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We live, now is certainly, in a strange society, full of inconsistencies and reversal of what are the values.

We live now immersed in a honey-like fluid that surrounds our spirit and knocked him out before the facts of consciousness, before moral reflux, before social obligations.

By now everything is permitted and lawful, and no reference should be considered if not our boundless desire to everything. We live in a

society that has made a commitment icon, when we are not committed to work, we are for personal interests, when we work commitments are committed to our right to relax, when we are not engaged in small daily duties we are to find the well-being of our body.

scream that we do, we have work to do, and rest when we scream that we are entitled to relaxation disturbs us that every thing should be discarded.

We only see our garden and do not want it to look lunge, to stop, observe, and reflect. We have no time, all too fast, eat, sleep, work, play and bathe.

Commitment is the word these days abusta.

I'm a busy man, I'm a busy woman.

Always busy, above, below, sideways.

And, paradoxically, is regarded with suspicion and condescension, who enjoys light-hearted and free from imaginary engagements: slacker character that is labeled.

Who has trouble with commitment is removed, pointing to him as an enemy as someone to avoid, because it is a virus that could affect our health. And our inner stillness. Comfortable and clean, we are at peace with ourselves and we do not want any kind of internal examinations.

We are too busy to follow common pathways and strabattutti, frayed, all they do not even have time to think about to consider an alternative.

An alternative for us and our time.

Seconds, minutes, hours, days, months spent chasing stereotypical clichés, and so we spend our lives for commitments that are not of our nature, in fact wasting this infinitesimal amount of time that is our life on this planet.

We committed to the end, until the last minute of our existence, and we will be equally confident that our end of the waste rock will weigh on us immovable. A vacuous waste of time to chase ghosts.

We were engaged and we are dead men.

There is never a doubt that there is something wrong with our world and our way of life, never doubt for a viable alternative for our heart that we miss?

We are so unwise in this modern society, we have lost the faculty of the doubt, uncertainty and we believe that our way is the only right one.

We are so similar to each other forming a molasses all conscience all the same gray uniform at all usual behavior that we believe the only possible worth noting.

Committed.

Committed and deaths in the soul.

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EYES ... THE WAY THE LAWN


The girl with the ponytail smiled.
was before the mirror and was on her makeup, she smiled to shape her face. Imagine a situation in which all would have smiled and smiled.
black eyeshadow under her eyes, cut so fine with that (what Westerners call "almond") made her look like a grown woman, which, in its sixteen years, she was sure to be. ..
was nine, and the school finally ended. He left the school, climate shift was a trauma, it was hot outside, so I find it particularly comfortable wearing the mini skirt ... with that little oversight sottosotto pepper that made it all ... exit the school and, while he poured $ 15 in the bus, returned to immerse himself in his thoughts. those for which the people consider it strange, for which, though it had just wear miniskirts and makeup, people considered it strange. thoughts that had sadly learned to keep for himself. "Who knows how it feels when you explode?" here's what he thought. stops chasing played hide and seek until the bus was empty. only she and an old man who was watching in a somewhat 'too morbid, but certainly this is not a history of violence, so better bring the old man at the next stop, and leave the girl alone. Wufu road down to the corner where the mountain Pub flashes in front of the barracks. From there the way home on foot, were a couple of minutes, but that thought did not come the way the current head. He turned the corner in time to see the shutters of shops computer shut down, a crazy old man sitting on the sidewalk eating peanuts, and she suddenly felt hungry.
Between doubts and hunger, the situation seems sufficiently compromised ... She looked up suddenly
crossed a couple of different pupils
cut lids containing that bulb were overseas
but what you saw in his eyes was a different world.
but she did not notice. the explosion was immediate. enough contact with eyes, indeed
happened before.

was so fast that it did not even notice what it feels: not found answer to your question.
(indeed, perhaps the answer is: you do not have time to think when it explodes ...)
no one noticed the lack of that young nymphet Taiwan: perhaps it was for what he exploded, his life had meaning too characteristic .


was late at night. precisely those which now hosts the morning forced the digestion of those who have made fun of his guts. powdered nose, lungs breathless, perhaps a hole in the arm: the concert was fantastic ... and as he himself had sung (now out of a sense of habit), even that night, "maybe I really like it"
so he thought he was walking the streets of downtown that Misty was not Turin, perhaps few would have recognized, Perhaps at that time nobody would have asked autographs. It was so foul-mouthed pebbles that were to give him the road, with their strange irregular angle. A bit 'on the right, a little' left ... We tried to go right, but it was not really easy, and "digesting" ...
thus turning the corner did not realize that now dawning, or handing out free donuts (it was an evening like others), he found only the boy, the one with the beard he stared, angrily, and he understood why ... also well was too late:
had not performed "Queen Bee"
but did not live to regret: the roar was noisy, but nobody paid attention, so that poor Christian exploded while I cover the disintegrated, the only thought that he was for that young boy and his song, the one that had not sung ... that boy with that look explosive ... but I really could not remember whether he had a beard or not ... but certainly do not remember ...
now also the mind had exploded.


now was delayed two hours, the bell would sound short, while the pedals chased each other under the pressure of his feet. flying school, direct from the house (which was not his own), the one with the sofa where you can lie down, there was already many times, but never before had noticed how that couch was comfortable . greets you, a game looks, that no matter how short, always too hard, and you are twisting, lying down, turning the sofa bed. everything had happened so fast, that while chasing the thread of the time delay, on his black bike, yet it tasted ... that look, so enigmatic, yet he was dissatisfied: you can not look into the eyes for so long without saying anything. Yet it was well known that she would not have said anything (and he knew it) and instead of filling the silence was limited to explore the snow-white body with those hardened fingertips, but she certainly could not tolerate ... Socially
the reason for her was all his, from those who do not want to hear the subject, so while he enjoyed his conscious part of those early hours so well spent that Friday, his unconscious part already decided to do away with that history. But these thoughts, you know, are easy to make, difficult to formalize, and just in the difference between these two positions, a black coat, on the corner, she met his gaze.
now you know what happens in these cases: when the murderess is lenient, allowing time for one last thought essential, and it was even in that foggy Friday morning.
"I DO NOT

TREME:
E 'SOLO


UN PO'

TO ME THAT


SE NE VA

..."
thought it was a long and slow, but finished well vertical while already think his soul ascended, and his body shone (in the sense that exploded), the part that he "had" was undoubtedly much. so no one noticed that dust, which they call the most attentive tatters, but certainly it is little more than a veneer of broken dreams on the sidewalk of Via Isonzo course.


The third day he rose again. in the sense that after two days of study finally managed to come back to see her friends. and so they told him that he was resurrected.
unpretentious and unmatched, but certainly with little modesty, took this compliment unintentional. these study days were exhausting, try to focus it had been impossible. there is no excuse, unless you are calm study, is an experience that transforms both before and after the study, no longer the same, sometimes it is hard to identify. And when we do not recognize, choices are made more ill, the ones that give you a good package of mixed emotions: there is anger, there is hatred, there is calm, indifference, curiosity, nostalgia, sympathy, and so on ... so he thought that his beard was too long, and certainly there would have been the passport of the problems of recognition. so, without thinking too much, took the electric razor, and cut off the bushy beard and emblematic. went home without even watch that masterpiece of aesthetics and usually took the train had become of the two "and thirty-two and happily spent his day by Risen. But it felt different, noticed it in feeling so light, in not recognizing the looks that classmates threw him. Come back missed the train, he did almost deliberately, as if he knew that he was enjoying his last hours.
coming home, he realized that now his old "I" she had nothing, even the keys in his pocket did not open his bike more, so he returned home on foot. now had become one of many, and a little 'dude, he decided, just into the house, go to the mirror to see if his hair was "saucy," the cause of many strange looks. It was a moment. It mirrors. It is not recognized. His eyes, they played a bad joke. Exploded as all his victims. Fell into his own trap. The catch of the unknown. And so, by dint of wanting to "be different" he too fell in that game explosion, saw the nymphomaniac Taiwanese singer of Turin, the student, cycling itself, but could not remember whether he had beard or not, but it was irrelevant, is not the sort of questions you are a young and explodes.

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time arrivals and departures

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arrivals, departures, meetings, appointments, and even riots.
Summer time travel starts and ends within ourselves.
We pass from a stomach ache and anxiety of the pre start to melancholy and back pain to return, to find themselves, finally, where we were, as we were in the same position as if we had not moved even an inch.
Summer, time of kilometers without thought, with smile and hope. Time to spend together with our thoughts. A time when there weigh more, as if by magic, meters, miles to go. In winter, on the contrary, as we become heavy also move a hundred yards, it seems that all you weight on him. Yet we are always, always the same as we were yesterday and we will be tomorrow, just about anything has changed. Around but not around. In fact is not around to make us do things that seem wonderful, this is not about is none other than our "domestic". Yes this is the magic of life, everything, everywhere, every sensation lives within ourselves.
We're just used to understand and feel this summer.
But we are able to do this every day of our lives, every hour of our journey, every minute of our breath, anything can be an immense and wonderful trip, if only we listen to our great ability to feel sensations.
arrivals and departures for each site, with a route that leads inexorably within ourselves, to learn what we can finally be happy with so little awareness of what we perceive to be unique.
Come, come, we run, but we are still us that we can not stop and look with our eyes full of wonderful colors, but with the heart, and hear the conclusion of our journey that there is always a new beginning, a new pain stomach for a new start, a new eagerness to start again on a long journey.
The continuous repetition of this force us to live as only we can do in both summer and winter, both in joy that in pain. We can do everything, everything there is prohibited, just our limited senses and our mind just trained to be what are the barriers of the heart.
The journey of moving even though we still leads to unimaginable scenarios, making the lives of our bright colors that go beyond our sight.
departing and arriving at the place where we want, within us, to seize that moment of ecstasy and joy that makes us understand that "we are".
This is the essence of happiness is based only on us, and therefore eternal, making sure that the summer never ends.

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MI ISISTE NE MORE?

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Mothers and fathers

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Fears

Increasingly in recent years after two thousand, and meeting are a direct witness of the dissolution of the much-vaunted unity of love among humans.

Increasingly, now, you meet people men and women coming out of nothing short of embarrassing situations and family situations bankruptcy.

But more often you hear words of despair and fear of women, mothers, taken from anxieties, fears that border on terror. The cries of these women and mothers are now above the threshold of the local perception, but rather a convulsive movement that involves a mass of people as an ocean wave. Like the sea in a storm this despair overwhelm everything and everyone, then going to break against the rocky ramparts hardest.

Henceforth in all areas of family there a couple breaks, there is a love that ends, there is a family dissolves, and almost always, indeed always, are situations that burst like soap bubbles now extended to the maximum.

The woman, the mother always burst into a cry of fear and dread for the future their children and the uncertain future that opens wide horizon.

The mother is always the star of this conflict, because there is no doubt that the carnal descent implies a physical connection that is difficult to dissolve even under the worst storms spiritual. At the same time, fathers are less carnal and tie this in to a certain point of view less than bearing the weight of the responsibility of family dissolution, but conversely they are affected in the longer distance.

In any case there is no doubt that to be weaker in this situation is the mother, the woman, often reviled, often overloaded with responsibilities ranging far beyond their legitimate possibility, and this weakness in the woman gets lost.

The most overused phrase is repeated and "stand for the children", "I can not do for their children."

And in this admission there is the contrast and the annihilation of thinking beings.

While the love of mother, which was mentioned before, he justifies this statement, the other the view of this discomfort leads to thoughts that have been dragging their years ending with the damage that we want to avoid: Do not suffer children.

A cat chasing its tail around in a vortex of cause and effect, very difficult to break.

As usual it is the animal that comes to the rescue, with its examples, and even the nature that gives us the lesson that we have lost over centuries of learning and civilization.

What does mother bear, mother cat, mother dolphin, tiger mother, when he has to look after a litter of puppies? Essentially who care for and preserve them from the dangers of the world, but without exaggeration, and above all giving the right lessons, not only the "cuddle" or ready food, but the lessons on "instruments" that are used to face this world.

Why is it true that you need to get food to little children, but it is also true (and the animals they are much more aware of us humans) that one day everyone will have to think for himself.

Here is that animals show us who are dedicated to the care of offspring, but also teach us that we must not hide the harshness of life. Hiding the problems, or making them simple will never a great favor to the younger generation.

Killing ourselves looking spasmodic life easier for the children, we only open the way for setbacks and failures, which in turn will suffer, for most of the parents when there are no more.

is why it is shortsighted to hide heads in the sand and pretend nothing happened.

For these reasons, a parent woman full of fear and depression (albeit justified) can never ensure active growth to their children, these children still suffer the negative influence of the events, even with efforts to conceal the reality .

To understand what it means to get wet, there's nothing better than walking in the rain without an umbrella.

Women who feel alone, mothers who think they do not do it, the ladies who see everything black and who feel eternally sun must change our way of thinking if we are serious about giving their children a minimum of love.

making efforts in the opposite direction, the direction of the bearing, the neglect of themselves, they will only harm to young people who will one day be parents themselves.

Apart from this simple consideration, one might add that force should be expected even from an awareness by fathers. Let's face it, men do also prove convenient hard and strong, just as men, facing failures and falls. It 'easy to be strong when she takes on the weight of the burden, if for no other educational and / or character.

Moreover phrase male applicant in this regard is: provides the maintenance.

's modern society, just write out a check to feel with a clear conscience. Moreover we do not do the same with the common sense of solidarity? We Italians are then the samples for the appeals for solidarity. Let's make an offer, a gift and our heart is at peace, we did our duty to the world. Similarly, in the vast majority of cases, checks and detach us from the heart in peace. Then the rest is it not true that we are engaged in urgent work and activities that make "our men"?

Convenient is not it? .... Like a security blanket

Well, if women want to own something of value, call it, beating his fists and even feet, their men to responsibility, is no battle more just like defending the duties of parenthood. Even before the separation and the end of a relationship, including being too submissive and it is not ever do justice to their children, as children of the rest, do not forget, are much more robust and resilient when it wants to believe.

And finally, a last remark, neglect themselves in the name of supposed duty, in the long run do not ever make a good result, from all points of view. Neglecting one's life can never lead to bailouts nor love, nor of social relations. Leaving aside their own desires and aspirations, albeit with the necessary poles that modern life imposes, killing ourselves, and therefore those who live close to us and declare that we love so superlative.

Basically from the state concepts and apply them in practice there is an unfathomable distance, an ocean, said: "I love my son" and live by it that it is true there is a difference.

We're all good with words, but only the activities leading to the result, not words.