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live and die every day

Update site I sucked a lot of the little time I have, and then between
appointments, crap,
programs and movies and music coming ... In short, the blog is the last place the past
,
say that every once in a while 'ex-dividend does not hurt.
This period is strange, because I feel like the rubber band that draws me. The
fucking wheel turns, even if
(experience shows) do not know where. But it is on, and that is enough. So I feel like
"
when the air that goes around your lungs pluck," and I needed it. Therefore, it is
nice to see smiles, hear
crap, heard the news and people asking me, see and imagine
new horizons in the country,
back to watch the stars and the moon at night, is surrounded by the sea of \u200b\u200blights and
vessels.
In silence.
With a damn cold.
It is also a bit 'film to be in front of a tombstone with tears
away thousands and thousands of kilometers, with
just want to go for a walk in the streets in the country, and
a coffee, chat with a
cousin, who was not seen for ten years. Ask him how it goes. And where are
finished her hair.
's different now hear the ambulances go by.
It 's different now, read the newspaper and see how many people die, you kill in
car, a knife for slaughtering
of bullshit.
's different now, sitting in the kitchen talking with a friend who has returned from a few months
single, and
is lonely.
's different outlook on life, after a tunnel.
The eyes should be a bit 'reaccustom, it all seems a bit' strange, not
different.
But understand that is not life more than before.
change the past, the present course, but also the future.
Watching children takes on a melancholy tone, and strong hope.
Even if they are pain in the ass.
Although we all have pain in the ass. Hasta
the Huege, hermanos!
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Houston? Here things I am a bit 'strange ... The neighbor

Today there are 12 degrees. You can wander around with his jacket open, with no problems. It seems
March. The duvet seems a bit 'too, and in the morning (at 6)
the road is wet from the copious dew.
But there is a small little problem, I think, that could also
resolve, for heaven's sake, the fact is that no one notices. No one
speaks.
In the mountains there is snow. I'm sorry a lot for the operators, for
hoteliers, for all those who work there on the mountain tourism, but anyway ...
for us, deep-set here in the Veneto plain, well, who cares if they
! O Never mind at least is pronounced more or less all
unknowingly, because it seems that the mountain is distant, irrelevant, and
anyone (except the top brass in skiing) you seem to notice
(here again) that there 'is snow. But are
stracazzi straacidi.
because last year it was so cold pork, I remember that morning - 10 degrees
bike, and having to ride to go to work. There had been great
rainfall, but at least it was cold.
And I also remember that in mid-late June last year there was great apprehension
for cultivation in the Po valley, because the Po
was dry and no longer knew what to irrigate corn and rice. What
asked, in a loud voice? To open the infamous "Alpine catchments.
alpine basins in the summer but are in turn fed by the snow,
with hot melts.
Well, this year there will be no snow melts in summer, because there is no snow even
January 12.
What do we do?
Cross your fingers?

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Grass Is Greener

then puzzling as the North has in itself a profound sense of superiority
on the south (above) and on non-EU in general. Because if Gomorrah is
top of the charts for some weeks there is a reason: it's disgust. The revulsion that every good
Po (palesatosi or not the others)
proof in respect of what happens "down" (I know, is a generalization of idiots,
but try to ask my mayor ...).
But ...
And is it that in recent years it has happened before Novi Ligure, then
Cogne, then the Children of the Devil and the seizure of Tommy.
Everything in our beloved, well-off north. It would
really wonder why a friendly inhabitant of the village of Grass
is transformed from a garbage man killing machine. How does a "normal person
" to take a knife, cut the throats of his wife, son, mother-in-law, who passed
two neighbors and the dog and then burn the apartment? And during
investigations continue to live there?!? Hearing upon himself the steps
investigators ...
The monster may well be that it is outside of us, do not deny it. I can not
can deny the existence of the barbarians. But the barbarism comes from the heart,
the souls that were lost. And souls are lost every day,
before taking side streets, and voluntarily, consciously
(I think) go on the wrong road, thoughts and actions.
Take a map, that bastard in a world so easy to take a shortcut
fatal but is very, very likely, and I also speak for myself.
But in the end ...
Honestly ...
How many times have you thought of killing our neighbor?

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True souvenir

Travel experience is universally considered attractive. I must say, experience is sometimes expensive, so
elite, but repays the money in transforming personal experience, from which one can draw more or less
things. You can buy lots of dolls and porcelain.
you can do a lot of photographs. Buy posters or books. Madonnas plastic water-filled, sometimes small
figurines. Or 15 cups, and so on, until you get to tan easily, or adventures.
For me, the nice things about a trip they are indeed, but there are others that supplant.
For example, friendship. The passing hours and hours chatting with friends who think that
ask you, tell you, are interested and can be discovered. Sometimes it means talking a lot
of crap shoot, and then the memories will remain. But there are many more: for example I love to see and try to understand
lifestyle different from yours, I mean both in terms of home (how and what
kitchen "usually," how life is organized at home, habits) and below that of the city, then to
society. I mean, you live in Rome so radically different that here in the sympathetic and ignorant
north-east, where cultural performances are seen as an unnecessary nuisance, while in Rome are full. Or does moving
: Rome is just another meaning, another habit, another kind of vision. Still,
interpersonal relationships: where here in Treviso by train or bus attack button is impossible, in Rome
(or more generally to the south) it is impossible not to, because if you get a lady at the bus station which
you get to go there and there, she not only will tell you, but will ensure that the end of the journey you know
roughly the lives of each other.
Even at the level of society is different because of the way we see everything: family, work, home,
aspirations for the future.
It 's wonderful to discover how many things there are in the world. And in people's minds.
What is the use that?
I say, on a personal level, this will have an advantage ...
What is the advantage of knowing all this?
Meanwhile, in knowing there is an inherent advantage: knowing, for better or for worse, is and must be positive. Always.
I repeat, for better or for worse, because now I know what it means to live a death in the family grave. But this (aside
pain, for a moment let's put aside) allows me to understand many things. To be closer to many people close to me but maybe
that before I could not understand. It means being able to share, listen, understand each other.
How important is this?
has a price?
Alto, if rated by how much I had (and continue) to pay. But allow me to give and to receive more.
Another thing is the evaluation of what is around me and what I have. Knowing more things, more reality, more scales of values,
I can understand those of others, and try to tolerate them more. Broadening the experience of people, I can better judge
(though a very bad word) what other people decide whether or not to do, to say. And I can reassess
also what I have: a beautiful house (which until recently seemed horrible), with one neighbor who does not break even after all
as balls, with a garden, clean air and lots of greenery around .
I know how to blog is not that good. But I wanted to write, and now that I'm back at home (and the holidays are over),
I want to get back to work at the site, which is still to September. I had other commitments, but now resumes.
More or less.
forgot: thanks to all of you.