel ..."

Victoria Coppola, en Arte "Vivi" was born in Torre del Greco, near Naples on October 4, 1955, but his life has been developed entirely in the city of Genoa, Italy

Has your spirituality "Neapolitan", full of passion and improvisation, the have been coupled with creativity and genius Genoa, thereby creating a mixture that has inspired and characterized his poetry

lived later comes to poetry, but his life has been full of moments of high intensity spiritual poetic have formed and consolidated his style. In particular, has been featured in several personal success by participating in poetry competitions that have tested their talent and ability.

His poetic style is highly original and improvised cutting, delicate verses overflowing with spontaneous rhymes. His poetry does not expect, but you and I love to hold on first reading. A sweet read that will elevate the soul and produces inner peace.

to English edition

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Acrostic Poem For The Word Prayer

domino effect

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orfeo calmly steered me towards calmer waters. The night has wiped out (although not totally) the emotional storm of yesterday afternoon. Can a mistake, triggering a vortex of fear so overwhelming? And fear of what may result from it is that will really cause the collapse of certainties, that bit of self-esteem gained so far? Anything is possible if the person referred to is called Enzo. I wonder if and how much I like self-whip, calling me a moron, imagine doomsday scenarios. All for one mistake. My emotions always follow a path all together. You know the domino? There. Given the boost to the first piece and all others will fall hopelessly. I am so. Back then topical theme of the inability to retain (or at least regulate) emotional inside the circle of my poor left hemisphere. Hours and hours of unpaid overtime, exhausting shifts while beyond, on the other hand, the reason often blissfully in panciolle turns thumbs. Then I, I'm not ashamed to externalize my weaknesses with others. I say, almost with pride that I feel, with the resulting risk the usual image of the mature 42-year-old totally devoid of attributes. Today, I received some reassurance but I felt the need to communicate what I take to heart some responsibility. Heard voices and a few jokes here and there I have triggered the suspicion that what I have told in private to those who had, was then spread broadband. It still does not worry about it, maybe even bragging. I do not know what that is nowadays to be sensitive and do not hide their emotions. The stereotype would be a more mature man, at least according to silly beliefs of the masses. But in an environment which is the work you do not choose the people around you. And you must be lucky if those people do not fall into the category of the usual indifferent from the easy cliché. In short, the crux of the matter is then always the same: hurt me. And this does not go well at all. Steps then the commitment, the sense of responsibility, dedication stoic and passes the availability and solidarity. But at one point that "domino" must be stopped. This reason-emotion balance continues to tilt too far from the usual part. I know they are content with frequency and tumbler slavishly, and I know that if I'm here to talk about it, I have not found a straight. It probably will not find, but often enough for me to be here, to slide everything into words, phrases, articles to feel better. But reality is reality, I try again to say: "I have to do something."

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alienates

A light in the darkness

while playing with my

eyes to find you and I rebasarte

shaking hands

to follow the embarrassment of your body.

breathe warm

turns me on as small beads and

kisses your face

innocence transformed lived

enters my senses and my desire

your soft folds

forms are played

my eager lips and let

sighs of your skin have

to my senses.

I stop

robado de aquel contacto Voluntad

antes que se esfume

y me dejo llevar

entre el placer como ola

since fate.

Author

© 2009 Antonio Biancolilla

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La riproduzione, anche Parziale, è senza l'autorizzazione dell'Autore punitive sanzioni you previste Dagli art. 171 and 171-ter suddetta della legge.

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Aliento Sin ... Breathe ... You

In this humanity that eats salty drops

my bad

decrease

my days diving rabies

pain of not being dark

breath at birth ...

Alma suffering is my life

silence my time moaning waste

shipwrecked world drowning

nightly ravings

Violence echoes

sucked up snapshots inspired

flying in the wind

leaves falling into my lungs

mourners

Powders rotating the

not time life in riots

tears of laughter to know

throat

exhausted crying I'm like your

but your not like me because I

difference in my

breathing

You breathe without thinking about myself

I think about breathing ...

Dagger that crosses my body hot Sheets

involving body trembling and panting

Nothing is what it seems ...

You run without stopping

I think of running

because my breathing rough knees

makes me shake and my body

fall

Cystic Fibrosis damn ...

Evil lurking in my body killing my lungs

in this cold

darkness that stifles my breath ...

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Copyright © 2008 All rights reserved

Poetry publicado en el book

breathless. Poems and testimonies

By Guido Passini
foreword by Andrea Brigliadori
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uro and determined. Cavoli, I miss both attributes. I can call myself a "weak with the weak." What then who said that these are actually, I mean, I do not discover anything recognize me again in a sensitive, has a rare empathy predisposition. And I'm not singing the praises, the availability, sensitivity, the ability to step into the shoes of others are qualities that cause many internal sconquassi. And if you get rid of these very well known quality (?) Is an undertaking by the Titans on the face of interpersonal relationships, should (indeed must) be an urgent need on the labor front. I have to do because of the specific task that was entrusted to me. Now, in a nutshell I am asked: toughness, shrewdness, a few turns of phrase, determination, a certain amount of "bastards." Otherwise, and I fully realized, enter into a vortex of quicksand that slowly end up swallowed. So here is my intention to go back in vogue in the short term: work-life balance must be on two different levels. I can not say I find it easy to forget who they are for 36 hours a week, it's hard to imagine a person in a position to impose a certain authority. I am reminded of all time (thousands) in which I promised myself to change, to become cynical, calculating, usually what is called a "bastard at heart. It required a survival instinct. The world is a cage of hungry lions ready to tear at the first distraction. Do not try to feed them, to risk amputation of the arm. So far from lions and leeches. I did not succeed. If I look, I can not say that I incattivito, bastardized, are always the same. Well. Now all steps for what is the world of relationships, if not for the work (though not explicitly) ask me a very different arrangement. If not, they are all my cabbages. Today, for example, I was a victim of the cold and unexpected resolution of a colleague who has subscribed and immediately identified the right person to be entrusted with a nice hot potato. And then go. And I can say that after all this time I seriously thought of giving way to nervousness and impulsivity. Then, I think I did and I do not like. Patience, I learned another lesson. But that way is to focus on me as the idiot of the moment did not like. I need further training. Exercises on exercises to make me able to become what I have, for reasons of script. And I have a past as an actor. Not to mention the masks, those just are not for me. I have to think this way: wear a second skin, like water in the form of the container. I try to win another battle within a month. This is the goal.

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62 hours

I spent the weekend outside the home was used to make order between the thoughts. Or at least that is what I hope. Friday, at the end of the workday, I was going to take the train to Milan and it is then that a myriad of thoughts began to assail me. Now that I'm back home from London I try to give full meaning to everything. In a month we finally leave behind the winter. That day will have a symbolic meaning for me. By then, in fact, once freed from the cold, I can strip a lot of uncertainties. It will therefore be the arrival of spring to score the final detachment: work and private life inevitably take two different paths. I'm tired of filling these pages only of subjects related to work. I have lost the street my conscience, my inner self and I do not like. At a time when the working day will be the dull routine and nothing more, then I can take care of me, of my free time. Note: the free time. During the journey to Milan, I met a fellow known during the first days of training for new recruits. I have interacted in a very relaxed except for a brief but intense moment of despair, "If you travel every day you'll realize that you will not have a moment for you." "And that you can only spend the weekend to rest." These are his words. E 'game at that point to a complicated processing of these claims. It will be my duty (In addition to being a primary goal) clearly separate work and private life. My job is just to forget (for 62 hours) people, places belonging to a certain reality. Will I even try not to be that kind of person that I gave the idea of \u200b\u200bbeing. And at that point it will be my duty to figure out who can make my free time a moment that worth living, find people, how best to give a meaning to a short space of time that should be enjoyed fully. In a sense, these two months of work have triggered in me a survival mechanism aimed at self-protection and management reports. The result was an Enzo which is now the case is forgotten. Now that it will acquire the trappings of the routine of normalcy, I will return to finally be free to be who they are. And those 62 hours? Will be lived up to, constantly striving for perfection. It 's a very convoluted post. The ideas are still confused, I realize. I want to say that the substance of life, true life. Even for just 62 hours. The rest will follow.

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DISCLOSURE Sacile

As usual recurring evenings organized by his disclosure of Pine, this time in the splendid p. zza del Popolo in Sacile. L 'at the event M'illumino less, where they were off the main street lights, gave way to lots of people to observe the sky and its wonders. The evening was dedicated to study the planet Jupiter in the removal, the constellations around Orion, the rise and direct observation of the full moon. Multiply participation of curious children and especially attracted by two telescopes equipped with computer and webcam, video, and placed for the occasion of this event.

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Italian Vesion

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never tell me

I have loved

and you love me,

know

can not say with your voice

and use your eyes

and

smile to hide

of your if

is your way love me,

letting love you;

you if, in the silence

in hair

you move between the eyes

while positioned between

fingers to let me read

your different calling;

your if, without words

to let you take the hand

discover

and leave my lips,

prelude to a hug

and I'm stuck to you

not even ask if you love me

for fear that it is not true

the perfume I feel

Autore © 2009

Antonio Biancolilla

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Opera published in accordance with Law No 22 April 1941 633, Chapter IV. Section II, and its modifications. It is prohibited any reproduction, in whole or in part, as well as any use in any form without the permission of the author.

Reproduction in part without permission is punishable by the penalties provided for in art. 171 and 171-b of the Act.

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SISTERS FROM MANIFEST OF FUTURE AND FREEDOM '

4th paragraph) An Italy intransigent against corruption and against all mafias, which promotes the rule of law, ethics and public spiritedness.

12 th paragraph) Italy in which the policy is not only confrontation and propaganda, but not be guided by values \u200b\u200band programs to ensure the national interest and the common good.

13 ° paragraph) Italy that has a future of freedom.

After learning that someone, after the Congress of Milan, who preferred to be enchanted by the sirens of Olympus God of money, I asked myself some questions:

1. But those "Gentlemen," "politicians" who helped spread the Future Manifesto and Liberty, to what extent they were aware of the political value of these three paragraphs?
2. The emotion says he tried the 'On "Barbary when he read for the first time in public the manifesto and especially these three paragraphs, he was feeling was real emotion or drama.

I could go on for quite a while 'to rattle of these questions, but I will not because I think that there is more deaf than he who does not want to hear. But nobody is saying that those who have or are about to leave FLI, do it for political accountability. If so, why had leaked from the PDL? The things were not going well then, why are buckets now? In the meantime, what has changed so much positive in that party? Sure, these guys could also respond with good answers, but will remain forever wrapped in newspeak of unconvincing answers for me but especially for their constituents. The truth is that these gentlemen, unfortunately, do not even know how to spell Responsibility and the Common Good.

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yes "a moment ... Es en tiempos de desarrollo" Mentes y Corazones

Rain developing technological times.

Acrylic on canvas. Abstract

(Conceptual).

by 1220.

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In these times,

a moment to stop

to look around us,

perplexing;

is that progress and development,

that isolates us from ourselves

and leave part of being human,

changing emotions and feelings,

broadband and bluetooth.

is where I feel the need to express, through

paint and

of the beats emanating from it,

a cry of attention

colors and strokes

inner world that flows in that particular universe

poetry is

and

the cosmos.

is,

grimaced

a scream in the night

that will hopefully be able to listen.

"... It is a moment of time in development."

Author

Alberto Lazo-1220

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Cuori and lied all'unisono

We ... Images

unimportant.

Skin ... Colors

make no difference

Words ...

distant places

And

deserve this ... Only our feelings

Every day

Y if the illusion of thought evades us

then ...

was only a dream!

an illusion of hope! Longings

we do good for the heart

met the caresses of your fingers

as keys of a piano playing beautiful melodies

a distinguished teacher

and in them ...

dream

lost ... I realized the sound of your voice

and so the warmth of your heart

you learn the breeze in my words

and hope my feelings

We are in the confines of time

miles away in a space where your

Sway lyrics crossed with mine

and our life became the color

I kissed a thousand times a thousand more

hugged you and so do a thousand ...

But today more than ever I long for your absence

feels like the lack of the same essence ...

2006 ©

Diritti Riservati

Authors:

Tiziana Porcelli, Alberto Lazo 1220 & Giunone Giove

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One of those days ..

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ages take advantage of the limited autonomy of my laptop and write something. I do it because it is one of those days where you do not wait nothing but sit on the train, hoping to be heated first. It is, but I scarf around his neck does not take it off. From this morning I have a strong burning throat I think I'll bring along the whole weekend. And just when I decided to spend out of the usual four walls. My fault: two days ago that not raining and I'm not used to bring my umbrella. Usually I forget it everywhere, and I would be useful in half. So knowingly accept to stand for a quarter of an hour stop 52, leaving the rain drops falling from the eaves and slipping on the jacket passes through the cap. But today is a special day. 'S one of those days which at the end of their shift you feel even stronger than before, you know that the rain will not stop, and even the poor health. You just want to go through the office door, wear headphones, shoot ball to the music in my ears and stay there, waiting for the damn bus and they forgot completely about everything. Oh yes, it's one of those days. Feeling serene and beaming out when the sky is gray, dull, and capable of a clown is not sadden me. And that says a lot about my state of mind. Too bad that all this there is no rational explanation. I feel strong, able to overcome the angry reaction of the links at the end of the day I resumed due to a stack paper, in its "stolen" from their wardrobe. "But the reams of paper for the photocopier does not take you out of here!" "And then, those are our lockers." But so sorry if I deprived of 10 sheets of paper from a fucking that I have not found elsewhere. And then those lockers were open! Here, even she has managed to cause my angry reaction. A ream of paper, but can you? I do not believe that I could ruin this day mica because of your fucking paper? And in fact today is one of those days. It 's true, I have to admit it but I do not know half-measures: excess of insecurity, or Paturnie states of exaltation combined with delusions of omnipotence. But all in all okay. Master of my ability and especially the owner of those are the qualities required in the attic gathering dust for too long. Urgent need for a shower and a shaving pass. 'S one of those days when even tried to give you an attitude.

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oday I wanted to talk about my debut as a stand-alone branches. But I skip because I realize that lately my articles are single issue. I would rather face another problem. I like my blog (imprint of intimate) are blogs that I like to call "niche". I'm not absolutely say are better than others. However, arise from an inner need to express themselves, speak to the world for answers but not necessarily to fill an inner emptiness. I do have the proof: I like to write, to fill these sheets on that soul. What comes, comes. I consider this kind of blog sometimes hard to bear, especially in the long term but wrong to think that to be kept alive my diary should have a response from readers. I regret to say that instead, more often Blogs intimate suffering of real crisis of rejection. I happened some time ago. I felt that my writing will come back to haunt me, I finished to collide with them, I do not recognize more than words. I wanted to cut everything. Ideally all these tear sheets and quit. At least a couple of friends and readers have gone through this stage and quite firm had decided to abandon the blog. The reasons are more or less always the same: the script does not help most in part to clarify to himself, there is a further need for human contact to convey their emotions. I also noticed that, to stop any further desire to "put pen to paper" their feelings is the knowledge that went far beyond what was intended. And then the blog has taken possession of the author who can no longer control their urge to write. These are just my personal considerations that arise from such an experience lived by himself, as I said earlier. What is taking me out on this adventure? I fully realize that I can not help myself, I have long since burst its banks, but if I start to want to put pallets of rationale to what should be totally emotional mistake. Or if I started to realize that I'm doing, here I close my adventure. I regret enormously have started reading Blog with great interest and effort inner impression sometimes to understand why some give up at some point. But I fully respect their decision. It 's just that very rare is the ability to look within, even more rare is to translate everything into words. And when you discover that someone still does not want to lose the thread. I still believe to this blog, I want to keep alive and I'll do anything because he does not betray me. I therefore again the reins of my soul, and reason in these cases, it is better not difficulties.

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I do not give up pizza and beer, thanks. Step 3

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Rano ages since I spent a Saturday night away from home. I knew that although it was not an exceptional event for this I would have recalled in a special way. And I had a point. As I have often pointed out, nothing has changed in my life except for that magnificent storm that overwhelmed me and continues to drag me away from a couple of months. I just want to enjoy a pizza and a beer with friends. Sorry, I used a totally inappropriate term: company. I was alone in the company of a great pizza and a cold beer, as well as those that refresh the soul. Ah, just for the record, there was someone around me, occasionally uttering a few words, but often complicit in the starvation I found myself with my mouth full and a valid excuse not to make speeches. So, in keeping with the masochism that is natural to me, I decided to continue the evening. After a long time I set foot in one of the few local love of my city. Here, the atmosphere is friendly, the voices of customers almost deliberately low, an intimate and congenial place to chat. What chat? And with whom? At this point I open the menu, and began to leaf through it, focusing on the wine list I see no one that gives me some special memories. Precisely going back 5 or 6 years old when my weekend was marked with Swiss precision from immovable habits. Friday evening devoted to meditation with wine salami and cheese tasting and wine in some of the area. The Sabbath was used to download any tension; is possibly opted for a room with music of various kinds. And there I was giving the best. Sunday was devoted to walking, and a drink in the evening that closed the path. Do not think, even then I was there to complain. It's been a couple of years since I no longer have the ability to manage the weekend as I want. Now I'm scraping the bottom of the barrel and from time to time I think I could spare them some money. Except that I laugh, indeed, smile derisively at the thought that I can get out of this impasse soon. Luckily, it's just a matter of time, the spring, the summer will give me a world opportunities. And the world will open to me with countless things to see, places to discover. Sneakers, jeans, polo shirts, sunglasses, here it is, the armor of the tourist who just needs to enrich knowledge. Ban stupid, useless dinners and gatherings in places that do nothing but watch others and see how you are different from them as you could and still can not do .... For now.

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iciamolo well, this week is not spent in vain. A good dose of unconsciousness has undoubtedly served to overcome a crucial phase of my new work experience. Recklessness or courage? I can not say, but certainly someone put me in a position to be fearless, and then, unaware at the right point. I wonder if one day I will also have to thank him but I feel like I just crossed four lanes of a motorway and still be there, breathing heavily, but safe. It is not over here. Next week (probably Monday) will be the official investiture ceremony. Finally (?) A mine location and will start my journey solo. I do not know whether to be happy, but certainly I am heartened by the fact of not having to go through intermediate stages, and now it starts and Henceforth, in principle, I will be completely autonomous. Therefore likely that during the next week I find myself not to cross the highway lanes but tropical jungles. I will serve the unconscious? I think not. I think I will return more useful to a large dose of conscience. Until now, regardless of my level of learning, the irresponsibility of others' choices, from the unconscious (always of others), to make a difference was the courage. You are in the middle of a highway, cars whizzing at breakneck speed. The need to avoid. Ankylosed but I feel in situations of necessity, I pulled myself out of a force semidisowned. Instead be fully aware I have given the most, have gone beyond the barrier, helps reduce any doubt. "Stop bend, then you break that," he often says a colleague of mine. "We are not machines," he adds. There are, I give my contribution, I want to learn and at the end of the day I know I did my best. My conscience is fair. Will I need pills for the headaches but not to fight conflicts with my ego. The day slip away, the week also. Here's a "pro" of the situation. Feeling in the trenches and face the enemy: this is "against". I need to pull the plug. I'm satisfied, pleased me tremendously. Courage, unconsciousness, generosity: If I were to use three words to describe this stage I could not choose two others. And now here she is, step 3. It will probably be the last, the most important. In all honesty, I hoped he could get farther in time, but I did not come to terms with the unconscious (always of others). And if those are the lame learns how to limp, I'll end up being the most fearless of the brave. Crazy stuff. When you think that life has formed in a certain way you realize that nothing had yet written. Phase 3, finish.

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the time to time I remember having a job and someone who really loves me. It occurs to me often, too seldom. So far today is the day that he knew of "baptism." This morning, as soon as got off the train, the voice coming from the screens that transmit in random advertising nauseam welcomed me with a "problem of diarrhea? Well, this was enough to tear a smile dell'intirizzimento difficult to see because of the facial muscles. Diarrhea. Something would happen soon, in fact. Sign, set timbres, putting his face. This would have caused my diarrhea today. Despite everything I faced the day with fighting spirit without losing (unfortunately) my traditional afraid to make mistakes and my limited self-esteem has famously become known. All in all it was an important day, pitched an exaggeration to say ... It 's just the beginning, the start of something tremendously more complicated but that will absolutely make me stronger. So, throw everything that happened today. I have to remind me that I have a job. I have to repeat myself a bit 'more often. And the fact that, after a day like this, instinctively pick up the phone and dial the number in the hands of the person most dear to you, well, we must remember that too. All this to dispel any doubts about my supposed misery my state of dissatisfaction in recent days has returned to make his way inside me. Indeed last night, I struggled to sleep. And not just for a friendly neighbor after 22 really wants to hammer on the wall. Morfeo called me but I struggled to hear his call. Still haunt the usual thoughts: but it is possible that I still can not enjoy, to enjoy everything that is happening to me? I'm beginning to think you are insatiable, to aspire to a perfection that does not exist. Or rather, I start to believe that my personal perfection I have achieved and know when I gave everything for body and soul in these years has produced a result. But I do not agree that this is a point of arrival. I simply tell us that this is the beginning, a new beginning. Insatiable, come on, maybe it is. There are moments in everyone's life where we must necessarily leave room for improvisation and accept that the events take shape, even the mistakes that I made today: many, many. I have a long beard and looked off. Maybe a nice shot of razor does not hurt. Back at home, traveling on this train filthy gaining respect. Torno baptized. And we hope that these heinous videos in random and bored waiting for a train I will accept in an appropriate way.

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with Earthshine Moon phase, taken with 150mm Achromatic LDX MEADE, F / 8 focus ditretto. Shooting with Canon 450D - BW-3 pose "100asa without filters. Processing only contrast with Registax and Crop with PhotoBase. 07 febbraio 2011 hours 18h.55m TU

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Fiat lux!

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n group of children wearing only a sweatshirt and play football in the backyard. And 'the picture that most impressed me during my walk yesterday afternoon. There was a beautiful day, to Saturday, and the tenor of the previous post is the proof. So I decided to dig up the old days when tired, depressed and exasperated I climbed on his legs and left for an unknown destination. My district covers a large area that fortunately has not suffered major changes in recent decades. Are the cars to have ruined everything, not just speculation. After all pitches are still a few garden (maybe not very nice) is still there where it was twenty years ago. And 'the silence that is missing. Noise, pollution, crazy driving wild, the voices of children playing are drowned by the roar of the engines. Walking remained, after all, a state of nature almost mocking the background noise. And I find myself walking. So, I started towards an unknown destination through the usual places dear to me, full of memories. But I do not want falling into melancholy reminiscence of childhood is now lost, this is not the objective of the article today. Put a Saturday in February that smacks of Spring, caressed the sake of open the jacket and loosen the bones, the incomparable pleasure to take off his cap and loosen the scarf. In all this I find myself already an immense pleasure. And I'm walking. And suddenly, here's a nice bunch of kids instead of putting on jackets to use them as an impromptu football goal posts. Changing generations, not the practical sense. I'll be back baby I, I find it difficult. I also want to kick, to decouple from everything, to throw a good right to something powerful, with moments of sadness, problems, perhaps even in this cold. And if this were truly the first light of spring to put on the platform of peace? I want to stop dressing in layers, to ask those children if I can join them, play with them, laughing and joking as only they can do: in a completely natural and free from various hypocrisies. Fiat lux, then. It 'just enough, very little. Light brings light, laughter, children playing, jackets that start, the desire to escape. But where's the Enzo melancholy of the previous post? There is still here. Just a little right? A group of children, pushing the legs, the first spring sun, the old neighborhood. Sadly I'll be back home, I have a bad headache but the day was not the easiest. I am ready to face a new week: let my legs honor, the road is still long.

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Jupiter taken on 01.02.2011 at 16h.39m (small photo) and 17h30m UT with Newton 200mm to 5500mm in FEQ. DBK21 on UV-IR cut filter. The expulsion of the planet anyway, even if the diameter is decreasing, we are giving away surprises, as the reappearance, although still split, the SEB.