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The forms of violence. The void of silence, the life of words.

E 'being in the Marche, an awareness campaign with a theme of violence against women, entitled "The forms of violence, the void of silence, the life of words ".

This is a project You go in Ancona, March 8, and ending on November 25 in Urbino (at the end of post I will write all the dates for those interested to participate) is

speaks of "forms", because you chose to plant a dramatic event of great emotional power, despite its simplicity.

The

March 12, Piazza Manni Senigallia was filled with 100 figures that called for height (real) and form (human figures) of women who, according to the color of the box: orange : [ life of words], or purple [The vacuum of silence], have survived or not following the abuse. Hundred symbolic presence of Lives ... symbolic but physically represented.

A crowd of thoughts and pain to cross on foot or by bicycle, by reading about each of these boxes, summarized in a few lines, the fate of women they represent. None of the passers-by, per attento o distratto che sia, sembra indifferente. Osservando i loro volti si scorge una specie di curiosità, di smarrimento, forse per via di frasi tipo " All'improvviso un giorno, dopo anni di convivenza....". Anch' io me lo sono chiesta: Qual'è questo giorno fatidico in cui un tuo conoscente si mostra davvero per quel che è? Forse egli stesso non si conosce ancora a fondo, forse sarà per entrambi una brutta sorpresa, ma quel che conta è saper reagire, e questo potrebbe spiegare lo sgomento del passante, me inclusa. Saper reagire non è cosa da tutti, ed è molto più facile se non si è emotivamente coinvolti. "L'affetto" è stato spesso l'anello di congiunzione between these women and death. But that affection? To whom? I think the title of the book Concita De Gregorio "Malamore" that tells the distortions of this word so overused and often completely empty as well as potentially self-defeating.

"I am the victim and the executioner," Baudelaire wrote a poem that he wanted to emphasize the irresolvable coexistence of good and evil in everyone, yet there is a capacity for self-control. When will this be cheaper? What moves a hand to kill a person? I can not understand it. I have never lived such a temptation, even in moments of anger toward someone. Fortunately, I tell myself. I wonder

anche, cosa spinga una donna a rimanere tanto sotto il giogo della sottomissione, nell'umiliazione, nel dolore fisico, quando basterebbe scappare via. La risposta sta nei meccanismi che generano la paura, e ricordo di averne capito parecchio leggendo: "Se questo è un uomo" di Primo Levi. Certo, il tema è diverso...ma poi quanto diverso? Nei campi di concentramento c'era gente debole e senza diritti in balia di altra gente, forte e in divisa, che si arrogava il diritto di mettere fine alle vite che avevano iniziato ad ammazzare già dal principio, togliendo loro i vestiti in cambio di divise a righe, tagliando loro i capelli, costringendoli a mostrarsi nudi di fronte a tutti gli altri, trattanodoli come bestie per giorni e giorni, finché lo sguardo perdeva la sua fierezza e si abbassava per evitare la morte, o anche solo per rimandarla di un giorno. Ovviamente è un paragone azzardato, eppure... Succedono cose atroci all'interno di certe pareti domestiche, e la paura è un sentimento paralizzante che si appiccica addoso a chi un giorno si sveglia e scopre che l' uomo che gli dorme vicino, in un momento di fredda lucidità si è ricordato che tanti secoli fa è stato una bestia, e che bestia vuole tornare.

A casa non si è in guerra, in teoria si è "in amore", in armonia quanto meno, e allora lo sgomento, la sorpresa, il senso di tradimento, immagino che siano ampliati oltre ogni possibile comprensione per chi questo inferno non lo vive di persona. Immagino che la mente vada in confusione e che riemergano memorie "storiche" circa i comportamenti remissivi delle nostre antenate, e parlo di realtà durate secoli e secoli, per altro ancora raccomandate da certe religioni che, per diverse che siano, bisogna riconoscerlo, su un punto sono tutte allineate, cioè sulla necessaria inferiorità della donna, la sua sottomissione. Giorni fa nella trasmissione di Daria Bignardi "Le invasioni barbariche" una tizia di cui ho rimosso il nome per radicale indisposizione nei suoi confronti, è andata a presentare un libro in cui dice che la donna deve tornare ad accettare il suo ruolo di "sottomissione" che significa just stay below the base that is ...! My mother ... if I think part of me hives!

Walking among these shapes I thought I would have had no luck. There was perhaps an episode in my life that could have led to such extremes, there was some "flash" warning that I have been able to catch and then go away just a second before you overdo it and ... still seems to me that lightning still sti have arrived too late, that's the price you pay for life and if you have a good memory, memory "visual".

upstream of each report is ... a mirror.

happens to look the other qualcosa che dietro la maschera del tanto inflazionato "amore", altro non è che lo specchio dell' auto-stima che si possiede, e l'autostima, in gran parte, deriva da quello che sei stato da piccolo, da come ti hanno insegnato a vederti allo specchio, da quel che ti hanno insegnato ad aspettarti da te stesso e dagli altri. Un fatto molto complesso dunque, e credo che incontrare qualcuno, incontrarlo per davvero, dipenda da due fattori: Il caso, e la fortuna. Occorre una percentuale di fortuna negli incontri, e quindi il caso, ma anche una dose di buon senso, una mente limpida e non inquinata da idee vecchie eppure sempre attuali che, dalla religione al marketing, si ostinano a stritolare la femminilità, pretendendo che sia sempre "altro" itself. The violence is more painful than physical, but also a psychological one has its specific weight and specific consequences, not to mention that almost always precedes the latter first.

The most obvious result, when you're slapped or beaten up, is that your dignity slowly dies, like that famous poem by the tone in my opinion a bit 'too noble and detached from practical life. Losing dignity is the worst that can happen to anyone, why and how the constitution. A set of values \u200b\u200bwhich underpin the whole being.

This idea promoted by original and incisive Marche region, made me think of the painter Georgia O'Keeffe who painted big flowers because he wanted to somehow force the casual eye to bring attention to a particular nature that stubbornly ignore. Similarly, these shapes have materialized, though symbolically, something that on the one hand there tarpina day and night away in the form of TG and anything else crime news (and on the show), and on the other, however, there has always the illusion that things happen only to others, away from us, and is almost never the case.

Years ago in college in Urbino, I saw a guy who got slapped the sua ragazza con una violenza spaventosa. Era vicino la mensa, un punto di passaggio, e nessuno ha detto nulla. Lei era seduta in un angolo, spaventatissima, lui arrogante, come una bestia, non temeva nessuno, anzi...si sentiva forte, e io mi sono odiata per non aver fatto niente.

L’argomento insomma, non mi è indifferente.

Non sapevo della manifestazione, l’ho scoperta per caso, e attraversando questa piazza piena di spettri colorati, ho chiesto informazioni sul senso del tutto, così mi sono trovata coinvolta in un progetto di lettura di testi “a tema”.  Quando una signora mi ha detto di “tagliare” delle parti qualora il pezzo I chose was too long, I discovered that the association marathon / read, I do not really like it. I think the meaning of words is not to run, but to "come", and a 3-page story, everything is functional to the goal, or so it says, or is silent, and cut just to read some plot in the most , seems a bit 'stupid.

before I had three folders full of papers to choose from, from Prentice Hall, through Dante and his Divine Comedy, or the acclaimed Dacia Maraini, until evidence of processes and facts of record, but I chose (I do not know Who chose whom) a tale of Concita De Gregorio, entitled "Dalia", excerpt from his book Malamore , and I pretended not to cut even a comma, or I would not read at all. Send me the brain has caught the first lines. From the title I would say that in a roundabout way and opposed to violence, someone reminded me that I want very well.

This story about a little girl of twelve who is forced into the sex trade. There is

said his country of origin, but you can guess "To you who live in town houses will look like a shack, I know that the so-called because our homes: cabins." There is said the name of the girl's mother, we sense that only prostitutes and that at some point, does not come back home. The grandmother know that she is the breadwinner, we know that is old and has skin smooth and healthy, and understand at the end of the story that error would be cut short because of two words. This family is composed of women only : "My father did not know who he is, there never was a man of our house." We are brothers, but they are still small, and it is almost paradoxical, given the role of the opposite sex on the life of Dalia and his mother. One of the reasons I like this story is that ' author does not mention anything explicitly sexual. No detail "practical". It just says: "There is nothing to raccontare.Era same every day. Horrible" and resumed towards the end " not want to talk to anyone about what happened . Yet his words tell a lot more of those highly detailed lists of poses and cruelties, which sometimes border on a sadistic voyeurism, I think, and link to the "mercy", which is what the character of this tale does not want. She just wants you to hear his story, because it could be ours. It tells in an exemplary way, I think, the mood of identity theft against a little girl betrayed by her grandmother "... I was scared, but my grandmother is always the grandmother ... and I was his queen " and" great "that tell stories about kings and queens, but then I treat you like meat counter, be bought and sold a kilo and then slaughtered when they are hungry.

understand that beauty is a source of men 'attraction, Dalia advantage of a "small" and ugly incident to stop being so desirable. It works! Free at last to die or to return to casa.Chi read some book about eating disorders, or experienced them in person, will see extraordinary psychological associations between these mechanisms. Abbruttire, mortifying the body to stop to be desired. People with bulimia often are cut, wound (and the recent film "black swan" shows him on several occasions), perhaps for other reasons, but it is a self-destruct mechanism. Paradoxically, in the story, the self-destruction is the only thing that can save Dalia, who, as she points out, has the name, a noun thought for a flower, a flower "sickly" would Baudelaire who works as a poet, transformed Gold in the mud, making what poetry is not poetry. Dalia in her own way, is a genuine form of poetry. Pure spite of everything. We know of 12 years and the salute to 23, when you know the old and ugly. What will happen in his life when trying to be like everyone else? This does not tell anyone. We know only that "now" head of household is a male, the brother of fourteen, and decide we do not know how to behave with her sister. We also know that she will bear evidence that his body, despite everything, the desire to know sooner or later, but is unlikely to be satisfied, because in the world of beauty as an absolute value, consumed as a woman she will be forced to large wilderness or maybe out of luck. You do not know. I've seen in a transmission, the woman who was once the girl immortalized as she ran naked and crying during the explosion in Hiroshima. A kind of symbol too, of violence if we want ... more "democratic", which has damaged and killed men, women, children and vegetation. All the injured have been damaged. This woman, in her small, even though his skin was destroyed and the incredible suffering, has become a family and seems calm, despite everything. Really, you can never say, but certainly we can and we must wish.

But returning to the subject of the blog, read in public, to give voice to a "any" Concita De Gregorio, author of a story so intense, and find myself in an almost surreal, between spectators and audience of the flesh of orange and purple paper, has had a cathartic effect on me. I heard my voice come out from his lips and tell a story, well aware that it was not just "a story", but the testimony of something that happens every day, in every corner of the world, even in our Italy advanced and civilized that sometimes seems full-time workers in a cross back across, toward regression, bestializzazione. An 'that Italy has learned to cling to some of the unfortunate victims as does the hyena now rotting on the body, taste for the macabre, blood, disgusting detail that was once the delight of the spectators at the Colosseum, or squares in which the French heads cut off at a rapid pace.

The terrible news is that this year, as opposed to how many viewers are tempted to believe, not only Yara and Sarah died, but many other people . It 'just talk about it, but show it is a sacrilege, because it denotes a lack of humanity, compassion and even compared to all others who have gone dead silent . Dalia does not want the pity when he tells us its history, in "cases of television" like that of Sarah and Yara, it is necessary.

The blame I think the viewer. I dream of a world in which the third episode of "deepening" of the color patches of blood on the shirt of the girl, the whole country off the television, instead of sitting there listening to the mountains of hot air. They are not the journalists or commentators who arrive at the truth, it's not their job. They must talk about current events, and not just crime.

My theory is always talking about the news, people get used to being afraid, then be more willing to be controlled by a strong power. But fear of whom? Here are some percentages presented in this event and I want to also bring in your blog, just to figure ...

Violence against women in Italy.
Physical violence:
6milioni 743 000 women between 16 and 70 years have suffered physical violence during their lifetime.
5 million of them have suffered sexual violence.

psychological violence.
7 million and 134 thousand women were victims or victims of psychological violence.
46.7% isolation or attempted isolation

control 40.7% 30.7% 23.8% economic violence
devaluation
7.8% intimidation

Stalking the stalker
4 thousand 121 complaints, of which 723 were arrested.

victims are men and 19.1% for 80, 1% women.
2 million 77 thousand women were victims of persecution behavior.

perpetrators:
70% partner
acquaintances
17% 6% strangers.

According to these statistics, which speak only of the reported cases, it seems that the worst enemies of clothes in our house, sleep in our bed or nearby. Only 6% of the violence comes from strangers. Let me be clear .... not I'm saying it's not serious, just that sometimes I feel that the facts strumentalizzino to foment intolerance towards the others, and I do not need it ... because it grows out of proportion without stress.

Carry a letter to the board displayed during the event:
NOT 'TRUE THAT ...
is not true that the phenomenon of family violence is limited, but is a widespread phenomenon, though still submerged, and then underestimated.

is not true that relates to the most disadvantaged social groups, with income and low educational level , instead it is a phenomenon that knows no difference across age, wealth and cultural level.

is not true that violence is mainly directed foreign communities, instead persente is in every culture, not only among immigrants and minorities.

is not true that is caused by momentary loss of control , however, in most cases it is a premeditated act of violence.

is not true that "the victims have done something to deserve it," instead the use of violence towards their partner can not be justified by any kind of behavior.

is not true that women experiencing violence like to be beaten, or they should be home, but it's difficult for women to stop the situation for fear of violence, economic dependence, isolation and social disapproval.

is not true that men are violent alcoholics, drug addicts, or people with psychiatric problems, instead is just a way to divert the issue, confining it to cases that concern the other, a way to find a justification to abuse do not have.

is not true that sexual violence is for the most part carried out by strangers , instead is most often committed by family members and acquaintances.

It is true that "wash their dirty linen at home" instead is essential that the violence come to light and that women should seek external help.
And among these there are various external aid, including shelters.

These points of reference for people who need help or more information, please

In Ancona:
http://www.lagemma.org/ .
E mail: casarifugio@lagemma.org
Tel: 071 / 2075383
Cell: 335 / 7681975

But also:
Association of Women and Justice - Via Cialdini No. 24 / A
Da lun a ven ore 09:00/12:00
Pomeriggio: solo mar-merc ore 17:00- 19:00
Ven: servizio telefonico.
N° verde 80032810
Tel 071/205376

E mail: donne.giustizia@libero.it

A Pesaro:
Parla con noi - Via Diaz n° 10 (merc. Ore 8:30-12:30) (Giovedi. Ore 16:00-18:00)
Tel: 0721-639014

www.eurogiovani.provincia.it
E mail: parlaconnoi@provincia.ps.it
http://www.laprovinciadelledonne.it/ .

A Macerata:
Centro SOS donna –Piazza Veneto 14 (S John) (3:00 p.m. to 6:00 p.m. Hours Wed-Thurs)
Tel: 0733/1990133
E mail: sosdonna@provincia.mc.it

to stop:
Sant'Elpidio to sea. Piazza Marconi 14

Mon-Wed-Thu-Fri: 09:30-13
Afternoon: 14:30 to 17:30 Wed
No. Green 800 215 809 (24 hours out of 24)
E mail: percorsidonna @ ontheroadonlus.it



At Ascoli Piceno:

Counseling ASUR-Via Torino 4
Wed 16:30 / 18:30
green No.: 800021314 (24 hours out of 24)
Tel: 0736 / 358 915 (open door)
E-mail: @ centroviolenza.ap alice.it



S. Benedetto del Tronto
Health District Asur via Romagna 12-Mar-Lu 7

hours 10:00 to 12:00 Mon-Tue-Thu-Fri-only afternoon: 16:30 / 18:30 Saturday
pom. By appointment. Green
No. 800021314 (24 hours out of 24) E Mail
centroantiviolenza.ap @ alice.it



Other links of interest:

http://www.regione.marche.it/
http://www.pariopportunità.regione.marche.it/
http://www.donne.marche.it/
http://www.pariopportunità.marche.it/

dates :
March 8 Ancona Piazza Roma
March 12 Senigallia Piazza Manni
March 17 Castel di Lama Freedom Square
March 20 Fabbriano square of the town on March 27
Jesi Piazza della Repubblica. March 31
Without Piazza del Popolo.
April 2 S. Benedetto del Tronto Piazza Giorgini
Fermignano April 8 April 9 Piazza Garibaldi
Piazza del Popolo Ascoli Piceno
May 8 San Severino Marche Piazza del Popolo
May 20 Fano Piazza XX Settembre, Civitanova Marche
May 21 Largo Melvin Jones
June 4 Osimo Square Boccolini

October 1 Falconara Marittima Piazza Mazzini
October 8 Sant Elpidio a mare Piazza Matteotti
October 14 Recanati Piazza Giacomo Leopardi
October 16 Loreto Piazza della Madonna
November 12 Macerata Freedom Square
November 19 Pesaro Piazza del Popolo
November 25 Urbino Corso Garibaldi.

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Of Griffin playing against a team from average to high rankings and it showed this year to be in good shape. There is a nice group in Genoa new 2011 (hopefully not destroy it again ...), it is not entirely complete, but with 1 or 2 touches, we may be players in a league 2011/2012 Genoa for this very interesting . A championship, the next, which may be lacking cyclists ... which, from the departures of "Bute" and the crazy Pazzini no longer able to guess one. Well! We're going to Bologna next Sunday, that he now has won three important points and is a point from us. Game, a practice, a direct confrontation with almost mathematical salvation that both the rossoblu teams are playing, and a nice cuindi pareggino seems the most likely outcome, even if brought home, from Bologna, 3 points in the bag is not really bad. While sti "scorched" by playing with an injured Parma Napoli at home, and with the B on the neck, Parma will have a strong desire to win at Genoa and in the standings to overtake cyclists. Although to see them finally in B will have to wait, because on paper the teams that are below them have meetings very difficult, if not impossible! Comuncue We are left with a smile in his face and teasing him with easy, while they suffer and clench their teeth in rage and from m. ..! What

What happens to the samp,

there is something you something wrong, there

wades see what a mess, look

there watching,

relegation zone!

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And then comes the day ...


It is the day when you look around and you feel great, then you feel a bit 'lost in the midst of a new life for now see little stabilized, and then you feel small (or perhaps you would like Riess yet) to dream and believe they can do whatever you want.

But things are not going well, or not. Dreaming is possible, but their dreams come true? That is anything but certain. For now, we are satisfied that those dreams are realized ... but we never lose the hope that many will still come true.

course is that you must always go forward ...

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Otto March. A few thoughts ...

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qualora sfuggisse qualche righa nella fretta dello scorrimento.

8 marzo, ovvero l'occasione per qualche riflessione...
un pensiero per te...
...Che esisti per volere del tuo Dio & per gentile concessione di una costola da parte di Adamo.

Per te che per lo sfizio di una mela ci hai privato delle pure gioie del santo paradiso, insegnandoci il peccato che si nasconde dietro alla nudità.

Per te bruciata al rogo perché incarnavi una tentazione troppo "peccaminosa" che andava purificata.

Per te che "come tutte le più belle cose, vivesti solo un giorno come le rose."

Per te che sei scesa in piazza per permettere I too will be able to vote.

And for you, Numerina, letters, trinkets, not too grateful to those who, years ago, it was "thrown" at a high price for levarti from the painful condition in which the story you intended. For the

that the shadows of your room, you have always lived as ... a gun loaded with only letters, still needed today. (Emily Dickinson "My Life Had Stood a Loaded Gun." Poetry of perpetual reference to the early feminists)

For you, was the first of my letters. The first room all to myself ... ( Virginia Woolf "A Room of One's Own" to which I have dedicated my blog "rooms literary")

For you that "the life you gave to a glance " (Lot's wife) and
for you that you have told us that look (Anna Akhmatova)

For you who still live romantic dreams, Cinderella-like fairy tale for a child and you do not Remember the fate of "Romance of Juliet or Emma Bovary.

For you that if you give "A flower for a flower," you know you should not get angry. You are NOT a vegetable!

especially for you, you're more or less like me.

My biggest wish for you, is that it is a great desire to APPLES ... and you fuck paradise,
that obviously there was never interested!


Like every year, will be March 8 questioned, as is logical and
certain logic ...
mainly women who are screaming for more, is part of the design.
Feel free to think what you believe, and say it too.
But remember who you owe.
remember not just today
but especially today.


March 8 Good point.
for me is a day of memory. Nothing
parties or mimosas.
Memoirs.


And 'my impression that the value of this day above all who can hear it in life, at least once felt in a substantial private rights that were not his and were granted for reasons never fully verified. True for women, but more generally, for humanity ... and see if ... she too is female!

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Impossible is ... nothing! Pasolini

E 'was the popular slogan for a popular sports article some time ago ... I still remember much because it ... "potential". This is the text:

Impossible is ... nothing.

Impossible is just a big word thrown around

by small men who find it Easier to live the world they've Been

given Than to explore
They Have the power to change it.
Impossible is not a fact. It's an opinion.
Impossible is not a declaration. It's to give.
Impossible is potential.
Impossible is temporary.

is not ... nothing.
not just a buzzword used

by small men who find it easier to live

in the world that he was given that test

power they have to change it.

is not a fact, is an opinion.

Impossible is not a declaration, it is to dare.

is not potenziale.Impossibile

is temporary.

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Happy Birthday!

Only love, only to know

matters, not to have loved,

not have known. By anxiety

The life of a consummate love.

The soul does not grow more

...

From: " The cry of digger "

from the blog" pages pirate "Dale Zaccaria reads" The cry of the digger "by Pasolini.

The May 5, 1922, was born in Bologna Pier Paolo Pasolini, and today, though they had brutally killed, ottantanovesimo celebrate his birthday. I wonder how it would be if he were still alive. I can imagine calm, gentle, engraved with the kind of weariness in her eyes thick and sad, yet sarcastic and loud, despite the years. Of course, if caught Biagi has run a Bulgarian edict, there wonders what would happen to someone like him, however, could in no way worse than andargli com 'is gone. For a man of the church, the slow agony of the body that goes out among thousands of torture is like earning a place in heaven. And then the holy martyr. For a thinker who was uncomfortable Pasolini, the path is different. I do not know if the faithful who pray for him (perhaps), it certainly has loyal readers who believe through him.

Dario Bellezza, who was his friend, said in 1975 (the year in which he died):

"Pasolini gave us identity with the His presence in this world ... we do not have any more that is modern and contemporary like him to confide. We're all a bit ' orphans. "

I often wonder that Pasolini would have to say about this world upside down and flattened in which we live and think about how terrible he died, and the reasons (policies) for which he was tortured and killed, I realize once more that, to quote his own words, vivamo in "A country of temporal and primroses. We are not fallen from heaven no words, because evil, corruption, are far from a done recently in Italy (and worldwide). The difference in these cases makes the respondent, namely the level of consciousness of those who suffer the abuses, the courage of his reactions, and the Italians in many ways, it resembles a sleeping beauty that, in this long stretch boot in three colors, if it is situated uncomfortably waiting for the famous prince who knows wake her with a kiss. While waiting for the good you can be lulled by television, opinion polls and the "sovereign people".
Pasolini was horrified at the word "television" which he considered half Fascist par excellence, since there can be no equality between a voice that speaks to millions other items that can not replicate in any way (today, with remote voting ... and all the irony attached). I wonder if the end would come to terms with this medium that now dominates us totally evil.

I also wonder how he would react to the web, the "network" on Facebook ... He considered that a binding relationship and friendship sacred, therefore, necessarily limited to a few, how long it would take around with the illusion that we hit a "click" on a photograph with name attached (and often counterfeit) thinking enough to make us "friends" of strangers? - It was so much to see at what level certain words take on different meanings over time-

and schools?

he would say on the precariousness of teachers, he ridiculed them when they still had a secure job? When they were still socially respectable? I quote a small selection of the letter "School without fetishes " content start in "A country lightning and primroses " in which he says: "The goal of our argument is not a strict teacher, but conventional teacher them .. . raise the boy as the taste of critics and cause the fall of the idols? Obviously, entering it in a climate of scandal and uncertainty, in which things "eternal" than those learned by heart, but those that most resemble the vocations that are in it (for example, those that occur while playing): The passion to create, curiosity, the urge to take over .... is what then becomes the so-called "virtue its own reward", the self-love. Moreover thus remains outlined the purpose of education, which is creating a culture "

... What would Pasolini? I wonder often and broadly.

My knowledge of the writer and director was made by a lucky coincidence. The program was treated for a university examination with Prof Gualtiero De Santi, fan of the author 'as well as extremely knowledgeable about everything that is relevant to literature and cinema. One that would certainly have liked to Pasolini. He was nowhere to be found to get a book now I think: "Why Pasolini" (4,800 pounds!) Of 1978, it was through these pages adventurous is my first encounter with his story. A book with yellowed pages, with matte paper, and an unmistakable smell of old prints, which is very different from the smell of books today. I do not think it is more findable around, so I keep with care and affection, because everything reminds me of a mood, which was the discovery of an important man and very different from what I heard so far. A healthy carrier of thought problematic, that will not ever simplified " His desire to contradict and was the only contradict his insane consistency " says Beauty, and in doing so cites an extract from "Ashes Gramsci " that says
" The scandal of contradicting myself, of
with you and against you;
with you in my heart, in light
against you in the dark bowels;
... "
I conclude by again quoting Beauty:
"I do not know if Pasolini is in heaven, says Elsa Morante, will all be in Paradise or no one will, perhaps with his horrible death, a ticket to heaven if it is won, but I certainly wish it were before me with brutality, saying: "I am angry with you, Peter Paul," but then I realize that it is useless to say "You should not have to die like this"

Greetings Pier Paolo.

wand, The wand
dad,
young people are tired of being serious, happy or
necessarily
or criminal or neurotic
want to laugh, to be innocent
expect something from life
ask
ignore
now already so we do not want to be sure
already so we do not want to be without dreams
strike, strike, strike companions
not flatter sir
not We flatter
stop treating the how stupid
that you should always not to offend, not to hurt
not touch
not flatter sir
are men
you think of our duties
that our rights we will think we
you think of our duties

that our rights we will think we ...

Postilla verses in the "Letters Lutheran" 1976.


Elio Germano law "Youth" by Pasolini. [... that is the verse that I wrote above. Beautiful!]
Ps: I apologize if there are inaccuracies, I do not have the text at hand and I transcribed the words of Elio Germano.

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Lyrics. AAA Wanted - Carmen Consoli

Carmen "average hysterical" is definitely my favorite ... because it is ironic, is beautiful and simple. And of course I speak of her in a broad sense. This song is very recent and it is a photograph of the "beautiful country" as she calls it, that if you think about ... it becomes really hysterical. Therefore, the complaint is well "sung", and that it is followed that recited, shouted, screamed, repeated ... shared. Thank you Carmen!

This is the text of his song:
Wanted handsome

Miss benfornita
resourceful young and brilliant
... but more than anything else sweet and consenting. Searching

apprentice
virtuous honest businessman guaranteed
offers maiden in his career, rising to unheard-of opportunity


young woman and spotless ... WANTED
woman used already tried and tested ... WANTED

Donna Sicilian or valley or illegal riunda
see how dancing to the sound of samba or cha cha cha
at a glance you brought and very telegenic
but maybe you care more music
Searching
carer, eighty
offers charming billionaire bitches street, an opportunity of life more comfortable

intelligent woman and a thief ... WANTED
godly woman and uncensored ... WANTED
died the day before, as long as it bbbbona

oooo
baceresti as if I had to film the first scene
: ciak-motor-action passing interest
competition policy

oooo
Minister of red light or cosmetics
nowadays there is no gender difference,
the beautiful country deserves more rewards


oooo how to sing my soul "As long as the boat go "
at first hearing seems much scope for opera or maybe you're interested
astrophysics ...

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When the school is a prison ... ... or at least the opportunity to go there.

Waiting for the eternal connections between train and bus which Always touch a hair, missing fatally, in this boring afternoon of March 1, I spent half an hour sitting at a table in a bar, drinking the usual mug of ginseng-pleasing concoction of substances but indefinable , above all if you have shortage of sugar, because sugar .... there's a lot! - and since I was there leafing through the magazine that I found already open on the table.

In the beginning I simply rests the eye, and I enjoyed reading alcni post-complaint from readers. Type:

"The pensions increase by € 16 but increases in parliamentary salaries 1000 €" following complaints obvious. Or even: "Blessed Wojtila, skyrocketing costs of the Hotel from $ 150 to 1000 €, the state to do something "I do not understand the controversy, if they do a saint, it is logical that the prices are .... to the stars.

I try to turn the page. Maxi service of two full pages to the photo center Yara, the usual split in the gym ... in short, the ritual that has happened to that other soul, little Sara. as you will be subjected to autopsy, and then it will be dissected by some journalists who still insist to call it! It is not for the sake of controversy, but Enzo Biagi, to "the fact" (ie, the space currently occupied by television packages from the usual solid or filled with idiots ... er, unknown ...) in short, a journalist at that level, that s' entertains a month raccontanto raccapricciani details about how the body of a young girl was torn from human barbarity, I can not even imagine. Ovvamente will also Yara time of peace, but it depends on how long it will take to find the twins disappeared, and meanwhile will come out some other "blood gluttony." I remember when I was young there was a paper entitled "Chronicle black" and there was talk of a mountain of cases terrrrificantiiii! The TG were addressed complex issues which, being small, often did not understand. Today, looking at the Tg, the impression I often browse through the newspaper, but here there were lots of cases, entire pages. I wonder why today single episode mobilize the nation for months and then all the dead told in the newspaper were taken out from the screen. Of course, even then there was talk of killing, but it was blood ... the blood of politicians, it was above all matters of state, or very few exceptions, such as the child fell into the well, Alfredino if I remember correctly, but was a living child who tried to save until the end of live television, was different because he told a hope of life and not death thriller. Well ... do not consider myself a "mind", yet I have reason to suspect that today will also raped a girl in Rome and it is terrible, but it is very likely that they have raped many, many others, and it is not necessarily that they were "foreigners." It 'hard to accept, but the worst of these things happen between friends and relatives, and in general, Italy is great, and then murder, theft, misuse, there are constantly ... I'm just wondering what kind of insight will serve to focus on one that will allow the longest audience. I I would not be able to. And perhaps I am speaking in general.

missing in my life traces of God, but I try to keep the idea of \u200b\u200bthe necessary piety that is due to people who have been disfigured and can not defend himself in any way or return. My maximum is "let go", and think about whether you loved him. That's it.

After the long digression for the purpose of a personal outlet, I go back I was reading the newspaper, and surprised to read almost by chance that he deserved a paragraph two or even three pages, complete with headlines! Why is VERY HEAVY and it is for two reasons. The first: for its content. The second: because the information does not give him importance. We are accustomed to unhealthy mechanism? The fact

:

In a school of Ferrara a guy insults one of his companions and can not go in bathroom. The teacher, scopertolo, punishes the guilty by requiring it to write a hundred times "I'm an idiot."

What makes me think (we are still in a blog about literature ...) a few books, some movies ... type

Dickens and his "Hard Times", with the terrible Mr. Grandgrind (Chapter II: "The massacre of the innocents" ... all say a) the obsession with which she attacked the poor bastard Sissy Jupe, as well as all others, for inculcargi the need to stick to the facts, that those nient'alto. The school that follows the hard-line, well ... Then I think Charbovarì, the creature of Flaubert, who has to write twenty times 'ridiculus sum' because of all the turmoil created in class for his horrible hat. I think Antoine, or "The 400 Blows," which, unjustly punished for no fault of his, he finds himself behind the blackboard and starts scribbling sentences for revenge on the wall. Discovered by the teacher is punished further, it is time to combine the phrase "I pollute the walls of the school and make havoc of the French metric" . I think the children of Vigo in "Zero for Conduct" or those of "Les Choristes", think "I hope that I manage, I also think the '68 ... in short, is a subject on which I have a lot to think about, because it has been treated much in the art and beyond. I also think when I was little and respect enjoyed by the master of my own country and his wife, a teacher too ... and finally I think today, and I fall into the drama of the comparison.

In the works I mentioned tended to highlight the excessive dominance of the tutors, which is totally wrong, of course, the goal was a more balanced, Pasolini was teaching the student to think as an intelligence would, not as a monkey to teach, but over the flattening became almost dangerous. Children's books since small loads, used to incorporate billions of news in a passive, uncritical. They just asked to repeat what the teacher says (Montessori stressed that the relationship between concepts that allows the understanding, and that the mere accumulation of data, no need to practically nothing, that there are encyclopedias, dictionaries) Teachers on the other hand, are not always prepared as they should. And 'I am convinced that instead of doing a contest state that is passed to the concepts of general knowledge (and luck, is universally acknowledged!), would be very tight test on the material they are called to teach, because you need to know where the lake Trasimeno, if then, having to teach a language, so to speak ... I do not know her first? And I know more than one ... even at university level, students with perfect diction that asks only that you can imagine when you read that ...
Aside from their level of knowledge, the institution expects them to comply with a program, they are to be narrators of knowledge, style wikipedia speakers, compilers of records, the workers know, and frankly is not acceptable, as well the fact that it is really harmful for the world to come.

What happened then in Ferrara? Incredible!

The teacher punished a student who has been sued by the parents ... whom? One can think of the boy abused by his parents, who may be traumatized and the family s' is vented with the school. No! ERROR! And 'the bully that he felt violated his right to be arrogant and go unpunished. The humiliation of having to acknowledge in writing that phrase several times - they are an idiot-that is to miss something ... he was so painful that he had to resort to parents who do not have hesitated half a second to report the teacher. And here, I will turn to an extinct dinosaur, but my mother just recently had told him he had done that, I would turn my head on the neck as in certain cartoons. Never needed to go that far, because it taught me one day at a time, and before I learned to think that do not have to do to others what you do not want for me, she has impressed me with the spirit Catholic, but I find that the rule is well applicable also to my secularism and that of others, it seems to me that this phrase, in its banal simplicity is the only recipe for hope in that famous "better world" that may not exist ever, because too many people love mediocrity and welcomes arrogance, more than anything else.

The outcome of the painful history that is Ferrarese court sentenced a teacher to one year in prison! I have no words to express the discomfort I feel in comparison to a social group become so weak that it will soon be under the protection of the WWF. I speak of course of the class teachers.

On the one hand there are witches who abuse children in nursery ... the jail and there is an unquestionable obligation, because then you are exercising violence free on the helpless child and indefensible, and it will leave traces on adults of tomorrow. I at forty, I still remember a day when the sister gave me a slap kindergarten for trivial reasons, maybe he was nervous. According to certain cases of record, it is likely that some children will grow up traumatized because their parents have put them in good faith in the hands of governesses who in fact have proved sluts hysterical and abusive, which I despise immensely.

other hand though, there's honest people, prepared, trying to do his job, namely that of education, but must be told constantly:

1_che steals money state, because it works only half a day. But anyone who has studied if the student knows that a home should do their homework, all the more reason the teacher should correct sti tasks, or must limit the class or prepare himself to study, to be updated. Certainly could not do it, but applies to every category. I saw photos of ministers who sleep in class ... there are so many useless hours, no?

2_che because there's a crisis ... you cut the cost from them, and the precarious, as the word suggests, is not to interfere too much to discuss or take "note". Pena ... the total exclusion.

3_la insult of being mocked by institutions for life. Before the four-year degrees, then over the years has become a three-year great ships at home by mail, so you save time and effort.

After graduating, they are sent to the SISS, very few around for Italy ... then other expenses, epic traffic jams for the selections, and finally, the winner of the package virtuoso, he earned the eternal insecurity. There are people who died dreaming of climbing in the ranking ... did not have it done. Need a character of iron (or someone who keeps you)

When the SISS is dead, taken from the "wind of change" of deforming reforms, you are lost at Babel, and even if you try to read or speak ... there is no way to understand each other. Only one thing can save us, the anger, the exhaustion factor, but it must be strong, very strong and the group, or is just a ball of frustration.

distant times of "sir", a character worthy of respect, for it was he who taught writing at the future as well as the future engineer Baker, now the master is the poor loser who has to be careful how he talks or goes. .. in jail! And in Italy, something like that is very bad, because those who must stay in jail there, he goes to do other work, is released and often ends up in TV commercials filled with sponsor him, I splits the stomach from nerves every single time!

Now this poor thing, the Prof I imagine it destroyed me and makes me angry that no one tells.

Bullying was the most popular refrain in the news, until they got to impassioned chronicle of the black-red and red black because I'm not saying I'm not talking about football, but allowed the looting of the body of girls gone wrong with that, as at the time of the gladiators, or the guillotine, but to Carlo Conti but the one who actually heads the cut, to the applause of the audience-you meet the palates fond of blood and a thousand dirty details.

me think that a phenomenon such as happened in Ferrara, both a real provocation to commit a crime for a boy who feels God already has her, "just" a little 'egotism stimulated by various media. I try to imagine how life will be the teachers in that school from tomorrow. Perhaps suffer

blackmail like you give me four and I'll report you and send you to jail. "

Then, in the massacre of morally violated and demotivated teachers, will follow the destruction of these little devils as grass grown in the wild, the prophecies of Kubric and its Clockwork Orange ... who can say ...

On one side the victims, the weak, who are increasingly the victims and the weak, and the other arrogant, bullies, gang the baby, who feel master of the world, a "young" (if we I'm neologism coined in the last quarter of an hour), but also contradictory, because the power actually is, and remains of old!

course then could intensify unpleasant news events like the girl who stabbed her boyfriend with his brother and mother trivial reasons. Maybe he wanted something that the parent, indulgent servant, was not able to give him within two seconds, and that he lost his head, then it may happen that one who wants to stab .. . but the fault in these cases to those who can give?

around is a chorus of complaints that these children are not taught in school as it should be, ditto for television, which sends messages unedifying .. . Now it takes a pure policy, which insists on repeating how unfair the justice of certain magistrates ... but at home? Who is at home following these souls? E the parents of these souls, who take care of them?

he has in mind a parent who, as the bewildered child comes home from school because she has to write an objective truth like: "are a moron" because I insulted a companion and I stopped going to the toilet , takes the complaint and the professor? I wonder if I will never understand how bad is doing his puppy violent, and the whole society. And that defeat, "justice" ... more and more unjust and unequal for all.

We can only hope for the magic ... Harry c'mon ... help us!

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Notes on the Mac bandwagon carnival ...

Hello friends, after a life I find myself writing here.

Nothing totally new has happened, if not the major event happened on Sunday at the carnival with the delirium Santarcangelo total to 200. Only problem ....

SvirrusMac: ~ $ last Svirrus

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Svirrus console Sun February 27 11:50 still logged in reboot ~ Sun

February 27 11:49

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Svirrus console Sat February 19 18:08 - crash (17 : 57)

Here is the log of the users .... you know .. the generator, the plug and jumped ... by not bad .. Fortunately, my mac still holds! THAT BEAST!

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Everything back .. Giulia Carcasi. Letter

Everything back is the title of the third book Carcasi Giulia, a young journalist and writer, in my view, very interesting.

happens sometimes to prove to some texts, a kind of sympathy from the outset, as happens with some people, I win before you even know them. It 's a rare occurrence but pleasant.

would be interesting to investigate the reasons for these mysterious attractions. Perhaps the title, the image on the cover, the publishing house, the brief mention in the back ... or range, suggestion, that the same reasons which lead me to a stranger with a desire to learn some more. It 's like a subconscious level warned that in there (in the book, or in person) there are things that also affect me.

The title made me think of an essay entitled Nathalie Sarraute: "Ich Sterba," namely: "I die", which begins on a reflection on the words "come back" out of nowhere, suddenly "Ils viennent de loin, ils reviennent (comme on dit" hides me revient ")... [translated in my blog: http://vivereababylon.blogspot.com/2009/11/autrice-nathalie-sarraute-ha-ottenuto.html ]. Pretended to read the book of Carcasi I can not reconsider the relevance of this spontaneous association.

The title immediately caught my attention because it resembles a perception that often live recently, and the perception is that certain things re-back indefinitely, each time with new nuances, and yet are always the same, and always condemn you to wait for a new return, including a starting another. So a good thing, that all come ... but also anxiety of an 'eternal wait for something that you know cliclico. Sometimes it's a heavy feeling, because it would be nice if things stopped coming back, and end up completely, to allow new things to finally get there. The book begins and ends in Rome, beginning with an episode involving a mother and a son, and ends the same way, then as a circle in the middle of which things happen-in brackets-

I am in a supermarket to buy things useful for practical life, but the pile of books on display, I am struck by the image of this kind of black swan ... find out in a few pages that this is a black stork "The black storks have returned, "the title of a newspaper article. And the stork makes me think of the birth, told me as a child (including vegetables and poultry). The time to read the first two pages, on a desperate mother who cries because he lost his son (or the memory, because the son is there with her grown-up, but she can not remember why she is sick) and they are already at the checkout, curious to know what's in me this book.

The fact that both Feltrinelli, has always been for me an added value, and this I can not explain it well, I just know that they are generally sympathetic to this publishing house. As for the

book, to start with, I like the style very careful that you do not want to script and list of exciting situations, as happened in nineteenth-century novel (and often-sad? - simultaneously). This writing makes me think (all back) to the short story, the precepts of the density of Poe "brevitas," Joyce's Dublin and its people ... so in a writing that reflects on every word, so that loads High density of expression.

read this book I really liked, as perhaps it will be understood, yet since the day I bought that when I read some time has passed. More than a month, because everything has its time and wrong, now, would be a little 'mess it up. This applies just as it is true that all back-once you've done your -

The "right time" came the other day, Wednesday February 16, 2011, while I was on a train to Rome. The practice has it that, before leaving prepare me for a few books and some magazine, browse and then not even half a page, because I like listening to music on the train and travel with the head as well as with the body, as I look at the landscape I rushes under the eyes or on the road while watching people around me trying to guess, how did Twentieth century between an ocean crossing and the other (of course I speak of "The Legend of the Pianist on the Ocean").

The train is the only place I really feel at home. I often think a motion to place it, and many of the best thoughts that I happen to develop, gather in my mind as they train and then dissolve or lose coherence and "structural beauty" does not just rest your feet on the ground, I'm mingling with all the other passengers arrived.

This trip is not like everyone else, and this of no relevance to my own background in public. Has only to know that matches with the right time for 'Everything back ", and because of this coincidence, that single journey (one of many) will not stop back because it is connected to a memory from the specific weight, complete with title and author.

I do not like to read books in a single day, I think that's macho than the effort of the writer, which sometimes takes years to reach that result. I love to take the time it takes when I read, but in this case I travel four hours before, and my curiosity is continuously stimulated, not boring, perhaps because the two characters, Diego and Anthony (wonderful name) is known es' encounter in their train: Pisa-Rome, Rome-Pisa ... I follow another trajectory because of Ancona in Italy through that point of my nation in which Italy seems to break into two (North and South, held together by a flag, the historical memory ... and unfortunately little else) to go in Rome, but in our journey: my own, and one of the protagonists, there is at least a cliché: Rome. and use the term "Myth" playing with the ambivalence of its meaning. It is usual to associate these words to the mundane of life, some cliches, but the cliché is that the geographical or mental disability which, being "common", we can meet with others, even if it were crashing down in error, and share something, anything. It is not necessarily a bad word, realizes that he finished among the many places as possible, in the midst of a cliché.

History tells us that Julia Carcasi rhythm is punctuated by an emotional and chronological precise

The first story is narrated that happens on September 12, 2008 to Rome, the last is dated April 4 of 2009, again in Rome . Almost seven months, ie the time taken by two strangers incontrsi, attract each other, fall in love e. .. know. Most of the time of pregnancy, that is the cycle that nature uses to attach pieces of DNA that are soon to rise to its own.

The key characters are: Diego, Diego's mother, his caregiver, Antonia and ... the train.

He is a university teacher in Pisa, is working on a dictionary , which is "the" book par excellence, as is the origin of all other books, as it analyzes a word, the time from "A" to "Z", all terms that people use (or could use) to express themselves, explaining in a comprehensive manner all nuance.

The dictionary as a book I think optimistic, because we want guidance, comprehensive ... an encyclopedic book, ambitious, which purports to definitively among the most complex and even illusory. You can know an infinite number of words, you can know exactly what you mean, but you can find children as naive in front of real life, what is not written in books, one that speaks many languages \u200b\u200btogether. The books can read them all, but people need to read the other criteria.

- "INTERESTING: It says something that does not care," said Antonia making me the verse.
- "TELEPHONE" ... you did not write ringing, says Antonia ...

The dictionary also refers, I think, to the symbolism of the need continues to play next when you come into contact. Diego is the word for a trade as well as a form of security, as the uncertain shelter of life. His students for the game moving the clock in the classroom, and this disharmony between the hands of two watches, one on the wall and what you have on your wrist, like the time you find yourself losing, despite all its effort. It may be time well in advance? Apparently you can, but it's easy to get lost inside that magic quarter of an hour that does not belong to anyone.

"There is a time that is not on my wrist watch and is not a wall, there is a time written somewhere, come out and scoliamolo. I realized that I did not do anything about the meaning of words, I do something of the meaning of persons. I understood that everything can be remedied, but the good. Antonia Okay, I've learned my lesson, I will not be better for someone who is not you ... in the confusion you have given everything, and I in my order, I dunno, doubt it. "

Who is Antonia?

A girl who knows Diego on a train to Rome (from Pisa). He has an illness and she helps. " I am doing a job for a rehabilitation center " she says, he takes her to a doctor, she does not deny. Two commuters and meets the road. She from Pisa to Rome, he on the contrary, and the train acts as a trait-d'union.

They share a notebook the same, with different content. He loves classical music, she's the one with "the words" (other funny nonsense, since the work of him). She is spontaneous and mysterious, often funny. He's the one precise, enigmatic, thoughtful. She is the soul, he is order. Are together on a couple, as long as it lasts.

Diego father has a cold, distant, almost non-existent, and a mother suffering from a disease that always returns to the past. It 's a common evil, to live in the past, but for her it is a disease that completely forgets this, and between the woman and Antonia was born just a relationship of complicity

"How old are you? Asks My mother has nothing to do without. "Thirty" Antonia replied. My mother smiles with the enthusiasm of those who discover they have something in common. "You know, I too had once thirty-four years." "And how were you? "asks Antonia curious ...." I was high ". And towards the end, the mother tells Antonia

" I do not remember your name, but I know who you are "

As for Diego, with regard to Antonia:

"I do a lot of questions about you, but I do very little to you. The trouble is that the more I ask, the more I coinvolgo.Vorrei you were silly or special

And again "I'm not dreaming the sound of your laughter all night, all that you're not away from me. I do not want to cheat, drive out thoughts to accommodate you. I only see you when you come. When you come from? I want to listen only when you come, when you come from? "

Antoine is a pathological liar, he invents the truth that the most appropriate, because it is was traumatized by an unjust punishment inflicted at school when she was little. In Rome there is to be a doctor, but he attended a center to help him be more consistent to the other inhabitants of the real world. Diego, however, does not tell lies, simply omit certain truths. As for her love for him, his love for his mother, there is something very real, very true.

"When are you coming back? Asks my mother to Antonia. "Soon," she says, but not in that way that makes me anxious to ask, when soon? in a way that's just to be sure to come. "
His love is a" practical ", essential ... which is true beyond words, because it is tangible.

The finish is not what I expected, and I do not think it matters. I like the style in which things are written, I like many sentences of the book reminiscent of a very current clash with others, and I want to mention them all because they are very beautiful, but I can not because it would be like rewriting the book in its entirety.

As for the story between the two, in practice, lie more painful and irreparable He told the man of "word" and he will not be remedied in any way possible. But she has done everything possible to keep to himself, to live this complicity.

"Sai Diego, I'm afraid that one day, after we missed so much, we wondered if we could actually do something instead of doing nothing we miss" When he talks gives the impression of speaking well of him and this makes it seem like her words true. But those were not mentioned by us, were a kind of me and her. It was me in spite of me, and despite her own. "You're doing a crap"

"And where is it written?" I ask.

Antonia looks at me with anger, asked for a pen to the contract, "stop it" I say, on a napkin and writes in capital letters:

; YOU ARE DOING fucking

"It 's written here," he says with hatred, "now that is written is true?"

... He
:

I have seen thousands of films, read hundreds of books, without asking if they were true. I was enough of a story that was beautiful. In an emotion I have not asked for documents. Why not be like that with people? I was moved in front of a cinema and a page, but if I think about when I moved in front of Antonia, I feel stupid and I can not stand it.

...

Here's my advice: READ IT!

is not a trivial love story but a story about the inevitable banality with which we sometimes lose our lives when this happens.

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a. .. (Anais Nin)

I understand loneliness better than anyone else in the world, that's why I say

the letters and when I speak

the paucity of people around you.

remember the moments and places that do not donavano life.

Do you have to stay there?

should make a valiant effort

to leave the seats empty or lonely.

Life is too precious.

Looking back I realize

that we create our destiny

and its negative aspects with our liabilities.

We should never accept the poverty of life.

I know it's hard to face the unknown, to find other work,

or another way to live But it depends

Only you, do not accept empty.

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Giorgio Gaber "If I knew"

now gained

A logic is that man is provisional

and that makes sense a bit 'precarious

of life.

But dying is an unnatural act

which is usually accepted

for a given statistical

more than rational.

If I knew what is good for me if I knew what

hurts

in the tide of things and people that I've got around

if not betrayed my true instincts

could become seriously

a man centuries-old

perhaps forever.

may aspire to immortality is a bit 'too much. But when a

s' in love with a theory,

at times, to get carried away.

If I knew how strange are

my thoughts and emotions

if I had read a bit 'better my instruction booklet

if I knew, suddenly I knew, if I was born

have thanked my God or cursed

have come out if I knew if I had

noticed that my brother or someone else

wanted me dead if I knew

beyond words

my childhood hell

will always be beside me at my bedside.

physically

If I knew what makes me good and what hurts me if I knew

more concretely what is good for me, what hurts me.

If I knew why my health

does things a bit 'insane

and I can not even explain

a trivial gastritis

if I knew that if I knew

nice if when I suffer for the sake

Convenga I touch the bottom or go to dance

choose me if I knew a lover

if I really knew

distinguish a delusion from a smart idiot

if I knew whether it is better to be faithful

and by virtue of the moral

give up easily

a fucking heavenly.

physically

If I knew what makes me good and what hurts me if I knew

more concretely what is good for me, what hurts me.

If I knew my labor and human

comedies daily

if I were certain that at least I want some 'good

if I knew, maybe

I knew if I gave the children just love

or I was, like most, the father of a trade

if I knew that if she is so strong

and shares my fate

will be deployed anyway, and forever by my side

if I knew if we live in this embrace civil

general

there are those who truly mourn at my funeral.

physically

If I knew what makes me good and what hurts me if I knew

more concretely what is good for me, what hurts me

what is good for me, what hurts me what I

is good, what hurts me

what is good for me, what it hurts.

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Elena Acquati Wallendorf: "Death will come. Waiting"

What follows is the story of an experience that Elena has experienced first hand. I really enjoyed reading it, so I asked if I could reserve a space in my room literature.

"The room screaming " Elena Acquati Wallendorf.

about 6 years old, mom came to pick me as usual with his grandparents in the country, where I was during the settimana.Mi took me aside and said, "I have to say something important and very ugly, and Silvia dead "this was a girl one year and a half that I loved very much, the daughter of neighbors. At the time I'm not upset at all. Mom and Grandma made me the talk about children when they die and become angels over there, took it quietly. We got into the car and left for Milan. Once home, Mom said she was going to make the neighbors awake with them before the funeral, the body of the child was composed at home and I wanted to go with her at all costs. It was not the first time I attend such a thing in town I always carried with her grandmother when women washed the dead, he said that I had to get used to and honestly I had never made an impression: in general, I danced around the corpse and tried to wake him, to see if my magic, which I believed I had, worked.

from the nearby living room and there I went into the bed of the girl and her lying in and around the candles, Mother went to the kitchen by her parents to take off her coat.

I'm not sure I succeeded.

Before I touched her: it was cold, he knew, the dead are cold. I called several times, trying to wake her up: nothing 'sti magic just does not work, maybe I was too young to use them. Suddenly, like a tide, I overcame the fear. Something went click in the brain. A new link between synapse. Click and imrovvisamente know something that did not previously know, within a nanosecond, I'll get him the knowledge, if a girl younger than me is dead then I can die too! It is not true at all that you die from old and is all true what I see on the news: the hungry children, the war in Vietnam ... all true.

ARE IN DANGER: I do not care, they become a little angel, we sit at the feet of God the Father, nothing interests me Faced with the prospect of my own end, not there is nothing to console me, no, no story, no caress, I'm all alone in front of my death, I look at her and I see my death. And I have six years.

begin to gird: "No, no no no no no no !!!!!" nonononono and cry like a fountain. They come large and I cry even more. Ricomiciano the stories about angels, but are no longer effective. I'm angry, I'm pissed off black, are prey to a strange mix between fear, disgust, boredom and sense of rebellion: they are bad.

And I cry, the only thing that helps me, because what I feel and desire to break everything.

I feel cheated.

How long do I have? As I left? How to use it, how still live knowing ....

BUT OTHERS KNOW?! We have advised?

If no: I have to do? If you

: why spend time doing useless things?

Because so many things appear to me within a nanosecond profoundly unnecessary: \u200b\u200bwatching television, for example, things like that.

From that moment everything changed and the meaning has become to me makes sense. I said Mom was crying for me and not for the dead child, because it seemed an act of selfishness on my own.

In the end she was dead, not me, but lei.Lei could not even cry anymore and the worst of it was me that had died without having first heard the risks they ran: she had lived unconscious.

I've never been afraid of life, just because this happened to me.

Of death I fear no longer exists, not to think more, but not a paralyzing thought, quite the opposite is what inspires me to live intensely, trying not to throw anything away, this fear is the thing I a sense.

I'm happy to be aware.

(... And I have you met her!)