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

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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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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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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!

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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.

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belly laughs.

of the public who attends the last comedy show in the country.

Exhibition of jokes made in rapid succession, you can not even take a breath to breathe, that once there comes another. Would you like to Thee

stop, and try to find out more.

to better understand what you heard.

But already the stream of hands clapping covers you, engulfs your every good intention, so that shoots straight to expect that, going forward in listening, adds more and better.

In a continuous crescendo.

And, listening to the laughter around you, you think there's something automatic, in all this.

Laughter at once, and instantly, to what he feels. Without

be thinking about it.

Furthermore, it could be otherwise.

Otherwise, we would have something other than comedy.

Yeah, but what, exactly, is the humor?

Pirandello helps us a bit 'in the definition, explaining that the comedy is something that causes instant laughter in the listener, the laughter that follows must be completely natural, nothing more than an accompaniment (even inevitable, if want), comic opera: the birth of the joke, and now it comes the laughter, as the comedy in itself has the ability to develop immediately to the viewer ... comedy is fun, so for example, when the clumsy Hardy puts a foot wrong, and falls to the ground with all her plump figure.

The Sicilian playwright gives us, however, also understand that the humor is something other than humor: the latter, in fact, has in it a touch more sophisticated, so do not provoke any laughter instantaneous, but requires, but in the listener a careful process of interpretation, because, before the healthy humor, you need to be, so to speak, prepared, you can not laugh if you did not understand, you risk a bad figure, and moreover even the laughter that accompanies the humor is quite different from that which is through humor, laughter is not a question of free and open (the one with teeth bared , for instance), but maintaining a more content, because there is already humor, a culture and refinement that the comedy, more direct, does not own, then it is assumed that the user of humor is not one who is content with little.

Groucho's jokes are humorous in the pages of Dylan Dog.

And, of course, not always the Investigator of the force has to receive them, so, often, his reaction is, by his assistant, very unpleasant.

In defining the contours (and the appropriate differences) of humor and comedy, Pirandello, however, does not tell us what definition should be given, however, the irony.

The other day, not having, as is my habit, nothing better to do than argue about things that are of no use to anyone, I found myself even touch the subject of irony.

I thought the irony is the most depressing and there loser in life.

The irony here is stuff for losers, for people listless without any desire to do (or, really want to do misdirected), for those who seek the conviction of having lost a compass, for people who never says what he thinks out loud for fear of upsetting someone.

For people like me, in fact.

Yes, because the irony is merely the result of a failure.

In the beginning was, once again, the humor.

That is, there was the attempt to make someone laugh.

better if once, without much explanation.

But the public turned out not ready, and condemned our artist experimenter.

Furthermore, it is not say that a show is to end by force to the sound of applause and bells (in a positive way, in short, La Corrida television docet) is always close to the bogeyman of the whistles and tomato sauce in his face.

Here, then, that our artist can not do it: he wanted to laugh, but nobody understands.

Destino wants, however, that our artist is one who, after a fall, instead of staying at recrimirare because his leg hurts, gets up and starts again.

for a new adventure (as are all the losers).

The public does not understand?

Want more?

Then we try to give it to him, this one!

it their way, of course.

The humor is not at our level, as it is something too high, it takes too much culture to get there, and then, this implies that we must also turn to those few who know how to figure out, losing the opportunity to bring the others.

It is never our artist loser and loser do things only for a limited group of spectators.

He is committed (to failure) for all, wants to open his heart to anyone unconditionally.

And for that, it takes some cunning (of the unpretentious).

So, trying and try again, our artist gives a little grumpy, but not that much, let's say that comes out quite a temper, and here the irony is beautiful and packed.

For

use and consumption (especially the latter).

With irony, the artist loser who did not really want (or even no reason) to engage in the creation of something particularly research and study, and after failing the most direct proof of all (ie laugh here and now, in a comic), may have at its disposal a proven and effective method for instilling in the listener at least a smile, maybe a little 'cold, but sufficient to rejoice the heart, because he ( ie the artist) knows that he would not dare ask for more.

Then there are artists who are not satisfied even this, and want to add a little more evil.

So, from comedy (point of origin of everything), and passing through the irony, you arrive, failure after failure, to sarcasm, especially designed with the intention to sting the public is not readily available, because, once all the streets have failed, there is no other way that the atavistic aggression.

But ironically, the artist is still too good to get to this.

knows that, if no one laughs when he talks, it's because he did not speak loud enough.

And the next time around, there could be a new listener, closer, put there to feel better.

Then he goes ahead with his song, which comes directly in the head, and that there is also the night in the dark, when he finds himself alone in her room, and wants so that someone else to put on a stage made up of players who play for the sole purpose to make her laugh.

Nobody wears a clown costume, without being, first, a man.

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42: Sitting at a table, great lords

A tree-lined street.

Two hearts that we walk through.

Yellow leaves of life, lit by sunlight that hits the top.

knocks but no sound, because it's still too early.

Indeed, it is too late.

And also, now, light is made to show the road.

to leave the trunk and its branches twist slightly, on a regular basis, wherever they want, why, then, there will always be the sky, unmoving and eternal, above them.

Lord as the image people have of themselves right now.

In a journey of men among men, where everyone goes and looks and looks at the same time.

Search for a part of himself, in that immense field.

a game in which to believe, because he represented so much in the past. Part of the

which pour their own, innocent singing inside.

hoping that as far as possible.

that exceeds the boundaries of time and make gap where it is directed.

It does not take much to make you feel more full and ready in your present.

Just hit the arm of someone who is there, like you.

Someone who do not know.

Impacts arm, and pull straight.

without apology.

Thinking of you made a mistake, do not linger.

And this gives you already the mere thought of something in consciousness which, through your walk-finding in that neighborhood, you were beginning to have some doubts.

Then come the vast prairies, with their holy memory.

grasslands and benches to take a breath.

Confronted with serenity.

discovers that there is also a different way of looking at life.

Realizing that, if things go wrong, more than a word or a rash, sometimes used just ... go away!

get in the car and take a ride, as far as possible.

E, where the engines fail, count on the rescue of his legs.

Quelle, if necessary, they can run fast enough.

And there are houses which are part the world of mysteries.

homes you see on the outside, and are always the same, over time.

now like 10-15 years ago.

put there, in the same position, showing a side of himself, that does not change, as if he had never even changed the fate of those who lived there.

And it turns out that we come in, in one of those houses.

For the first time in life.

We enter, and really see how it is made.

That image is fixed in your memory, designed to draw in the days ahead.

But you never know if it's always been so, even when you saw only from the outside, without knowing how it was done indoors.

You do not know if inside was always the same, as you saw from the outside.

You do not know if it is changed, if you have had a thousand and one faces, never warn.

Why was not you who had to show them.

On the other hand, there are stairs that lead to black and white realms remote, that reunite gradually taking.

reunite, they paint in front of you, putting all the pieces in the right place, in a perfect game of joints, and a solid game with your mind, with your heart that wants to recover, close the gap.

Even if your mouth does not talk much. Why not occasions

always there.

And you stand there, listen to others, to understand.

And to be ready when others challenge you.

You have in hand a sweet, and then another, sugar on sugar, to taste, to give you a sense of beauty that is all white, all pleasure and deliciousness, dessert after dessert, memory after memory. And there also

see the phone you've always wanted, is on his coffee table, black and shiny, ready to accept the hand that was the first to raise the handset to answer, or fingers, firm and secure, that will run wheel to dial a number.

one at random, engraved in the memory, to name the first friend of the country.

And see the gramophone, and I think maybe it still works.

Why not try?

whole life ahead of you to hear that music.

Get the disc, put it on the one hand, he slid the needle, and you sit on a corner, just outside the open window, so that music can come out, can go over the mountains, as well as uphill roads around you, and get there too, where the mind is closed to understand.

holding a hand, for the last time, knowing that as soon as you turn, you've already given up part of your body and your soul in that place where you walk away now.

Go away, as fast as you can, and now it is evening.

There are no more yellow leaves affected by a sun that does not want to feel calm too.

Now there are only artificial lights, such as, high and round, you see the way back, now when you're very, very far from everything you've seen.

And you realize that nothing is lost.

What you did was necessary.

In fact, you wanted to do even more.

But then, you would not have had anyone in your return, which tell the story.