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Ho scelto casualmente il titolo di una canzone di Biagio Antonacci per il mio nuovo post. Tanto ormai hanno scritto tutto, canzoni e libri ecc ecc. Dico così ogni volta che qualcuno m'invita a scrivere un libro.

Insomma quando niente serve a farmi stare bene, a darmi pace, imprigionata in questo tempo asfissiante, immobile davanti a un film per cercare almeno lì un pò d'emozione vitale, mi sento inutile. Mi sembra di sprecare ingiustamente il tempo che potrei impiegare per fare, dire, dare, costruire, scrivere qualcosa di straordinario.

Mi sento come Mambo, il pinguino di Happy Feet, un pinguino diverso dagli others characterized by a very beautiful voice. He knows just dancing. And is happy as she dances. All the isolates, the difference, he would never find love. But he is not himself descends and emerges at the end of its beauty and illuminates his next Malfidano and cynical.

Beautiful. And 'the second film that I take since I finally decided to give me the card into the video store in my country.

I first saw the Warner Village in Rome with Marco and Diego. It 'been my sister wanted to go and I remember that after initial skepticism, I was happy to have seen him since that movie has enriched me.

It should be so for all things, even in times like these, of loneliness. Moments I feel really useless. On second thought, I read that my legendary writer Paulo Coelho, wrote of feeling useless at times, so I have to console me, it means that it is human to feel useless!

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Calma piatta nei mesi statici

When you are sick days are the same in the days el 'anxiety is off the static calm of months, days, paralyzed, waiting for something to change, but its not happening nothing more than a computer that should not go out as I write, as happened this afternoon when I had to send an article as soon as possible. But the computer fault that he had, was on fire, burned from the air stifling, hot, muggy day in this joyless.

"Music and Lyrics" is the film I saw today with Hugh Grant that actress and talented can not remember the name. Actress ordinary and very expressive, with no tits and lips redone homegrown actresses who can not get excited even in the scenes of farewell, which should be the ones filled with pathos, while a parade of the scene and the other showing a fourth of bra. And praying that this does not burst within the first airliner that will take them home.

Down with the famous without talent, down with people who do not know how to love. I read the article about Gigi Proietti that has been deprived of the artistic direction of one of Italian opera with a wider public: the Brancaccio in Rome. He has cultivated a life that his passion for the theater, to him who lives for his passion for theater.

w love, anger, anxiety, curiosity, boredom, joy, family, w my mom is not so well and now he has endured with his usual patience my outbursts! Thanks mamy!

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Amore senza tempo

salt and salt will increase this anxiety which unites us and will not pass this' moment that love still grows, but no time to love again.

In this sentence the beautiful song by Pino Daniele (If you want me), is enclosed my definition of love.

Every time I hear couples tested, older spouses, boyfriends history, listening with sadness the same phrases: "After twenty years I have to stand still, but I do not take it anymore" or "After eight years of engagement turns off the passion and faith gold finger that none of it as a time to shine. Shines only because it was new ...

girls, ladies, men, love timeless! Love warm, reassuring, comforting.

I'll love you no time.

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Sogni infranti

When a falling dream, you turn off the light comforting illusion, the consolation of an ever-present thought in my mind, the sound of a beloved voice, the intensity of that look alive and reassuring, the joy of his smile, his interest in his words, the desire to believe that dreams help us to live.

A dream fades with the same ease with which hovers between our desire for happiness and you can not chase, stop, pick up the dream that vanishes, that dream that falls.

He leaves us mired in bitterness, glued to impotence to change things.

You can not live to dream, the dream is to be hoped that leads into our lives forever.

I dream a dream infinite.

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Fragilità...

without end, as Gino Paoli's song about love, love.

What is Love? If you also asked Eduardo de Filippo in a poem written in Naples.

Love is something that smells like pink but pink is not.

When the high school I read the biographies of various writers, I was a mental fatigue, an incredible boredom at the thought of the futility of the thing.

For me, it was necessary to read the works of authors to understand. Now I have changed my mind. A person can understand the life she leads, the work it does, from his hobby.

So the deaths of several Manzoni and company have made me value the Betrothed University and sensitivity, the pain contained in those classics of Italian literature.

Usually when I talk begins with an argument and I end up somewhere.

I'll do the same in my new blog and guess who has the patience to follow me will be rewarded by me that I write so many beautiful things.

hug you all and I expect a message of welcome megagalattico!