Wednesday, February 24, 2010

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What does the word for you ... Handle? Maybe none, maybe hand to someone is very much indeed. This is because each of us associated with the words seemingly trivial memories more or less strong. There may also be words which are linked to unpleasant events, such as fork myself (yes, I was a child fork in the head by a fellow asylum). In other words, words taking shape and different amounts depending on who the law as the law when the law.
Have you ever tried however to expand this vision to something more challenging, for example, the values \u200b\u200bthat everyone has? I am reminded of the honor, each one of us certainly has a view, albeit slightly blurred, other than that maybe our sister rather than our father. This is because in fact, they tend to see the world in their perspective and to consider things with your meter. In fact, seeing things through the eyes of others is certainly something very difficult and on the other hand, that argument would require a very exhaustive investigation.
Returning to but everyone has a different conception of values, because there Adentro in the climax of the speech by proposing as a method of comparison ... Friendship? This friendship, this theme is so sickly sweet girl and Nutella. The thing is friendship for you? I can think of a post I read some time ago in a forum that is moderated "Ah, for me, friendship is a huge boiata, I have no time to waste on such things ...". The person who said this sentence, it seems, had a very particular conception of friendship, especially so as to be considered a useless and unimportant. Other people see friendship as something so precious to put almost the same level of love: to quote a dear friend "Friends are the brothers that I've decided I" certainly does a lot Mulino Bianco that but the idea is to make as does the subject of "friendship" from person to person. There are people however, perhaps the most disturbing in my opinion, they consider friendship as a social convention that is something they must submit as required by the company. Digression on my comments on to concerns that I raise these people: they, at least those who say they find friendship useless take a position, as well as those who myeloma consider the most noble and pure values, but consider it on equal footing with himself the bathroom every day for not stink, rather that comb in the morning otherwise it seems crazy, at least to me, of disquietude.
To dissect further the argument, one might consider the friendship itself, and because it has so many facets to different people before us. Friendship fact, let's face it, this is not for everyone: a similar relationship involves a great deal of energy and commitment truly remarkable. Being a friend of a person can mean many things, for example, offer a shoulder to cry on in times of sadness, a hand to grasp those in need, a voice to listen to reassure you that in times of uncertainty, a dispenser of advice in short rather than handkerchiefs or chocolates (You know, chocolate is a good antidepressant!). Being a friend of a person, however, may mean also and above all else: open yourself to another, allowing him to see your weak side, the one that needs more protection and support, allowing him to stay by your side when you are afflicted (or afflicted, any woman who ever is reading the blog I'm dimenticatodaddio) handed over your uncertainties and trusting in him, his friend. Well, many people are not capable of this, many people simply make friends "passive" (no, not yield to your waiting for a 90 "stroke"), nodding when you talk to him, dispensing advice pennies and feeling so affixed with the consciousness. Eh, Unfortunately, the friendship is not a line but requires a one-way exchange of "amicosità", otherwise one of the two nodes sooner or later break the connection (and thanks to Prof. Marchiori networks for inspiring me this metaphor XD). Perhaps this is the biggest challenge of friendship: Not everyone wants to let them penetrate the sharp bark of sea urchin!

James Quadrio

PS: Forgive the terrible post last night, it will be terrible grammatically, lexically and structurally awkward limp. I But got the inspiration to write something about the hole I'm blogging, and then I did ...!

PS: I would like to thank a friend who has inspired me in writing this article, in the sense that talking to him, we just touched the topic of friendship in these terms: D

Friday, February 19, 2010

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Tuesday, May 5, 2009

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After the pause of
fotoritoco (and I believe it is not over yet so sure that I will still scare with my crap XD) I go back to offer my short stories. What I'm going to post today was written shortly after "A journey home, so let's say in October-November. Enjoy this story and if there are errors of some kind do not hesitate to segnarali so I can correct them!


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was slightly nervous, and you could see from that tic that accompanied him for some years now: when he was deep in thought, continued to turn up their noses at regular intervals, almost like a clock that was ticking her hands constantly.
The head continued to strive with strange theories that might explain what he had just seen. How did he know that individual Cristina Alessio, and above all, from what we knew to be so close?
Those paranoid thoughts were interrupted abruptly screams. In the park where it was, two men had started a fight. Did not know them, but it was strangely attracted to quell'animalesco note: it was a fight in a woman? Some non-payment? A personal insult? One had tried to rob the other? Curiosity was a lot, and that situation just fell bean to distract him from his thoughts. By making cautious, he approached the small group of people that had formed around the two combatants. " They were two men, the first blond, about five feet and seventies, but in a thin build, wearing a T-shirt and shorts, football was probably jogging before the fact, while the second was much higher, probably one meter and eighty, brown hair, but still sturdy enough to build lean and sporting a full instead wore this stylish short jacket and tie. Operator of a bank? Representative? Managerial? Mah ..
The blond boy, who was renamed in his head, "Mr. A" was very well taking the lead of the massive "Mr. B", the two continued to constantly exchange insults of various kinds, and when he flew some punch or slap, the funny thing was precisely that while Mr. B seemed to put much effort and strength in the shots deliver a mystery to them instead of blocking and dodging with agility and spontaneity out of the ordinary, as he had done nothing else in life. The whole scene
's sparked a big laugh, of course because he feared that interior, exterior that sentiment, the two litigants would be centered on him. It was almost like seeing one of those comedies in black and white, those silent with subtitles.
But because that fight? She had not yet realized in fact, so he decided to seek an explanation for an old lady who was in the front row enjoying the show, in short, is the classical nosy old ladies, who always know everything about everyone. When he uttered the fateful words, her eyes lit up of the elderly, I hardly expected more. From what I understood, Mr. A, while jogging, had raised a small cloud of smoke near the bench where he lay, Mr. B, had informed it that the crime but apparently, Mr. A was listening to the music and had not heard the call. At that point, the belligerent Mr. B had risen and had launched a push to the blond, making him tumble lands. In short, a skirmish of what you hear on the news, which sometimes ends up stabbing one another. Fortunately, the situation had degenerated to the point, but it was interesting to note that two adults for a fact so insignificant, they had raised all that curtain.
Thus, in his mind, the thoughts began to move again, this time relating to Mr. A and Mr. B: just could not understand their behavior, it would have been tempted to stop the two litigants and engage in a deep conversation with them about why their actions, on why all that anger had sprung from so simple a measure; wanted in short, deeply analyze the psyche of the two individuals, to identify the causative reason.
When he returned to reality after a long session of "Curl Nose", noted that the crowd had thinned out by now, and Mr. A and B were gone. It was all done for the better it seems ... "Oh well, it will be the next fight at the park, "he thought aloud. Then he picked up a leaf from the ground and began to walk towards the parking lot, lost in thought again.