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stage of life.

All together (25 human) on the veranda in front of the television for the countdown, you can also see the television show. Count-down to end this fucking new year. The two countdown are not, one goes on for almost 5 seconds. People go into chaos and does not know where to look. Who is the third those who say "what the hell are you to say" or "but turn off the fucking television!" and those who are already drinking champagne. Tilt. And I laughed like an idiot for 5 minutes to type this thing. But go to fuck a bit 'all, you and I'm 2011.

PS: Here's the first thing I can add that under this new year is that I did a poo. A beauty, too.

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54: If you happen to pass here ...

But now we move forward.

He was claiming to be her own private detective that we are seeking, but for God's sake, how is this possible?, Quell'investigatore us if we have not even created yet?

It is not by chance that she wants to make fun of?

"Oh, no, I'm careful not to take ... around the authors that, in future, will have to write my stories ... I was mad!

No, it's just that I thought you who work in these novels you have your work cut, to find the right ideas to remove the hindrances your characters, build scenes, and locations, and so, there would have been useful, and then (always in my personal opinion, of course), begin, as it were, with a little help, meet with your character ready-made. ... I saw all quersti clothes, and so I made myself a quick choice, but no less careful. ... and what the heck!, then I have to get by me, if you will, with the clothes which I find myself, for the duration of the novel, and then allow that your private investigator if they go around in clothes that are not to his liking?

Not so, and here I've just been busy .... "

But it's brilliant, fantastic, we do not know how to thank you, she has raised to a grind, we can now begin to tell his first adventure.

So we are in London in 1860 ...

And so, as our friends narrators focus on their first adventure of the new character, private investigator this whole pepper them has even accelerated in the choice of her look, we now we turn away, headed to new places.

For starters, let's take a leap forward in time, no less than twenty years, what do you think?

So, we get a bit 'as a reason people in the 90s, and two thousand is not that things were going much better, so, with a beautiful flight of fancy (grant us these powers-space time, after all we do for you, perhaps you would not have tired of always hearing about these things?), here we are, Now, none other than ... in 2010!

And the day is always the same, Dec. 24.

We are on the eve of Christmas, and we see on the street, a bit like a 'strange.

Walk with an air of distracted and dreamy without nemmero mind where he puts his feet.

is dressed in a simple way, a pair of jeans, a shirt and a jacket.

Go for a stroll around the city, who knows what to do.

not for us the facts of the other, but we think that perhaps we should add a little 'scene, and as such, for the way it has to move, gives us the impression of being single (which does not rise more no wonder nowadays, even if it's a twenty, you have forgotten that we are now in 2010?), we would like to get to work to find a girlfriend, so call now the best painter at our disposal and if we ask, gently, can paint, in a few brush strokes (we're sure you will have no difficulty in this, because of its ability), a beautiful girl who can make the company the boy in question.

The painter goes to work and, in a few minutes, just a moment before turning the corner to make the child down the street, that's the girl that we are ready, and he can immediately see all 'street corner, he came suddenly into her, and we expect that, at this point, we meet, in short, that fidanzino.

Among other things, this girl, just as it exited the brush of our skilled painter, there even seems to know it.

a moment, let us reflect. ... Ah, yes, we got it!

That girl is identical to a famous American singer, one who is having great success in this period, especially in the United States.

His name is Taylor Swift, is a blonde woman of 20, even 21 years (we find that, if today is December 24th of 2010, it means that you have completed the 21th year of age from a few days) and discover that, strangely enough, this year he released his last album.

And not only that we also find out (do not ask how, not to force us to reveal too much about our ability to survey) that Taylor Swift is also the favorite singer of weird type in question, one we wanted, so kindly, to procure a girl.

So imagine that will be happy to get acquainted with a girl not any, but even with Taylor Swift!

At this point, however, we must make a clarification.

For we must say that the girl we are talking about (the one that now is a conversation with the kind weird, and that was painted in a few brushstrokes by our expert painter), not really Taylor Swift is exactly, just one that looks like a lot, or better say, Taylor Swift is the woman to which our painter, at the time, was inspired to create it.

Wants certainly the case that our painter, just this morning, it went to the hairdresser to get a permanent fix (again, let's test how good we are to get involved in the personal affairs of others, and this I want to apologize personally with our painter) and, while he was in the waiting room (waiting, of course, that came his turn), his eye was drawn to one of the many magazines put there on purpose to kill time customers.

Our hairstylist, m grabbing one of these magazines, and began to leaf through it, gave him an opportunity to dwell on an article on the singer Taylor Swift, article entitled arricchitto also many pictures of the singer, that's why, when, a moment ago, we asked her to paint a girl for the type weird and dreamy, you have made a girl who is this and what to Taylor Swift.

We are therefore faced with a case of a work of art inspired by the true (or rather, from a photo) that comes to life right in front of us.

Now, the girl painted by our painter, might also be called Taylor, and, for a bizarre game of fate, may also have a beautiful voice as the famous singer who inspired it, things could not fail to impress some weird kind dul, now, is getting to know her (you see we were right in saying that there was no girl?), since, at least, might ask his beloved to sing those songs in person that he has until now always listened to only through the CD in its possession.

And maybe so, so, he did not even notice that the girl has known is not the real Taylor Swift, could live with her whole life, believing that this is the singer who so loved , and would never know that, in reality, it's just a painting inspired by her, called by some authors that bizarre, one Christmas Eve, they had nothing better to do than to meddle in its affairs.

Or, it could also be that the capacity will be distributed in this girl in a different way than in the original model.

Call it Taylor or not, this girl, painted by our painter, may instead be very good in the kitchen, or to write novels, or be a skilled pediatrician ...

But this we do not want to know, our party now we made it.

So we move in small steps, leaving those two young people there, in the background, because they still have a life ahead, and who knows how many things could still discover each other.

Without anyone to interfere in their lives, in any way.

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53: The right atmosphere?

December 24, 1988.

A tour through the streets of the city.

Looking to do the right gift, his brother, or sister, brother or uncle.

And, this, there should be no problem.

Making gifts to relatives would be a difficult thing fact, if there were no standa .

At the stand you can find everything, and incredible prices.

short, a gift for each parent, and any budget .

The first thing you hear on entering the stand, and the background music.

It is understood that the standa keep the radio on.

A good way to make customers happy, all of us, in fact, entering a shop, we would like as long as the power of choice and possibly purchase, was dampened by something pleasant.

Of course, times change.

And for the better, fortunately.

We are in the 80s, and we have a good amount of articles.

The stand is very rich, things out there, you'll be spoiled for choice.

Still, the gifts do not all the same.

should discuss taking account of the subject to which that gift is intended.

But above all, the precise requirements.

Lady of the train, for example, can not make any gift to his nephew came to town for Christmas neintemeno and Germany.

He asked for the Game Boy.

Yeah, but what about Game Boy?

Mrs. Del train had never heard of before his nephew that would make her request.

"It 's the latest, most modern games for kids," he had told his nephew.

Yes, now I remember correctly, he used those very words.

But where is now the Game Boy?

We're sure to have the standa there?

Oops, that careless, I'm always in a hurry.

I beg your pardon, but writing these stories always involves some effort, when it comes to dates.

One tries to follow the thread of ideas in his head, and do not always realize that it did not clear a few things.

For example, from which I would be careful writer, I already had to warn you that, in our story, we went ahead just a couple of years, and now we are in the December 24, 1990.

could not be otherwise, for that matter, if we want this story has a minimum of historical veracity: the Game Boy, in fact, was not put into service in our beautiful Europe prior to that year.

Now that we got "in rule "regarding the dates, I would say to proceed with our narrative of the facts.

Without that, at this point, you are hotter than ever.

Here we are, in fact, at this very moment, in the department "clothing" of the stand.

Let's coats, hats, scarves, gloves of all types.

Then we try to do an experiment: to create here, on time, under the attention of your readers fussy, a real character to a hypothetical, totally ideal detective story.

In fact, we do more, we say that we even invent the protagonist of our story.

So, speaking of novels we have seen all the classic types with long and always wet raincoat, a cigarette in the mouth, constantly penniless, but full of initiative.

But, holy God, we are in the 90s, I can not settle for so little?

then on, my friends creative readers, get busy, squeeze a little 'your brains, and see to find an idea.

How could suit our modern private investigator in the '90s?

Then the rest, in what must be done, what are his fears, his anxieties, his fixations, we'll narrators, but at least you give us a hand to understand what will be the ' aspect of our hero, we said here's clothes out there, and there is no need to disturb the mica more whimsical melancholy of Paris designers to put on a sketch!

"Er, sorry for the intrusion, gentlemen ...".

And who would not see that we are engaged in right now?

We are looking to us to be an idea for the hero of a detective story, please do not disturb us, has nothing else to buy?, Right here in the department "clothing" was to happen?

"Er, no, again I ask your pardon, gentlemen, but you see, the fact is that ... you know, I would note that the protagonist are looking for ...."

Oh, this is indeed beautiful!, How beautiful it is the fact that only when she speaks compaioni quotes, if we talk we do not check anything ... not that she can explain that too, by any chance?

"Well, that's a problem with the letter ... when he talks about one character, put the quotation marks, otherwise if the save ... you know, when he talks about so many people ... you never understand those who want to speak first , there's just a mess, and then the letter to make your life easier, removes the quotation marks ... and you, now, of course, are many, not just one person ... and how you should call, by the way? ... authors, perhaps ?...".

Authors will be fine, thanks.

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52: A bit 'of perfume and ... happiness

- "Look how they come up, Ale."

He looks up, to follow the finger of her, who wants to show him something over their heads.

This is a wheel, running fast.

So far nothing strange: the problem is that, in turn that wheel, there are so many people.

human as you and him.

Someone, maybe even in love like them.

Coppiette who chose to express their love in a certain way.

One way that, for him, it's crazy.

This makes him an idea.

While continuing to watch, horrified, the figures of those people who move fast being seated on the giant wheel that turns up, in what appears to be one of the most popular attractions of the carousel where they are, and while at the same time, it also reflects on the situation superficially, on the succession of facts and events that led them to stand a few minutes there on that bench, they who had come here in this tournament, to deal with simple things, for everyone as target practice for a small gain, cute, teddy bear which is already owned hundreds of individuals at home, he remembered to ask her, his beloved (now can not help but think, see, images, known, and much more, in this way), a simple question.

- "Tell me something ..." he began, with his increasingly frightened expression, typical of someone who has never quite sure of the reaction than the other, his interlocutor, might have to his words, "tell me, But you think that ours is a love ... you know ... crazy? "

-" Mad? ", she says, expressing amazement.

He's still thinking about when, a few days before, had paused a little before the door of that room, and they had kissed, because that was the right time to do so.

Once inside the room we had entered in earnest, and had done so many good things.

As an example, again put into question, ordering food at all unusual, things that had never before experienced.

All this just to improvise.

And that experience seemed quite neutral to both.

But you could judge, effectively, folly?

I had talked so much that day, standing on their tables eating, feeling that every moment of what they were doing was not only confirm the idea that, together, had become of their love.

But, apparently, this still was not enough.

And he goes back to her that question, now, because there is no better confirmation, to love, a healthy debate in a nice emotional moment of relaxation.

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Conscription compulsory plenary dinner! Dinner

Ok people went bankrupt in December ..... dinner to organize in January!

I'm back but other expatriates, such as Stephen and Gavin, then you're all invited (to be) at a dinner in never meet again (as I am melodramatic)

Location: Bologna

Days: Friday or Saturday 21 or 22

Act 1: tell me your schedule and see if I can come and meet you (moved)

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51: On one side of the road

Beats light

n know exactly why I call them on it

because I do not see anything that beats

than the lids of my eyes

(however, those flying without my noticing

also have a different rhythm )

only light that is hard to show

through the wooden shutters open wide

to challenge the boundaries of the porch.

I do not want a huge garden to grow

around my house

plants I leave them free to attach

buttons to the veins of life

wherever there is a bit 'of blood offer a sacrifice

just never lacks the strength to pull

even when the rain comes

much or little light or strong

falls alone .

Beats light

perhaps now finally understand

why I have called them so

even if it is day

and clouds contend with bites the last rectangle of sky free

do not know who to greet across the street

all the faces are unknown to me

even birds do not seem familiar

I ended up in a different angle of green

where there are only cubes recompose

and an illusion of reality.

Beats light

will arrive the next nearest

(does not matter if the cat is indifferent

the wire I open ball and threw to the ground

hoping that grab your nails in a game)

this afternoon we will have a new life

the cat will eat his usual soup

the tree that we saw yesterday evening

right next to the last stretch of beach

put us nothing to grow

another half meter

come so high that one day

we will no longer even its trunk

only the crown will feature our eyes

the highest part of the most beautiful

because the eyes are the first thing that crossed

people when they look.

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50: ... And my cat reads Shakespeare

And we got to share 50.

A nice finish, especially for someone like me that, for these things, has always had special attention.

In this event, I try to go back to the origins of this blog.

My goldfish read Plato, or even, as the visitors the early days have certainly noticed, Each lemur is a Plato.

This was, in fact, the original name I buckled to the blog.

And I know not to have ever explained why.

right then that these things are not so decisive, that one should first do something to worry about, the explanations on the names and so are only later, but since I started this blog that I think of how to explain because I called him so.

And, at some point, I realized that I would have done on the occasion of the fiftieth post.

We start from the original name: Each lemur is a Plato, in fact.

One evening, while my brain was maturing the idea of \u200b\u200bopening a new blog on which to build a new virtual identity, I found myself watching a little 'TV.

Of course, there was nothing particularly rewarding, so I tuned in for a moment on an Italy, where they were sending Wild Oltrenatura , program, plus the one occasion I was able to Espying, more on the Fiammetta Cicogna graceful forms of the host and its content.

And here's the paradox: During the program, Fiammetta is always quite generous with appearances, and is only occasionally peeking between a long service and other (equally long).

But this is the fate of us are happy lovers of beauty, to enjoy dovercela fatigue among a jump in the Amazon forest and another leap between the hot and vast deserts of Africa.

But now I digress.

What we (and you) would like to know is that at some point in that episode there was talk of the lemurs, animals which were introduced by a biologist requested by the presenter, as a more primitive stage of monkeys.

short, monkeys that have not reached the levels of some of their cousins \u200b\u200bwell more advanced, such as the gorilla or chimpanzee.

At that point, I floated an idea.

Why not associate with that animal so simple and nice, the lemur in fact, the image of "normal" (which is normal for "all of us" for the average man, in short, one of many )?

At that point, I immediately came to the rescue Plato, who said that we have all the knowledge of the truth, the problem is that there are forgotten, and that truth resides therefore in an ideal world, the world of "ideas" , so our task will be to live our lives trying to recover what we lost.

Which is a bit 'well what he was saying a professor of philosophy that I once knew: that everyone, in a sense, we are philosophers, because each of us can make an argument following a precise idea, and that reasoning is in effect a philosophy.

saying that every lemur is a Plato, then, I just wanted to refer to the possibility (still alive and real, in fact I believe a lot) that every human being (lemur, or even an ant, snail or squirrel that is, symbolically speaking) has to reach, even if for a few seconds, and within a limited knowledge (which is their specific field of action), the leaders of the absolute.

The possibility that each of us, regardless of being a philosopher.

to send a message that has content.

Content that others who receive it may receive, and if desired, make their own.

This is also a way of saying that all men are created equal, that there is no such distinction.

talk to anyone, I always expect to teach me something. Each lemur

Why is Plato.

Over time, I preferred tweak the title of this blog.

Each lemur is a Plato, in fact, as far as justified by a specific thought, seemed a bit 'hard and harsh as the title, not so easy and sweet to remember.

So, trying not to deviate much from my message left, I made a slight change.

After careful reflection (it is not life so much fiber, do not worry), I thought of my goldfish read Plato.

The lemur has been replaced by a goldfish, which offers a more everyday housewife (unlike lemurs, prosimians of Madagascar curious that, as animated with good intentions, however, creates a certain distance), while the verb to be, still a bit anonymous, because it can mean many things, has given way to the verb read, by which I came to give the goldfish a anthropomorphic look .

Goldfish law, as I do, as you do, as does each of us.

It does not read anyone mica.

No, he read Plato.

The decisive step was, however, in my opinion, adding that "my".

Why, now, the reference is not made to an undefined group of individuals (as suggested by the previous "all") but it becomes more personal, now you're talking about my goldfish, which is also yours, theirs, to anyone who reads, according to whatever point of view.

Well, the end of the party.

It was a pleasure to tell how the blog was born, on the occasion of this 50th post.

What matters is that no post ever get a .... Another.

But it is always possible to make a distinction between a post and another, as with all things in life, anyway.

Now, excuse me, but I have to return the book I had left in half to come to write this post.

A fascinating and engaging book, I read a small part of each day.

And I always feel that in doing so, I can, little by little, to recover the memory of something.

Something I forgot.

And who knows where it is, at this time.

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49: The skin and cardboard

is a long time that Joe does not go local.

still remembers very well what was going on, whenever, in his spare pause between one thing and another important (although, with the carefree life that was, and still is, would never have said it did not do that something); entered in that space.

There was always the same show.

A show that was repeated endlessly, before the eyes of local regulars.

A show that was made especially to accompany always the same gestures, the symbol of a life surviving the oppression of life, a life of looking for an escape from adversity.

A show for those who had not much to ask from life, because now we were resigned to their plight.

So, not just one of those regulars crossed the threshold of the place of Joe, a crucial meeting in the community, that here, in front of him - right on the bottom of that built on local wood, wood that seemed to defy all the odds, time, trying to keep to robust and efficient, no matter what happened - that's on that background, c 'was the group of three who was performing, offering every time his repertoire is always the same.

the group of three was so named because it consisted of only three members, who were also a real family: Sam, the father, thin and slender, in his forties, Kelly, his wife fat and full-bodied voice, the same age husband and, finally, little Johnny, who was the only son of this couple, just 17 years old, and very good in playing guitar.

The songs they sang were always the same.

What if they caught one in place of another to its entry into the local Joe, was only a matter of chance.

could happen that you came into the room at a time of general gloom, and then the Group of Three was there to sing (but in reality it was she, Kelly, the only woman of the trio, to lend her voice in display, while father and son were the instruments), his famous "Live & Dead," the most wrenching part of his repertoire.

Or you could go inside the room at a time of greater emphasis on expressive, and here the trio was there to delight the ears of the customers with the famous "I and you", which captured more than some applause in the end.

Every now and then, it could happen to receive a nice surprise.

Although the time in the community to go slow, and then the same components of the trio toyed willingly into laziness, indulging, day by day, the constant repetition of the same pieces (which never had provoked a reaction from the present, because, before the greatness of life and its problems, lacked the strength to really take it for little things like that), but going on, especially in days of inspiration, a of the three, usually the young and promising son, throw down a few words, and then wash it all down with a few notes here and there.

It was born a new piece.

piece, with a little 'luck, you could feel the cool fresh your entry into the room.

entered, and you understood immediately that there was nothing new, because that song had never heard, and you realize that it was certainly the last found the Group of Three, and this will put some cheer him, because you thought that if the trio had decided to start work on a new piece, then it was not yet reached the end of the world, and you could still hope for the better, for tomorrow.

Now, after so many years, he is once again crossing the entrance to the room of Joe and he can not imagine what we could find within this time.

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48: I want you to tell me that you love me

- "So what did you think?"

- "Well, well ..."

- "Yes, I understand that you do not particularly like the sport," she says, picking, in his words, a slight and ill-concealed impatience, "but sometimes you have to be able to groped a different way ..."

- "Ah ha!".

The

to laugh, and knows that his is not a laugh of scorn, but it is a way to turn on almost ironic that he was taking the discussion seriously.

"You're absolutely right.

And then I enjoyed a lot in covering the meeting, I do not have with the sport itself ... "

-" So what's the problem? "She asks, while the eyes looks around, as if to better investigate the environment which, as they walk and talk, it seems ... even wrap.

- "The problem lies in the competition.

See all those people who live the sport only to reach a goal, to prove themselves better than the opponents in a race continued, uncontrolled, with no time or desire to stop and think, well, all this confuses me ... "

-" But I must say that the game we have just seen, not There was nothing like that ... "

-" Yeah, that's it. "

The answer comes out spontaneously, and is surprised to have expressed such confidence in giving her, but she does not seem to have noticed.

"For once, I could see a game made just for fun.

Yes, basically I think that's how you should do, that we must live the sport.

without getting in the middle of the desire to overpower the other. "

- "Tell me, Alex," he tells her, realizing that the best thing to do at this point, you change the subject, and focus on something more direct.

- "How would you like to make a leap in that space?".

him to stop and look.

The long notes, for a moment that seems endless, and it does so quietly, in an unreal condition, because even she, watching him watching her, utters a single word, as if he knew who should not have to wait , his answer will come soon.

now she has become accustomed to him, His manner to these, although the fun.

He likes to think about things more in a moment, to dwell for a moment, trying to catch them.

loves to dwell and to understand just what, in general, is not allowed during performances sports, where prevails the race, the competition, the desire to win and triumph, to be faster than the others, period.

And this time, explained why he loves when she does this kind of questions.

With that tone. When

, breaking the climate of discourse up to that point, she turns to him and asks him to do the simplest thing in the world, however, that she seems the best thing that a man and a woman, fond as they, can do.

Then he turns, looks around and does what many others would have suffered, but he preferred to wait a while 'before you do, in order to look good the first woman who stands before, and that did that request, to grasp once more the essence.

He turned, and tried to locate the room in which she was speaking.

- "There he is over there," she added, raising his arm to immediately provide an indication of the direction where to look.

- "Ah, I see!" Is his answer.

- "I understand ... and you know what? ... I like that place.

Thus, seen from the outside, looks like a saloon, such as those seen in western movies.

You know I've always liked these venues ... "

-" I know very well, "she says, once again secure her, once again showing to know him deeply, and better than anyone else.

's nice to have someone close to him that you know so much, I can say so many things about you without fail ever. This

what he thinks, but he is planning to share it with you.

After all, why should not he?

once, groped can act in a manner different from what was used in the past.

He used to always stay inside all the things he was thinking, because for many years, was at his side no one to communicate, no one to discuss it in the most spontaneous and sincere as possible.

Now that someone was there, and it was a beautiful woman, things were different, but he sometimes falling back into habits of yesteryear.

thought one thing, and had not yet undergone the spontaneous attitude to communicate to her, to put it in tandem with his thoughts.

It was a moment, but it happens.

Then, immediately understood that she must speak, because if he did not share, if not immediately explained what he had in mind was not that create smooth, nodes that, over time, would have risked becoming increasingly large, up to become a huge problem, capable of making very difficult their relationship.

And he does not want to go that far.

does not want their love that had no trouble.

So now begins to speak.

- "You know, attacks, while a light and measured steps, with the quiet courage of those who can not in no hurry to get to their destination, because much of the fun comes from the path," it's nice to have someone beside understand that you know so well .... "

taking a short break, then continues: "I have never seen such a thing in my life, you know you've always been a loner, one who thought things and kept them for himself ... but with you it's different, You can make me open up beautifully, and I want to tell you, honestly, my heart ... so, here, now, as we cover the last few yards that separate us from that place in the Wild West-style saloon where we decided to enter, I I want to tell you I'm happy to Thee reveal all these things, I'm delighted that the person with whom you let me in either, and I would love it if I were you ... forever. "

They stop.

Another time.

were missing very few steps to reach the venue, and find within it, who knows what to do at that point.

Maybe they ordered a light lunch, so, just to recover from the recent experience in that stage where, together, hand in hand, had attended a meeting of basketball.

Or perhaps you would be limited to one beer per person.

But now they are there, in front of the restaurant-saloon of the Far West, and look.

They look for long, as usual, then she gently moves her head towards him, puts his hands on his face, leads him towards him, and kisses him.

She kisses him, hard, for a time that seems eternal.

And he has never felt better in his life.

And think about what you just did.

If he kept his thoughts to himself, as he did once, would not derivative at all.

They would enter, normally, in that space that is before them, knowing each other things they already knew, nothing more.

knowing only those things that have no need to be said, because it usually take for granted.

And they would continue their life, not saying that they loved each other.

confining themselves to think.

But he spoke, has confessed his feelings, his thoughts of the moment.

And he did right away, without fear, without even waiting that had come into the room, perhaps sitting at their tables with the dishes ordered before, in a condition that probably would have gained in serenity, but lost in poetry.

No, he has spoken now, playing instantly, while they were still outside.

Because often in life one must be sincere and true also in the timing.

And now I'm standing there, kissing, kiss, and that seems as long as their entire life so far.

is a kiss full of all the best things they have done together so far.

It's the kiss of true love.

The kiss that comes suddenly, without warning, as long as the conditions are there to welcome him.

To hear the fans full of life.

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What better wish for 2011: more time to me, to relax, to travel. So what could be better if start the new year with a holiday Jonas ?!
From 2 to 6 January Mocheni Valley in the heart of Trentino awaits you with snowshoes on his feet.
Peregrindando among alpine meadows and alpine lakes and tasting dishes from Trentino in good company ... link to full details of the screening program http://www.jonas.it/epifania_ciaspole_trentino_single_506.html
it's just the beginning of the year holiday!

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47: Three more square feet and ninety seven

Things.

things everywhere.

Objects overwhelm you, make you anxious.

to their desire to compose himself, to recover quickly to a precise location.

Why do things feel the changes, when they understand the move, and try, in their own way to adapt to your biorhythms.

are like animals, or as the nature in general.

Equipped with soul, and surprising empathy to everything that surrounds them.

and lives with them.

It begins with a chaotic pile of boxes. All

piled one above the other, side by side.

boxes containing things which, together with which you enjoyed, you have suffered for a lifetime.

And now they seem so anonymous, those things, while those from within blocks of cardboard, you look desperate because they no longer have a place.

But you are there to reassure them, because you understand them very well, too, like them, right now I feel lost, without a precise location, you know there's a new house there, ready to welcome you, but you know very well that it takes more time before the miracle be done, before you feel, actually in perfect harmony with the new world with new standards, where did you decide to dive.

In a word, to live.

In fact, a small miracle it looks like you've already accomplished.

It was only the other day, when, in a single, powerful day, you gave vent to all your inner strength and physical (discover they possess, the latter, even more than I thought), cleaning up, with the help of a few people, your closest relatives, the old house (the one that you left and where she's gone, like a breath, a part of your life full of emotions), of all the things, chaotic, filled it.

Why a house, the larger (ie more square feet has at his disposal), more tents, of course, to fill up. Almost

things, arriving there, they perceived the availability of good space in the area, and have the possibility of telepathic contact with the other things that are out, and then inviting them to stay in that house, and so a mysterious power unknown will ensure that multiply in hosts, the habit of having all sorts of things, pushing them, therefore, to accumulate, accumulate during the days, years, a piece of furniture for a corner (so far empty) of living, or yet another succulent plant to show off one of the balconies ...

All fills, and then becomes difficult to remove when you move.

Things perceive the climate nervous, tense, one needs to do everything as quickly as possible, because there is a new house that waits there, and with her deep desire is to place as soon as possible in the best possible because the effort is made to move a step, a short, little effort, after which it will be retrieved the same habits as before, only seen in a new, more interesting and rewarding light.

In the midst of the many things that need fixing, while there are still lots of boxes that are there, arranged at random in all areas of the new house, waiting for a noble heart and open the (re) reveals the content (because there is a sense of discovery in Scartabelli the various parcels, already knowing what's inside, because it has sealed them in person the first time, but the details will disappear quickly, so you do not even remember over what, exactly, you will find in that particular package, protected by one or more rounds of tissue paper), you have already received a portion of your supreme, idyllic pleasure, rearranging your much loved and cared for collection of comics.

Taking those books, one by one, from the boxes where they had placed, you seem to see at a glance, looking at the cover, the number and title, so put them back on the shelves as before but also better than before, the entire content. All

a story that seemed to read, without opening the book at all, because the pieces of your collection you know them all perfectly, because 've read them all (some even longer and more than once), and you know immediately if there is no single register.

But this, fortunately (and thanks to the care and attention that you had when thinking of the impending move, with a huge security as well as in advance, you're concerned about locating the various registers of all the series follow in the boxes, already anticipating the moment when, in the new house, they'd dug up to give him the sacred serial arrangement, one after another, they deserve), it did not happen.

Comics are all there, has it all.

and review your Dampyr, all in perfect condition, show off, one after another, their costoline all different colors, at the very end of the collection, where you store your favorite books of the series that still follow, to be ready to consult them at any time, but also for facilitated the process of adding other items as the new numbers come out, and you place them next to the previous time. in chronological order.

And, shortly before Dampyr camp here, too elegant Brendon numbers in a sequence ready to swell, but slowly, one month so the other does not, as Brendon out every two months.

And back again, there are other comic books you read, Nathan Never, for example, but also Dylan Dog, all arranged in such a way as to make a clear distinction between the books that belong to the regular series, and those who, however, does not belong because they are outputs, say out necklace, and then you placed separately, before or after the series proper, so it is always possible, at a glance, see where one begins and ends on the other, but, above all, distinguish between a comic and the other, why it should not ever happen that a register of Nathan Never be confused with one of Brendon, and to this end takes an important role in the management of color contrasts between the various costoline that alternate.

And, among all those comic books, your surprise and your greatest pleasure you've had them when you realize that now, unlike in the past, unless there are some comics in your collection that, for you have not more irrelevant.

characters you've decided to get rid of them before we deal with moving house, why do not you go to meet again in the new house.

And those characters, are now almost completely absent in your collection repositioned.

That gives you a strange and unusual sense of freedom.

Because you know that all the books you see now are the most by far belong to you.

Those who have decided to keep with you, because there is no change that does not involve some sacrifice, but then, in this case, you should be aware of what to cut and what not, so that, at the right time, that who has been appearing as the best part.

At this point, there are still several things to fix. Look

room in your new home (in a few steps, take a stroll in full all the rooms, taking advantage of that sense of emptiness due to the fact that the space around it has not yet been filled), and you still see a lot, maybe too many things to fix.

And you think maybe it will take an eternity before to be able to put everything in its place.

think that he could not recover to be optimistic, first note that all those boxes full of things have fallen by half.

Then maybe you'll take a first breath of relief.

Waiting for a new internet line that allows you to retrieve the contact with the friends of the forum.

But, also, to post, in the vast network of roads, this account of your experience.

experience that is not yet over, indeed, is only the beginning.

And, as you turn to look over one of the windows and see so many houses on the street in front, full of people who overlooking the balconies, as to have a look at a life that now familiar, and which is used for some time, you realize you still have many things to discover.

And to have in front of you in the coming days, a new time, a new life.

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Ballasecondamenoquattroac.

So 4 am, you are to change graphics. I like it but something is missing, maybe add in the light of day.

The Social Network is a good movie, well done.

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46: The last 45 meters of cloth

choice.

from which our very lives depend.

And here we are serious intent, to investigate all the cases before us, because we know what we decide will be essential for us, for our future.

In times like these, more than ever it is important have its own personality, so well discern what is good for us, and what is not, because it is a choice that only affects us, and we alone, then we are the real arbiters.

But what is there behind this?

In life, our choices really matter?

And most importantly, we have a personality that is really all ours?

Without influences of any kind?

I think not.

And in this post, I will try to explain it.

Each of us has from birth (ie, excluding the elements of nature genetics) the potential to be in fact, unique.

different from anyone else. This

at birth, in fact.

The genetic basis for organizations (only biologically) more advanced (like humans), it is very crucial, if not immediately followed by something else.

Genetics only gives you "the mold" , so to speak, how you will be.

Nothing.

Next, take over other factors. Let's see what

.

education, for example.

That is imposed almost exclusively on the rest, forged in a surprising way.

Yet, we could say that education the first 4-5 years of life (quantity determining your nose, not the result of a study) has little importance in defining the personality of the individual.

Yes, because if we pay attention, the first 4-5 years of life are "equal" (from the educational point of view) for all.

What are, in fact, the precepts that a child of that age group feels that educate parents receive?

not do this, do that one, be careful that this thing done so, this other there, and so on.

The child, in other words, during this period of life, receive general information on the right way to behave in a variety circumstances of life.

This type of education is the same for all children (of course we start from the premise that children are talking about are the ones who have the fortune and the opportunity to grow in a healthy family and to take care of them, We therefore exclude from our investigation the most dramatic situations, unfortunately).

From all this, I would assume that the personality of each of us can not be formed in our first 4-5 years of life, as the information that, in educational terms, we receive from the outside during this period, almost same for all, then where, and what we could have the opportunity to differentiate ourselves, to be just us and no other?

The trouble comes later.

I think as young as 6 years, because that is the age when they begin primary school, and the child finds himself immersed in a whole new world for him, which often put into question the precepts of education (the so-called Super -I, we would say in Freudian terms) that the child has received from parents during the previous period.

Here, then, that the child will start to feel a range of theories, speeches, by the people who attend, from her sixth year of life.

hear the words of his companions, with whom he will discuss in an already more mature, telling, even in simplified terms, experience, and receiving in return the story of an experience than its own.

listen to the teachers who will tell you (again) how to behave, but in a way that is not always in complete harmony ( and the word "total" purchases in this period of life, an absolute meaning ) with the parents.

short, everything done will be a period of confrontation, evidence of verification.

And baby, put in these conditions will begin to ponder.

to consider all hypotheses, to understand what is the best way to behave.

On this specific issue, I use the method I suggested mom, or method B has mentioned the teacher at school?

In this way, the child begins to make his first choices, the most decisive in the formation of his personality.

And here we come to the second point of our analysis.

The personality, in fact.

really exists, or is it just an illusion?

am inclined to the latter.

Yes, because everyone believes, and would be different from all others (myself, I strongly believe that individualism and creativity of people think so), yet not so to the end.

From the sixth year of life, in which we find ourselves in the conditions I described above, here is that everything we do, we will choose, will inevitably be influenced by the stimuli we receive from outside.

if we choose to see or not a particular film, maybe because we've heard good or bad, and from what we heard, we have drawn a conclusion.

What drove us to one particular direction.

Same thing for value judgments.

If a 6 year old boy is put in front of a film, without which no one has said anything about that movie before you let them see, then, very likely, that child will make a very personal opinion about the movie at the end of the vision.

But iff is done to that child see the movie after giving notice of their idea (if the dad liked it or not), then the child, after watching, will make a case that will be affected by what has been said before it.

In short, the child will not be entirely free to judge.

And 'This is what I mean by freedom.

And for shaping the character independently, without any conditioning. Because each

of us has a personality that is hers alone, and no one else (even minimally), it is necessary. from the sixth year of life, we are put in a position to see the film (I'm talking about film as a metaphor, but I refer to life in general) without having any knowledge of the opinions of others.

But, otherwise, we just hear a simple "beautiful" or "bad" to be affected.

Throughout this account, no matter, as I said, the first 4-5 years of life, because those are the same for everyone so it is not taken into account to discuss the formation of personality.

That comes later, and everyone has it must be influenced by others.

None of us is himself the way down.

Unless, of course, do not watch the movie of his life completely alone.

But then where do the comparisons, experiences?

If each of us has to grow on its own to actually be himself, how do you know other people, to have friends, etc.?

And here comes a particularly worthy of note that, until now, I never considered: humanity.

Each of us is a man among men, and that's what counts.

We can not be completely ourselves because we do not want, but also because we should not, be.

what use would figure things out for themselves, only to not be influenced by anyone?

Nothing, because to do that, you lose everything that is beautiful in life.

The theory I set out came to my mind a few days ago, while I thought about how parents can influence the choices of their children.

What I wrote (and before that thought) based on intuitive thinking, why do not I'm sure a teacher, so I have not done any detailed study, and scientifically acceptable, on children in order to advance sound theory.

That's why I am the first not to believe all of what I wrote.

We also grow our own, without receiving any influence from anyone, so we can say one day that we are just ourselves, within us that no one else.

We can do it, but this will not serve anything other than to fuel our already innate human selfishness.

will enable us to think only of ourselves, our privileges that come from having a personality that is our 100%, and on which no one else can claim anything.

But if we look around, the first thing we see are other people like us.

People of all kinds, of all cultural expressions.

People of any ethnicity.

E, interacting with them, we realize how essential it is for all of us grow and improve their listening to others, trying to understand them.

E 'this is the real, the only man wins.

Breakthrough able to go beyond any scientific discovery and technological innovation. In addition

any historical period, beyond any geographic boundary.

How far we are still a couple of different eyes from ours, we want to tell their story.

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: Five cents in soil, dust

you're moving.

In an environment that is too hostile to be dealt with due calm.

That same calm and relaxed, while you are so natural reasons.

While you will be safe in your home, protected within the four walls, and you know it will not happen anything serious.

This is the perfect opportunity to discuss around the world, just understood to observe it.

And on the rare times when you go out, and go into the world about it, would you like as always, that everything proceeded calmly, that your mind could, at any time, have the opportunity to stay around things, the times that are typical, and try to understand them.

No hurry.

But, unfortunately, is not always the case.

The trouble comes suddenly.

You turn, you have the time to see a glimmer of life, and this belief, combined with the auditory sensation caused by the disaster, it makes you realize that now there's nothing left to do.

is essential, once again, try to keep their nerve.

Not that it's easy when you know what you've done to cause problems to someone.

When you realize that if you're there, is due to a series of fortunate circumstances and your favor (of those that occur so easily), which allowed you to find you in that place at that time, and you found yourself thinking that if things were going so well for you, it was even happen sooner or later, an event that otherwise would put an end to the rhythm as favorable.

In other words, I pulled on the six, the calamity.

You know you're in the middle of the city, with a medium that is not yours, because you have done (here is one of those fortunate circumstances that allowed you to be there at that same moment), and you know, then, that when you return home, tell what happened (even trying to understand that guilt is not yours, because you are you always careful about these things, perhaps even more than they should, but on the other hand, if it happened anyway, you see that it was inevitable), you'll have to undergo several reprimands him because you do not do anything useful and decent, you have a damn bad luck to be part of a small and rare fatality that has chosen you to show what he is capable, because it would have been better if I'd never left, not I had provided the means, at least, being at home, would not do damage, it is your fault if, when addressing the world, mischief, and on the other side are also guilty because you never leave with that medium, and then you're not ready to face what could happen, your problem is that you lack the experience of things in the world outside.

And shaky hands, because you know that delicious part of all this is true, and there is absolutely nothing to do.

But this can not show it to people now in front of you.

Who expects from you the answers.

Maybe even an apology for what you did.

You can not show now, what you feel inside.

are things you must know how to wait.

With rigid (and unshakable) patience.

Fortuna that the ritual does not last much.

few minutes, and it seems that it never happened.

do is almost nothing of the curious eyes of people who, until recently, I watched with amazement as it hit a guy like you could go that far.

Or, maybe, just usually reassured (and enjoy) the fact that it could not happen to anyone but you.

And you pretend you did not see them, but you feel their eyes on him.

But now even this is done, even though you know that nothing good ever ends forever, which is always a sign, a small illness of the soul within you, that indefinable something that makes you feel so bad .

bad with yourself because you know that the world is right to take it with you.

And you can not help it.

At this point, you just want to run away, go as far as possible from wherever you are, hoping that at least once, there is someone waiting, to tell you, after all, is not so bad.

get home, and I stretch out on the couch, her fingers clutching the photo of her, the woman of your sincere and incomparable love.

Think about you, your beautiful smile.

think that when it comes, is definitely something to tell you what happened. Maybe he'll tell you

what you yourself have already thought, that was just a tragic fate.

Or, perhaps, does not tell you anything.

be limited to hug you, to bring her on your hands, his eyes on yours, and you will be united as never before, and this will make you understand that there is better, too much of the blame for the silly story daily.

Then you kiss, and only then did I realize it is, indeed, the end of all the evil that you thought.

And you'll understand it's for the love of a woman as she must, after all, continue to live.

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Small chemical in the world!

boy returned to write the blog after a long time not to update you on my current situation (cmq so good, you work and toil for the bread especially) but no equals to submit a treat that I received a few moments ago!

Watch this video and one day you can say I studied with her!

Thank you in advance for giving me the dott.Claudio Joy suggested this means of communication!

here's the link!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ag1ESQBC4cU&translated=1

Ps do dinner before Christmas! propose a date other than the first weekend of December!

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44: The woman at the sky the flight

A footbridge.

on where to perform.

Under the eyes of all. This

the life of a model.

With today's post, I want to tell you about one of them.

What particularly impressed me.

Everything starts with a song.

Indeed, the video of the song. The title is

Misery, and is a song by Maroon 5.

Here's the video:

Some time ago, when you zap in the various television channels (which have a habit of almost never tire of not proposing anything good, so the act of zapping is perfectly legitimate), and pausing my attention to one of these channels, one of those that have almost exclusively musical entertainment, where, In short, we go from one song to another, with a few things (among them, advertising) in the middle, I came across the video in question.

And I was struck by the woman that you see appear.

If I remember correctly, he sees only one, so you can not go wrong.

doing my proper research on the Internet, I came to know that it is Russian, which is a model who is called Anna V'jalicyna , and which is 1986.

is a rich reportage of his photos selected from among the many found on the web:

A push to talk to you today (and, soon, you will account As this post is lacking in text than usual, but I had to compensate for the abundant presence of images, then, for once, I held my logorrhoea blazing), is a curious set of circumstances.

First, the fact that, today, I had the opportunity to reflect on the shape of the dark lady .

The complete woman, capable, intelligent, determined, maybe even a little 'cynical, but especially beautiful, a lot of films.

Added to this is another detail: just the other night I happened to dream of a beautiful girl, and now I realize what it was like (especially in the eyes) to Anna above.

Nothing has, however, the fact that I already has several days to speak one day of this beautiful model who appears in the video for Misery .

does not matter, because in any event, it was necessary that there be a precise set of circumstances, because I do it.

And now that there were, here I am, to speak.

Here I am, to push the debate around the expressive power that our dear Russian model is able to stage in the video by Maroon 5.

E 'a disruptive force, comes and destroys everything, nothing (and nobody) can stop it.

titillating, is not it?

The full wearing in the video is unsurpassed in the sense of very suitable to the situation.

simple Jeans, T-shirt above the waist, knotted at the bottom.

And her hair gathered back, so you better make clear the outline of his face, which is very crucial, given its role in the video.

E 'key to see her well in her eyes, read the strength of his gaze, without that nothing prevents it.

But this is also an opportunity to tell you about my limitations as far as knowledge, say, cosmetics.

You know when it comes to measures of a woman?

And it says, for example, that the measures are: 90-60-90? Or

88-62-88?

will know well that any number of the triad refers to a point in the body of a woman.

Specifically, we start with the first issue, defining the extent of the breast, then pass, with the middle number, the waist circumference, and finally, with the third issue, whether the sides are formed.

Yeah, but I did not know all this.

Until the other day when, through a discussion within a forum, I finally understood.

Moreover, what counts often are not even numbers, but the eye.

The true essence of a body, its ability to be "beautiful" for the viewer, are all factors that must be measured precisely by eye.

through observation.

E 'lost the magic Aesthete, who observes and creates an ideal form, which deposits in his head, and which will be constantly looking for each new template that will be faced, in a comparison constant.

discovering, perhaps, one day, found them in a video.

It will be ready to manage the uncontrolled cult of form, inner anxiety of being part of a universe town, where all the pieces are in place, and there is no definitive end to anyone.

Why, when it passed the first dress, it comes just a second, then third, many holograms that alternate, leaning lightly on the body of a single, unique model.

This is the concept of fashion, not being trendy, to follow the taste of the moment.

But fun to change your look in a theater without stopping, where we can choose what is best suited to accompany the music.

And feel the audience an exclusive show made just for us.