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Ad undici mesi di distanza...

Oggi 30/12/2006, prima di iniziare ad affrontare una nuova vita, ho deciso di aprirmi un blog, non ho la più pallida idea di cosa sarà la mia vita, tremo come una foglia al vento, c'ho un mondo di cose da fare, ma non riesco ad uscire di casa, c'ho bisogno di scrivere, elaborare, understand.
Well, let's see what brings this new launch.
I'm going to buy a phone subscription ... I forgot I just moved to Brussels or Brussels (Bruxelles in French, Brussel in Dutch, German Brüssel, Brussels in English, English Bruselas, Bruxelas in Portuguese) ... cool eh? Today of course it rains.


Today 30/11/2007
For eleven months away from my first post ... exchange of new life. I get home. I'm home. Long list of things to do, same fears that bind me, the same need to write, draw, understand.
I changed the templates for the blog and put a new line. But I'm always I encountered my life ... eleven months ago, the attempt to realize a dream, a new plan of life ... now it seems not to have such.
So much has happened and yet I always have the same fears and the same fragility ', and to compulsively repeat the same mistakes often.
I look around scared as if I had twenty years experience behind us and nothing to lean on. Young women
spectacular (spectacular is that stupid men leave behind) come knocking on my door asking for advice, that the only thing that I've got to give it to my confusion. Old friends
essays celebrate my return as I did not see the failures in the eyes.
And a knight in love with colored gerbera leaves every morning in front of my window.
My depression I saw in my face, I recognize his sure-footed, who knows where to hit, love hit me from behind and plant fragrant flowers where I pay only tears.
oscillates as a pendulum and I try my direction.
good start ... of course it's sunny out today.

Apart from that dreams go if one makes them go
some others will have always defended you should have seen them finish

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Attenzione...

... I'm testing the new templates ... No panic ... yet:) Stay tuned


EDIT
So tired, half 'of the things I nn work and lost the other half' of the stuff ... will be 'na' long thing, for now ... goodnight

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week-end

I spend the weekend with her , last week I met her (cooking by god) and she (which has just Laureta). The blogosphere is beginning to have faces and smiles ... more beautiful than Image.

If you have any suggestions for a new template are welcome ... I'm meowing in the dark, or I've got too snobby tastes.

Have a good weekend ... the tartablu goes for a walk;)

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Volevo dire...

... I'm looking for a template that I like, a decent job and to survive without killing my mother. Nn she became aware that I am 36 years old, tells me to wash my hands and blow my nose ... exact words.
I wanted to make a new post with the new template, but I lose too much to write ....
I just finished reading the night pushing farther than Mario Calabresi (with Lula). I read it in four hours. It took me fifteen minutes to recover.
Mario Calabresi was born in 1970, is one year older than me. We crossed the same time, we are of the same generation ... that's only 70 years, those called Lead the years, I have studied in books, read the articles, they took a father to him and marked his life forever. But the most 'beautiful this book is the absence of hatred or resentment, a witness and very sobering.
And then a thought, the temptation remains strong in my country, Italy, the country I love, to forget, to pretend that nothing has happened, instead of seeking truth 'and justice, the only way to turn the page and reconcile. In South Africa avoided a civil war ...

Dear Mario, maybe you'll never know, but thank you.