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I'll sing sweet candle

you're light of your lover.

are the flame and the moth

as truth and love.

To love dance in the fire,

for you ... I love her more love. My passion is

off in the flame that consumes you. In light

I dance,

the fire of love is fire for you ...

other love I did not.

I will sing beautiful moth

you're light of my lover,

you do not know the truth ...

your flight is an illusion.

I love myself and my death,

with me burns the fire,

not me in the fire.

dawn And when I extinguish

me track will not remain.

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I miss you ...

If you do not love you already,

learn how to do

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per avvicinarsi, senza fiato,

alla vera conoscenza.

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below ... wait ... wait ... lose it ... find it.

The snow ... this soft, white substance that whitens
my magical mountains and my dreams.
Finally ... could touch, smell her perfume, emanating
enjoy the cold, intoxicated with his greatness
. Walking
sink ... ... ... roll down ...
immerse in cold but its warm embrace and
feel in my body and my mind
the caress of the first snow.

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Care amiche, cari amici,vi proponiamo il piccolo video che Filomena, la Rete delle Donne ha ideato dopo aver constatato il vuoto informativo sul ruolo che le donne hanno giocato e tuttora giocano nella storia e nella realtà quotidiana of this country. We felt the need to silence a small extract from the sequence of female figures, past and present, to bring them back to the surface in a more accurate story about the reality of Italy. It 'been a difficult exercise, our. Many, many others have been sacrificed to the need for brevity implies that the means chosen. We hope, however, that will convey the message that Filomena with our little operation is clear. We ask you to circulate this video as much as possible. To bounce him from one computer to another, enabling us to give women the visibility they deserve. We think it's appropriate to start with a gesture like this, listening e di diffusione, per riscrivere il necessario racconto sull'Italia. Paese senza donne, in apparenza. In realtà, paese che da sempre sul lavoro e la fatica delle donne poggia. Grazie per il sostegno che vorrete darci. FILOMENA, la rete delle donne www.filomenainrete.com http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mQcAkCKp2Nw --



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*** DOVE IL CORAGGIO DIVENTA ... FOLLIA ***

The desire that becomes necessary! The desire to become

thrill! Anxiety becomes strength ... The fear becomes exhilaration

! The courage becomes madness!

The void awaits me silent ... 800 feet below me
the placid waters of the stream flow Raganello

and quiet while the sun stained red the great walls

Timpa of State Property.

Step by step along the narrow path, my eyes

careful and vigilant settles a bit everywhere.

Before me I see the ledge that bisects the wall,

the thin strip of land commonly called "the path

goats."

I can not help but look below me, the great

abisso che sembra inghiottire tutto ciò che ci circonda.

E' sempre una grandissima emozione rimettere piede su

questi luoghi aspri ... affascinanti...austeri... ma di una

bellezza unica.

Il vuoto mi attrae... mi affascina...mi tenta...mi sfida...mi lancia il
suo pericoloso e irresistibile richiamo.
E io conscio del rischio, del pericolo, rispondo al suo richiamo.

Sento la mia pelle che vibra...i sensi all'erta...l'attenzione al

massimo, so che un passo falso può essere anche fatale.

Non cerco una spiegazione razionale, so solo che se mi trovo
Here's why we gotta be, it is my nature ... is my world.
I fall in the ledge and it seems that my body changes.
As a lamp is turned on, I feel the change.

It 's the wall ... the void that takes me. I feel the areola, the soul of the place
that covers me and makes me his. Now there are more
man walking, but a creature ... of the mountain.
I do not think more with my head, are the wall rock,
empty, the sky, the sun, thinking for me and guide me.

All of this is fantasy ... this is all
dream ... this is madness. I do not feel
stanchezza... non sento la fatica...mi sento leggero,
fluttuo e volo... guardo e mi sento felice.
Dentro di me emozioni autentiche e stati d'animo alienanti.
I miei occhi cercano di catturare tutti i particolari, i miei sensi

all'unisono captano qualsiasi segnale e l'adrenalina al massimo
circola nel mio corpo come impazzita.
E' in questi momenti che mi rendo conto di quanto la natura
è grandezza...di quanto la natura è poesia...di quanto la natura
è perfezione...di quanto la natura è vita.

Quando sprazzi di ragione emergono nella testa, mi chiedo se
sono davvero qua, su questa striscia di terra sottile, con sopra di me
solo la dura roccia e sotto il vuoto.
Mi chiedo se tutto ciò non è frutto della mia fantasia.
E' difficile comprendere...è difficile capire.

Anzi ... non è possibile.
La percezione di alcuni segnali...il malessere che mi prende quando
sono lontano da quello che considero il mio mondo...
La gioia che provo quando respiro la terra...l'appagamento
che sento quando m'inebrio
col profumo della neve...quando mi delizio col ruggito del vento...
quando tocco con mano la roccia..il ghiaccio,
non si possono spiegare... non si possono esprimere con parole.

are moments that can only live ....
Living ... but then, what is contained in this word?
What is life?
Living ... is to be yourself! Living ... is to be free!
free to dream, to love, emotions, mistakes,
to make mistakes, to smile, to cry.
Living ... is good and the love of your father and your mother.
Living ... is their everlasting memory.

Living ... is the smile of a loved one, her gaze,

his voice, his love.
Living ... is a "good morning" said with a smile on the lips.
Living ... is getting up in the morning and check to see the dawn of a new day
.
Living ... is excited to feel the warmth of
first rays of the sun.

Living ... is lost in a fiery red sunset.
Living ... is to immerse yourself in the colors of a rainbow infinity.
Living ... you hear the roar of the wind.
Living ... the heat is a fireplace flanked by
your partner.
Living ... you hear the patter of rain.

Living ... is crying with happiness.
Living ... is the innocent eyes and face
dreaming of your children.
Living ... is soaked, laughing and jumping under a
summer storm.
Living ... fall is seeing the white flakes of snow

Living ... is amazed every day with the slow and steady
the rivers.
Living ... Is it being small compared to the grandeur of the sea
.

But live ... also have a conscience.
Living ... is also having respect for oneself, for others and for nature
.
Living ... is also having respect for a flower, animals
and everything that surrounds us.

Living ..., again, is excited about the little things.
Living ... is hope.
Living ... is dreaming utopia ... maybe with a touch of magic
.
Living ... is loyalty.

Living ... is humility.
Living ... is also strong.
Living ... is also daring.
Living ... is the taste for risk.

Living ... is the thrill of danger.
Living ... is to have courage even when it becomes
... madness.