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And here we are, last post of this tormented, 2010, flew in a flash, yet slow and sleepy like a sloth.

I stop to reflect on the year that is ending, and what we will begin a few hours.

on what I want, I already know they do not want, to have to avoid, you can not have, people I want on my side. And on those who would just better not.

That past was to be the year of rationality. And luckily it was.

Let's say I gave blow.

One year after all quiet, with no shocks or bad news. With emotions almost always under control, with the nerves in their place and very, very few roller coasters. Just as well, that it took a little break. I look and I tell myself that I've had worse. So much so, and so should be enough for now.

I put away some of illusion that sooner or later and I'm glad that's enough of me, I managed things well.

... thank

The friends that you save the wrong mood or an evening with a smile, a draining herbal tea or a lip-gloss colored.

My house which is increasingly becoming a nursery and a den where I seek refuge. And maybe I am, even if not every day.

My family now, as happened not too many years, is a place of serenity and affection without becoming a cage. Present but not intrusive.

Pruning bonsai, painful but necessary order not to lose the plant its shape, because it's just never change and change a little every day.

The firm certainty of the things that I did not want, that the holiday should be avoided, the conventions that not apply, at least for me.

maturity choices, awareness of reality and intelligence to change your mind whenever you need it.

The long work on myself, inside and out and learn to accept that quell'insicurezza will always be a part of me. In spite of everything.

Who does not want me and I do not deserve it, who wants me but does nothing for me, who goes by but does not go away, but who has not stood still, who calls me every day and then I look for most people, who decided to change life and no longer remembers the address of my house, and who, despite everything, still finds time to spend with me.

Why all in their own way, taught me something.

Ligabue I Concert, with the adrenaline that goes up, the voice that goes down and forced to sing those words that seem to think and written for me.

sudden departures and impromptu gatherings, which are nevertheless the best.

The things that really do not expect those in which you hope to the end, the things that deep down you already know how else to go and those who take an unexpected turn on the way. And those who take as they come.

superficial people that are always sure of all the doubts of intelligence.

And then the trunks of feelings locked with a key that you do not know where, but for now it is much better not to try them anyway because apriresti.

Who is in the heart and who does not go away from the head.

myself, the desire and strength to always remain I always want me well and the effort to learn to be in a showroom, not to discount.

I meet new people and old conflicts.

Projects, those who have already taken shape in my head, those who are now only a vague idea.

I wish that 2011 was a year too light and not to be taken seriously.

Actually no, we're at the highest point. I want a big year at a cloudless sky, the sun all day. I do not want only peace, I also moments of real happiness, I want friends, laughter, parties and travel. I want job satisfaction and feelings at home. I love, I choose life. I want a long and fragrant spring, I

starry skies and moonlit nights.

I want to take everything, absolutely everything that life can give me, and more.

Ok, now I'm really ready.

Cheers. For myself, life and the new year.

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prepare for the new year! ...


prepare to toast the 2011 ...

There is the illusion that the new year will be better ... we hope of course that is so, then the expectations are regularly denied! It is not our fault, but of those who represent us. It should always end up the year before was better and was better ...

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But the New Year that will have to be optimistic ... this picture does it represent this view.

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Vanni six bad, no more traps.

Pamela, What do you mean that your life took a turn ...? Did you find peyote in the salad mimimarket of Cristina? I have vague memories of Dean Moriarty ...

Princic Tell me where's ...!

Vittellozzo spritz the spring, and work to Prosek-debate-debate, at least for these last moments, you need something stronger. The bill is on me.

If you want you can leave me a script, but not raging, I beg you! Stay

tuna, please.

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In my experience though unconvinced hot date, I made a rapid and simple fact: there is a physiological time it takes to really understand how a person, or at least, do you look for from you and from life.

Yes, because the first meetings are always a little tense, the desire and the intention to make a good impression with the other, perhaps to be more self-confident, or perhaps less encumbered, more attentive, less timid, more interesting. But then, after a while ', if you have the patience to go a bit' well, you know better.

In fact, even with the Frog-Prince, has been and is a bit 'so. After a

beginning of a true Officer and a Gentleman, for some time began to take an ugly turn.

Why do not deny it, to know a new person requires commitment. Or at least, requires time and interest necessary for dating, being together and understand each other.

It 'obvious that, if neither is willing to sacrifice something of its well-organized and committed to devote time to another, unless the condition is basic to know, and we might as well give up.

Now, as is well known to all those who know me a bit ', after a minimum of ten hours straight in the studio, I sit at night I love very small house in relaxation, a bit 'of TV news in a few pages of the book, and napping. Obviously, if someone invites me out, or if a friend's birthday, or if there is some entertaining evening, a cinema or anything, just go out willingly.

It seems, however, that this aspiring prince, who hath been already played the crown and, as for me, even the white horse, has commitments (... that, you know, the friends with whom to drink beer are fundamental to the life of a forty-year) every night and it's only free, as chance would have it and not even on the rare evenings when I'm busy. I propose a compromise, a commitment I move, as long as lofaccia him well, but not captures.

Indeed, as if I had not a taste of being a "big job" of responsibility, it also tells me that you are stressed, who has no time for practically nothing.

I tell him clearly that, in all honesty, I do not want to do these tricks, which I'm not going to chase anybody, that if there is, well, and if not, well the same.

He tells me he shot me, I reply, with a nice coup de theater, the ordinary like the Barilla penne, who like him if they are to the consignments. A pallet, indeed. That work and the rest are just the perfect excuse for an interest in me that, let's face it, I really think a little 'Scarsini.

What people are tired of mediocre, superficial and stereotypical, and apologies that some may even be good for her friends, but not for me.

What if there are certain conditions good, if not, I thank the doctor, go ahead and waste, that the better one ...

And it happens that, after yet another angry reaction when I noted that I are never free, I lose all patience, he does a little touchy on, resentment, disappointment, and me down complete the chain. At all, really.

I pass a couple of days without me hearing. Him as well.

And I realize that not only did I miss it one bit ', which not only do I wonder where is / what she is doing / why not call me, but I feel even freer, more peaceful, more in balance with myself. Why is it still be a great sadness to 'I'm the point, almost thirty-five.

I let this feeling in stand-by, partly because he now spend Christmas with relatives. Moreover, he has lost quite a few 'points ...

Last night, I'll get her a text message: "Sorry for everything. Are already complicated mine, and is not an easy period of my life. If you allow me, I'd like to invite you to dinner when I get back. "

I only: "Life is not easy for anyone, really. At no time. "

He said, 'Ok, you're right on this. So, welcome dinner? "

course, my self-esteem goes a little bit better, and I must admit that it became a matter of principle. But I do not know if I go out to dinner with you, I have to think.

Then, maybe tonight, calmly, I answer. To my busy schedule I've got a big job, so many responsibilities, Friends one thousand, two hundred and dinners are also very stressed ...

Meanwhile, cute, you're there to boil your soup a bit '.

Why now, yes, that really shot me ....

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As promised here is the post on London in B & W.

E 'the last post this year, and it is fine, believe me, as the gherkin you'll see soon.

do not know if I'll make more.

For now I give you these moments yet. Happy holidays to

Vanni tonna that very little, to the Bramuzzo Alex's Family Band from South Africa, Pamela with his flying pigs ... (I'm not his uncle)! A

Vittellozzo Silverdeschi (but you could not pick a better name ... I know, maybe Edwin Bishop, and Jason Fair, or Frank Mailbourg or Skott Kacinsky or ...)

A Marko , Grand Knight of Rodinal (spends a lot of money to the markets by buying camera, unbeknownst to his wife ...) Where is the

Princic ? ... It 's a long time since I do not see ... Do you have news you? I miss him!

However, this is London, greetings to all and happy holidays!

Take care, be good and charitable, it's Christmas!

But who wrote in Piccadilly Circus "Try it", the psikonano ?.

MP

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Where were we ...

not step away from this spot for several days. I would say that, for a year now, is the first time that I leave spend so much time without writing.

I seemed not to have anything more to say.

Then, I reread some pages of the old blog, so wisely saved and carefully preserved and, once again, if he could ever serve, I realized how important it is for me to write, how well do I pull out the thoughts and turn them into a reassuring black and white.

So I decided to move from here, at least sprinkle a bit 'and open the windows to change the air, which is still my home, this one.

that started a year ago that I had irretrievably broken heart, destroyed their self-esteem, and without which I thought could no longer live.

A year ago I just want to sleep and wake up on January 7. I hated the idea of \u200b\u200bChristmas, the city lit up and decorated I was very ill and I felt a deep sadness.

Today, fortunately, is no longer the case.

today that it is right here in town, not far from me, but I did not even want to hear, let alone even met him. No longer exists.

the evening, when I leave the studio and through the middle, I look at the magic of the illuminations that run Lucette. ... I find magical. Yet, I think they are the same as last year. Maybe it's me, different.

In any case, just to clarify, we say that the last post I wrote is not changed very much in my life. I am not sure were the days that have left their mark ...

I worked so hard, I unexpectedly had a very important assignment that brought me to the center of local news. I must say, it's always a little effect in the role of the great criminal lawyer, friends and acquaintances that make me compliments because they read my name in the paper. But unfortunately sometimes they do not know to do is to judge ... after all, is always the case, everyone chooses your truth.

I saw very dear friends who are proudly brought together at my house in front of a steaming plate of cous-cous and tasty. And we talked about us, about life, dreams and projects, and we laughed some types of popular and maybe even kissed a million years ago, and we have a little 'cried because life is always much more powerful but easy.

On these occasions, although I am always grateful for the work, children, life, we are still us, and because better deals are always those three.

I had a bad weekend, with the bad company of the wisdom tooth that decided to make themselves heard, including antibiotics and Grandma's old remedy, cloves to anesthetize.

Really knackered on Sunday afternoon ... And then you say you think of health, which some people think that to which you do not think you ...

L. I've seen and reviewed, not yet promoted to Prince but even more frog.

and I invited him to come out tomorrow night with my friends. And then I regretted having done so because they present with a type means answering questions, give explanations, and perhaps be willing to give him a minute space in your life that when I do not know if there is.

And then I regret that I regret, because in my turn, I trust the world, will not tell you that I take the blows. But I'm so, so I decided to relax a bit 'armor and, though I still live only a week at a time, this time I expect pretty much everything ... and do not necessarily have to be perfect.

But at least I know how it ends.

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London few days to a few years ago.

of Celtic origin and port of the Roman Empire, London is a city where more than 300 languages \u200b\u200bare spoken and the atmosphere is really buzzing. Then if there you are with Vitellozzo Silverdeschi and go together to drink some beer ... the excellent pub, well then come the "beer debate" that bite if they are dreaming! And thanks to that beautiful walk along the Thames from Parliament to the City, and recommend to everyone (from the banks of the London Eye).

It 's very easy to get in this city: go to the airport of Ronchi, take a flight of Air and Rayan you are after almost two hours at the airport of Stansted . Get the bus that takes you Terravision (passing through Tower Bridge) into the heart of the city to Victoria Station. From there, continue to your hotel using the convenient and easy subway (The Tube ).

Then the days will pass too quickly!

The next post will be with pictures (of London) in black and white.

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say: "Vanni, stay tuned!"

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I do not know if I believe in God

In truth, I do not know what I believe.

I know that I believe in something, or at least I know that I try to do it. But I also know that I can not recognize in Catholicism, trapped in an endless series of need / no must, of commandments and prohibitions that seek to outline our actions and our ideas in faults and sins, in right and wrong. And who refuses to adapt to the times we are living.

also know that it's been a while 'I'm looking for answers. About myself and things that happen. Or Captain. Why I want desperately to make sense of things, because I'd like awfully to be able to explain this life in which I never feel completely at ease.

Why I want to be sure I have the tools to go beyond my limits.

Why I'm wearing this sense of precarious for years, because for too long I feel suspended to fend for myself and my weaknesses. Emotions, my fears and need to know that there's more. Or maybe just to love or be loved a little 'more.

Yesterday, quite by accident, I had an interesting chat with a young and modern priest, one of those who, for once, I speak your language, not of the questions that you are surprised, perhaps a child and bit 'too down to earth, your doubts, one of those phrases that you can throw in there provocatively, but basically they are the fruit of your skepticism, the anger never subsided into this life that you always take away a bit' more than gives you.

E 'was hard, emotionally. Very hard, one of those earthquakes interior capable of bringing down at least 50% of your certainty.

I spoke to my mother, how I miss it, especially at this time, to what still is incomprehensible to me that this design so magnanimous and merciful God, if there is, he thought for me.

how little convincing and comforting for me is his response: God offers us eternal life, after this there will be wonderful for you, where you reunite with your loved ones and live in the bliss of the elect.

not enough for me, dear Father, because while I'm here, soon be Christmas and she is not there, as there was in recent years, and there will be one day if I ever get married, and will not be with me and my sister the day we have of children.

not I'm happy to know that we'll be together in the next life. I would be able to embrace here today in this life. Go for a walk downtown with her, have lunch together on Sunday.

is that there is little to do, if faith is a gift, I might not have been given.

Maybe I studied too, before the Greek anthology, then a lot of philosophy and history, then right too, and today my rational mind does not allow me to overcome the empirical data, to see beyond, or outside of things.

The strange thing is that when I think of my mother, as if I could see me, guide me, support me, and perhaps, at times I also had the strong sensation of it close, as if it were sitting there, two chairs farther in a cinema, or train, or walk down the street.

But it's been a while 'who do not feel that I turn to you for help, I stopped believing. At that something higher, which could be a God, in life, in my ability to deal with it.

is that you deceive yourself now out of them, certain things. Do you think we can go on the same, I say give an explanation, but at least resign. But I just can not, accept. Instead just a nothing, and my mind becomes a web of questions, which I can not find answers on time.

Perhaps because, as a psychologist friend tells me, there really is not much to understand. We should think less, have a lot of that strength to be able to take it as it comes, to follow the flow of things without making the effort to go against. Be happy with what you have, not worried about what we're missing.

I need to think, I need to write these few sentences, perhaps inconclusive, perhaps trivial, surely rhetorical. And I try to do that exercise you suggest in these cases, which they say is good, for once, at least in my case, sports psychologists and priests agree: try to think that it is not obvious you there tomorrow . It 'as if today was your last day on earth.

What are the important things with you? Which ones you are missing?