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There is a world in us, that we exclude the whole world.
E 'a land which has high walls, moats and drawbridges, and Judas spies are left out: One-sensitive eyes and true friends, they perceive their existence.
's a world without sun that dwells in us, gives us cold even when we burn in the heat of a laugh as he knocks and enters without waiting for a yes, that overwhelms and clears a strong body, soul and breaks the purest .
It 's our "Thorn in my heart."
It 's the pain that nobody knows, is the pain that mark, and the sadness that washes over us every moment a sudden, breathtaking or anything else that does not want to be darkness and silence.
Yet, breathe, sing, laugh, love, live.
Pain and life merge into us, we confuse showing multiple possible worlds, a moment is light, the other dark.
The thorn in my heart, is Gabriel, my grandson.
My life, light, joy, and Gabriel, my grandson.

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I & Mario

For me and Mario, 15 years up to the same country road, friends, school. (Poor and low-profit)
Then for me the city, yet the country for him.
Since then my life was never the same: new speech, friends, work, ambitions, prospects. For the time was
Mario paused: usual speech, friends, ambitions (zero),
perspectives (zero), lucky for him that the bar and the beer were on standby.
Year after year, as per the procedure of the Good South, the party of the country, I descended "down" at home, and how he wants the rule of the emigrant, also contaminated by the new life.
Accent North (sorry, Po), clothing trend, car and some Dane, then girlfriend, wife, daughters and a host of benefits from the status of "progress."
Year after year, Mario was always there: Central Bar, chair, legs crossed, to top the table with the usual Peroni, cigarette between his lips, beatific smile.
Well, I'm almost old, much of the life I spent in doing projects, and chasing targets in different cities, far from here. Mario
no! After 40 years the only real change in his routine, was the return of beer from Peroni bottle, Peroni is passed to the "plug"
In a nutshell: I have my projects (not all for charity! And how hard) HE ... has its central table in the bar, legs crossed, always fresh beer, cigarette, and smile Nobel Peace!
Sorry, but I'm at the point the question arises: But between the two, who the smart, and who is the fool? ....
..... My God, I have a terrible doubt!

You know what? I / We dedicate this song, which brings me back to the time of the "Bar Central"

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A blogger friend reflected that the friendship called "Virtual" is true friendship.
The anonymity and distance, the remote possibility of meeting, do not diminish the value.
E 'the ancient Agora, the place where the sides kept in the shadows, the intimate feelings, ideas and concepts unexpressed, because, though there is a "social obligation" to observe, can take shape and live.
But it is not proud of suppressed feelings, is more, know that this is the dark side is welcomed, it is certain that in addition to money, in this universe in which everything seems to function in of superficiality, it is still possible to encounter each other.
"Here no one is truly alone.
Sometimes it seems to perceive the virtual friendship, as a force capable of penetrating and then stop, those who are home and source of all feeling ... Heart and mind. And if
unpleasant encounters are still possible, this is a risk to take, at the bottom of every action or thought, has a risk.
These days I missed my friends are bloggers ... I you are, you missed!
I read from many posts, and share many moments, and I am going to do it with pleasure!