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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 ...