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In the last few weeks is going one thing that I did not expect: I'm having fun.

I'm leaving, I'm seeing people, I'm aware of another, and I'm laughing, organizing, planning things. And I'm tired of scrubbing everything. Think of, the insecurities, the usual Paturnie, both those that are there and no one takes me, so we should not think about it.

I was so once.

But it's been so long ago that I even remembered.

I was the one who left home on Friday evening and did not return until Sunday evening if not for some quick change of clothes, jumping from side to side to make a greet all the different groups of friends scattered around the province. What did not disdain not two little steps of salsa, a drink, unscheduled exit on Wednesday evening. What a game on two feet for the weekend with friends.

one we all know, the first one to mess with a variety of options to go out on Saturday night.

no coincidence that last night I came back to a place called the terminal is that today, unfortunately, no longer exists. It was a bad place in the middle of nowhere, mosquitoes in summer, heavy fog in winter, with the newspaper in place of wallpaper, chairs colored by the owners, the low ceilings and large wooden tables where they went up to dance . Adored him. As was unpretentious, and for people because often put Ligabue. I think I'll try to go there before, just to feel the taste six memories.

But that was before.

first of many lives, many things, so many disappointments and too many reflections.

first of many decisions, and centuries of moments, tears and chills. Above all, tears.

Before this study, desperate and mad at myself, before figuring out who I was. And before you claim to know who they are, to overcome my inconsistencies, to classify a pattern in my head.

Then I had closed.

And I stopped going out, or just interested in what they did friends.

I was just fine on my own, and in many ways, still do.

Then I got the urge to run away, first to Milan and then Rome. Then, from anywhere, just go.

Then I came back the urge to stay.

Today I do not know.

But perhaps, after all, life is how we live, because as you see it see it, but it's all in how you see it.

Maybe I've changed my attitude, maybe they just are a bit 'more serene, or perhaps I stopped to point to Happiness, and I resigned myself to live a few moments of fun, when and how it is. Enrico Brizzi may be right, when in that book that I loved so much (ed. Jack Frusciante left the group) writes that "at the end of the inner balance that is not to be searched. Maybe we have it already, and we move more nervous or more, and more they move away. "

Maybe I learned to distinguish between the Friends, which is and remains always the same, fewer and more precious, and superficial knowledge, you meet one evening around, which is not necessary to speak of the mysteries of the universe, but sometimes enough even to have a laugh.

It seems to me to be back a carefree college student, only with more money in your pocket and no one tells me what time to return.

And I can also say that the Christmas lights this year I did not create that sense of anxiety which I take every year. Sure, a little melancholy, that is. But really, I do not mind.

"I think I've got a big hole in it, but also that the rock n 'roll, some girlfriend, football, some job satisfaction, the bullshit with friends every now and fill this hole in me. I believe that the desire to escape from a country with twenty thousand inhabitants means that you want to run away from yourself, and I think we do not run away from you even if you're Eddie Merckx. "Radiofreccia, Ligabue

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After a bit 'out of the aspirant with the Prince, trying to get to know a little, and calmly as possible without getting too many questions, I thought I would have one too.

I ... that meet "large", and even groped to do something nice together, it really is much, much more difficult.

Why, when you are over thirty years been a while, 'in your life, especially sentimental and emotional, have already happened many, many things. And it is inevitable that all that past is our present conditions, how to behave, to see things.

Unfortunately, at times, this bag is a little heavy to carry around, for us and for those who try to be near us.

Some was left behind, those who have suffered so much in past history, and perhaps the disappointment is still there seemed to be closed pretty cool, comes out with force and then there let go so easily.

Some have gained a good credit emotionally with their ex, but so large that it can almost make a loan, and then, afraid, suspicious, or worse, had a strong desire to take a good revenge himself to the world, towards the opposite sex, toward life.

Some people left, who has been betrayed, who so loved, who was so loved, who has confused and not know what they want, who's afraid of getting hurt, or make all ' others, those who feel lonely too lonely and just looking for someone to do a bit of road.

And then there crushes the nail nail, there are those who want to make just one more ride.

And some have so much desire to innamorasi, which could really believe it, while you, you're just what holds up the mirror, but what you see is always and only what you decide to see.

Still, some people are so well, who does not look anything special, but it's there with you, but it would continue its so hard to get a bit 'of space in his life over-committed and super-programmed, there are those who are jealous of their space, because he believes it means to lose a person to attend a bit of freedom, perhaps so painstakingly won.

Some are still there to mourn the training ship that has confused love with ... and that perhaps it was more than ever ...

I thought, if you are not a little attention, the risk is a bit 'to bring the bill to those who are there at that time, even if that poor man has nothing to do with the weight of our case. Nothing to do with disappointments, with crumbs or pieces of us. Misses with the injury, with the dreams that we had to go.

It 's just there at that time.

A little 'as when the Call-center of the damn phone company, and we answered the Federation of turn, we kindly ask in what can be useful, and we give them the blame for that mistake on the bill, or maybe the fact that they were unable to send sms.

I, to be honest, I do not know what place I come from, perhaps, to rhyme to the Liga, have been so many places, all foreigners. However, I know that I do not even recognize in my relationship with this L.

In my previous life, before the hurricane BluSal, I had never even remotely speculated to be me that is far away, that will not let go, what he calls less than the other one that is not on your toes when replying to a message gets a bit 'late. What we see each other today or tomorrow makes little difference, after all.

Because I was always the one who knows just one person, it starts immediately throughout the entire DVD of the love story, one that makes the movie ...

Perhaps because it is the first time that I No expectations, no hurry and no question to him or to do myself.

Maybe because I decided to simply take as much sun, and if a day is bad, well, well ... let it rain

Why I decided not to require anything more than what is given to me spontaneously. And I almost never happened. I'm here. And I'm watching.

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little over a year ago, I encountered this through my old blog.

Many know him as Gentleman_71, others, perhaps, have only seen passing among the most frequent visitors of my blog , the little image of a paunchy penguin on a blue background. Or have read some of his commentary is always intelligent and sharp point.

Well, that person, including a bar and a philosophical discourse, one evening on the phone told me that he wrote a book. So, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, as one would say something like today I ate the spaghetti alla carbonara.

No, he did more. He trusted me so much, to send me an e-mail the draft to read.

was a Friday. I had only printed a dozen pages of the file, just to look and see that night was. More for curiosity than anything else.

But then, once started, I could not wait until the following Monday from the office to print more pages and read them.

No, at that point, I had to know how it was going to finish the book, I had to know the fate of the protagonist David, ironic and romantic, divided between two women attractive and sexy, and Cynthia Lara, always suspended between love and his life, including not knowing exactly what he wants and the knowledge that can not be all. Among the conflicts and inconsistencies of himself and of his soul.

So, it's finished that book I've read it all in one day, the iPhone. The effort to engage in the reading from the phone, so small in character, was amply rewarded by the story worthy of the best Fabio Volo, which I immediately loved it.

I'm fond of it instantly, he and his book.

I read it all at breath. It made me curious, excited, angry, laughing, at times to move, think and dream. I recognized the characters in their stories, in weakness, in the way of taking life, restlessness and need to make sense of things.

Why " when life finds you" , is one of those books in which everyone can recognize a little bit, where everyone sees a piece of his life, about themselves, their world and their own personal history.

Then the months have passed, and while I am all for what has become my friend writer to know him, he I was so involved in his project, has given me the privilege of helping to revise the draft, he left me the honor of writing the fourth and his biography so today, on his book, there is also a little me. I say gloating with pride and gratitude.

And then, together, we both thought, discussion, reading and writing, and we chose the design for the cover, the publisher and all the rest.

It 'been a pleasure for me, a good fun as well as a great honor.

He even put up my fast-paced and sometimes my comments a bit 'direct its tendency to comb the dolls. Perhaps, as I like to tease him, he simply understood that behind every great man there is always a great woman ...

The fact is that today he is one of my best friends, one of those who, though distance, belong to my most precious everyday.

And that project, in which we both thought, I first, and made commitment, passion, enthusiasm, ideas and imagination, is now a material object.

Because it takes a minimum of sweat and heart if you do not want zero to zero. Why must believe in things. Why

Today, the book is published, the dream has become reality.

'm proud of you and so excited.
Because this is just one of those goals that are departures. I hope you will go far.
And I'm glad I did a bit of road with you.
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For you, Chimera.

Because the covenant is more narrow.

Because I know how you are. I feel your pain, I admit. Because when I try one so big, you see it and relive every time as if it were your own.

Because I believe that people who do not much we loved ever truly leave us. Do not see them anymore, but are always there to show us the way of life.

Today, no unnecessary words. Today I only have a prayer for you, Chimera.

And I hope it reaches you my most heartfelt thoughts.

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Last night, the second meeting with L., an aspiring prince. And I, at this point, I've got a bit 'of traffic in the soul.

Because life sometimes is just a bit 'strange.

Not more than two weeks ago, talking to a dear friend who knows all too well how I have done, I had a beautiful portrait of the just man, what I wanted to meet. Not because I was convinced to see him really, but so, so to speak, for the sake of dreaming a little.

I said that, for once, I wanted one just different from everyone I've met so far.

And I wanted a relaxing, one of those that make the man and let you make the woman, who says one who calls, and then call really. One with clear ideas and the peaceful life. One who lives at no more than a kilometer from my house.

One who thinks of everything, and I just need the job to get me some 'cute. And maybe waxing.

Now, suddenly, without even having tried, I find myself in front of this Law, an aspiring prince.

And he is just one way.

I organized the evening, I go to take timely and, even if it rains, it takes even the trouble to come, of course equipped with umbrella, to the gate to play at the buzzer, he mica I am ringing on the phone to get me down.

It then takes me to a nice, asks me if annoys me to the parking lot near the restaurant, maybe are dressed a bit 'leggerina. I recommend the menu, and by the way is not wrong not too my taste.

and off the phone for me to devote himself .

And then, it suits my tea without sugar, works immediately to change the light bulb, and also for programming the timer on the boiler.

I listen carefully and remember everything I say. It makes me compliments on the shoes and the blue eyes . And look at me like I'm beautiful.

even manages to surprise me when it recognizes the sculptor of the statues that I have on the library, and not that happen to me so often, to amaze me.

there I rest a bit strange, all of this. We are accustomed to.

It is certain that it is relaxing, and it is not so unpleasant, you do not have to think about anything and just focus on conversation and on the deepening of certain aspects of the character of past life.

And I also like, him. It is interesting, fun, and it's nice.

And the evening was pleasant, nothing to say.

But then, when I proposed the next round, I feel like I choked a little bit ....

You do not know if it is for me a thing.

Because I'm one who chooses, who does not choose.

I'm the one that gets by, that does not ask anyone anything and they think they can even do it alone.

hard disk, that fits very, very comfortable with the temper and ideas always very clear. One who organizes, manages, coordinates. One that has little space and even less confidence.

Someone who wants something and if the picks. Only if and when you really want. A no half measures. Black or white, all or nothing.

So ... what happens?

I was so convinced of wanting one thing and now, What do I want?

Perhaps the truth is that I do not like enough?

So you are right those who say, careful what you wish, you may get it?

Or maybe, there you have to just live a little more, and think a little bit less?

Why me, again, I did not understand ... mica

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reflects on a Saturday dedicated to the reunion with old friends.

happens three or four times a year that a friend makes a nice round of phone calls, of course, well in advance, asking everyone to keep free for this date, "so we meet with the boys." With many of them, those are now the only opportunity to see.

And I must say that is good at it, because then you find yourself in the same place every time, what you do not even need to make a date that, after all, where else?

And there they were all of them, people I know for a lifetime.

What I have seen college freshman, all ideals and enthusiasm, and one with the book "Institutions of Private Law" on that damn sudarmi pre-appeal, and torrid back in June 1996. Still other, even when the book changed, but I was always there, steady and tenacious, with colored pens to highlight and prepare for an exam after another.

Those who were present at my graduation in the spring of 2001, unexpectedly fresh, those who have cried with me for the loss of who I loved so much, those who, not later than five years ago, I went in new study, with a plan or even with their good luck.

Those who knew my boyfriends, or just live in my stories, the ones who have rejoiced at my successes, I have seen carefree, and then happy, happy, happy, tired, sad, sometimes desperate, disconsolate and then absent, preoccupied, and then alone, radiant, serene, and restless, stubborn, love, hurt. Strong and fragile.

With many I have shared many holidays around Europe or in a rented apartment by the sea, too small for all the friends of friends who stopped to sleep. With them, I organized a New Year holidays, between the sweet mascarpone and the walls too wet of a house is only open for the occasion.

With some I made some tests, I went through Italy with others in the car, in certain foggy nights when you're awake or you'll never be over, I wandered for festivals, or just aimlessly. I chatted with others about me, my fears, my dreams. Values, shoes, the mysteries of the universe.

With them I have seen concerts, sunrises and sunsets, love and betrayal.

I've been to their dinners, their marriages. I was at the baptism of their children.

I've been in new homes, I have reached the stage in Milan, Rimini, on the new job in Florence, by her boyfriend in London, Erasmus in Amsterdam. In Sicily, in Friuli, in Rome, Bologna or even in the first room. We've known for a lifetime, I know who they are and also they should know by now, who I am.

Yet.

But, for some time now, will age, will be the choices that will have changed me, life will be, but we really have to think about, because I find myself at a table with these people.

I am strange to see these men, who were once vibrant and a little boys' Cazzaro, speak only of tire temperature, sports scores and mowing the front lawn.

And the girls, those with whom I shared shopping from the high street in Paris, the confidences and cafes now are making it, knee-length skirt and string of pearls, to speak of the children of asylum, Scavolini kitchens and recipe for the cheesecakes.

I can not believe this scene from Desperate Housewives is now their life.

They, in turn, ask me about my smile with a skeptical and a little amused.

listen to my work, my meetings, interests, ideas and entertainment with an air of curiosity, a bit 'as if they were listening to the plot of a movie, or as you do when you watch the episode of a TV series: is fun, but it is not real life.

are surprised of my freedom to make and set off for the weekend without programs, the books I read, my beliefs about love and politics, people who attend or not attend, the fact that I buy the decorations Christmas tree fuchsia and silver, like the walls of the house.

Because I'm the odd one out of the box, the one over the top, one who knows the stock exchanges signed but knows nothing of sleepless nights for the first tooth, the one, marriage, knows only the theory by examination of family law at the university. Those living on clouds, that can afford to think only of herself, who could not do the grocery shopping for a family.
And that does not take anything seriously.

It 'sad to see that you do not remind me of who I am.
Yet, I have boxes full of photographs with them.

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's the second post with my pictures on this fantastic city. But why

is called the Big Apple? It seems that the term has been used for the first time in 1909 by Edward S. Martin in an essay on the city. He compared the state of New York to a large apple and fruit (apple) in New York . It was however a history of disproportionate funding, he said, than working-class areas of the Mississippi (the roots of apple).

Later in time, the term "The Big Apple " was taken several times with various meanings, up to the day when in the 70s Charles Gillet (President of the Office of Tourism) THAT dusted ' expression in the campaign to promote the city, and adopted as a symbol of a red apple NYC.

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few weeks ago, S., and the other between a preparation for the wedding, invited me to a drink and, on that occasion, he presented his friend. One of those who were present at the wedding (to a few posts ago).

The official version is that he was sorry that I did the trip alone, and that if I preferred, I could go in the car, in fact, with L. and another friend. With this

L. we exchanged a couple of organizational mail, such as reaching the church, how long it takes Ferrara-Asti, the time of marriage ... things like that.

Finally, we also exchanged phone number, if anything bother me to drive with the heels and I decide to accept that its passage last second.

Then we met at the wedding, we chatted and joked, and when we parted, L. I ago: see you in Ferrara? I said yes. But I question mark that I had not caught mica. The phrase seemed to me one of those circumstances, such as ... ok see you around ... ok, yes.

pass some days, a late-night S. I write a text message and tells me that he heard L. and L. told him that I am quite interesting, I wrote some texting, but I told him that I did not. Maybe I have not received?

control my phone and see that yes, indeed it is true. Three posts of L., zero responses on my part.

Half asleep, given time, writes: "And say to you that maybe if L. I have not replied is because I have not had time ... or more likely because I do not care. Do not you think?"

satisfied I read ... Yes, when you need it takes.

Enter.

just that, by mistake, just send that message to the L. instead of S.

I realize just a fraction of a second after you send it and I think this is just a classic fall style. And then I think ... Oh well, better this way, a step less. Patience, so I was not interested.

The next morning I find an e-mail L.: "I know that you, as a child, you did not read story books. Do not they tell you that sometimes, the frogs become princes? Ok, I give you act, maybe I'll never be a prince. But your SMS (or written wrong on purpose?) has destroyed my male pride. :-( I think, to remedy, at least you'll have to accept a drink ... :-) . Come on, at least think about it! L.

I, then, excuse me for a bit of a slip, and a little bit because basically, the email frogs and princes had clearly hit me, I thought.

And I realized I had also struck two other things of L., to marriage: the strange accent, which I then discovered to be in Umbria, and the color of the tie.

So in the end, I accepted the invitation at that 'aperitif.

aperitif was followed by an impromptu dinner in one of the most improbable of the city. All laugh. At the dinner is followed by a long walk in a deserted Ferrara, foggy and not too cold.

My apologies have become jokes, gossip, laughter, and then the discovery of things in common, not too many passions and projects.

invitation accepted for duty and half-heartedly took a different turn and has become a fun and enjoyable evening.

One of those who come as well, by chance and without thinking too much about. One of those where, at some point, you throw an eye on the clock and it is already two and its not you noticed.

I have not even kissed, and that frog has become the closest thing to a prince that I have come across a very long time.

And now let's see what happens ...

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And so, here is the post that I promised you.

comes along, a little bit because the complicated rhythms of this life will not let me think calmly, and even a little bit because my digestion, was unexpectedly a little slower than expected. Sappi so for the record, that I did not understand at all, which for me remains a mystery.
I write from the almost empty car of a train regional double-deckers, and could look down into the fields that stand out against the sky mirror in November Emilia.

Right now I feel in balance. Or maybe what I feel is simply a balance , one of many possible.

Today was a good day, because early this morning while I was still over the same track three, the rain has suddenly given way to a beautiful rainbow, and also because I finally found my beloved duvet ADD , and that is exactly how I wanted it.

Just recently, after all, check to see the rainbow, that is, unfortunately, not everyone can buy.

So, let's see if I can make readable the reflections matured in an evening of words, our words of book titles are hard to find, (which clearly have not read, and maybe I'll get directly from the author, have you ever seen me ...), passionate textures film a little snob, possibly sad, surely the French, even better if the original language with subtitles, and pieces of life stories. Of dreams and mistakes. And things went well.

was thinking about how sometimes imagine people from outside, we get an idea of \u200b\u200bhow their lives without knowing them.

and also about how we can recognize ourselves in how we see others from outside.

smile that perhaps if I am sometimes seemed a little dreamy, it's because, deep down, they are. At least, I have been, except that perhaps it was more.

Perhaps my true nature is really that.

But the way I did, inside and out, I was required to keep your feet firmly on the ground. To accept my days, to avoid disappointment, to protect themselves from the expectations. From my emotions, my fragility.

In practice, to limit the impact of the fall, I decided to fly lower. I put aside the dreamer, and I did very consciously say.

But I do not know if I was not evil, life to live.

Maybe I'm just enthusiasm and hope, but I definitely learned how to not fall, if you can learn.

So, you know what? from now on I'll take a commitment: to recover a bit of lightness, charm, positive and lost unconsciousness, because basically these are things you need, you just need a little dosarle. How and how much, still do not know, because c steep, this is not mathematics, there is no formula. Indeed, if in your research you find it, please, pass it also me.

Meanwhile, thanks for thinking that depended largely on you.

I, for my part, I dedicate this rainbow that I see today in my sky.

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I, horoscopes, I never understood anything.

Ascending, transits of planets and astrological influences all annexes and related not impress me even a little.

Jupiter for me was always just the operator of that place in Romagna, where quite a few years ago, I busted in flatbread with stracchino and the rocket leaving the disco.

Yet in this period, frequent morning train Ferrara-Bologna-BinarioTre OreSetteEVenti, elbow to elbow with commuters true, that turns you turns after a while you know all of view, made me realize that the stars do not really joking.

liked it or not, I have adapted to the daily rituals of those, a little at a time, became my traveling companions.
A cheerful group of five, sometimes six people who already knew of view and I was greeted with enthusiasm and affection, the result is almost always a seat on the Regional 7.32.
What even if the journey is short, have it up is not the best way to start the day, and who takes the train only occasionally, like me, certainly has the ability to survive in the jungle of crowded commuter cars easily irritable .

And I learned to hold the book closed, and listen to the beats one of the facts of record, the complaints of another on dishes prepared by his wife, who seems to have no proper chef's talents, tastes of another when it comes to boots.
And I learned that, more or less to San Pietro in Casale, about halfway, make their beautiful pop stars, who come in the way read the daily astrological predictions of all present and not, perhaps because, know in advance if the boss that day will be a bit strung, or if we will have a bad day, could help prevent serious trouble.

And all this, it seems that if there is a that we can trust, that's certainly Mr. Paul Fox, a magician will tell us how in our astral sky.

To demonstrate this, yesterday morning one of my traveling companions took me straight to the track three volume, "Paul Fox - Horoscope , month by month in 2010, assigning me a mandate to review, in hindsight, the horoscope of the year is ending, to see if "we took" from January to date.

Well, I must admit ... yes. For many things, yes.

Now, Mr. Fox provides for me in this queue of 2010, a great and positive change, tough decisions, new ideas, an intriguing project, "a situation astrology wealthy and facilitated transit of Jupiter in the sign."
tells me that "I'll make magic."

So, I told myself, try to believe it ... bottom, spells, not be the sole prerogative of Walter the magician, right?

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I think there is a precise moment in which everyone is called to decide what kind of person wants to be, and I believe that when faced with a wrong one can also make the conscious choice not to respond to provocation. Not to descend to that level.

But I do not mean necessarily suffer. Neither be weaker.

I believe that no reaction to the malice, stupidity or superficiality, ignorance, selfishness or hatred that are turned on him does not mean to be less able to defend themselves.

Again, as too many times now, I face the same person, what was supposed to be family, but that did not hesitate to leave me when I was alone, and when I was weak need it most.

But this time I choose to believe only in myself, in my strength of mind and of will rather than the lure of power or the logic of knowledge that count.

Once again, I strongly believe that energy costs should always be to build and destroy for ever, and I think that we should not fall into the temptation of a healthy and liberating revenge, because revenge can be gloating for ten minutes, for a day or a week, but there is no prove of greatest satisfaction to those who have hurt them that, for us, do not even exist. So that we can make it the same. Despite and in spite of them all.

I think there are values \u200b\u200bthat always be defended, even at the risk of sounding naive, because they are the ones that make us feel at peace with their conscience and make us better.

I think at times you can just take a deep breath, engage in a bit of compulsive shopping and looking up at the sky to count the stars.

And I always deafening silence of those who really knows.

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at this time, cold and sleepy on the platform of a train packed with people, I found myself haunted by a thought. One of those happen to be there, you do not know where they came from and why, but then they make you immediately see a lot clearer.

I thought, at this time in my life is going on more or less what has happened with this blog: I changed my platform.

address to which to entrust the thoughts, ways of thinking, or do not know how to explain it in different words.

course, the choice was not as forced as in step-Free Blogger. I would say that was even less aware, and motivated by different reasons. But in the end, the result is more or less the same: I can not be longer find where I was before.

is a clear feeling that an era is over, and that they have entered into a new, better or worse, is still a little early to tell. But in the meantime, so it is.

I found myself going out with some friends and do not know what to say, or do not want it anymore. Almost not have anything in common with them. Speeches trivial, obvious and superficial.

At first I tried to organize the same things together, even in the name of the old friendship, but then I realized that I did more of a sense of obligation and guilt that genuine desire to do so.

A little like when you start a discussion that goes on for long and at some point you do not remember even more because it's begun. So I I could not remember why I tied it to those friends.

So I just stopped calling. I changed the air, acquaintances and the environment. Platform, in short.

And I brought with me only those with which he is still a way to do a bit of the way together.

The thing that has made me think was that, in this passage, just as in the blog, I've lost several people on the street. Left behind or left alone and simply another hand, has a great importance. It has, however, the fact that I get asked where they are finished, they had hardly even noticed my absence.

is where, perhaps, that you know who you neighbor, whoever you want around you and who wants to close. And, sometimes, it just so, turn the page and start again.

The sages say: it makes no sense to continue to put the networks where there are no fish.