Wednesday, July 1, 2009

Baby Walkers In The 1980's

"Hell has a time only, life begins again one day"


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.

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Early Onset Menopause

In the middle ... in one morning ...



... and then a new day. The sun comes early and I wake up the whole. And 'soon, too! Well! I go out, there is light ... everywhere ... the air is fresh, I cover. Slowly open your eyes and ears looking for sounds ... nothing. There is no sound ... silence all alone in the silence and light breeze and some acute vibration.

There is no one ... or rather, no one there! Why around, everything, everything I really need. In my solitude I start to go along well!

And How numb limbs broken by a long sleep, as the blood in the veins tablets inexorably takes too long to flow in winding loops, in a bittersweet transition between sleep and waking, between past and future, hopes and defeats, in half of the mixture of love and hate. Just like waking up in the darkness of the night and the glory of a sunny morning ... I take shape!

There! right there in the middle, greenhouses eyes, open wide the lungs and savor the air.

a sweet taste of New!

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

How To Comment On Mammogram Images

like some things ... sweet, soft and colorful


Statism ... stillness in time ... a quiet time ... once thought life was the search for a stillness, a calm, peace! And I tried, in things, in people, life ...
Then came ... when I least expected it ... when everything seemed clear, transparent ... when everything was in place or was about to go ... came along and changed my life, I have turned over like a sock! Like when you're small and the Befana fills your shoes, especially huge, chocolate and good things. You emptied it, but when you think everything is out ... no! It is not enough! Turn around, facing the shield to get us out until the last trick! Well he did it. It came addressed to me, showed me how beautiful life, what you can enjoy with all five senses ... absolutely ... and then ... then it went away ... leaving the full heart, a living reminder of life!

Sometimes we return to the heart and mind, I remember those moments, those feelings and senses ... angel ... as when tasting the sweetness of a soft cream colored ... like when the colors and flavors set in your mind and in your heart ... and ... and no longer go on ...

05/05/2008
"It will not be cooking gaetana doc, but always speaking of the Mediterranean! Buon Appetito
itching! "

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