Sayings For 3rd Birthday

Quiet habit




"I am your greatest helper or heaviest burden.
I will push you onward or drag you down to failure
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I Completely am at your command. "

Sometimes I find myself contemplating the quiet abitudinarietà the passage of time.
The pleasure of filling the house with the smell of cooking, the smell of the company, the life ... the taste of words stories on dreary afternoons, from photo sharing and small local explorations. That
change a little the furniture to try something different, the rest to sit in the soft light to flow allowing himself a small book transgressions to the diet.
you dwell in the serenity of these small things and you feel at peace, serene.
Heat quiet of a design known. Perhaps difficult, hard-won, but gradually becomes known and friend.

Sometimes quiet leave this post a bit 'reflections. Travelling by car the way I see it everyday before dawn and go through the path of life, sometimes you have that feeling all the same, which is repeated in the same shapes and colors. Have we lost some 'sense of serenity and tranquility of peaceful living every day ... it's as if today we Need more of a sensational event of an emotional jolt, a bang to feel satisfied and alive.
Even I realize that suffer a bit 'of this "frenzy" of this feeling that tends to value things only if there have been striking events in the middle ... but sometimes I stop and say "these moments exist, there have been and will always be there but with their anniversary, is to enjoy the beauty and above all the little habits of every day, try something new every day that gives us joy and pleasure and may even accept a cup of coffee to ginseng instead of a normal

get caught up in frenzy and anxiety of being forced to "do something" and that is as striking as possible and try to bring a "turning point" at times and often leads only to stress the more you look for these moments are not ... we should all learn a bit 'more of the beauty of a hot tea and a good movie.

Good beginning of the week travelers

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Ichtyofauna de lo

The look is a ritual

occluded.

The castles have stuck to the battlements with other castles in the air, upside down.

Jazz and fencing in the atmosphere, thunder and lightning. Improv and lunge. How far is it, where it fell.

Good manners are destructive actions, holes in the vein of doing.

Memories are the rescheduling of the time, with interest to be usury.

And what do we do with the change? Beer! And the wine. And a little 'all that is fermented.

De liking the opiate.

Pass the salty language about the recesses. Softening of the breasts. Cravings marsupials.

Boil the milk, as a precaution. Distilled water, as a precaution. Cook the meat, as a precaution. Ignite is a wise choice.

listless rebellions exothermic. Try to imagine the chemistry without anthropomorphism.

bloody pursuit of pride and hunger.

The best hated. The hated with the cracks of the teeth, the most hated with pencils H, the most hated fucking with envy. The hated with the names of the muscles, the hated nomeclatura with the topology of the pain, the hated with barbed wire suture. The hated symbol of class with a pick, the elevation zero with the hated, hated the blood brown stomach. The hated with little women with febbriciattola patrician, who is hated by the microseismic activity of self-, the hated using sucrose mistaken for happiness. The hated affamante.

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The King's Speech





Lionel:
"Forget the rest and say it just me"

Last night I saw "The King's speech," a film that leaves its mark in its humor and sweetness ... I plan to look him in the original language as they say is even more compelling.
I take inspiration from this true story to talk about the way that leaves you and that me is represented in the sentence given ...

"Forget the rest and just tell me"
Each of us has a unique and inimitable voice, a voice inside that tells you, that tells you, in your joys and your sorrow, in good times and in ... those dark wounds and affecting coming in so deep that you could not speak. Sometimes the facts are metabolized into problems, not just speech but of all kinds.
Healing is to have someone listen to you, not an easy listening, active listening, empathetic, sensitive ...
I recall as "Momo" by Ende, this girl who had the extraordinary gift of listening with attention and all was fine with him because though she said nothing was more important than any "mentor".
has reached a level of sharing, are you finally able to open your heart, speak, act beyond yourself because you feel safe, feel the presence of the other and her shut up or put simple sentences that are neither of late, nor regret, nor sorrow false ...
and becomes a powerful tool ...
feel to be born in about ... and, pretending to "just say to yourself" I can tell myself and the world.
Those ties that become pairwise estimates than admiration .... friendship.

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A Human Being That Was Given to Fly






"He got up and went from there, ran for hundreds of miles came to the ocean, he smoked a cigarette on a tree He got the wind, the wave came crashing down on his knees like a punch on the jaw gave him the wings "

Given to Fly (Pearl Jam)

Today I came across this song, by browsing other in this picture ... that passed the screen. New worlds that will open when you need it most, new contacts that change shape, looking for continued growth ... that for knowledge to grow and that some people can not help it.
How beautiful is this picture a man who is freed from its passage, closed by a lock and runs, runs to the ocean where the wind and waves, where nature, the slaps in the face and, as you awaken, as reborn, start to fly ...
Some images that I come across still create a sense of emptiness in my stomach, I still feel that open drawers that are not ready to open. Other
lead me on the edge of the ocean and the salt and make me feel the wind, give me wings ... towards new goals, to new research worlds to be discovered ...
The Curious desire to fill and feed the curiosity

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the sweet pleasure of not existing

They say that if you're not on facebook you do not exist.
Yesterday I completely deleted my account ...
and is a sweet pleasure. The
not exist ... it reminds me of when I lived in Milan.
One thing I liked about the city and the metropolis in general it is this ability to pass undisturbed, unnoticed.
Walk the streets, intersections, and people do not know who they are and do not know who you are.
No sharing of data, no words at random.
To understand their feelings you just look at their faces, frowning face, or open with a sweet smile. The fast pace or calm and sedate. The dress torn, stretched his coat, scarf hanging down ... I went to the streets and I looked around and felt my life without feeling threatened, without getting bumped if I picked a gaze rested on me for knowledge.
was different, was to imagine the lives of others and leave them ... it was dream was to write, was to create ...
Then with the new sites we came to know everything about everyone reading sentences every minute left to imagine the lives behind ... but in a different, less romantic ... you know that our page viewer does not know the truth, it will make a film but a film conditioned, limited creativity and sterile, non-productive and constructive. The real reason ...
abandonment are too fragile and sensitive e. .. I want to live in my world.
Perhaps in doing so I do not understand where "they are going the other" but I do not know if it is not so true ...
They say that the positive attract positive and vice versa for the negative ... I'm sick of reading
grievances, complaints, superficiality, to see kind words exchanged between people who hate everything I know to the use of a "virtual" world
When I told the people closest I had done the "Facebook suicide" a lot to me have said "I was thinking about too" ... makes me smile. After adding ... "but I actually keep it controlled. Another smile.
E '... nice to know that no longer exists. Going to the car park of the company at lunch I was thinking ... I'm out ... and suddenly I felt safe back on the road that runs alongside the railway station Cadorna, at that late winter afternoon, between the traffic the streetlights and the haste, with earphones and the smell crisp winter air.
I felt in my pure anonymity ...