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I offer a warm and relaxing herbal tea?, By now you transmit to the frenetic world fades of the day. Obviously there are cookies, how could they?

Wait !!!!...... I put the soundtrack to this moment how about jokes with "Nevsky Prospect"?

De Andrè or poet that makes us dream with "Love Is Blind"??

"Hand in Hand with Rino ".... .....

Vinicio not .. Bastan words but "Everywhere Protect" the grace in your heart

and with that good night ....

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Creattivi

Yesterday 'was a beautiful day, sunny and creativity.
Marika and I went to see Creattiva, proud of manual arts in Bergamo.
It was a fruitful visit as usually we are too busy working in other shows at the same time and we never buy materials from seeing true, but only the computer-mediated video and trusting in some reviews or shop online celebrities.
fact we had already thought of being able to visit Skillfully in Vicenza (where we go three times a year to other work commitments) but our boss has seen fit to divert to Rome in that we so patiently, so yesterday we were fortunate equally. The fair was
be interesting, we found some new material that has intrigued and a good selection of tools that were lacking in our study. When we left we looked like the Magi, with bags Small bags and boxes that ran on all sides.
I regret that I have found only one exhibitor stoffine colored with a different kind (materials that, instead, I found in large quantities in Paris) and very few, very few buttons. I came to know of other trade fairs abroad, especially in my loved London, so could I, in a not too distant future, take a trip there as well.
Only one thing I was really disappointed, finding that an exhibitor was selling a kit to create patterns (all in felt) the Doudou identical to those of LA SARDINE http://sardineshop.bigcartel.com/ (I do not think they had the authorization). I find this annoying and disrespectful plagiarism for those who spend time, energy and hopes to do new things, which could lead to a future that remunerativo.Credo own creativity as a word itself, there is all the freedom possible to make room for the imagination.
If everything is reduced to a mere economic issue, a gain speed, then is the death of dreams, a thick fog descends on everything.
I know that you disagree with me, we talked a lot with Alessia, with Elena Fiore and many others, and it really hurts me to see the creativity just lazy for money.
Happy Sunday to all creative!

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Alba very blurred from my bed of Molinette ... but in general the beginning and rebirth are always a bit 'confused ... Let us consider an experiment.

Now and forever: Good morning.

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Call again ...

"And the boat that flew in the sky
that children were still playing
I would have given the whole sea
vedermeli just to get there.
For the poet who can not sing
for the worker who no longer has his job
for those twenty years, and if they are to die
in a desert like a pigsty
and for all boys and girls
defending a book, a real book
so good to cry in the streets
because they are killing the thought.
To the bastard who is always sun
for the coward that hides the heart
for our memory thrown away
by these gentlemen of the pain.
Call still love
call always love
this cursed night
will even finish
because from here we will fill the
music and words.
Call still love
in this hopeless dream
between silence and thunder
defend humanity this
also remain a single man.
Call still love
call still love
always call me love.
Because the ideas are like butterflies
you can not take away the wings
because the ideas are like stars
not go out the storm
because ideas are rumors of mother
who thought they had lost
and are like the smile of God
in spit of this universe.
Keep writing life
between silence and thunder
defend humanity this
that is so true in every man.
Call still love
because we love. "
Roberto Vecchioni

Sometimes anger over Italy that not as we would like or for a world that is not as we would wish, is not enough.
It takes a lot more.
This is one of the most beautiful songs ever written, text and music.
I think that best represents everything we want and all we really need.
"Defending this humanity, but there is only one man."
The scorched earth of our reality is the other: a dying town day after day, values \u200b\u200bthat are stoned every day, young people who study and who find themselves begging for a job day after day , girls who disappear day after day, children who are used to correct the mistakes of Adult day after day, people who talk about everything on TV without knowing what he's talking about. Day after day.
know what's up?
I wish that tomorrow, when I am about to enter the Juvenile Court, told me that there is more need because their parents have ceased to make war and children and young people are educated in ' love and with love.
I wish that tomorrow, when we talk about anorexia and eating disorders of all, people knew well what they are talking about, without filling the mouth of doing good or prejudices, especially if you have a microphone in hand and is talking in front of millions of people.
I wish that tomorrow the real problems are addressed, without seeing a fight on the comfortable red armchairs, while outside there is an Italy that dies.
tomorrow I wish young people like me had this to build without a soul debt to pay for their training.
Italy tomorrow I would not be a democratic republic based on the recommendations, ranging from mild to more widespread.
Today if you're not a friend of this and that (but a friend like you should!) Must come home dead tired in the evening while you wonder what will happen you.
And in the meantime, your dream is just waiting to be put on the right track.
But still not the time.
I wish today was a present worth living ... "spit in this universe."
And perhaps there is, for those who wait ... and built like me. Why are we
"the smile of God" ... and "we love."

"Call me ... call me again love always love" ... yes I would also like this.

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to GjiUoIA MIA !!!!!! if someone steals a flower for you ...


I do not write because they do not cast are more 'capable
life gives you a model in his own image and likeness,
I waited a few days for you to fade ... what ???!!! So
it says "this thing here but I've never believed the mica" as Claudia would say ..
It never fades, it is not possible if you have any feelings.
Life takes and gives? No, life just gets!
Also known more equally and 'his claim when one day you ask him to wait a moment.
E 'GijuoiA then leaving all the words and the considerations that you have expressed violently and do a good job, and why it is so few, no one can grasp the meaning!
Why is there a way?
Maybe a 'expectations?
but what?
hear "please"?
hear "thank you"?
be told you're special?
hear you are strong, for you I do not know how I do it?
NO SAH!!
expectancy there is the illusion of depth in which we are born not to choke!
awareness that everyone thinks of his cock every time.
The awareness that there is awareness, but only one life, you live through joy and forth between a fleeting and too short, a nostalgia that is not filled, a sadness that makes you gape and shrug .
It means that we are simply living our lives Gjiuoia?
All rise ... after the climb a climb that takes you even greater still higher ...

.. in love with Sarah _Marì

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Thought of the evening ...

"To what end there, if I were all contained in myself?

If all else perished and he remained, I should still continue to be; and, if all else persisted and he was annihilated, the universe would be alien to me, I do not seem to be a part.

My love for Linton is like the foliage of the woods: time will transform I'm sure, as winter changes the trees.

But my love for Heathcliff resembles the hidden rocks and immutable source of little visible delight, but necessary.

I am he, he is always, always in my mind, not as a pleasure, as I'm not always a pleasure for me, but as my own being. "

Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights

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life beyond appearances

Five, six, seven, eight.

began ever so a exercise.

counting, as if wrapped in music that time, asked to be tamed.

It made no difference, or a dictation of the teacher screamed in your mind.

You had to count, otherwise you lose time and musicality ... and succeeded disconnected.

Or rather, he could not.

So start over, even though you hurt all over.

Why stick your wooden pounding on the floor of the classroom teacher in the " five, six, seven, eight "which meant starting over.

The sound of two sticks on the shape and color different but so close in the request to continue, punctuate your strength and your resistance, especially when his knee was not tense or the instep was not perfectly arched toes.

remember like it was yesterday the light touch of the stick on my knee, willy-nilly , was tense.

And above all, the sound of creaking wood that bears witness to countless hours of hard work.

We often deal with ourselves, especially in those moments when we look in the mirror and they're not enough, and we feel the weight of the opinions or views that others do or have done on our behalf.

nearly ten years since I stopped dancing, but the rigid discipline that accompanied my body in all those years of my growth, has become a part of me.

classical dance is like a religion.

E 'rule, sacrifice, strength, discipline.

A discipline that, if it goes for twelve years, it is inevitable that you come in and be with you for the rest of your life, making you become inflexible with yourself in your daily life.

Try watching a dancer, when, with her tutu and her shoes, dance in a theater before an audience.

smiles.

not see the pain, there is no sacrifice, there is no rule, there is no inflexibility.

But before going on stage, the dancer is his bar in the classrooms of a school of dance, with the echo of the noise in his ears stick his rhythm the teacher "five, six, seven, eight a new beginning.

There you see the discipline that only a few are paid.

they understand.

On the stage of life, it happens more or less the same thing.

If a person shows in a certain way, everyone watching as it appears.

Like when you see a dancer on stage, dancing and smiles.

And you think you've discovered the essence.

If we make the effort to get out of the theater and find yourself in a dance school, made up of many large classrooms with huge mirrors that reveal everything and all betray, feel what it is the essence, even if the dancer is the same.

It takes an enormous effort to twirl the ends, the same effort, perhaps, that you have in dealing with the true essence of people.

Stop apparently means see.

Cross that appearance and grasp the deep meaning look.

not only in the eye, but the soul of a person.

Not everyone is as they appear: they need only to be discovered little by little.

Because life is not just the glitter and lights up a stage, but above all a time that demands to be lived and that only a few are allowed to live.

Who has the courage to peek into those huge rooms with huge mirrors and see what's inside.

Even if it means waiting a "five, six, seven, eight, before starting again.

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Hello, I'm Sol

I come in peace, I have 4.5 billion years, I eat
of hydrogen and helium to power my spirit of fire.
I do not need you land but you need me to live. Have you given
I heat, light, the Earth's resources, the colors, the view, joy, love.
I observed with interest when I eclipsed, with fear if hidden.
have a habit that surrounds you.
are in the air we breathe.
I have everything under control, the government portion of our Universe.
And today I come to shine, rasserenado _Marì
Scassa more than the ball so !!!!!


_marì

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Answers that matter

Sunday evening.
close the door of my hut, and turn on the light.
I throw the bag on the chair and I raise my jacket.
Then he sighed, wondering: I'll do everything?

Monday evening by train.
The carriage is almost empty.
front of me a woman in her fifties.
I study.
On the cover of my book it says: status exam preparation for the profession of psychologist.
him feel the gaze of the lady and I look up.
"But who does it do?" - ask me.
I'm going to answer, but I did not come the words.
And the train is coming to Florence.

Tuesday morning.
"Maid of Orleans, in a little 'you go but be prepared that the future will be hard! "
Thank you. Thank you so much for the encouragement.
But I fear that you understand your sensitivity and you eat enough.

Wednesday morning. I mean this morning.
A fourteen year old girl in tears. not stop.
Look at him. Then he looks at her.
Finally look at me and says: "last week you told me that I could be quiet, you see instead?"
I open and close my pen.
'You think like them? " - continues.
I try to say something to reassure her.
" too! You're like everyone else, as all of them, indeed are worse, you promised me that everything was fine! Bad!"
I feel like dying.
And I would cry with her, go and close, tell her it's for his own good.
But I have my place.

I get home and sigh looking at the window.
remember a time in my adolescence when I did not want to cut my hair.
Yet they needed it.
were too long and full of split ends.
I had to cut them.
after I had promised that they would become more beautiful. And strong, too.
But I do not believe it.
And in that moment, when the hairdresser began to scissor kick all my hair, hate it with my whole being.
I hated her, scissors, my hair, my whole life. At that time.
But then ... with time, I realized that that cut was really necessary.
My hair became thicker and more beautiful. And again ridivennero long.
Without that cut would have been ugly and damaged, like everything that is not renewed.
Sometimes we need to cut anything in our life and then, after some 'time, to see it become more beautiful and stronger, as after a new hair cut, even if that moment seems the most terrible living.


are not bad. They, above all, they are not.
One day you will understand.

"If I could stop one heart from breaking,

if ease the pain of a life or heal a penalty

or help you get knocked back into a robin's nest,

I shall not live in vain. "

Emily Dickinson

smile.
Lady, maybe now I can give you a response.