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And finally, this year we have lousy him to get out of the back!

We hope that 2011 is MUCH better than the last.

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Sarai. Sarò.

Ovunque tu sarai, io ci sarò.
In qualunque giorno deciderai di arrivare, io sarò lì, ad aspettarti.
E sarai compagno di viaggio. Compagno di giochi. Compagno di vita. Padre di tutti i figli che mi cresceranno in grembo.
E sarai la navata che mi conduce all'altare. E sarai bastone della vecchiaia. E spalla sulla quale appoggerò il capo, quando sarò stanca.
E sarai la mano che mi accarezzerà il profilo, mentre dormo. Gli occhi che mi guarderanno, attenti, quando sarò distratta.
E sarai Natali, e Pasque. E San Valentino tutto l'anno. E sarai giornate da raccontarsi, e sfide per sostenersi. E sarai litigi, scontri, e telefoni muti. E sarai l'amore che si fa, per ritrovare la pace. E il fianco contro il quale raggomitolarsi quando avrò freddo. E sarai storia da raccontare ai nipoti, davanti al fuoco di un camino acceso. E sarai casa da arredare, e conti a fine mese da saldare. Sarai presente, e sarai futuro. Non sarai mai passato. E sarai timone e bussola, nelle tempeste. E specchio in which look when I can not see me. And you'll be the lighthouse, and you will be light, and stars that you do not fall.
And you swear to keep a promise. And you will not believe in eternity.

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few days ago, I was in a bar with a friend. We were chatting about trivial things, and read: the guy who had not called, missed a Christmas card, the ability to separate mind from body, and learn to have sex like men, without emotional involvement, without ties, without breaking sentimental .
However, I could not help but hear the conversation of people sitting at the next table. One of them, almost shouting, said: "Certainly it takes great courage to take her own life for a disappointment in love. She was so young, poor girl ..." ..

Courage? It takes courage to take her own life for a disappointment in love? ...

And the father who, every day, gets up at five in the morning, kisses his children in silence, never complaining, leaves home to go to work, a chore, like that of a bricklayer, a job underpaid, tiring, frustrating, and lacking the most basic security measures ... here, that father is brave, or not?

And the mother of the family who, at fifty, is to do the cleaning in another's house without being able to take care of their own, to help her husband (whose salary alone is not enough) to make ends meet later this month, try, try, and I say, to ensure a future that is worthy of the name, their children ... here, the mother of the family is brave, or not?

And the children of the father, and the mother, to pay for studies, and ease the burden on household budgets, are divided between university courses and jobs of all sorts, from waiter to his secretary, famed teacher to repetitions, through the operator, up to the mask in the theater ... here, those children are brave, or not? And children

del reparto oncologico, che affrontano mali incurabili, e lo fanno col sorriso sulle labbra. Quei bambini desiderosi di vita, ma costretti in una stanza d'ospedale. Quei bambini che conoscono un mondo fatto solo di aghi, lacci emostatici, flebo e sale operatorie ... ecco, quei bambini sono coraggiosi, oppure non lo sono?

E i volontari della croce rossa, della protezione civile, dell'assistenza ai disabili e agli anziani, che dedicano la propria vita a quella degli altri ... ecco, quei volontari sono coraggiosi, oppure non lo sono?

Coraggioso è chi affronta la vita con i suoi infiniti inganni, e le sue pene. Coraggioso è chi si rialza ad ogni caduta, e prosegue il cammino. Coraggioso è chi si batte per un indeale, and is willing to die for that. Brave who is not afraid of fear, but neither underestimates. Brave is the one who performs his duty, every day, every day. Small, everyday heroes.
Brave and alert. Because it takes more courage to live than to die.

Ps: there earthen, strongly, to emphasize one thing. In my mind, and my words, they absolutely excluding cases of euthanasia, which in Italy has been accompanied by endless controversy. Those circumstances are very different from the circumstances that inspired it, and I am referring, in the post. These are people who have lived with dignity, and wanted to give dignity to his death. A choice, in my view, not only brave (since we are talking of courage), but even respect for life itself, to remain so, and does not turn into a straightforward, exhausting, pointless agony.

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... I want my right knee to stop the "James-James," because I do not do the MRI! If I am forced to go into that frightful coffin metal, I swear I'll take your elves hostage and blackmail you!

I wish Mr. S. was submerged by a few hundred tons of coal. I wish sbattesse the toe on the doorjamb. I wish lose your house keys, being locked out and just the night before, while everyone is inside, the warmth, dinner, or even remember its existence. I wish you a slut than four pounds to his bed, while sleeping, and did take a hit. However, I think they often have a lot of whores, and since Christmas we are all better people, this may also postpone the December 31.

Finally, I fall in love. Why, after five long years, singles is no longer beautiful, or funny. Single sucks! Especially when you go into a restaurant and see all those couples who hold hands, they whisper words of love to your ear, and look at you as if I were the unlucky guy. After five long years, singles may make you diabetic, and potentially murderous. Because if someone asks me: "How can a girl so beautiful and intelligent is not engaged?" I can try to explain that, nowadays, to find a decent man who has not put the balls on ' tree (confused with the Christmas decorations), is an enormous task. Or, can point a gun to his head, and avoid that in future, I still ask stupid questions.
Ergo, I would like a revolver.

on my window sill find milk and cookies, like every year. There are also lighted candles, they say, should guide their luck at home. See not to set fire to his beard.

a very cordial greeting. Antonia.

Ps: I forgot ... I would also like Berlusconi to resign. But I understand that you can only make gifts, not miracles.

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At my mom. Why, when I asked her: "I saw a beautiful blue scarf. Could you buy?" She got a pair of gloves blacks, and a French beret. What with dark curls there is fine.
"You deserve it" - he added - "for all the things you do not ask."

for my dad. "Do you remember when we were kids, and you touched turn like a spinning top gone crazy, among countless shops, so that, under the tree, find the exact toy we had hoped?" ...
Her knees are still the most comfortable place to sit.

to my brother. That makes me space in his bed, a square, at night when I incubators, and I find it hard to sleep.

grandparents. Which always have a story to tell.

friends. Playmates, and spontaneous smiles. And up early morning, train trips, lectures, nights spent in notebooks, notes, scented crayons and markers. And the joy for an exam went well, and anger professor for that asshole, praising equality, and teaches the injury. And then have breakfast together, and together with the booze. It took me 24 years to understand that wine and alcohol should not be mixed. The laughs softly. The songs strumming in the parades. The memory of a love child. The days passed. The days to live. A

uncle is gone. A Mark that followed. Too many flowers in the sky, and too many animals here on earth.

scars. That remind us of where we were, but they should not determine where we go.

Who knows how to be happy for what he has, and not for what they would have.

Who does not want me. And then he turned into his biggest regret. Who me avuta, e non mi rimpiange affatto.

Al Principe Azzurro. Al Principe Giallo. Al Principe Verde. A quello rosso, rosa e fucsia. Un principe a pois. Uno a stelle e strisce. Un principe a quadretti.
Sii il Principe Azzurro di te stessa. Salvati da sola.

A chi c'è.
A chi avrebbe voluto esserci, ma non ha potuto.
A chi avrebbe potuto esserci, ma non ha voluto.
A chi è rimasto. Nonostante tutto.
A chi ha trovato il coraggio di scegliere. A chi sceglie di non scegliere.
A chi ha paura. A chi lotta. A chi resiste.
A chi ancora ci crede. A chi ci ride su.
A chi mette un piede dietro l'altro. Perché i grandi viaggi si cominciano col muovere un passo.
A chi odia le ovvietà decise dagli altri.
A chi abbassa la testa solo per allacciarsi le scarpe.
A chi sa aspettare. A chi è stanco di aspettare.
A chi: "Se c'è qualcosa di speciale, sotto questo cielo, passerà di qui, prima o poi".
A chi chiede scusa. A chi perdona. A chi non sa perdonare. Perché Gesù Cristo diceva: "Porgi l'altra guancia", ma anche Lui sapeva di averne due soltanto.

A chi ha bisogno di credere che qualcosa di straordinario possa accadere.

A chi ama.

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Riscrivendo l'art. 1 della Costituzione.


L'Italia è una Repubblica delle banane, ormai ampiamente filo-fascita, based on football. Sovereignty belongs to the Prime sold and is exercised cheerfully screwing the Constitution.


... what we could ever expect from a country where football players go on strike, the valleys open their legs and become ministers, meritocracy is to blows with the corruption, the barony maccarena dances, and who denounces the Camorra is accused of making propaganda for itself? ?


Compromise is a bastard child of human littleness, when sweeping the need and the bearer of seeds vicious.