There are things that are incisive, a bully, at least for me, and I do not have a force that I can please have the good fortune to be dominated.
The other night I was in Rome. This time the place and time have a value, a meaning.
The other night I had the privilege, the privilege of being tamed by the emotional force of a writer.
The other night I was with hundreds of other people at the Basilica of Maxentius, was there to hear the words of a guy, a guy who has made a choice has declined to a normal life, how everyone wants it and has deployed. "I'm not there!"
The other night I heard the words of Roberto Saviano, and I would describe only a few huge opening minutes of an evening that will not forget so easily.
Parto da Viterbo just after work, arriving in Rome, Coliseum, and I would add to the unending line, it's raining, but they are all there, dozens of young people. The row, the first is to take the ticket price. Soon after we aggregate to the second, and enter. The setting is breathtaking, and we are outside the ruined Basilica is beautiful and for me it's the first time. The stage is under the nave still standing, so many people sit and stand. As the light in a wonderful theater sets, with the same effect of the spotlight that slowly fade to give life to the stage, seems made, the rain was made by.
Waiting, waiting as each has its good taste, and you imagine what could happen. When now the light is off, comes together to head of an organization and culture, with pleasantries that comment, kick off the evening. Log
a woman, an actress, Anna Bonaiuto. He has his papers, the lectern is there and the big screen, everyone can see you. Read a part of ' introduction of the new book / collection of writings of Robert, Beauty and Hell. It 'good, a lot, and succeeds in a wonderful company, accents, tone, pauses, intensity Roberto writes beautiful words. And the emotion is inevitable, yes, talking about his situation because of its reasons, Roberto talks about us, about me, talk about your life, our things, fears and weaknesses. It speaks of hope. She goes out among the thunderous applause and Roberto takes his place. Onstage, he and his dazzling smile and embarrassed. The applause continues, and everyone is standing. From the big screen they see it all. The first floor on Roberto does not suggest, is very excited and her excitement is coming true because, make their way through the crowd and get direct as an arrow shot by Ulysses passes the twelve shields. His smile widened and her hands nervously and repeatedly and frantically began to rub on his head, his face, perhaps in an attempt to remedy, restrain, control a huge and sincere emotion.
Everything becomes one, applaud, smile and a tear to me eye check on the one hand, only one.
Thanks Roberto! Thank you for the hope that we all need.
There PS I recommend reading.
The other night I was in Rome. This time the place and time have a value, a meaning.
The other night I had the privilege, the privilege of being tamed by the emotional force of a writer.
The other night I was with hundreds of other people at the Basilica of Maxentius, was there to hear the words of a guy, a guy who has made a choice has declined to a normal life, how everyone wants it and has deployed. "I'm not there!"
The other night I heard the words of Roberto Saviano, and I would describe only a few huge opening minutes of an evening that will not forget so easily.
Parto da Viterbo just after work, arriving in Rome, Coliseum, and I would add to the unending line, it's raining, but they are all there, dozens of young people. The row, the first is to take the ticket price. Soon after we aggregate to the second, and enter. The setting is breathtaking, and we are outside the ruined Basilica is beautiful and for me it's the first time. The stage is under the nave still standing, so many people sit and stand. As the light in a wonderful theater sets, with the same effect of the spotlight that slowly fade to give life to the stage, seems made, the rain was made by.
Waiting, waiting as each has its good taste, and you imagine what could happen. When now the light is off, comes together to head of an organization and culture, with pleasantries that comment, kick off the evening. Log
a woman, an actress, Anna Bonaiuto. He has his papers, the lectern is there and the big screen, everyone can see you. Read a part of ' introduction of the new book / collection of writings of Robert, Beauty and Hell. It 'good, a lot, and succeeds in a wonderful company, accents, tone, pauses, intensity Roberto writes beautiful words. And the emotion is inevitable, yes, talking about his situation because of its reasons, Roberto talks about us, about me, talk about your life, our things, fears and weaknesses. It speaks of hope. She goes out among the thunderous applause and Roberto takes his place. Onstage, he and his dazzling smile and embarrassed. The applause continues, and everyone is standing. From the big screen they see it all. The first floor on Roberto does not suggest, is very excited and her excitement is coming true because, make their way through the crowd and get direct as an arrow shot by Ulysses passes the twelve shields. His smile widened and her hands nervously and repeatedly and frantically began to rub on his head, his face, perhaps in an attempt to remedy, restrain, control a huge and sincere emotion.
Everything becomes one, applaud, smile and a tear to me eye check on the one hand, only one.
Thanks Roberto! Thank you for the hope that we all need.
There PS I recommend reading.
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