Thursday, November 18, 2010

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ROSE BUSH
Rose bush, which dall'irta rama
not laugh at the sight Montanina
ditty that goes by and you call
rose hips;

if subtle hand misses your flowers,
do not complain of your fortune
envy rose centofoglie
seize a

to one: the cold wind whistles
that burned off the leaves one by one, fraught with the
Rosebush will swing slow without
a berry;




berry but you will shine in mourning
gray winter, the flowers bloom year
new to some withered fruit
smile:

and you, over time, grew amazed at what
'dawn exercised even slight
with his ditty, and ascend outline
perhaps one evening.

Giovanni Pascoli (1891-1911 Myricae)

Friday, November 5, 2010

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ONCE UPON A TIME "Limited"
long time ago in a small country, small living
I will call a girl "Olivia."
She was always cheerful, not very bright, obedient and respectful, looking thin, with eyes like dark olives which collected his grandfather and that suited her complexion a greenish color almost like a little daughter of Sitting Bull. The sun was not a problem for her, even in summer in a little 'sea and lots of campaign became even darker and her hair that her mother insisted on wearing them, often collecting and appreciation within the relatives, who had his whole world. Then, satisfied with her appearance, which at that age is crucial, and rewarded for its commitment to school, grew calm and confident.
When the "threshold of youth" was preparing to carry it into a new phase, Olivia realized that there were, however, about her bleak moments, scary, dark and gloomy as the worst winter's night. Cool and frost in the heart, began to experiment, until a warmth to heat it up and did not reappear the usual faces, familiar, as if nothing had happened, returned to normal after being disfigured by screaming and crying. The phrase "after the rain is the serene, shining in the sky the rainbow" was his young companion of many of those moments!
Whenever that happened, sometimes often, sometimes rarely pondered and plotted
... ... "when I get bigger four to tell him Dad ... so do not be angry with her mother for some silly things and combine a forty-eight ... In this neighborhood is not the only one that behaves this way, but we must be many decent, basically we're a pretty happy family and that be? "..." Dad you'll have to calm down. "
was how she learned to overcome a limit and further away, the edge of the pot was growing up and drop it to overflow does not come .......
"Next time I will think "....
"Tomorrow we will talk about" ...
Tomorrow was unreachable and the courage was lacking.
years passed without noticing Olivia that the vessel had become huge, as tall as a mountain. He dreamed of the lost peace, serenity was for her the most important gift that a husband could bring desired. So it was not ... its limit does not exist anymore, it was like virginity lost that can not be regained. "But how was that possible? Another in your place would have blurted out some time! But you do not know that there is a limit to everything? " Olivia
reflected:
"life is going well, everyone has their own destiny ... well certainly deserved something more ..."
and pulled out the grit, the same as always, to emerge in spite of everything because then she said to herself, "I Once you can bend but not break you forever. " He looked around and saw clearly its value was different, impossible for her to comply, and if you bear much it meant to fall below what was then the only way to make it fall down, there were no others, no one had never seen her cry but her mother was herself and even though he had lost sight of a couple of times, then he had always found, could easily look in the mirror and recognize the child happy and cheerful girl, wild and incorrigible.


At the bottom was not yet over, life still owed her something good.

(Daddy do not it's your fault, I love you, I'm not a martyr, are one with the "high limit".)

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Thursday, November 4, 2010

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HERE IS THE TITLE OF MY BLOG: "ON THE ROAD"
( HISTORY OF ME THAT I WANTED TO BEAT)

There was a time when I fantasized with the poets of the "Beat Generation", it was difficult to locate the material, there were no computers or Internet, there was a large "archive" on everyone, I could only read. I felt different, alternative, outsider, maverick, I liked the word "freedom", I hated the word "compromise" because I believed that only with a head that works individually you can not really be free.
There was a time when I got bogged down, static, still, I looked around and the world around me turned into a completely different way from the world in my brain, I had not otherwise be carried out but I was slowing . Why?



Now, after years of experience "normal" responses to the "WHY '?" are lighter, almost more acceptable.
love and feelings of our life balances are paid, and money is always a sweet compromesso.E 'sweet because it is not a defeat, because it surrounds you, warms you. The novelty
is that I now live in 'that' world, that out ....
I've brought myself, that the swamp and all that good that my brain has given birth.



Trying to love everything in life. It 'this be beat. If there is a quality I've seen clearly in this generation, is the spirit of non-interference with the lives of others. I had a dream in which I did not want the lion ate the lamb and the lion jumped on me and licked my face like a puppy and then took the lamb in his arms and he bacaiva.
This is the dream of the Beat Generation. According to Jack Kerouac