Call me with the name you gave me ... 
We need to give things their names.
If we eat the bread, we need to know that this is bread.
If we take a car, that this is a machine.
If you are confident with a friend, that that is a friend.
When a child learns to speak, he learns that what is called the table, the tree, the snowman.
And he called mom and dad.
so doing, he also learns to recognize the things that he calls by their names.
And learn that if you call , most of the time, they respond .
And when that child grows, he realizes that the feelings have a name: we call it love, friendship, resentment, hope, illusion, joy, fear.
are the ones who have learned from life, both inside and outside the family and, not less, in and out of himself.
But when, becoming men and women, we do not give a name to we feel it is as if we were to put in a corner and moments experienced those feelings that bind us to them, how to cover them with a white sheet, as is done with the furniture we want to store, waiting to return to live in them.
Home made of the furniture is always ours, even if they are covered and although it's not like we wanted it to be: even if he has the spiral staircase, sliding doors, kitchen with island The garden and the white picket fence.
the mere fact that we have lived and still live, is ours, because a piece of us always ends up in things that live, whether we belong to and whether they belong to those who have touched our lives, and even just for a moment.
As these nameless feelings that make us so afraid, because we do not know how to call them and they do not know how to respond, leaving us in a time that we have learned to call to our rescue from an early age, when it fell down to earth Peel and us yelling at our mother's knee to come to us, because that peeling burnt too: it is precisely in those moments that we have learned to call that time waiting and understand its value.
Wait.
someone to come to our aid, to take us there in his arms and whispers: is nothing, do not be afraid, now spends as much.
But when something burns inside us and we do not know what to call it and then we live as we await answers, fear does not pass and become part of us.
For this we need to give a name, because those are the things that remain: how people's feelings and how the lived moments, such as dreams and memories.
E 'this dough that make up life.
And we need to be able to call , whole, to recognize our own and nobody else.
In an exercise of my expressive writing workshops, I ask those involved to give a title to your life, who can hold the value and uniqueness of it.
When we are born, someone gives us a name that we carry to the end of our days, even in the memories of those we touch and the lives of those who remain after us.
But our lives need to be called to give us the opportunity to live waiting for you answer us and tell us: is nothing, do not be afraid, now spends as much.
Because life is like a mother loves us even when they make mistakes and when we do it, and forgive all our flights, even if we admit it or not admit it.
For this we need to call and recognize : no, we would be orphans without knowing of it.
And we fear, not knowing what this fear.
