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Dolce Amaro



BITTER.
Today I killed a small bird. I could not do anything, crashed into my windshield.
I could give a damn, I forget now. No, it is not so, every time I do this, it gives me pain.
life, even that of a sparrow, is precious.
Life is a continuous effort, a constant struggle to escape death.
Perhaps that was his first flight. It was located on the edge of its nest and had watched the scene that opened in front of them. Perhaps the sparrows are excited in making the gesture that is etched in their DNA. The nature means that they know when it's time to fly, to dive into the void and then experience the thrill, the ancient dream of a brave man.
to get to that point had probably fought with all his strength to survive.
I wonder if, when a bird dives from the nest and begins to fly, feel, realize the wonderful thing he is doing. Perhaps it is proud of itself. Perhaps it is happy. But death is always lurking. Natural Selection, for which only the best should survive.
This time, natural selection is presented in the form of a car windshield. My. I'm sorry, because I would not have wanted to be part of the destiny of this little creature.
just hit the windshield I watched in the rearview mirror and saw the lifeless body down the street.
believe in fate? I really do not, but sometimes it's the only way to explain and accept the events that happen to us.
I thought that maybe the rules of nature can be applied to our feelings. Then it could be that the sparrow represents the love that sometimes in life you go to crash into the windshield of a car. is natural selection. When the feeling is too sleepy or too naive or bold .. usually does not survive. Then you have to accept this condition for perhaps thinking that fate exists, that things happen for a reason. And we must continue to live as does the mother of the sparrow that hit the windshield, the asphalt is laid out like a ball of feathers.

DOLCE.
I was on the computer when I suddenly appear before my Son.
Facial Expression delighted. Without saying anything is unbuttoning his pants and pulls down everything. I find myself naked in front of him without even being able to understand what he wants. I thought maybe he had some problems, some insect bite or some redness.
he looked at me with a sly smile from.
"Father .... Just look!"
Me: "What?" What is happening? You hurt? "
Son: "Look here. do not see anything? "I
, trying to figure out what the problem was I sharpened the view without seeing anything" Well? I do not see anything .. What's wrong? "
Son:" What! do not see here? do not see them? "
Me:" But what? I see nothing "
Son:" HAIR! you see, it hairy? look how many are .. and blacks are "
Me:" Damn it's true I did not realize I was sorry! Now, however, are that I do not think the case "
I watched him as he walked away proud of himself .. I assure you that I could not see anything, but sometimes telling a lie is not so bad if you can make your happy son.