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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

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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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dissolve and fade

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IREI I need to write. And I have to do it quickly, before the battery dies in my arms. And 'one of those days at the end of which, would have suffered the chance to vent, ask advice, to tell the thousands of emotions experienced in a few hours. But I can not, at least until they pass through the door and finally find what I'm trying. Here I am, then. My blog is my small dark room lit only by the slight light of a candle. There's just me. And my thoughts. What can I say. You can spend over eight hours from exaltation to its maximum efficiency, then the unconscious fear of not having done enough? Do not listen to my conscience and I hurt. Because what that tells me is that I, as always, doing my best, if not all. So who I instills fear that stupid? The answer once again I find myself: what do I care what is' that I prove to be. Always. Available, capable of that one movement of the head that corresponds all'annuire. So, hence the belief (or rather, fear) that I should always give their best, even when it seems I asked. So go with the guilt: "But I should do that too?", "I then really done everything possible? "And if I were misjudged for my behavior?". Faure, probably unjustified, absurd that they are already undermining a long bridge that I have a desire to live in total relaxation. Step to really stupid, I realize. But I had to speak, I had to tell, outsource everything. I do not care to be in effect a paranoid. And so am always doing the basics to live badly. And to think that everything is terribly clear: I am afraid of the fact that you have already discovered the cards. You think I can get rid of this little moment, until Monday? Or end up with the worry of a 'possible return to my complaint? And if I I spent almost megalomaniac? Maybe my presence and my absence at an important moment not even been noticed. Well, that is, creating the usual havoc is still the same incredible, absurd fear. That in some respects is motivated because I'm still in "trial period". But the problem is somewhere else, this is clear. The problem as always is in me. Ah, I almost forgot .. Among the feelings of today is worth mentioning the fact that I felt so good to the cause to think of an idiot. I got rid of the spider web woven around over the years is not easy, I worked hard to make a grown man who still, however, must learn a lot from life. It can be that everything that is happening slowly help me to get rid of interlacing strings that wrap. That will come soon on June 20.

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Lightness

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eggerezza is a dish of baked pasta with artichokes and grilled steak spectacular. Lightness is above all to have an hour lunch break that finally allows you to converse well swallow all at the speed of light. Lightness is a whole day spent listening to speakers that make you training on topics of which you do not give anything. Lightness is known that everything that happens on Monday and 8 hours non-stop touch you. Lightness is a beautiful sunny day that makes you the illusion that maybe from now on everything will appear in a different light, but that is fine because the need is great lightness. Lightness is knowing that I was given the day off and that I will be the bridge of the March 17. And who knows where to go .... But why throw away a day off knowing that I'll be probably at home? Just like that are light, very light today. As always happens to me, I treasure these moments a lot of manna from heaven, where everything seems to me terribly nice, and every little incident worth living. In these situations is getting way in me the belief that it is a state of apparent calm: everything is going your way? Well, then better try to enjoy everything. Still far, far away is the date of June 20, a goal critical to gain a greater determination and desire to highlight problems and complaints. I'm good. I do not rebel, unconditionally accept all (or almost). From June 20, we'll see. Lightness is certainly thinking about who I am today, as I can grab the life all around you as a present to me without instilling any fear in fact, injecting more courage and will to move forward. Lightness is get home, see my family and think that there will be no clashes between us for the usual problems. I realize I'm back down to earth and then not be able (except on rare occasions) to rack one's brains trying to figure out why or wherefore of every human action. And to think that the tone of the post read it yet, but what can I do, have done so. Lightness is to have my book, my journal and my computer at hand: to exorcise three hours of the day presents a Trenitalia, is a must. Ah, I forgot .... Light is thinking about the next purchase "compensatory time off is not that then. In short, by dint of lightness to talk I can rise very nearly pulling your feet off the ground and especially my back on the back of this filthy first downgraded. Well, I know: o terrible states of masochism or delusions of omnipotence. The middle way I do not know. I'm going to enjoy a few more hours of light.

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Mountain View ...

Melancholy clings to

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distance

to Mountain View ...

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Giunone Giove © 2009

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Congratulations and harping

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let me go on are accustomed to compliments and harping. At least in words. Those, I much prefer to use them for other purposes, and far more deserving. Usually it all starts from the heart and when I feel someone is worthy of esteem and respect, I do not get lost in conversation and prefer to act, demonstrate in practice what that person is important to me. I am even more embarrassed to be me, compliments and harping on the subject of several. For the same reason, I assume, perhaps incorrectly, that there are different ways to show appreciation and, in my opinion one of the words is too easy to use and does almost never committed. Long introduction, as usual, to introduce the article today. Which is dedicated to you, dear readers. A personal blog, I repeat, is a niche blog. It creates a niche player. Not privileged, not lucky, because often these blogs (and this is my case) end up being a difficult, convoluted and heavy going. Niche because they have large, extremely sensitive and critical. The observation is important. To you, I ask those harping and these compliments today, and alas, I can only do through words. Because this is our means of communication, we have no other. And sure, your comments, your criticisms, your appreciation of me, do not slip away just because they never expressed in words. How else could you prove it? Your attention, if only your step without a comment or a trace of you is a symptom of great sensitivity. That sensitivity and dignity that those who know me very often does not show. And 'the great contradiction here. Who can and must only use the words it is almost always wisely, honestly with dignity. Those who could do without doodles and girotondi language, this means choosing instead, because the simplest but also the least expensive. When I get off here, in the depths of my inner self and gather material for my articles are very much happy and proud. I chose to disclose my cranny of the square in which guards the innermost feelings. And think, sometimes I even get to look depressed, perpetually sad, sad. Far from it. You see, dear reader, in real life is soon to be what we want depending on who you are in front of him. But each of us has a background that may choose to keep away from everyone. I preferred to detect. Without shame. All this to say that someone who does not exist in reality, better than you know and have learned to live my cranny. You do not care anything but that. And that means that you know me perfectly. What are the lives of everyday life is what makes me. And there, perhaps you would like surprises. Thank you so much, as always. I thank those changes seen with comments and those that pass, read and go away. They are good at compliments and harping on?

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The mask of indifference

the fact that I get up all morning at 5.30 am and return home at 18.30 is now a habit. Work. The routine is and will be this. As I predicted, my metabolism and my body is perfectly adapted to the sudden change of pace and stress. Well, I can be happy. I do do a gym session a week but has always known that wonderful effects on body and mind. That said, I must emphasize that I am using different weapons to exorcise my working day, at least at my MP duties. And among these, the irony el'autoironia. Sometimes I wonder how I should do to maintain such a high mood and as able to engage in relationships with colleagues always inspired a peaceful quiet life. For sure I speak in these terms because they are a novice, having already figured out much of the system, environment, people need self-radiate energy to move forward. My energy is the irony, subtle wit. And the irony. The desire to tease, to joke on him, then convincing myself that a little 'Fantozzi, they are. Obvious when certain attitudes I always wonder why. And I've got a reason, I just illustrato.Così step from being a whiny fussy, a sort of caricature. But where are the middle ground? One of my goals is, however, to finally be "masked" at the moment appropriate. Steps being so serious and reserved, pass the speck purely for reasons of survival. But with some people no, not really. It 's time to really make me hateful. After all, it asks me to force myself to be friendly with everyone, because as someone to whom you're on a bale skin is always there, no? Today for example I was in front of a parade person, much has changed his attitude towards me in a short time. I know some of the little things, even if the most missed. They are precise in that sense, and although it hurts me, I should at least obtain a benefit: now delete some contacts. And so, even with a heavy movement and stomach discomfort, I am indifferent to form, I try to fly over and ignore. Many times in life I happened to enter into relationships that are then diminished in total silence for no reason. The reason there is almost always, but I, in front of the silence of others, I decided to be conniving and I adjusted. I'll never know why there is an end, I can only imagine. But know that situations like this return to occur. Patience. In less than a greeting, an excuse to turn away and slowly, everything passes. Significant damage. But now I have a set of masks to be indifferent at hand ....

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evolutionary path

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tarting not stand the strong temperature. Very low temperatures in the early morning, epic sweaty in the afternoon. I ponder and theorize about the "ulterior motive", typical of all human action. I think the friendships impromptu sequences of behaviors that seem to go in one direction and then suddenly they take another. I love talking about oddities. I'm referring to those sudden and unexpected about-face that, highlight, ex post, an apparent second order initial. When I think that most people always acts in the pursuit of a hidden order (even the most trivial) I am (proudly) more beast than man. Every loving Animal acts almost always in the name of a primordial instinct, survival. And each half is awarded in the name of that essential goal. Ah, men. They are well equipped. They have a good brain, of varying sizes in terms of neurons, but still a brain. And then we talk about the damage that an option of this magnitude can cause. For example, a brain can think. It provokes thought (may cause) the apocalyptic dimensions of disasters. Suppose a man with a brain still evolving, however embryonic, decides to think. You can then get to the point of pursuing an end that stupid as to take advantage of a momentary company spaces to fill time, however, limited. In name of this fine, his brain will lead him to develop friendly attitudes, convincing. Then, achieved the target will again be an entity (always with a brain), met for the goal achieved. Each of us holds a power that was simply attributed to matter, however, no control can be exercised on how it is used. Always a supporter of rationality, logic, always eager to recover even an animal instinct madly over the years, I would love to go to an embryonic stage of development. I would like to hunt, I would like to move, I would do everything I can for a noble and necessary. And instead I find myself human and think. So I think I'm wrong. Can I afford to be too slippery to the point of action to the circuit, to move to get something that is far from noble. This article is a mess. He continues to cast doubt on what I am really. Reason? Yes Brain? I hope so. Instinct? Ah, this unknown. Asshole and bastard in? Ah, ah, let's have a good laugh over. To conclude: I accept fully my status as a thinking human and fallible as such. The day that I will give a "second" end I completed my evolution. Beate beasts ...

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"Happy birthday to you" (Part Two)

T ime of celebration. After two days of the date of my mom today is the birthday of my dad. For some time I decided to take a few wrote to my family. What better opportunity than that of a birthday, and I can certainly more difficult to talk about my father and not because I do not have a good relationship with him. I could use a few adjectives to begin to define it: hermetic, reserved, practical, sometimes shadowy and thoughtful. I always wondered how he and my mother were able to find a reason to get married. Them, so incredibly different. Opposites attract? I find it a of the many clichés. I would say that opposites have a good chance to meet given the uniqueness of each one of us. In fact we will never find our clone but someone to be appointed to the closest to our feeling, thinking, being. This does not mean that then you go along. In short, they are different. The strength of my father has always been his common sense and the proverbial calm that made him one of the few living things in the world not be a victim of stress. He does not love and never loved the company of people. He likes to live his world of (now retired) television, reading, and playing some football. A man, therefore, that, despite the work it has always placed in contact with others, preferred to live their lives without necessarily having to share it with someone who was not his mother. The board, pull down the days all the same and make the most intolerant people. Him? E 'immune to everything. His words ring out again: "Enzo, you have to have patience everyone near her placed." And he has had a lot of patience. Hard work, the power in the hands that get dirty grease. The evenings spent mulling over how he could solve this or that problem. My father started working very young, like many of his generation. From Puglia to Germany, then Genoa and finally Alexandria. And me, jokingly every day I make him weigh the final selection, "Why Genoa is not, and this dismal place?". Seriously. I see it clear now. Now that I've lightened the burden of the last for which he could not find peace. This birthday will be different for him. Does not say, not say it. Why, for someone like him, some phrases you can not get them out. I'll say with a smug look, or with the silence which usually responds to the positive coming from the outside. My father just laughs. He smiles, if ever. And my mother can give to his tone of voice when a heavy tone, clash for every trifle. So different but so alike. Couple of other times. Well, good birthday to you too, Dad. Ah, I told his mother: "Keep it up."

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Pending Morfeo

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Apita sometimes when you've already decided to write the next article and dedicate it as an argument. I know for sure the content of the post tomorrow but I am here, comfortably dressed for bed and sitting in front of my faithful friend, too: the PC. And although I do not feel the need to discourse for something in particular, feel that to leave your fingers on the keyboard. Fill the time it takes me into the arms of Morpheus is not difficult. From the moment you get home by train at 17:20 of the hill when the members will pass on the bed no more than four hours. If I were to dwell on the budget or time to breathe better, to feel a breath of life, well, I would end with the depressed. But every time I grab the jacket (but the time never wear any clothes?) And store it with all his might. What I feel in these situations .. Well, I can say that these are the moments where I like the taste of the warmth of home. The board, however, comes alive, the arguments are sometimes the same and this too because of the undersigned. As I have often said, the new storm that overwhelmed me in the last quarter was and is quite violent. Stuff to fill sheets of rivers or stun my poor parents. E 'with them at table, that I "enjoy" to tell. It 's a Tuesday that turns off wrapped in a pleasant and reassuring silence. Working days sometimes accompany you until you rest your head on the pillow, and sometimes remain there, locked in the office. And you have the distinct feeling of being human and alive as well as used and stressed. So this post is a demonstration that more concrete as you grab the time, how it translates in his favor, clearing the mind through some written word. I like to go straight off, even if by doing so I find it difficult to give an order precise thoughts. Every morning on the train crossing the same eyes, the same tired phrases and it is normal that you find in that "bad town" a "halved". Is tired faces, but people still alive, I guess. And me? I confess, are far from the times of the zombies and dark circles. Not that it's a flower, that's for sure. But time is telling me that my friend is always, as long as I persist in wanting at all costs on my side. I will be faithful partner only if he learns not to expect too much to grasp at the right time. There was once a boy who was afraid of his shadow, the time spent unstoppable without him knowing what to do. Now he has the feeling of dominating, to do what is best for him. How is it possible? Matter of time. Morpheus arrive.

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Although time has passed and ghosts do not haunt me ... Although I no longer live in a dream enslaved malignant and just want to be ... reality overwhelms me now, all the lost years, are partly the answer, to how difficult it is, be ... Now inflexible guardians caring doors of life not allow me that much dreamed ... So between frustration and sadness live ... That one day I saw espectacularmente nice tan ... only Ahora es que sombras oscuras, obligan, someten humillan y ... Ahora, estoy , condenado ...

Although time has passed and ghosts not pursue me now ... Although now living in a dream enslaved and malignant just want to be ... Now the reality overwhelms me, all the lost years, are part of the answer, the most difficult things is exist ... Now inflexible caretakers who look after the doors of life, do not allow me to realize what so I dreamed ... So of frustration and sadness live ... That one day I saw so spectacularly beautiful ... Now it's just dark shadows that require , humiliate and subjugate ... Now are sentenced ...

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"Happy Birthday" (Part One)

I n the end we are two peas. Not so much in the physical but rather those of character. I do not remember how many times I have jokingly accused of being mirrored, and that this has not always played in my favor. She loves to talk, a lot of people, although it continues to deny. At the end of his life are his passions, sewing, love for the home. 'S incredibly hyperactive and then complain that we often hear anxious, nervous, suffering from insomnia. But all that she lives with great optimism, always with a smile. He does not like to stop and think about that much, does not want the time pass in vain. Sometimes it seems like a robot. And if you see her get up at 6 am and go to bed at midnight, if you try to blame her troubles. And 'his life, and that's okay. I certainly have understood his vision of life is not entirely consistent with reality and perhaps because of it, tending to a (sometimes) insane optimism. I see him very often, "Mom you live outside the world, we must get into situations, understand them thoroughly and then evaluate." And on that we always disagree. I do not think Idealism is also synonymous with irrationality: one can always see the glass half full and not to go through this stupid. Certainly it is useful to you all. And while I realize that I write to you then we are not so equal. But no doubt was and still is my best friend and confidant. Both because we always need to pull out everything to prove, through dialogue, to seek a solution. I grew up, I am a man. For her, however, will always be her baby, also guilty of that myself for various reasons, still lives at home. But as a big baby in Egypt. Assess, before speaking. My mom always goes down (too much) in the shoes of others. As always takes the appearance to the point of vanishing and this reminds me of someone (!). I can not judge it from this point of view, but I was in her mirror when I noticed that people have already taken most of the two arms in their possession. To think that he was only given a hand .. It 's still convinced that love to save the world, that we are all able to stay well if we are honest, pure, loving. But how to blame her, his is a generation of phenomena, alien. Until we can still count on those words, on those suggestions that, at first sight will seem anachronistic, light years away from the world of today, we think we are lucky. Happy Birthday Mom! Ah, keep it up, I highly recommend ..

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AAI

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docking, order, rules, rationality, realism, pragmatism, logic. But I'm really all about? The fact is that I find him now. There is no doubt, I am this and I would be lying if I said that the thing I'm sorry. However, there is some small detail that escapes me. There is a part of us that has the sweet taste of the dream of the ideal, the fantasy of feeling. It may be that is not stuff for me. But the problem is large and difficult to resolve. If you are convinced of what you are later in life because of all the days will manifest in quite the opposite? In this case, the whole scenario is that the world of individuals may give you a hand, telling you who you in a sincere way for them six or however you appear. Not much to trust people now, I'm sure it'll get a court surface, or at worst, interessato.Ma I need to know. If you love to keep our feet on the ground, if I go into ecstasy when dealing with a situation I find that it all comes back, that everything has an explanation and that two plus two equals four should convey a safe, cryptic. Should I especially enjoy the great gift of synthesis. None of that. Dream, idealism, imagination and feelings. I have many doubts. I'm not a sentimentalist, I shun the fuss, I am a healthy carrier of concreteness and simplicity, especially in relationships. Who reads me could have some complaint to do since I have always said to give much in terms of "heart and soul" to people. But then I am a raw computer or a moron who in 2011 still suffering for others? I am an 'indefinable alien creature. I am arciconvinto. I'm a whole, which has nothing to hide about the fact that I hardly knew. Others. I went through the complex phases in the course of my "42". The other, but I've never liked. The stage of self-pity, I have always accused of despicable cruelty, insensitivity to deep. In that reaction, I have framed as one by one to hit small targets, one by one. Revenge should be enjoyed cold, right? Now I'm at the stage of absolute indifference. Not trying anything else, I might as well quit the role of risk (or rather, the shell) of the war machine. Restart the heart? I try to be sentimental? It will be worth? Written well, it seems that I can afford to choose whether to use reason or feeling. Not to brag but I am in full possession of both. I feel very master of my intellectual gifts. On the front of the heart, however, easily lose controllo.Ma then who are they? Tell me. And above all, what I write? Because if there is someone who understood something of this article, it becomes an honorary member of the AAI: Aliens Unrealized Association.

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soul a dragonfly (El alma Libelula a)

Among the wonder wing

amounts and not worry about the fragility of the flight,

wander into the vast sea of \u200b\u200blight and leaves the

time of sorrow.

spent the day and evening came, the stars were born

was

night in a storm.

But it was a dream gallop along

Pegasos candid in heaven.

At dawn the wind had hands

fairy perfume the air with the breath of roses,

realizing that the day had come

to stop time, and let fly

heart.

The soul, a dragonfly in the air wanting

exceeding the sun

seeking new boundaries and other worlds, while observing birth

dawn in all its glory.

The soul a dragonfly on green fields

and lips the sweet smell of spring

asking the world to stop his career

to not to abandon a great love.

Author

Modaffari Antonella Bartoli

© 2010

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crimson (Rojo Purpura)

The purple rose petals of crushed

rocks in the shade of weeping willows

retains the aura of mystery

that distinguishes it from other colors

the rainbow.

dying sun rays filtered

arrogantly through

branches of old trees and cancel

forever beauty.

The purple is the color of love.

Sergio Melchior

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the reproducción sin permiso Total Parcial or the author.

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My treasures

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the day that I and only I will be the focus of attention (mine, accurate) is still distant. The day will give up to the usual step back to the next is just as far. When the day comes where I can tirarmela, to make me want to say, "Well, basically you are the center of your world and all that revolves around you is just part of the script? I, therefore, the other main actor, appeared. If I could from time to time to focus on my needs would be a good step forward. At that point, but I have to inculcate a strong belief (which is not far from the truth) that my personal satisfaction, does not necessarily go for the other / a. Starting from this fundamental assumption, able to take that beautiful modus agenda is the "want to be." What then, is also a real measure of how much consideration the scores of other / a nourishing to you. Accomplice to my being who I tremendously expansive with a genius, more often than the game my papers, I am all too obvious. The so-called, open book. Again, as in many others I mentioned, I have always preached good and evil scratching. Let's make a list? Enzo, you have to be more bastard (just "inside"), you have to be more authoritarian, you have to be more airtight, you must be smarter. I have listed some of the promises made to myself and never kept. I know, one can not ignore the other / a, one can not do without. But in my case, the preparation to the next benefit rather than hurt me. And not only because as we all know, the world is populated by hungry lions and slimy leeches, the main reason is that open me too the world gives rise to expectations in me that almost always been rejected. Why? Why, selfish and pretended as if others were to act and respond to stimuli equally to mine. But I realize that this is impossible, even though part of my concept of "perfection" of the report. The agreement is the result of perfect empathy. I see it. And empathy is one of the most beautiful forms through which we see the perfection. They are attached with this concept and I think I will devote an article about it. At what point then? On what appears to me at the moment (but is not), granted, almost had to. I am referring to the affection of my family, and who remains a presence important in my life. My treasures.

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Before downgraded

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and I'm still here, present on the pages of my blog there is a reason. And these days such diligence in publishing readers almost miraculous. But there is tiredness taking. This wagon train is the first head downgraded in my living and traveling with him my thoughts are at a high speed. So again I write to express something that, only after days of high stress, can emerge clearly. To act as a background to this week incredible number of episodes of bad luck to the limit Fantozziana which gave color and cast a veil of irony to the usual confusion of the fund. Confusion comeback to be the dominant theme of my daily work. Uncertainty, and apparently intractable problems unresolved, the absence of clear-cut. I think, that point of no return as indicated by myself against my ultimate goal should be an extension. With the start of spring I proposed to achieve a good working knowledge of the surrounding reality. Knowledge that they would be safe from possible further moments of despair. And instead think I should wait. And as I said, I have a clear desire: to reach progressively to ensure that the work does not interfere in my personal and social life. Then, even there, everything is a mess. I try to try to understand, what can I do to get that feeling of well being that then I know to be the result of a solution in between. Isolate the work is not currently possible. Probably from here to little more than a week to Friday but will not end the possibility that there will be limits even on Sunday. I'm scared of the usual statements of fact. "If you're feeling" that conceal an ... ... but it is better you feel. " It 'a long time that I stopped watching after the end of each day. Enjoy the moment of return, thinking that finally tonight I can also shave and eat with the people dearest to me is all that makes me peaceful. Little stuff? Now I see nothing. Because my project is still being developed, probably I'm building a foundation and if I do all the rest on solid foundations, they will enjoy the fruits. At this point I try to move the deadline a few months. On June 20, will end on my probation, and (I'll put my hand on fire) from that moment on, things will change. So let that confusion reigns supreme, there are used to, but every day is a discovery, no? Back to the weekend to clarify ideas, or rather to restore a semblance of a decent man who also has a life to live. With all respect for the crews of the first downgraded my living room.

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sense of security out of the cage

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oday was a day with two faces. In a way I've laughed a lot, of taste, as I did not for some time. The feeling of the moment was to find myself in one of those situations that have long wanted to live. Stimulating people around, nice, friendly. And then I lived intensely. I am normally very fond of people, but also to individual situations. I would like to hold on to them and to remain there for more than a single moment of sharing. Probably it's all because of my hunger for social interaction, healthy and robust superficiality. I have made and enjoyed it enough, you say. Life is a breeze, the pleasant sensations the last moment of a smile, a jovial accomplice. But I would not be me if I said that I stopped there, at that point, but failing to see the most rational thing. So I reversed the medal and I've seen my solitude, while being surrounded by what at the end I always wanted. Because as I said and I repeat, is the overwhelming desire to screw me that everything should be for no more than one juncture, for a luncheon. And instead, I'm back on the train that leads me to home. I have almost forgotten all that damn good this day has brought. I hate when I do so. And inevitably, my instinct is to curl up and try to protect myself, to fill that void as a result of such sudden godsend. Leaning on myself, and going to discover what makes me feel good, pick up the phone in hand and compose a number. There, now I feel better, I feel protected. After all, the fate also does this. It makes you be born and live in a place you've never heard you. Then, supporting nearly one you desire, you do find work elsewhere, away from that place. It is always satisfying your whims, also gives you moments of unsurpassed sharing. But remember also that this new place is not yours even if it may one day become one. I wonder whether it is appropriate to consider the possibility of making an important step. But I know that maybe is not the time because I know very well and I know that my emotions have a peak and then decline very rapidly. So, rationally speaking I found myself doing a really tight. So, I will continue to enjoy these moments. It will remain clinging to what sopraggiungerà the urge to curl up on myself.

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t research from the previous post. If I then finally "I" and I can easily soar into the sky with light-heartedness, why not take the liberty to finally say what I think? I can do without fear of the recurrence of all I like a ratatouille at 8 am. I believe that there is best to have the opportunity to make assessments about people and things without the burden of a highly personal situation conditioning. How many times (not even the account ..) was my swing moods and feelings to affect a relationship? A lot. How many times have I done to be the opposite of everything and everything in the eyes of the people? Countless. I like this new light in an entirely naturally gives me an incredibly clear vision of what is happening around me. My attention, as always, focuses on people. And it's pretty far that way I live reports: as I said, now that the door of the cage was opened and I started to fly, I discover a new world. I watch him with new eyes, I live in a spirit of light. Beware, though: my new situation does not allow me to choose people to me more like. I think I have to live with some form of compromise and that I will still push up the acceptance of what passes the monastery. I finish, I know, still be unhappy with but I can certainly tip the scales put in a more superficial view of things. Everything, in short, will be forced to light. To recap: I light, light all the rest. I become terribly shallow? I think not. Simply take hold of life and the people who belong to it with greater ease. Today someone called me "man sad and mournful." You know how I react? Smiling. Perhaps the plaintive close, but not sad. Who reads me a long time can probably be defined, lengthy, moody, masochistic. Add to this, and realist, nowadays often goes hand in hand with a pessimist. But I do not consider myself a sad person. The desire to laugh and joke has always been part of my luggage travel. Maybe remained shut in there too long without the possibility of taking the air. I become aware of the fact that my preparation and will surely change the relationship without expectations. Basically I've changed, not the others. Vivo, then love, then I choose: to finally be just enough light, superficial.

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FONTANA

Dear friends of Rai, deny that there sometimes is heavy for a single-income family to pay fees, but it is equally true that when the program sends Rai Fiction beautiful as the life of the Fontana sisters, that fee will weigh a bit 'less.

weighs a bit 'less because I felt, again, proud to be Italian. Proud to have three Italian as the Fontana sisters. I watched this fiction, sitting in my kitchen, as if I read a good book.

Image after image flip through pages, read with passion.

The life of the Fontana sisters is a cross-section of the Italian other times. Clean image of a hardworking Italy, with dreams to pursue and to achieve a clean and beautiful Italy.

As you scroll through the images, among other emotion, I asked myself a question I leave to you, if any, an answer:

Why, now with everything that you hear a story of a family in the north makes a man from the South, in my case even geographically separated, is proud to be Italian? If the Fontana sisters were born in Palermo or Reggio Calabria, or in my beautiful Cagliari, a man of the north-eastern Italian would probably excited, but it would have been proud to be an Italian in the round?