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A simple post year-end ...

Here we are, finally. We are reckoning.
I waited really long to be able to download all my anger.
I have lived this day forever. I have corrected the errors, I changed the tactic, I improved the technique.
I'm ready.
Sit down. Go ahead and take a glass of good red wine I've just uncorked, feel the taste violent, lost for a moment among the thousands of scents that brings back memories and preparations.
You pretended that I did not exist for much, you did not answer my calls nor to read my mail.
not matter to me you went next door and you do not have the least listened to my requests.
No, you must be an absolute star power.
You got all carried away one thousand destinies, played with the expectations of others. She has not touched in any way the idea that in some remote corner, someone gripped by fear, cursing the world and against you, struggling as much as possible, along a road suddenly became full of pitfalls.
Yeah, you do not know fear. Deep anxiety that assails you some nights you silent and that almost chokes the voice as oppressive. The fear of not being able to imagine, design, experience all that until recently had seemed simple and natural. Destini
overwhelmed lives projected in doubt.
Yes, you did a blind eye and have continued without remorse on your absurd final design. Convinced than ever that we must all find the strength to fight alone.
You may be right, but I can not close my eyes when I see someone fall, do not turn away when I call. When they need me.
Here, you do not speak. Listen to this My absurd monologue and drink the wine.
I see it, your eyes betray your mask suddenly safe. I know that you have seen so many bitter and maybe your destiny is to be the unmoved mover of all. Either you accept it.
Friend now tell you even weeping, and the bitterness of this thy life.
No hard feelings, believe me, I just need answers. Why?
Maybe at the end of this path, you're right, the answers do not help. Think about how it would not help me to improve my life. The choices are the fruit of the moment and have meaning only in context, further analysis is very useless.
I'll I have to admit, lately, you've been busy and have sent back hope to all.
With small gestures have restored a bit of perspective. For a moment you come down from your throne and you're back that old friend ever.
You know I had a thousand other things to ask, I wanted to show you and make you feel, briefly, fear, projecting a thousand images of broken lives. But now, looking at you, I do not know what is your fault. You are probably the excuse of a thousand failures, the projection of this human error, a ghost in the closet for close to mash or forget about it.
Brinder, my friend, to your departure. I will not do with satisfaction and pride. We watch with sadness disappear, hoping that your teaching has been clear for all: the consequences of the actions of a few have a rock for the life of many lives. Greed, power, social climbing are just illusions that do not take into account the personal suffering of others. Must suffer to learn and improve and go further. Grow and do not forget.
My friend, it's time to go. Your successor has them at the door. Even my good intentions, my hopes, my dreams, my projects have achieved together with those of many others. All these days we plan to erase the past, imagine a new life, the great love, a new happiness. Taken by a kind of childlike enthusiasm and believe we can achieve all irrational. I do not think we is no harm in imagining, just for a moment, everything can go as we wish.
The wine has been completed and the fire is out, I would still let off steam, but the time has come.
Goodbye dear old 2008. Do not forget easily. Ben arrived
2009. Let's see what you're made of, do not worry about your brother has made us stronger. We're ready.

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I've seen ....

I saw of the penguins happy that the soccer field were in daring contrast and superlatives were steps, jumps from the middle of the field that ended in the penalty area.
were so at ease in the cool of the evening that many times they see them laugh out loud and trivializing of the tunnel with incredible, I think to have seen a couple of Veronica.
They laughed, they laughed. They laughed at us, hell, that chilly and sometimes bent the bitter cold of the night I could hardly make a decent pass.
Yes, I seemed to be in the Kinder advertising, I felt out of place and above all stupid.
It was an evening to open fire, bottle of red wine and a group of friends were playing house.
fact would have been a better evening with fireplace, a bottle of wine and a fabulous woman by my side.
Yes, you choose the latter. Without a doubt.
The consequences of the evening were a number of physical complications. When you're cold in the field tends to mitigate any bruising but as soon as you walk out of the shower pain is real.
I felt pain, pain. The thing is continued throughout the day. What a pathetic they are.
as it may seem impossible not to have more colds, it seems a contradiction but it is. Party with the runny nose and partially closed, today I finally feel free and I can breathe normally.


After 4 months of football, a game of the week, known incredible progress.
I can safely keep the pace of the game and not be more out of breath. I up and down from defense to offense without being broken down as the first few times. For one, like me, who smokes a pack of red a day is a good result. I should probably do a job for increase physical endurance and have more strength. Over time we will see, in the spring I'm going to associate a session of weekly racing.


Tonight evening of poker and stop.
E 'a holiday tradition now well established. I can not play good poker, but I'm learning by dint of losing. The best method is to learn the field.
Heck if I do not win all split.
long table, 7 persons, 7 glasses filled with rum & coke, whiskey's, pretzels and chips, the smoke that fills the room, the bastard who turns his lucky night, all the other bored waiting for the good turn.
Luck, luck. It only takes one.

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Damn Afraid to love ... .. What we would like

E 'no getting around it, look for the best excuses of their personal repertoire, and so find some temporary peace. All
be very trivial and momentary pleasure of a well-articulated justification would be violated, suddenly, the sad daily reality.
resound As stupid and obvious it is better to accept their limitations and to be able to live one day pass.
I think everyone of us is the result of personal experience, the perfect synthesis of everything he lived, what he wanted and tried.
Every time we face a problem with a sort of deja vu takes us back to the previous experience suggests, unconsciously, the ideal way to deal with the time and look ahead. One way to avoid repeating the usual mistakes.
Unfortunately there is no recovery to the previous situation, as in the pc, imagine how nice, try and try until you find the best situation, always restore if anything goes wrong.

enough, otherwise I'm going off topic.
But what the hell the theme of this post, I hardly remember it.
Then I always go off topic, you know that news.
But no, this time I go to the heart of the matter, without losing time.

Here, simplifying things, I have a damn afraid to fall in love.
I notice every day, every time something happens that makes me heart beat faster, which makes me clumsy and insecure.
Here I could never manage to love, and soon became a big kid, too romantic, almost unrecognizable from everything I am everyday.
I can not, it's useless I do not abandon the idea, romantic ideal, to give himself completely in the hands of another person.
I think it all depends on the wounds healed over time and with little effort. Although with the passage of time the reasons are becoming milder, almost inconsistent with the past.
But there is a fundamental contradiction that stuns me the truth, I promise not to fall in love most of all, to prove manage to love (fuck that we were never successful) than I want to be overwhelmed by his strength, to become confused and nothing in this feeling.
Perhaps this post is a direct result of Christmas, all the mushy films of the period.
How do I know all the stereotypes of happiness that is sent to us in a subliminal way through the media, stories, tales, songs.
everything will be well.
I just hope to be lucky enough to find a person who can understand and that has only a little patience. I just hope that this will happen before my self-destructive nature takes over.
the end I like to think that everything happen as if by magic: two people meeting from nothing and build something special. In these moments, these gorgeous menate vanish without a trace.
The man is not isolated and alone does not make any sense.

But where will it all end. A man who speaks of love by associating it with fear.
But married and do not break, look at your brothers. Of course you have nothing in my head.
Always the same, think too much. C. Act o. .. Useless, useless, will you stay home.
By now you should have a child. But that your ex with whom you had to marry as it is.
But when you think about starting a family. I've never understood, I answer wrong, you do not think
the future. na Total fimmina. (books everyday mom and dad) I

there is a doubt: They're probably doing the brainwashing?







PS: I have improved. When faced with these days in a style almost Leopardi, expressed pessimism for the mean (you know Leopardi was not a pessimist). Now I like to take around a bit. We must accept their limits.

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stop along the pier of a small desert port now. It will be for the hour, the cold but the atmosphere is light, quite surreal.
Too often the mind perceives and captures signals involuntary sees only what he wants, the contour is often left in a corner, almost as if it was not necessary.
do not think there is anything more sad that the winter sea. Closing your eyes you can almost hear the voices of tourists in the summer, taken as they are to have fun in the sun and enjoy a well earned rest.
Here I am, who do you expect decent hour to go to the bank to take the final race of the day.
Lost among thoughts are like a day of nostalgia, with the Christmas spirit at the door.
Torn by the desire to find my space and decide my future with the desire to fall in love and running away from a reality too nagging, write a post that does not make sense but that transmits only my desire to dream and plan again.
I suddenly thrown in the water in front of me a little strangely and contagious optimism to me and makes me fly.
sudden signals of what will occur in the environment around unexpectedly. I'm imagining something that I have not lived. In my moment of insanity I find pleasure in these images of the future. What
incurable dreamer I am.

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A Day in the Capital

are literally devastated.
After the usual game of football on Monday night, I can hardly move my legs, are all a pain.
was two weeks since I played and poor physical conditions (cold and cough) have made it to half time I could not breathe. Also because of that annoying wind that rose, from time to time, in the field, he did regret the idea of \u200b\u200ba warm fireplace and an ordinary evening at home.
will be the approach of Christmas, but lately I feel the need for a period of sleep. I need to pull the plug on customers who constantly press upon you and they want the impossible, from the stress of grinding more than 300 km per day.
I always thought that I could not stand all day in the office, after a few hours I start to relax and I can not accomplish much. I much prefer make appointments outside, traveling, meeting new people every day. People who tell you their lives, their projects and their difficulties.
It 'an incredible feeling to see new places every day, or at least new perspectives of little-known places.
All this, however, after a while, necessarily requires a stop, otherwise the brain begins to melt and can not find the right connections to withstand many changes in one day.
end of the evening I often find myself lost with eyes, messy hair, shown in any one thought, with the loud music coming out of the car stereo, while hardly drag me home.
But the holidays are at the door, probably next Wednesday, and as usual the last few days seem to pass ever.
A small buoy I was launched by the company, which, surprise, I was invited to a workshop in Rome this Thursday.
is indeed needed. I already prenatato the outbound flight (early morning, unfortunately). While the return trip I will train. I do not know why, but I love to travel by train. That constant rocking, the delay safe, unmistakable smell. But I do not know why all this is irresistible. Paper
just bought the station, almost always read during the trip, cigarette smoke on the fly to longer stays. The plane does not give you the opportunity to indulge. No, not for me, at least over short distances.
be booking the Eurostar, however, are not so crazy, and I'll be home 4 hours (not including the delay secure).
The great thing is that you can train, out of nowhere, to start discussions with strangers, you appreciate the journey, which more or less leave you surprised and then oddly enough never see her again. I still remember the trip by train, some of them will cherish good memories because of the people I met.
Capital, Thursday arrival.

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no point trying to pretend nothing has happened and to be a lone voice just because it is fashionable to make the contrarian.
pointless to deny the obvious and meaningless phrases with the beauty of this moment, because even the most cynical soul of the person in this world, Christmas is a magical and unique moment.
I do not think it is easy to explain why the emotions associated with this period, I assume that everything depends on a mixture of past memories that are inevitably on this project, fostering a set of expectations about the emotions of living and raising a natural inclination towards mood the magic of Christmas.
If I stop for a moment to think, I note with some surprise, that the atmosphere is almost always the same.
seems that this time around as to prepare the same way: the weather, the lights, the tree, the manger, gifts to make, expectations, holidays and so on.
some growth loses a little of the mystery of time and become less sensitive to certain things, but just stop for a moment before the lights around the tree, watching the balls that shine and reflect the colors, the gifts at the base, that memories of when I was little and you have trapped in a whirling project status out of time.
I can not stand people talking to mystify this period of excessive consumerism, giving almost for granted that emotions are related to something material.
This moment is magical and must remain, no matter what accessories, what matters are only (I know I repeat myself, but I can not find other words) the emotions. Moments of unity and mystery that will take your breath away and are never discounted.
Since I spend much time in the car, listening Radiodeejay I leave you with the Christmas video.
the same page you will find the Christmas songs of yesteryear.
Close your eyes and you dream of, music in general is the best way to create the right living arrangement for the big moment.
Now the snow is only on 24 per night.
Even if that happens look for a lifetime, I never stop yearning for it, I was a child long stops at the window before falling asleep, hoping to see a few flakes falling.
I know, looks like a home from Disney cartoons. I think the TV has influenced me a little bit.
Good video.

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I've always considered an atypical blogger, who does not write in a consistent manner, which does not deal with interesting topics, if not pathetic daily adventures and thoughts often unnecessary and certainly not of great social importance.
I've always wondered what role should have this place for me and the only satisfactory answer has been that of a simple safety valve against stress.
No, I can not deal with serious themes in strictly objective viewpoint. Probably my innate self-centeredness as the center of the world one person (me) with all his doubts, his thoughts and his wacky ideas.
I'm not so constant to have a list of bloggers who follow me sepmplicemente the fact that I love to read a list of blogs that increases over time, but I always leave feedback, but I believe that it happens very rarely.
I assume that the beauty of the Web is to produce something of their own and helpful, unfortunately I can not do this last crucial step.
are, alas, a firm believer in simple, straightforward reading of the evocative power of words, often a few simple phrases can project images and suggestive know give you a fantastic time. You could make a list of really good bloggers. At the end
need to write in complete anonymity that allows me to keep this place like an old paper diary, and to paraphrase Descartes, "I write, therefore I am."
I like to think this blog as a photo album that occasionally you can browse to see snapshots of the past, an album to give some time to important people whose opinion matters always.
Here is an album, I like the idea, because they are too lazy and distracted I really can make a few photos. And I'm a complete inability to grasp the important moments. One has to admit its limitations.
The reason for this post?
honestly do not know, but sometimes a little self-criticism is useful, then this is a public place any logical explanation of my presence I while giving, just to keep in touch with reality.
Maybe it's only rain and wind these days that make me become more thoughtful, or maybe this lunch break that never ends that forced me to write something not to die from boredom.

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small daily misadventures

Morning cold, that cold you just dazes the alarm wakes you from the wonderful world of dreams. Giri
home waiting for the coffee comes out hot with the vain hope that we can bring some heat relief. Nothing
go in a hurry, I realize that everything is running in slow motion and I have to recover some lost time.
Angry with the world and by the time I rush to the bathroom talking to himself as crazy. Here are
and ready to go, insert the key into the lock of the garage, repeating a gesture for granted, with a less obvious result.
Distracted by the wind and turned to look at the trees bent by the same, I realize that I have the key in his hand but the door is still closed.
look good reflection of the lock and key and I quickly realize, thrilled, that is broken and that half is still inserted.
panic, seconds that never go out, I think I'll have to invent an excuse to have in office. I decide, I call my brother, he's good at these things. Nothing in fact, is too far away can not help me. According to long time to panic. Without
minimante think, revised in the house looking for something that I will be useful, I find a screwdriver. I
force on the piece of key left inside and to my surprise I open.
A joy and a security without limits take possession of me.
just a problem to be resolved after closing the door with the screwdriver: remove the piece of key.
I find a paper clip, the deformation in order to have a thin and long, I league and you're done.
is shown as an incompetent can have his moment of glory.
Perhaps in the end find some show you some good.
lost time: 5 minutes.
And go now I feel the master of the world, small enough things to greatly increase their self-esteem. Do not you think?

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one day I'll be a mac user


Thursday morning, waiting for me that would change the car's windshield, I took a long walk from the main shopping center of Cosenza, in the company of my dear friend.
Accomplice to the dreary, cold morning, suddenly, we took refuge inside the Apple store in Cosenza. Sincerely
is so long that the transition to machines on the apple I try so incredible. Every day that passes more and more I think that this step is necessary. This account
my part I do use it purely laptop. Once the transition scared me for a number for reasons that are not here to explain, but when I put hands on that beautiful white macbook all my doubts have vanished in an instant.
I decided to put his hand to the old desktop computer, which I abandoned for two years now, and for my carelessness is thrown in a corner waiting for a new life.
But now its part of the drive makes my laptop, which is a real brick with respect to the weight.
Why the macbook?
Simply because it is beautiful, functional and above all because I have the experience of a machine with an operating system other than the usual, and then Mac is a philosophy of life: I do not need more words.
For the moment I stopped the uncertainty the moment, but I planned that by 2009 this will do little madness.


The day is traditionally the day of the Immaculate Conception, mostly in the family Christmas tree.
represents the final transition to the upcoming holidays. Despite a terrible cold is making me crazy, I got the euphoria of the moment, at first, in fact cleaning the computer room (where I can escape to a hole) that was not touched for two years. The litter had accumulated in excess and not tell you the powder.
Now I have fixed everything in a functional way, with PC peripherals ready to be used. I said goodbye to cords invading the other room used up to now, I can not wait to buy wireless modem for ADSL so I say goodbye to the damned white wire.
Now is a really nice room, with all that I need immediately available.
Then, to make the tree, I loaded a CD of Christmas songs and off.
I miss only decorations I had promised myself to buy, but as usual I did a good job.
Christmas is coming, and it feels like every year is a mystery at this time manages to excite us and suddenly makes us optimistic.
The kid in all of us, whirling relives the magic of this period and as purely symbolic, the home, he always manages to Mostar the best of us.

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After nearly broke a finger in the door of the car, so that today it is almost all black and I'm afraid that is approaching the day when I leave the nail, and then happily reborn. But just thinking about it makes sense to me.
buffered After a parked car in reverse and have added another blow to the bumper. After all the broken
technological objects: the PC, external hard drive (later changed on the fly), the French case cd defective.
After all this, as if costs were not enough as sudden, unscheduled and detrimental to my mental health, last night sitting in the car, under the soft light of a lamp, which does what 'all romantic effect, with the highlighted while rain fills the beam, yellow ocher. Well
the light of that lamp, I noticed a deep crack in my windscreen from the top and stretched for about 30 cm.
My surprise to you can imagine, my concern before all this bad day, it left room for the swearing of the day.
This morning I discover, initially, I anticipate that the amount to change it all (it is already bigger than a 2 euro coin, you remember the real audience) and then I will be refunded all. But cabbage
anticipate € 400 is always a nice punch. I already imagined my miserable Christmas, with all projects sautéed with gifts to the limit, you know between crisis and unforeseen costs, better not to overdo it.
But I do not give up: call the toll-holder and tell me that I change it at participating stores without anticipating a penny, I just have to move up to Cosenza and lose a morning's work (in any case I should lose half a day or find a car part-time).
does not seem true, I book the surgery for tomorrow (the next half day would be free next Wednesday), the windscreen dellla big issue is available for luck, two hours of surgery and everything will be alright.
avoiding the police report, these days there is a dramatic increase of checkpoints.
Above all, avoid the fact that the gap goes to cover my view of driving, it is almost frontal.
The fault was in excess of a machine, made a splash as a poor little stone projectile.
misfortune in the end I was lucky (but it is early to talk about it, we'll see tomorrow), I can act without fainting.
I believe that bad luck in not necessary. What good is taking it with the same subject, I feel a little duckling of the situation. In the end I just have to laugh about it and be optimistic about an accident-free period 'in trusting the arrows to the best influences and a new found confidence of luck.
A tip: put the cover glass in addition to your RC car and the support for the replacement machine.
profits often come back and do not cost that much, especially when compared to the hassle of spending is not calculated in a given period.

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the fly

Still dazed with his head the fever is not yet completely over. After two days in bed with a virus to fight violent and still without a valid explanation. Probably has been the rain on Friday that without any notice I have invested in full force.
This morning I woke up in a sweat, I do not think so either get sweaty after a game of football, to the point that in two days I lost almost two pounds, this is to let you know in what conditions Physical poor I am. I'm tired and weak, and slightly confused to the point that hardly get into the swing of the day.
The beauty is that I am faced with a series of commitments that can not be returned.
A post on the fly just because I'm in a great place to take a little break.
I am close to Tropea and the spectacle of the sea, deserted beaches and a day too hot to winter.
many memories, so many times bind me to these places, but now I do not understand the enthusiasm of that time, it is always too easy to project my thoughts to the past.
With the idea of \u200b\u200bcontinuing to arrive in the evening to rest and recover a little of my strength, I leave you with the image of blue sea and a little rough on this beautiful day that does nothing but cuddle with the idea that lasting happiness is just around the corner.