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Heart and Minds ..
Maybe if I had the power to delete them ..
Why can not I keep control .. Why do I affect the lives
..
because it forced me to make mistakes ..



not want them, but they are constantly in search of them.

And, as often happens, what you need is almost always out of reach ..

hey, I said "almost always" ...

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The man opens his eyes .. can not understand where he is. It 'a rude awakening. E 'numb, confused and unable to move. The wonder and anxiety attack him when he realizes to be surrounded by a tangle of bodies, poor souls looking for help, seeking answers. Arms and hands that diligently seek him, the desperate pull, grab him. Here's what it was that prevented any movement. The hands hold him tight and their grip becomes iron, and any attempt to escape, it seems that its meat is rend.

being in this situation?
At one point the man closes his eyes as his head bows forward .. E 'sick .. E 'saddened and disappointed ..
Its not a surrender, however, is not a resigned acceptance.
His fists are closed tight, his muscles tense, his jaw tightening the bite .. the man is getting ready.
The head is raised with a rapid movement. The eyes are open now. His look is deep, resolute, determined. Through those eyes could now see his spirit, you might understand that it is no longer a naive child.
The torso bends forward while the bodies, which have been attacked for who knows how long, are not willing to let go, do not want to let go of that body and spirit. They need it. He continues trying to push the limits of its possibilities. His eyes .. in his eyes we see his energy, his strength .. in them vi è uno spazio immenso. Guardate dentro quegli occhi e capirete che nessuno lo potrà più fermare. Le mani che lo trattengono piano piano iniziano a mollare la presa e, nel tentativo di recuperarla gesticolano in modo sconclusionato e disperato.
Ormai l'uomo è libero. Inizia a camminare.
All'inizio l'andatura è lenta, pesante, ma piano piano si alleggerisce. I suoi occhi si riempiono di lacrime per la pace che sta ritrovando.
Mentre cammina si rende conto che le sue mani ora non sono più serrate. Avvvolgono dolcemente altre mani piccole e delicate. Si volta a guardare. I due volti dei bambini che lo stanno accompagnando sono sereni e lui è più felice. Gli sorridono. Per la prima volta è spensierato dopo un tempo very long. He knows that they are not asking for anything, not asking for answers, not problems. I'm with him and are happy for that. Their little souls are deeply tied to his. They have a natural tendency to imitate him, to want to become like him.
The man and two children sit on a beach by the sea. The sea breeze, the warmth of the setting sun, the sea calm. It 'a moment of peace to which man needs. closes his eyes and smiles. He hears the cries of the children with their nice fresh voices .. The well-being along the body. He wants to stop time in this moment. Remain suspended. Contact
small hands it back to reality .. The two bright and beautiful faces are smiling there in front of him watch it .. take the hands and pull him to get him up.
"Come on Dad! You can not stop right now .."
No, the man did not stop. Needs only to look deep into his eyes to understand it. To understand that it will not stop anymore.

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For you who read me (the sequel to the post Bitter Sweet)




@ all of you,
life I think we can imagine how a body of water .. if you do not throw stones that create the waves, the body of water stops and remains motionless. Its surface is flattened. But life is not so .. Real life is that, a series of bittersweet moments .. real life is one in which the body of water is constantly choppy. If there are times we do not appreciate those bitter sweet ..
I say this because at some point in my life I found myself as a body of water completely flat ... Calm ..
The end of love with the woman that I adored, who had married and with whom I had two fantastic children was like throwing a rock in my pond ..
this thing, so terrible, so heart-rending (and only those who have had to deal with the end of a great love can understand) has caused some kind of magic .. the storm that has ravaged my body of water has awakened in me old passions .. waves, alternating between sweet and bitter moments, I vitality .. These feelings I have found place in a new location .. And 'round the desire to travel, write, read. They returned the dreams, hopes and came back even bigger love for their children and to my wife Jodi .. ops
ex-wife and 'round in me the will to live which I had forgotten .. now I feel alive, happy and in harmony with myself .. all thanks to a deep pain that woke me ..
Jodi, I know that I read .. I am a lucky man because I shared 20 wonderful years with you .. Obviously I can not thank us for what happened, but I just want to say that you made me live again ..

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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.