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Er Christmas in Rome

Er Christmas

Yes, they get p 'celebrations of Christmas ...

all I know happy, I know everyone happy ... I know all good men ... more

Instead I rode my butt er and become even more shit, it is possible.

at Christmas if you fill the house of parents, uncles, aunts, cousins, cousins, nephews, grandparents, uncles, pro-, pro-aunts, all of, all people who see only two reasons for example, holidays or funerals.

Tap Mettes the cards on the chest eg remembering names.

24 er I mean if it starts from morning Arzo just me, my mother's side the co rigmarole .... gone down, not even me sit eg at breakfast that the complaining party ... "Remember that Christmas Eve is er 24, er 24 then, FISH ..." look at me je even in his sleep and say "A ma 'I'm to have breakfast, I can magna' them biscuits or milk there I dunk the bass? "

short, at home there is n'armata de hungry, people who think that by na nun magna life aspetteno er cor Christmas poison, are from mid November to salads pe 'not spoil your appetite. So, now my house are no longer spending ar detail.

year last took 123 sqm and 83 sqm of mediterranean baltic sea de ... I can only tell you that I was Grandma eg flour and fry Findus Capitan er, 'I'm cojone was a step in the space of sea that had bought, he co' vessel of the fucking blue.

There are people who magna pe 'knows the worst tricks ... usually for dinner after a de par de slacceno course if the city ... my uncle last year pe care 'relatives has run presented in suit: it does not compress and bit' magna 'de more!

Well, dinner runs, if it ends de magna 'and it's time for presents ...

In all the families there is one that wills is the educated, well he did stink in second grade pe ... and then you hear me er aunt who gives gifts to the husband of her sister and says je ... "Here, have a nice CARDIGAN" I fear c'aveva uncle was a golden retriever in the Caucasus, opened with terror ... co je ago then a sigh: "Ah! Majone with a button ... I had taken na fear. "

Fiuuu! escaped danger! Still she is busy making gifts to grandchildren, and will make you ... "Keep a good book, that culture is important."

"ZI, will also be important, but it presents me 'The 3 Musketeers' that I've got 45 years, what the fuck you de culture that I do ..."

But the best thing, which goes against everything that is said on television, so 'the gifts of the grandmother. I know that Co-year sentimo of the euro has risen around: those who had five thousand pounds, mo in our minds, I know ... 5 € Yes, if you care about that shit er ...

My grandmother gave me 50 000 pounds before, if one waits mò 50 € ... But no! You if you have a co piece 20, a piece of 5 and 50, 20 and 10 cents ... you would be Daje na sediata.

My grandmother is the real answer to the problem of Italian €!

Then the people go home, but er worst is yet to be veni.

Er worse is 25!

the night I do not sleep ... so 'tense ... nervous ... Preparations for the 25

dall'Immacolata start. If the women meet and decide whether to bring ... Famo Famo that not ... Agendas co recipes, episodes recorded test of the cook ... if in the end it always ends in magna 'the same things.

you get up in the morning, come into the kitchen and see there were not even in experience 'on cold fusion. Just try to enter 'you are "THAT YOU ?"... . "No, that vojo, a glass of water" ... "NO, MO aspects ..."... eren so miss the Vietcong. Then always seems that something happened, I know all their faces desperate co ... You scared, we're ill and ask, "what happened ?"...

"Let's ..." "... how to leave you? Vojo sape '! Hey, I know things Famija, I've got the right Sapello de ... You look at his face destroyed co ... and you say "... the sauce has the lumps ..."...

ANNATEVENE MA ASS YOU A FAN AND LI LUMPS!

For 30 years, er er 25 which has the set menu ... and not only that. The worst thing that little 'happens is the double table: a large pei pei and one small.

gave me cock boy ar ... but now I just do smadonnà ...

last year found the table that if semo er smaller c'aveva 25 years ... People who are into vintage guera, CO 2 divorces people ..., but always relegated to the BOARD OF SMALL.

The only thing is that 2 years is also part we give them knives.

Then as if in the main hall, known that de er brother, uncle, er 24 c'aveva the suit, submitted today has run the co tunic that has cheated on a window cleaner at the traffic lights.

Below is strictly bare, sawing the pants! And which has the happy face. Do you understand that yes strategist, er Bonaparte cholesterol!

Er lunch is over, if you count the survivors, if it clears, if you wash the dishes and then ... then ... if that turns from white to green tovaja ... if it begins to play 'cards! And what if he plays? to seven and a half? NO! If he plays a BEAST! Er game infamy, all against all.

Er typical when a plate arrives co de de na forty euros.

Command cups. Te er thou hast three dry .... knock ... six of hand you feel like a lion ... you just knock her grandmother. You say .... "I only want good grandmother, raised me, I'm quiet ...", change 2 cards. T'entrano trumps other t'entra but not a load. A little 'fear of you do, but flaunts security. The

old should not see the slightest disturbance in you, I like dogs ... thou hast you feel fear.

Then share: cast er load money. I will you grandma magna de col 2 cups. You begin to sweat and cool you say "no, do not ave the little 'no, not me some' bad luck so ...." But he is doing? Cala Copponi er ... . Then co look fake sorry you said: "Your grandmother is er de Bello game ..."

Butti er 3 smadonnante happy and she throws er 5 to swords, which you c'avevi er 4. I mean you grandmother gave you manna in the beast ... 'Cci suaa!

me my father stopped me just in time, I was the je na lamata eg, from ...

me already then you make lousy gifts ripii them as well ... Then you say you put them to the hospice!

However, if game playing is now part of dinner and the rhetorical question: "some dinner?" And there people who still er which has the courage of de yes ..... Then that is Vord Division dinner-dinner-dinner ... I know last year I'm sure Uncle trial was put on seat 24 and has run raised er ... er 2

But in the end it is time de salut ... and the usual rigamarole, "If we see too little. Tap organized 'more often ... "See if that makes you grandfather du accounts and says ... 'Aho' er that counting Christmas

streets' na once a year, the next time they should ...."

And that's part of a resounding "ANNATEVENE UN PO 'FFA .... EVERYONE! "

How nice family Christmas ... er

Well, joking aside .... a late Merry Christmas to all! This year will be the renewed faith than in previous years, will air, but Christmas I've lived so well, do it all again the day yesterday, and because even the 24! And even if there are three days at my house in and out of people (tomorrow verrannno aunts that are not seen in years !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! still in shock!), this Christmas was really nice to spend, especially since I can say I have spent with my "family" (in the widest sense of the word !.... just needed a little person that you know I love you now and stuffing for us all! TVB!). Another mega
Merry Christmas dear travelers! Marisa

PS next year, please give the show because I waited a year to stay sottto your home and you stood me up! Eeehhh .... there are more non-know-who for a time ...

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I miss my brother! Thanksgiving Italian Love

Warning: users are advised that Mr bbk post is high, therefore, not recommended reading to an audience too intellectual.

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How do you read the title of the post: I miss my brother. All those who do not know me, or have stumbled here by accident, they will say: "What's strange or bbk?". All those, however, I know you will stand instead of asking: "Who fuck is his brother ???". Now, I must give you act: I actually do not have a brother. The point is this: how can you miss something that I did not?? You could now start an endless, as unnecessary and complex analysis of the psychological triggers that sense of abandonment (that is to say, actually, I write better than any star of a book Moccia!), But the point is that we would be off topic. I try to explain better: do you remember when you miss someone you know: I do not know, brother, sister, friend, father or mother who are traveling who knows ... where no clear concept ?!?... here, precisely I lack a real person ... but in my case is not real! It seems to me that everything runs in an absolutely clear, is not it?!? Say no?!? Seeking to deepen This morning, I do not know why, I woke up feeling the lack of someone who does not exist, that I have not felt a sense of misconduct due to the fact that he never had a brother (like, oh how it would nice if I had a brother, we would have done this, and this other one!), I simply felt the absence of my brother (to want to say all was my twin!) as if there had been until a few days ago and now there was more, I do not know where to party. I know this is meaningless, it is for me to imagine you, though, as I said in the first post, this blog is to collect experiences and impressions that I can serve to know me better, somehow I think it is important a strange feeling today. Even so, my dear readers, I have not the desire for a new sister: when I was small, at approximately the 3 / 4 years, I went around saying that you have a twin and success in the way so convinced that people believed me! Add to this that my favorite movie has always been "The cowboy with the bridal veil" and therefore outlines a psychological profile rather interesting! I'm not going to psychoanalyze here now: first of all because I can not do it, then why are mortally engaged in studying. All in all I just wanted to record this impression: the absence of my brother, someone to be me in many respects and it is not in many others, someone whose presence is enough to give me strength, a strength different from what anyone else you can give, based not only on the blood, such a cartel deep and resonant to be perfect. Tranquilli, I do not need more support lately: the support of Vale is perfect, my friends are exactly where I want them to know where that is not the rant of a little chick who feels abandoned, I repeat that I'm fine ( although stressed trooooooooppoooo !!!), Simply, do not know why, this morning I woke up thinking someone (that does not exist) and that I miss!

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Yesterday I have finally taken a whim that I turned in my mind for a week. It all starts on Sunday: The day is cold and cloudy (do not say dull, because "gloomy" evokes sadness, and sadness in my case is not at all in these days J). I said, however, last Sunday: The day is cold and cloudy and I went to lunch at Vale. Rarely see us for Sunday lunch and I honestly do not know why, indeed, after the experience I must say that I regret a little 'because the family atmosphere that reigns on Sunday is a real solace for the soul. Lunch runs off fast, the next afternoon and we retreat sleepy on the couch, huddled to see (I'm ashamed somewhat but I assume my responsibility!) "Friends" by Mario de Filippi (found under Mario de Filippi on Wiki!). About five o'clock comes to me when they returned, expecting an afternoon of study, so I climb into the car and my soul with peace routes home.

It was while returning, with overcast skies and nightfall advancing along the road and the strong smell of pungent smoke of burning wet wood in a fireplace foreigner, I wanted to spend an afternoon like that drew to a close, with all my friends, this kind of alternative family that now accompanies me for years. So, I invaded the idea that maybe it was just what the spirit of Thanksgiving: the cold comes, the days short and cloudy all the same when you see the sunset, but only a slow decline of brightness, and the spirit festival that is breathed in being together. M'è glimpse into the mind, then, the insane idea to celebrate Thanksgiving: people celebrating Halloween, why should not I celebrate Thanksgiving! Yesterday, therefore, I went in desperate search of a turkey. No way, it seems that the whole turkey is not born, but already emerged from the egg dissected and cleaned, upon request only if they can have a whole, but CHEAP days in advance. Do you think this has discouraged me? Yes

However, all too eager to exploit the cold coming down from the north to clothe and to enjoy the misty dusk month of November, well I thought of making do with a chicken at the bottom for last night we were provided in only seven at the table, while my recipe turkey was for twelve (for which, however, would be advanced!), also the time running out and the turkey was not there!

dusk, to tell the truth, I took the path of the supermarket, so I have to say essermelo not been able to enjoy the company of friends (who m'avrebbero hiatus anyway except Inesa faithful!), but the mere fact of getting ready so early for the upcoming event has raised me (you know that usually on Saturdays in the group are organized as best for the seven and a half eight!). Load of good will to the six I was in Mario's house to take the necessary chestnut stuffing. I come home to Vale (Ines and now!) And the two began the frantic preparation. Before we deal with the cake, then I delegate to them and start preparing the filling. Lola also comes in the juncture and Mario (with his usual late unspecified). The atmosphere of the kitchen is one that I love so much. For years now we make our evenings cooking and there never was one to which I have repented. I've always loved the concoction in the kitchen (I will have it taken by his grandfather cook? Mah!) And as a child I followed mom and grandmother to learn the art, not to mention that cooking has a therapeutic effect on me when I am nervous (like last time!) cook and relax. So, all together, including the gossip of housewives (and I nda Mario!) And with a sense of curiosity we rode waiting for Gigi, which has now opened a totoscommesse, evening wraps us in its embrace the cold and darkness there is to laugh with the complicity of so many years together (every Saturday blessed that God sends us on land, Ines true?!?) have given us.

Gigi finally comes together at dinner time and I obviously late, put the chicken in the oven by pulling out the cake. It begins with the first expected to kill the story of Gigi, which is placed in our midst "lions" for a detailed report on the "afternoon with" and then playing the twister Lola! Catches me a bit 'lack of pondina, especially because his supervision in the evenings gives a touch of kitchen safety and rigor that we need not to lose unnecessarily.

spent ten chicken (thank goodness I did not have turkey or else we would not eat) seems to have come to cooking, hungry, pleasure-loving and carefree surround the table to celebrate our Thanksgiving Italian, while in the background That is put in the DVD "The bad habit."

continue jokes and laughter, my digs in Gigi (not really the ones I just never stopped since has crossed the threshold to induce him to confess!), change "the vice 'Hairspray with anyone who does not look that no one will continue to watch, as the conversation continues as our hungry mouths (not your Ines course)

Each of us while we eat, and I thank I hope in his heart for something: I thank you for the one who sits to my left, because it can always raise all of my darkest moments, and for those who sit the rest of the table, because now I can not feel at home with them (even if it lacks Pond!). Outside, meanwhile, set the cold, and warms us in the warmth of our smiles ...

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I just saw the schedule to the side of my journal and I became strangely aware that I update the journal more or less once a week. For this and for no other reason I decided to post some comments. Lie. It is not true that they were days I wanted to post and I would have to say a lot of things. However, since I could think only beautiful and heartfelt thoughts on time and sull'autunno and sense of inner spleen, I refrained from posting because I noticed that, unfortunately, this blog only talks about TIME AND SONGS! Anyone who knows me, however, knows that there are least two topics of conversation that I never touch, so I would not like that idea proves to me somewhat misleading (which will happen anyway because, as was widely noted by me, you can not get the idea someone from what he writes). Well, then, I said that I wanted to post for a while and just last night I was coming up a number of considerations that I mentally noted the report. You know, I always took forever to be something, but seeing the calendar side, as I said lines ago, I urged him to post because I noticed that I do now with a maturity weekly. So it was just a lie, but never mind.
Love. Here's what I want to talk. I realized that I owe gratitude to my family, this sort of leonine herd in which women have always commanded a matriarchal and where I grew up surrounded by the love of five mothers and two fathers (say, a single father to tell the truth but I felt good !!!). My family is what allows me to love. Compartment where they say resulted from these considerations, it could be as great as not to be, suffice it to say, though, that I found myself very lucky all along. I hate to admit it, because I could be accused of immaturity and superficiality, but only yesterday I realized how much, beyond what we already saw, my parents and all the "rest" of my family have been able to give me. Thanks to them, I knew how to love someone, but not only that. Making me feel loved and protected, allowed me to explore love in all its forms. They continuously supplying the source of my love, drawing on what I putto the twenty-first century, I went around handing out. Brakes mind the malpensante who assume the right to judge me "proud." I have yet to explain. Each of us knows that in life there are two ways of behavior: philanthropy (in the true sense of love for mankind) and misanthropy. Since I was recently accused of being "too" category, I'll admit that in the middle of it all is an infinite variety of shades, to the point, I would say that the real misanthropy and philanthropy do not exist as such in a human being . Do not love each other unconditionally as ever you can not just hate. After the part of the phrases and general considerations (only Alberoni says most obvious things of mine, but I do not know why he can not even sell them (in brackets in brackets: if the can really sell Moccia sell everyone)!) I can go to the explanations. In life I have always believed that you have voluntarily chosen my philanthropy (I'm not claiming to be holy so do not take it as: "Hi, I'm good, good, and giving lots of love!") And I'm always busy trying to be useful to others, but not for recognition, just to grief me it always was easy, in fact, take on the problems of others and try to do something, and then I have always done in a very immediate and very irresponsible, simply following the heart. I have always believed, I said, this was my prerogative, a quality that would go just to reach maximum fruit in order to do something good, but I never realized that all the love I could give away more than his friend that for my girl, with that small gesture of help to a complete stranger to great gesture of consolation to the stranger always done (there will be a reason why I had renamed the psychologist in my study trips!) all that love, I said, it was just from my family. I never fully understood the phrase "if you receive love, from love," and I did not happen, now maybe I grant you, just because of my pride! I admit, I sin of pride, but not in recognition of the qualities I have, because let's face it, we all know ourselves and we know what we have to offer, so it is useless to hide behind false respectability and equally false humility. Humility, if anything you see in the pompous, do not go around gloating for what it is, but simply by not asking in terms of prominence and make comparisons with themselves ... others say if I am humble! ! (Please be good!). Returning to the topic, I have expressed pride in thinking that was my acting, my prerogative, without really understanding where it came from, without realizing that I was not that a channel flow that left a love whose primary source, each well the sees where he wants, is not the mystery that is God for me
When I realized this, I realized how much I really should be to recognize my parents, who taught me to love, and if they are where they are, if I did things that I had to study out with friends to the little tips that I hope I have been able to donate, I owe one and only them.
potergli Now I hope to express my thanks in some way!

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But that curious phenomenon ...

Since childhood, I always had a strange reaction to the music too slow and melodious: burst into tears. In fact, it happened only by children. I remember my cousins well enough to sing John Brown (do not know if there is clear what is the song, the text is more or less: "John Brown's grave rests in there ... etc. ... Glory Glory Hallelujah, Glory Glory Alleluuuja ... etc ... But the soul is still alive!) I burst into tears. They did it for fun, being older than me, I do not think I enjoyed very much. In general, however, even small, melodious songs too aroused in me this effect. Growing up, then, is no longer happened .... until two days ago!
I downloaded the song from Judith Owen on "I Promise You." I listened and while I felt something was loose. I searched the internet and text in the union Tresto music was deadly! At first listen Mount sum began to grumble to myself. Not content, like a good masochist, held at a later hearing. I burst into tears almost instantly on the chorus. I do not know why, but the first listen I thought of my love, afraid to lose it, pain related to the loss of loved ones, not that then the song is so sad, indeed, is almost positivist, but depends on the reading made of it, because the text is highly ambiguous.
I do not know, I think it is a song on the combination of Love-Pain in the fullest sense of the word. Love true, in fact, is experienced and go through the pain. I do not say you love only when we suffer, we suffer more simply for the love and the more you can love in other contexts. To be clear: the loss of someone you love, may temper the pain and make us appreciate, assoporare a more complete and understandable, the love you feel for someone else, whether a family member or person of the heart. The love that has experienced the pain is more mature and aware, that's why all the love that you miss your first love, the one who has not experienced the pain and still be genuine and innocent.
love consciously, unfortunately, although it is certainly more satisfying, is undoubtedly the most exciting and risky love naive and spontaneous arising of suffering from unconsciousness. Everything has its price. Good or bad that we can not help but grow, suffer and love in a new and different every day.
To return to the topic, the song that attracted me quest'inaspettatto effect two days (or maybe it was three) ago. Who is beside me, knows how anxious I was in these days, because GRGPIPI '. The undersigned has taken in the same way: "Evidently" I said to myself "I need to cry to release all that tension" ... BUT DE CHEEEEEEEE!
morning, still floating on my cloud happy to have passed the exam, I started to tidy up my room-slash-caveronoso primordial den-store-slash-slash-clothing storage illegal gypsy camp. To me company I put in the background music. Judith nicely when he started singing, I, as nicely, I started to cry like a moron. Like an idiot because I started to laugh too, because I was not sad but I cried, I was not happy, but I cried, it was as if a series of horrible thoughts I was being more returns together in the same mind and a kind of venting storm inside that I did not know you had. In short, the song has given me this kind of emotional hurricane (I could not define it otherwise ), compressed sadness and depression that were somewhere inside me, and expelled through the tears ... a very interesting phenomenon, which made me reflect on how it works in a truly inexplicable human psyche. ..! At the end of the song, in fact, I went absolutely quiet, normal and indeed, as I was happy this morning! I'm not going to listen to the song anyway and see if risuccede because I'm fine like this: In this mode, a quiet, relaxed and, above all, SERENA!
Well, I decided to post something completely different, which confirms my theory that the human mind is just as complex (and is also my somewhat unconventional minds of ordinary people, but the names do not call POND, says my mind is messy, but it is not so ... just following an order of its own. It is an understatement: I think the second alternative schemes, but there is an order in my thoughts! ). Well, gentlemen: Good day to you all!

PS Lola, daring only to download the song or read the text that I have not reported specifically for you and I swear I'll give you the rest if he raises the same effect that you did to me! Tvb pearl!

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pale autumn sun

I'm hungry. I'm on my beloved terrace waiting for Natasha and Lola reach me (pretending to study ...!) in order to start the "stuffed" daily lunch that we use to define, but it must end with a inmancabilmente of coffee machines (I'm universatario, which the bran is synonymous with penniless), otherwise a heavy head and the sleep progresses. Since
, announced and so, perhaps now I can say that Autumn has arrived. Today the Roman sky is veiled, but not dull, pale autumn sun salutes from behind his prison of water and steam, leaving us (meaning = not adequately covered because people do not watch the weather forecast in the morning and now, all 'one, feel cold) hoping for a firmer appearance.
I never thought to say it, but probably, if I own a season fosssi autumn love every season for its carratteristiche (except spring, I hate spring!) And my favorite of all the Winter, with cold wind I whip my face and my cheeks were congested, but ... Autumn Twilight, a bit melancholic thoughtful ... not too hot, not cold yet ... but the days get shorter the nights are equal, we are not still in the dark of winter is the master ... the Fall with his composure recalls the sense peace and tranquility you yearn for. Maybe because I feel this period of my life as a period of change and change their meeting in the fall, I identify it: alternating pale veiled smiles a day where raging in me, the storm. There are days and nights that follow the same, outlining a transitional phase and random, which sfocierà into something different. If the year had been frozen in an eternal autumn, I think that everyone would live his fears amplified, fortunately the autumn, as everything has an end and under each of us can start a new phase when winter knocks on our door ...

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The Samhain Samhain

As I promised yesterday, here's a summary of my knowledge on Samhain (meaning SAUIN). I hope not to report false or contradicted by other knowledge that I have. Before you begin, I warn the reader that is going to spend time with this post, that would do better to scroll down to check the length of it. As can easily see, my dear reader, we're not talking about two lines thrown in, so think carefully before you start reading. Think about it well maybe also because, legally, of Samhain to you do you care what China cares to the Kyoto Protocol! If you think you can pimp this rule, however, well good read, in the hope that you will come out enriched concepts in life, I speak from experience, do not ever talk to anyone!

start. Preliminary fundamental basis for understanding what I say, about the overall vision of the world, the gods and the space-time dimension that had the Celts. For the Celts there is a guiding concept in the primary vision of the world: the universal polarity. All phenomena arise from the interaction cross between the opposite poles of any kind are these poles. Let me explain. The primary key of the Celtic vision of reality is based on the dualism of sacred-Tribe Earth. It would take too long to describe now what is the intrinsic meaning of these terms, so I invite the reader to accept them as the assumptions on which it will build the following discussion. Tribes are also associated to the concept of God, and Summer Day. Earth is associated instead the concept of the Goddess ( the Mother Goddess that generates all things, but also the Goddess depriving the Tribe at his pleasure of what it needs, always at the end of a cosmic cycle, and then always with the aim of giving, then again what has taken off.) Winter and Night. Even while also having the dualism: This World, Otherworld (kingdom of the dead and the lesser deities). Neven HENAFF scholar defines this opposition Sam-Giam, from the ancient Celtic samos and giamos , or "summer" and "winter." It is the existence and interaction of these two principles that give rise to the change and therefore the existence of individual entities individual. The space is subject to that law prevails and the dualistic division between south (which is the Night, is the realm of the Goddess, and is just south of the World Tree that there is a physical plane of existence dell'Altromondo) and North (on the kingdom of God and the Tribe). Of course, as also the time space is divided into two halves: giamos , from November 1 to May 1, half the night and winter, and samos , from May 1 to November 1, half , and Day of Summer. Each of the two halves in turn is further divided into two, repeating the duality Day-Night, so that by partitioning the spring quarters and two new seasons: Feb. 1, in the mid giamos begins Spring , or half "light" oriented samos , August 1 and in parallel, in the mid samos , begins the Fall, the harvest season and the dark half oriented giamos , even within the samos . Each of the four seasons is inaugurated by a holiday: Samhain, Imbolc, Beltaine and Lughnasadh. The first is the most important and most powerful of the four, for the Celts as the year begins with the period of darkness, is to precede the giamos samos as the unconscious precedes the conscious, pregnancy before birth, we could say that the day was seen as the "fruit" of the night and started at sunset (as the light "emerged" from the dark), the summer was also the result of pregnancy winter. It is obvious to derive from the rural dimension of life of the Celtic tribes who lived on farming and agriculture. The second most important festival is Beltane, and followed in third place, tied, Imbolc and Lughnasadh.

So, " the essence of time and change" (ref., Alexei Kondratiev: Time of the Celts). Analyzing the couple God-Goddess, the God is "active will apply itself through the dimension of time, while the Goddess is the one who provides the persistence and continuity experience [...] All beings exist in the contact point of these two principles. " The change occurs through the choice of the Goddess who chooses, from time to time, an element that can alter the active principle-God and does the balance tip the balance toward the giamos or samos . Specifically, exemplifying the speech, the God (understood as time) is shown in two different deities: Cernunnos and Maponos. I will not dwell on the meanings, as a new postulate assumetelo!

We come finally to Samhain. As already mentioned, it opens the return Darkness, as any growth takes place in darkness. With the new beginning, ending the agreement between the Tribe and the Earth (ie it ceases to bestow his gifts who feed the Tribe) and only resume all'Imbolc place this interaction. Until recently it was still rooted in the folk tradition that prevented it from collecting any fruit of the woods after Samhain, because from now on under the influence of the "devil", or to bring in Celtic terms, because now belonging to Fomorians, deities associated subsoil the chaos but also to fertility, cha after the start of the dark period are no longer obliged to give their support to the Tribe. Much of the celebration of Samhain is also aimed at restarting the sacred fire and all the domestic hearth. First things first. We can identify five themes, all equally important in the Celtic celebration of Samhain:

1: The renovation, carried out in the ritual bonfire

2: The hospitality to the dead

3: dissolution, which occurs through disguises and jokes

4: The suspension of time, in fact, the Samhain is not a day that does not belong to any of the two temporal dimensions (as well as spatial) of the new or the old year, the giamos or samos , stands outside of time (and space, in fact, the veil that separates dall'Altromondo thins and that is why the dead can come back to Earth).

5: The Sacrifice: The crop is to be paid, so it pays tribute to the spirits of the Earth.

The ritual of the fire was definitely the crux of the religious celebration: the Samhain Eve (remember that the day begins at sunset on Oct. 31!), then the day October 31, all outbreaks were allowed off. Then he lit a bonfire in the holy city of Tlachtga, this is because the city symbolizes the kingdom of Munster, which in turn represents all the characteristics associated with the management of the South (which I explained otherwise out a book ) and we know the realm of the Goddess (accepted simplification, I do not want people who really know that is not the case). Therefore, the sacred fire, lit in this place, is seen as the gift of the Goddess to the Tribe.

As mentioned above, the dead are an integral part of religious ritual. This is because on this day the separation between the earthly world and Otherworld is not satisfied, then the spirits of deceased loved ones are free to go beyond the veil and return to find their relatives. I live had a duty to show respect and hospitality to the ancestors. For this reason, windows and doors were not locked, as an invitation to these spirits. The popular image is that of the crowd wandering from house to house in order also to visit relatives, who must hold a banquet leaving food rations specially for the dead. Anyone who expressed greed and eat the food of the deceased, would have been banned from eating it even after his death. He was, however, in such conduct, even a much more earthly reason. Were in fact organized cennad y meirw or messages for the dead, in which the messengers of the dead (y cenhadon meirw ) went door to door, singing the nursery rhyme fit, demanding the so-called soul cakes, or desserts specially prepared for the dead that they would eat as embodied representatives of the dead relatives of the donor. The implication was that land in practice, were chosen as the poorest and most messengers ated, so that the ritual became a way to sustain even the weakest of the Tribe.

The third point is closely related to the second visit of the dead. It was thought that to best honor the dead, you should show them how life go by and introduce them to new generations. This is why we created games and disguises, in order to cheer the dead. But the dissolution can also be seen as a reversal of social norms, because it is With the dissolution that may identify the new identity, that of the unconscious and meditation giamos feature that is about to begin (the giamos is no action, or rather the action of the preparation samos), this identity is dell'Altromondo more open to the gifts and thus able to magically influence the environment. The dissolution, however, is also linked to the suspension of time, just means that the point of transition between the old and new, there is the possibility of opening your mind divination as it can broaden their horizons and feel the timeline in its entirety.

Finally, the Sacrifice, the theme of today's most forgotten of Samhain (in which the modern Halloween has relegated only the symbol of Dissolution (and perhaps marginalemte Suspension Thunder). Even today, some Irish rural communities are running the annual killing of pets. Traditionally what happens to the November 11, for St. Martin's Day (but remember that this period coincided with Samhain in the old Julian calendar!). For the Celts animals were the primary source of income, with Samhain, they abandoned their pastures and were preparing to spend the winter inside the stables and corrals. The anomalous that it was believed they would not have passed the winter were killed in order not to starve the others too, so the event had a utilitarian nature as well as religious. From this point of view, we returned to the land that had provided the vital energy, through the blood of animals killed, which was paid to Fomorians for their cooperation during the harvest and act as a propitiation for the following year. Of course, in ancient times, was the blood to be offered in human sacrifice, even sacrifice perpetrated by drawing lots, but stoically accepted that the victim, since he was invested with the role of messenger for Fomorians. This barbaric practice is also evidenced by findings in human as well as from written sources.

Summarily, I summed up, albeit in a simplistic and incomplete, the true meaning of the Celtic festival of Samhain. I do not want those who know of Celtic culture if you have found this information incomplete, I just tried to summarize the knowledge gained in the book of Kondratiev, without upsetting, and integrate with other knowledge gained over the years. To all the readers, I wish instead Merry Nameday, because today marks the Feast of All Saints!

PS The fact that the issue today is no accident: the Church decided to move in May, (ancient Roman festival of the dead) to 1 November, due to deeply rooted traditions of Celtic they saw on this day the spirits of the dead through the veil and socialize with their loved ones. Unable to eradicate this strong conviction, the church appropriated it!

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Today, Oct. 31, marks the Celtic festival of Samhain. Celtic and BASTA. No Jack O'Lantern or no "presumed-true" bullshit (pardon me but the word is) neo-pagan, Samhain simply! Unfortunately tonight I do not have time to post something about the holidays, but tomorrow I'll do a summary of all my knowledges (just to show you how much I know, however, humility is my most striking quality .. . hihihi I'm making an idiot of course). For now, happy Samhain to all!

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Good Thunder Friederich

E 'for some' time I want to post something: of a mood strange, and not necessarily a negative mood, it's just weird. I'm not a person metereopatica, indeed: I can be a bad (good) mood as sunny days in the rainy season and, ironically, I like rainy days, not to mention the visceral love for the time (it's a gene in DNA of this dad!). The sky this afternoon is particularly intense and dark low clouds are gathering on the horizon, as if wishing to conceal (or, more ominously, swallow) the Roman castles that stand next to the building of mathematical visible from my balcony. I love the sky when it goes like. We spoke with Mario a little while ago, which conveys a feeling of power, it's probably just our incurable neo-romantic side emerges and makes us just like senire Monaco by the sea of Caspar David Fiederich (although we can not accurately say how you feel, maybe he hated that place, but no Friederich, and that is what counts!). The rain is beating on my container, enough to minimize the sound of bubbling gas insufflation in flasks that of my system. Thunderstorms at sunset make uncertain the time of day or night by wrapping everything inside their cocoon of darkness, our eyes blindfolded, blind, know better discern when one ends and another begins, throwing in an endless twilight and much longer than what we live on a sunny day, as if to take urgently announce that another night is about to begin, but we will never know when it will seriously because we will not see the beloved disappears stela. So I mute viosionario Fridirichiani scenarios, look at the horizon and wonder, "Where?" Where it begins and ends the night the day, and I just do not respond to silence them questions and enjoy the sublime comes over me silently accompanied by the roar of the water which is the bandage of my eyes. Slowly, the light is sucked away, slowly fades away, here, began the night ... I think ...

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The credo of the owl!

facciaccia the Vale of telling me to remove my Owl (I love the owls!) I decided to post this "I think the owl," which, I must say, it's practically all throughout my I think of life! Incredible indeed! If I believed in reincarnation certainly know what animal I was! (A reference to the fact that I seem Anacleto Winnie the Pooh will cause the immediate removal from the list of friends and the cessation of any loving relationship of any kind!). The belief is taken to be anything but a fantasy book best-seller, bought for three euro to a flea market in the country. It was the book for the days of swimming this summer and has done his duty (dirty irreparably which caused my wrath as I un'adepto of the sect "of the book untouched maniacs"). The book is titled (of course !!!!!): The kingdom of owls and Martin Hocke. This is the credo:

not accumulate and do not covet,
But be brave and free.
always pursues the knowledge
And slowly learns
What science can not see.
struggle to learn,
Be wise and temperate
Because only
skills and knowledge will help us to survive.

PS tones absolutely frivolous and superficial BALZINI eye of the lost traveler who happened to be passing here, because they are not the result of any drug or concussion, the result of just another weight lifted university exam (spectroscopy 2, the revenge! subtitle: all that we still have not said but it takes more than what we told you!). Peace and Love to all!

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Creideamh ...


Again a Gaelic term, a term that seems to me absurd to have learned just now: creideamh = faith. Absurd because faith (in God) is an integral part of my life as my dark eyes or my short temper! Unbelievable and absurd, then, that I had not even asked how to play this word in Gaelic. I will not be here talking about why I believe in God or why, to me, faith is the most beautiful gift one can receive (after you have tried and called though!), Simply say that as a counterweight on the plate of a two-arm balance, faith is what brings balance to my life and makes the balance always points upward ... or so it should be: I am a man, in fact, sometimes I take for granted the existence of my faith, losing sight of what I believe. In that case, the balance began to tilt dangerously to one side and the needle tip upward. But like I said, faith is a gift, and thank goodness there's always someone who puts some weight on the other side. That being said I ask you, the traveler who passes through here, you have faith, and if so what? Save it as well because the answer is not a quiz with prizes, as widely stated in other post, this blog is just food for thought for those who read (and indirectly for this writer), but absolutely does not want to be a kind of electronic means of conversion, I'm not proselytizing, just say myself.
That said, I can finally add link to the site of the forum, as Vale did. So far I had not made because I was unsure whether or not it should remain secret, but being so:
www.queerasfolkitalia.it / board / index.php . Hooray !!!!!!!!!! ! 111 forum is back online, the facciaccia of all evil dust of stars and everything else! Good day to you all!

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tale ...

There once was a king!
The king owned vast territory, so vast that he could not explore them all in the course of his life. He had therefore decided, like his predecessors, to establish his home in only a few of them, so far as was possible. Of course, like every human being who can be called such, was prompted by curiosity to discover new territories, what his father certainly could not have explored, so that every child king who is respected, it must somehow follow and at the same time not to follow in the footsteps of his father King. Our king, just like many other kings that exist in the world, had one day walked into forbidden lands. Every kingdom respectable, in fact, it has also prohibited the land, maybe over the years may be readmitted to the lands permitted, but in most cases must remain unexplored. Curiosity, iniazialmente, had pushed him, then force, able to confront those wild lands that never seemed to overpower him, he even thought of being able to overpower, dominate, even to annex the kingdom. Had come the night and the king was still in the land, "I think it's time to go back, I've had enough", but instead leave the forbidden land had continued to proceed in the dark, through the dangers but did not see that it hit. His horse was hurt, but somehow, he was sore in several places, but did not know what had hit. It was not however enough to distorglierlo from going ahead. The escape was always there, where the king could see, and perhaps why she thought she could tame those wild lands by subjecting them to his will. He was wrong. If realized this and began to want to quit. What did he do? Goes into even more. Sometimes, the recognition of being wrong and willing to correct their mistakes are just a way to continue on their way to justify themselves and with the voice of conscience unbearable.
So our king, well aware of being wrong and having to go back, conscious of having arrived at an impasse, a chasm, continue by choosing the path that he had not seen until recently, but which are sensed 's existence, and that led him further down. If you, the readers, you were there, you would immediately shouted: "Where you go, you crazy, you do not see that just as when you entered the forbidden land, the trail will lead you where you would not want to go, how you can do the same mistake twice?? "I wonder what he thought our king? You really can not say it, maybe he thought just that as usual he could turn around when he wanted, or even that only Scott could have taken the resolution (real, in fact, not just psychological) to get out of there, we'll never know, we only know that at every step The king again fell into the abyss below, and did not leave any more. It was decided to ask for help, something real, concrete, a first start to turn the horse back exhausted and there where the wounds were healed. The aid, as in all fairy tales came, but the king did not take it. Accepted it, I grabbed, but he continued to go yet deeper. He realized then that it was night now too long, it was over so low and so the dark from being swallowed by the earth itself, and it was time to return from his people, his kingdom. It was for this reason, accepted the help, he continued to sink! But how, you say, what's the point? And I do not know, you say! Ask him if ever you meet him! I carry only events. Continue.
The king, now realizing that he would not see the bottom of the chasm, he also realized that the fund did not exist, only that there was a chasm common to all the forbidden land, one chasm that could not tell how far from where he was, as he could not have more to say how far are the allowed land that ran every day and whether he would return for another possible route, shorter than the distance covered. He only knew that his path on a cliff overlooking the ravine and up another and then another. Maybe it was not too down but it certainly had fallen far below where he wanted to be. Do not forget, however, that the aid had it yet. He stopped and thought (not that she had not already done it thousands of times!): "I decide whether or not to accept this help and back? Is clear that this ravine will only lead to gully common to all the forbidden land, which nobody told me there, but that I, as here, I can see. Perhaps now I understand what there was to understand: just down the bottom you can know how low you can go on and on. Probably, this lowest common denominator in all the forbidden land, is nothing but a hole dug by Lucifer when he was cast down from heaven, and I did not really want to continue on this road because it is now bad, ; not even want to envision what could get worse "decided to back.
The story ends here. Do not know if it went up or not. I do not have that. You may not be climbed at all, especially because many times in his career had taken the resolution to go back, as we know, but he continued. It might already be on the surface and not know it until dawn prossiama. I do not know. I only say that I hope for him that is coming out or is already out, because the subjects to be too far away to realize that the king may not come again, and decide to elect a new one. It would be a shame to come back and see someone else on his throne, without being able to do anything to take it back.

Now, let me as usual to intrude into the mind of our readers. To all those who know me: I would like to remind you that I do not use blogs to talk about my personal problems. I would also like to invite you to read my first post, which says clearly that we do not read anything about my innermost being. So, stop your little heads (blondes?!?) And do not try, whoever you are, to psychoanalyze the author (I note) because I did not mean anything with this blog, simply launch a food for thought for your lives. Instead of thinking whether I am the king and where I am, what I do and think if you've never been the king, and if yes where you are and where you are. Think back to your lands prohibited without a thought of mine. You will realize two things:
1) my post was directed more to you than to me, and general
2) is more difficult to analyze themselves and their problems that caring for others' (I suggest you see SNU syndrome of the United Nations at: www.pensieridiversi.it

Peace and goodwill to all and happy Sunday. Slan!