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moved and cry, it's something I always belonged.
Sometimes I live with embarrassment, thinking about it almost as a limit than ever I can fix.
This world that we have built up around then, or not announced the tragedies that follow us right into the house, leaves us no escape: Participate in shocking facts in size and criticality, it is now usual (unfortunately).
.... The afternoon program was (!) Of the most quiet, almost banal, a bit of reading and the usual TV from my couch, channel surfing from a digital TV, takes me instead Giovanni Minoli, good and accurate reporter in the investigations interesting.
Today: 57 days in Palermo, who spent the assassination of Giovanni Falcone and Paolo Borsellino to that of men of their stocks.
I re-lived with a sense of anxiety these days terrible, the stories of the men killed and their families, who continue to live a pain that will never be ended.
emotion and anger alternated and confused so many times: No, I said to myself, that can not be Palermo, Beirut or Baghdad, or maybe it was .... Islamabad Palermo.
What then gave some sense of the drama, were the scenes of Palermo
the funeral, when the anger has literally exploded, police and carabinieri have barely been able to stop the crowd, who wanted at all costs to reach policy there to do justice, found to be inefficient, distracted, and perhaps complicit in the deaths of brave people.
I was impressed by the scene inside the cathedral, when the president, Scalfaro, and fled: Cops and Carabinieri Palermo tried to attack him, so many times you faced with other officials, escorting the President.
And then the tears of an entire city, humiliated by an inept and cowardly politicians, conniving with the plague that is the mafia.
'll never make it to Sicily to free themselves from bandits and people running in the soul? From Southern
are discouraged, it is sad, but I am forced to hope that the Leaguers are still in government, and ultimately realize their project: North and South really divided.
Maybe this is not the possibility of redemption.

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Fiction or Reality? My man

Man of November or March of man ???...
We are increasingly anchored in our fantasies that are no longer able to face reality? Or maybe we prefer to live in this virtual reality to not feel disappointed and disillusioned?
In a world where cynicism is fashionable and real relationships are fake and full of compromises and lies while virtual ones are pure and true, you can still think he could fall in love and that love will win on everything?
You can fall in love with a virtual person?

This raises a question whether the so-called "naive" by the homeless or Amelie from friends and generally is considered to be one that goes in the opposite direction than the other ... a little 'as the lead singer of Verve in a popular video.
The "physical contact" is still important but we are too full of taboos and not capable of having a true and equal comparison with the opposite sex. We prefer to settle for a quick contact, rather than playing hide and seek groped deep to get in touch with each other. Thus, the contact will be as nice as a sweet balsamic, finished its effect, just leave a bad taste in my mouth!
I prefer to refrain from this type of relationship and focus on a comparison of brains and souls, unmediated physicality. A simple exchange of ideas, to express thoughts and feelings and thoughts and listen feelings of others. I know, are just retro!
will also be my old age, but I want that click, that spark shots before everything in my brain. Is it possible?
I know I did. A virtual contact and mental health but as satisfying (and perhaps more) of a physical. You might ask why then there has been an evolution. Perhaps because there is no physical attraction, or because they are afraid to be disappointed, or because there is some sort of pact between the two requires that the lack of involvement.
real relationships, hearing the confessions of some friends, are often perceived as "moral duties". It makes sense for only one thing of duty, for the appearance, because it does not please another. Relationships devoid of love, respect and equal comparison from which one tries to escape virtually and, sometimes, really. You forget why you are together but continue to live in a relationship frayed and decrepit area destined to collapse. But why? It is better to be alone come to this?
Sure there are exceptions. Real relationships and true when our Cupid works hard and does not try to commit suicide. Blessed are you, really, because you are blessed with luck.
So if you're not part of this slice of "friends of Cupid", you think it is better to take refuge in a fiction, made up of virtuality, reflection, dreams, illusions of words but also (real credit) or face a reality, made up of lovers of sweets balsamic phobic of serious relationships, people who have no curiosity and biting?

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Portrait of a man who perhaps does not exist ...

I would be his company's friend, lover,
not necessarily be called his girlfriend
(why not just call the My first name?). Nn
ring on her finger I need, I already have one and that is enough for me. It is the faith of my grandmother.

I do not need definitions or labels to add value and form a relationship. I want a
person who can laugh at himself, and the life of me, I
is close in a moment of joy as a pain in the same
with full participation and transportation.

A companion to play a game you'd never end,
like a juggler who can skillfully to rotate all the tools you have in your hands.

A man who laughs with intelligence,
you wake up in the morning with the joy of a child of 3 years,
who has dreams and hopes, like me
even if they are impossible to achieve.

One who has the innocence and spontaneity in thought and action
but still knows how to make decisions as an adult. A man who
has strong values \u200b\u200band ideals as a rock and
for whom it is willing to fight until every ounce of his strength.

A man who speaks quietly to himself as any topic,
you confide in me, I gradually reveal its secrets and
able to find my day to day without a hurry.

A man who does not consider me an object of his property,
but is proud of me as if I were his daughter
and able to be happy for my success.