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From "E 'a life waiting for you" by Fabio Flight

Spesso dicevo che la vita era uno schifo.

Anche quella frase mi stava fregando, perché avrei dovuto dire: "La mia vita è uno schifo".

Allora, magari avrei iniziato a chiedermi se potevo fare qualcosa per cambiarla.

Se era tutta stroke of fate, the case of bad luck, or whether I was guilty too. Why say that life sucks is like saying that there is nothing we can do. What you have to accept as a fact essential. Good thing then I changed my mind.

Luckily I realized that my life has value and that value him I do with my choices and the courage of my decisions. I learned to ask me a question every night before going to sleep, what have you done today to achieve your dream, your freedom?

the second night when I answered: "Nothing," I realized how much the bottom part of the problem was me. So either stop complaining or I started to give me to do.

I understood that to deny oneself, not loving each other is as wrong to close the top button of his shirt. All the others are wrong then as a result. Loving each other is the only certainty to be able to truly love others.

If you want to be happy, if you want to be free, learn to love. To love and be loved.

I grew up I am convinced more and more, and I do not know on what basis, that in life there is only one true love. That there is a prince and a princess for women and men. The soul mate. And the other end are only extras. I was delighted by the idea that a woman in the world I was Prince Charming. Maybe a jerk per il resto dell'universo femminile, magari insignificante, brutto, poco affascinante, magari con me Cenerentola sarebbe andata a casa alle dieci, dieci e un quarto al massimo, Biancaneve dopo il mio bacio avrebbe fatto finta di morire di nuovo, ma per una... fatevi largo, io ero il principe azzurro. Il più bello, il più affascinante, il più interessante. Non è meraviglioso sapere che per una persona al mondo tu sei 'il più'? Non è incredibile tutto questo? Non dà un senso di responsabilità? A me questa cosa è sempre piaciuta. Anche se, in calzamaglia azzurra, non sto da dio.

Sono cresciuto convinto che la mia principessa l'avrei riconosciuta al primo sguardo. O perlomeno che, se non l'avessi riconosciuta subito io, lo avrebbe fatto lei. Questi i tre passaggi: uno sguardo, un sospiro, una certezza. Passavo le notti nella mia cameretta a immaginare come potesse essere. Bionda, mora, capelli lunghi, corti, alta, bassa. Mi chiedevo dove potesse essere, cosa stesse facendo. Se magari stava già con qualcuno. Se aveva avuto tanti uomini o se invece si era tenuta un pò. Tenuta per me.

Queste convinzioni mi hanno portato ad avere un rapporto un pò distaccato con tutte le altre donne con cui sono stato nella vita. Mi piacevano, ci uscivo volentieri, magari un pò ne ero anche innamorato, ma sapevo che comunque non erano loro, quindi un pò mi dovevo tenere. Tenere per lei.

Il mio lavoro mi rendeva uguale a tutti gli altri. Non mi permetteva di esprimermi.

Ero sostituibile come un bullone di una macchina, e questo condizionava tutti i miei rapporti. Perché poi la sera, quando tornavo a casa, avevo voglia di stare con una persona che mi avesse scelto.

Volevo essere SCEL-TO! Volevo una persona che voleva me.

Una persona per la quale io non potevo essere sostituito da un giorno con l'altro.

Una persona che mi facesse sentire speciale. Diverso da tutti. Un individuo.

Una persona. Un principe azzurro. Sinceramente mi piaceva anche uscire la mattina con l'idea di lasciare aperta la porta delle occasioni. Mi piaceva pensare che magari in metropolitana potevo incontrare a look of complicity .... So I sacrificed many things for her.

Lately, however, reflecting on the soul mate that belief was beginning to think that if it was the wrong idea, I would lose the great opportunity of my life. Love. Truly love. Perhaps it is true that one can recognize immediately. Maybe first we must open up, get rid of a thousand fears, a thousand attitudes, a thousand armor.

Perhaps we must also learn to be with some people and not expect the perfect joints.

However, believing this story of love at first sight, keep a form of virginity. A virginity gestures, feeling, words. Jealously guard a treasure chest full of unspoken words, gestures ever made, looks and feelings ever lived, worlds never visited. The woman of my life, the day that I met her, I won a field of immaculate snow, untouched, never walked before, without even a sign of a small footprint. It was all his own, just for her. And I, that field of snow, protected him. I protected him and the guard for years as a faithful guardian, was expecting ....

The words that I uttered, gestures, glances and sensations that would be born from that meeting would be 'perlaprimavolta'. They would be full of emotion, full of energy. Powerful, pure, full of light and strength ..

I thought that when you meet a person, the meeting creates new things. Gives rise to thoughts, thoughts, feelings and actions, which belong only to the two people met. The love that flows between them must always be lived through, at any time. Until the end. Why love when traveling, when it is lived is light and feels light, but if it is locked, if you do not lead lives become. "

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Che freddo. Sono raffreddato. Del resto lo sapevo.

Si è fermata da me per la notte, e ho voluto dormire nudo, perché mettere la maglietta mi sembrava poco macho. Pensare che lo so che se non mi metto la magliettina poi prendo freddo. Ma a volte mi piace fare il figo,mi piace fingere di essere quello che non sono. Faccio il duro a torso nudo e la mattina mi dico: "Babba bia che freddo".

Ma mi sa che questa è stata l'ultima volta.

Qualcosa è cambiato.

Mi sa che l'amo. Mi sa che per la prima volta sono innamorato.

Intendo dire innamorato veramente.

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With you I will be again. I tell you these words in the best period of my life, the time when I'm good, I understood many things. During the time I finally reunited with my joy. In this time of my life is full, I have so many things around me that I like, that fascinate me. I'm very well alone, and my life without you is wonderful. I know that it sounds bad, but do not get me wrong, I mean I ask you to be with me because without you I am unhappy I would be selfish, needy and interested in my own happiness, and so you would be my salvation. I ask you to be with me because my life right now is really wonderful, but with you it would be even more. If I lived a life without you dreary, empty, unhappy, there is no value to give it up for you. What value would you have if you were an alternative to nothingness, emptiness, the sadness? The more a person is good by itself, and acquires more value the person you decide to stay. I hope you can understand what I try to tell you. I'm fine alone but when I met you it's as if every word I say in my life there was a letter of your name, because at the end of every speech you ever compare. I learned to love me. And since being with you I will give you myself, I will make my best gift possible every day. Forces me to be careful. Worthy of love I feel for you. From this momento mi tolgo ogni armatura, ogni protezione... non sono solo innamorato di te, io ti amo. Per questo sono sicuro. Nell'amare ci può essere anche una fase di innamoramento, ma non sempre nell'innamoramento c'è vero amore. Io ti amo. Come non ho mai amato nessuno prima... "

Ti ricordi quando mi hai chiesto se avevo le pastiglie per la felicità? La pastiglia è la vita. Vivi, buttati, apriti, ascoltati. Le tue paure, le tue ansie sono dovute al fatto che tu esisti ma non vivi. Sei castrato nei sentimenti. Sei bloccato. Ti ricordi quella frase di Oscar Wilde? Diceva che vivere era la cosa più rara al mondo. La maggior parte della gente esiste e nulla più.

With you I realized that I want to cross that field. If you want, I'll take your hand and take you away. That field as it stands now, no steps, is like many other fields of people like me who never had the courage. Our tracks will make it unique and unrepeatable.

You're all that before I never managed to say, never managed to see, do and understand. You're finally here ... I waited so long.

Left Abdomen Hurts When I Laugh

dream

Our

dreams ... Sometimes they are just our own, you keep them gelosamente dentro forzieri che sotterriamo due metri sotto terra. Altre, sono condivisibili e condivisi, sostenuti da ideali comuni. Siamo disposti a batterci per loro, per tenerli vivi, per realizzarli. A volte possono sembrano sciocchi, altre impossibili, altre ancora sono lì, ad un passo da noi…e nemmeno ce ne accorgiamo.

Ognuno di noi ha il suo personalissimo modo di sentirli, viverli …e tentare di concretizzarli.
C’è chi costruisce castelli di sabbia, che la prima alta marea porta con se.
Alcuni riescono a costruire solide mura, impiegano anni, e, quando la costruzione è terminata, si rendono conto che ciò che per natura dovrebbe mutare e volare, rimane imprigionato, circoscritto, limitato dalle loro stesse paure.
Poi ci sono i contadini, quelli che seminano, che aspettano il passaggio delle stagioni con le loro tempeste, la loro afa soffocante, sole tiepido e brina.
Ciò che hanno seminato lo curano e lo seguono con dedizione, sofferenza, apprensione, fatica… e tanto amore.

Non puoi vedere cosa sta nascendo, fino a quando non spunta dal terreno.
Non sai se avrà forti radici, se crescerà vigoroso se sarà attaccato da parassiti o abbattuto dal primo temporale, ma lo senti con il cuore, sai che potrebbe fiorire un giardino meraviglioso, che si rinnoverà ad ogni stagione, e poco importa se il più delle volte sembrerà un’impresa impossibile, quello che counts and believe it really and you do everything to make this possible.

Perhaps the true meaning of life is this: keep on dreaming, healing, suffering and love ... and the continuous pursuit of happiness, that you left there, inside the chest, guarded as a treasure that you can not find more.
When you love you do not get fooled by appearances, what matters do you see with your heart and your heart ... your treasure.

All that matters can not be possessed, imprisoned ... or lose.
E 'freedom.
And in a moment you discover that your life can change, you do not know how it will be, you know just to be different. Are you willing

to pay?

You wonder how much it costs and ask me to dream.

dreams may not have money or have it. I've seen people dreaming so small and petty, rather than daily aspirations and dreams were miserable ambitions, easily accessible and available, perhaps with some compromise even a little bit cleaner. The dreams to sell, so you give a tone, thick as people who do not have.

Others pay a high price for to listen to voices from within, "both their personal and shared, lived in common with someone. Or to find the purpose and goal of their concern, to be happy.

A dream can be grown with love for a lifetime, as you say, but suddenly explode when you least expect it, so unusual and almost violent. And it is said to be a castle of sand that the tide goes out, and even the walls of a fortress suffocating.

dreams may be real and alive, and those that fill you complete. They have the power to satisfy even if you do not realize the power of hope that nourishes life. It makes it different, distorted, unexpectedly new.

We are willing to pay? Perhaps we are already doing, without realizing it. And the price for that high, it is nothing compared to what we live.

SR

How Many Calories In Chicken

How much freedom. Tales of the Heart Sense

There are games that might give a "sense" of fun for those who practice them, but they can be cruel those who suffer.
who often mocks, insults, mocking, advantage, is none other than a poor person to be insignificant, while the victim, while helpless, can fly, as if nothing could touch him, and, from his perspective, the world, and everything that belongs to it, takes on another meaning, no longer true.
There is a harmony that can not and must not be destroyed.
Inevitably, we do it, I suffer.
We fail to understand that the only thing that really makes sense in this universe is our connection with it. If
slowly sinks in the loss, if our condition prevents us from reading them in, and on the rare occasions that we can hurt, if you can not be read because we tightened the dark ... if even simple progress, goals seem unreachable, as if our body lacks energy, perhaps it is time to turn our elsewhere, our dream, in the sense of freedom.
Freedom of thought, action.
Freedom to make mistakes and to apologize ... forgive.
Freedom to love and be loved.
Freedom of expression. Imagination. Solidarity.
freedom of being at one with nature.
freedom of being able to see, hear ... beyond all the limits that we have and we have imposed.

AG

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Yesterday I had the opportunity to meet two extraordinary people in their simplicity and hospitality.
A newlywed couple ... of eighty!
live in a village in the Ligurian and are very similar to other people, more or less the same age, I had the pleasure of meeting in Valle D'Aosta, piuttosto che in Sardegna o in Sicilia.
Sono letteralmente innamorata di tutte quelle persone che, con il loro bel bagaglio di sacrifici e dolori sulle spalle, raccontano episodi di vita con la leggerezza di ali di farfalla.
A volte sono leggende tramandate di generazione in generazione, altre, pezzi di storia o tradizioni.
Ciò che le accomuna tutte, sono quella luce particolare negli occhi, quel tono di voce e il delicato gesticolare, che hanno la magia di catapultarti nel racconto del momento.
Mi piacerebbe avere la capacità, scrivendo, di far provare le medesime cose.

Il racconto che ascoltavo ieri è storia di casa mia. Parlava della famiglia dei Fieschi, una delle quattro famiglie nobili più importanti the Republic of Genoa.
listened absorbed "my" wise farmer who spoke of abuse and poverty, the prison that the Lords had built right on the border with Emilia step with the attached fork and how, the victims, managed to escape and if they reached went beyond that step.
And the Austrians, who in one of their "visits" were left as gifts to the little children of peasant blond with blue eyes. Then you play
scopone and Trump, the signs agreed with the gossip, money and lost than gained, while his wife looked at him with disapproval that barely manages to hide the love that has kept them together all these years.
Several
for setting, but similar to the heart, the stories told by a peasant couple met by chance one summer day when, with his legs broken for the trouble down the river after a "walk" four-hour uphill ... .
They had twice my age and made me eat their dust. A show to see them go down with the mountain quell'agilità typical of those who lived it as an integral part of their lives.
walked in and told us. Of their cows, the big event that takes place every year, "Les Battailles des reines"
It 's a battle between pregnant cows, which are faced with the horns in a bloodless until the abandonment of the field by one of the two.
After the elimination races, the final or "combat final" is held the last Sunday of October in Aosta, where the cow was finally proclaimed queen of Valdostana horns.
Once in the valley, I could not help but see those wonders ...!

And yet the summer evenings, trying to figure out how did the "Sistine Chapel" of the Sardinian singers, and traditional dances: Su Ballu Zoppu, Su Ballu Tundo, Su ... Brincau music and dance steps.
Children young and old together, arm in arm, a tangle of legs, smiles and hearts, that, to the tune of an accordion, share the pleasure of being together.

The stories I most have entered the heart, are those of my grandfather.
I was talking about war in distant countries, Africa, imprisonment, hunger and fear.
of rebirth when the nightmare was over and they could finally return home.
Del journey north in search of work and luck, of racism and kindness.

Yesterday I listened to the news.
They were talking about vacation and what you should not miss in your suitcase: iPod, mobile phone, PDA, Netbook, camera, suntan lotion, the costume "so" and mesh "there".

I had the impression of being one of the actors in a film science fiction. All
scheduled to be in a certain way, think in a certain way and act accordingly.

And to think that to enjoy the small pleasures that life offers us just a lot less: a pair of walking shoes, wind on your skin, good company, want to do and, above all, listen.