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In recent days, my dear friend S, in the middle of a conversation, it makes me, Simon's love of movies like that does not exist. Then and there did not seem to underline a sentence and so it was worth losing five minutes, but in this Sunday's cold and clear day the thought came back to that conversation and, above all in that sentence. But first things first.
I wake up around ten and a half with the sound of cathedral bells. The sky is clear even if the temperature is prohibitive: the thermometer marked -22 ° C. A pigeon walks on the window sill of the gallery and it looks like the beak "knock" at the window asking me to get him.
still dazed from sleep, his eyes half-open, go down the stairs to the loft and I open the fridge. Milk ..... here is what I had to buy a Saturday afternoon! Puff, I jam with berries and biscuits and I start sitting at the table. The house is
invaded by an unusual light, which, together with a long shower, can make me wake up at all. I get dressed and asked if two pail, a high-necked shirt, tights and a pair of jeans are sufficient to counter the cold.
go down the stairs at home and as always I wonder how the music blasting in my headphones i-pod, knows exactly how to make me remember who and what I remember. But it is in the middle of training that the thought of conversation a few days before comes to my mind. And then, as if turning on a light bulb in my brain and think about that phrase that at first I had aroused curiosity. And there are bad.
Evil as a child that has been infringed dream of Father Christmas or the Epiphany.
No, it can be. I do not. It is not true. S is lying.
finish the workout and while I shower and get dressed I kept thinking. What a strange Sunday: it's hard to eat down for a million reasons. Almost convinced me, despite my best efforts, the goodness of the thesis of S.
Yet at the end of time thinking about here is what are my conclusions.

No S is not as you say. Or at least not for me. You can call me stupid, you can call me a dreamer, you can call me deluded, but I will continue to live with the same idea of \u200b\u200blove I had when I was high it was not half now. When I saw and felt the words of my grandfather to my grandmother.
And since I could not find a better example here's what to me are the most beautiful words that a man can say to the princess.
from the film "Runaway Bride ..."

I guarantee that there will be tough times, I guarantee that sooner or later one of us or both we would like to call it quits, but I guarantee that if you do not ask you to be my whole life to regret it, because I feel in my heart That you're the 'one for me !....

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TRAINING IN LIVORNO

I struggle with my friend Alex Diliberti, world-class grappling champion, new purple belt in bjj

Wednesday, as has become customary, I went to my friend that Livorno Maestro Bernardo Serrini bell'allenamento for a view of the European championships in Lisbon will be attended by some members of the Rio Grappling Club

As always, the evening was set by an excellent heating, study techniques, five or six rounds of six-minute sparring and stretching before the final well-deserved shower: in short, the usual great workout that takes place in the Popeye Club Livorno, where each time is becoming a bit 'more highly regarded as the highest technical level this!

short, the appointment of a journey is really important to grow and to be together with friends and fans of jiu jitsu ... advise everyone to tread the tatami Leghorn, it is really worth!

valeu!

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But the songs do not betray you. Even those who do can betray you, but the songs, your songs, the ones that you wanted to say something, you always find them there when you want to find them. Intact. It does not matter will change if those who sang them. If you want to know my songs, your songs you can trust.

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If you want to ask me: Well, besides the fact that the songs, your songs, you can trust, I would add that your songs do you know much better than you know yourself. The music has this great power. With music you can communicate what it is, you can say what you pensa.Una song can be much better than a thousand words. Music can be the setting for a thrilling moment. Music can make you breathe a time when your lungs just do not seem to want to know. The music is there, ready to make you dream and take away. It 'just not there when you finish to let you stay and live light seems impossible.
There are times when you turn on the radio and magically the right piece is there for you. I could tell fine. It probably would not believe me.
The music I came inside and I had not even finished putting up all the milk teeth. Stumbling around the house as the worst drunk scanticchiando between one room and the other "Sellout" by Renato Zero. My father got me started, like a little bit all of my generation, the songs of the '60s, the Beatles, Dylan, Ella Fitzgerald and Franklin Arethra, Mina and Baptists. My grandfather instead Domenico Modugno and Renato Carosone. I have to thank for the Doors my sister. As for Litfiba. How many differences eh.
I love all music. And I do not like the mental categories that exclude types than others.
Good music is good music. And for me this is tantamount to "feel" something every time I hear a song. No matter if the song is rock, pop, classical, pop ..... or is this or quel'altro. Of course I would be hypocritical if I did not admit to have my favorite authors. To have a musical genre that approach more often and more willingly. But this does not stop me feel really anything.
Music is my constant companion here in Poland. E 'with me in the morning when I wake up, when I work, when I get home at night and I do the shower, when I cook.
runs through my veins. The luck is that it can take up my guitar and still, 34 years old, to have dreams of rock 'n roll. Continue to live by ear even if it clashes bad.

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LEVER ARM TO ...

Excuse me, but when I saw this picture on the internet I could not resist ... I had to post it ...! :-)

Good training to all ... also to those in gym class did not like girls ...

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January 14 - BIRTHDAY MAMMA

the clock radio was still working in the kitchen, which for years has marked the two. Italian music crackled in the morning light of June magical flavor. The sky was bluer than ever to get drunk and the sun light throughout the interior. I believe I have ever see in my life as a yellow sun.
I was three years old and you "expect" Francesca. Beautiful in your dress with purple flowers, and humming a little lunch prepared on the radio ... This
the memory softer and more alive than I will always carry with me. Everywhere I go, wherever I will. And that makes me feel like that every morning when I will try a bit of home.
Today is your birthday, BIRTHDAY MOM!
And today more than ever I want to hear your voice. Tell me more about you: what you dream of, how you dress, how you combed your work, via Nazionale.
Tell me if I was in your thoughts at the time and if that was the son you wanted ...
You taught me everything. All I know. You and Dad.
To you I have the sensitivity, kindness, ability to listen without interrupting. To you I owe the balance and the ability to rationalize everything. To you I have the ability to understand others.
To you I have the desire to help those in need and sense of duty.
To you who I am now. To you and all your sacrifices.

Tonight I can not be physically with you to celebrate. I remember the morning of my departure. I remember and cherish your sms. I know you understand my choices, however you have always done. Know that you are always with me.
If you could have a magic wand to give you something I would not doubt that we'll give you a bit of lightness. Too much time I saw a shadow on his face. Too much time "you're not left alone." I would love to see you smile like that morning in June of a long, long, long ago.

You're a great woman Mom! Enjoy it all! In the face of those who did not understand, who does not know the face, the face of a life who did not have it and try to hold on to yours, but especially for me! Especially for you!

And then there remains for me to send you a kiss. To you. To my mom: Happy Birthday Happy Birthday!
I love Simone

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IT STARTS AGAIN!

Terminate the Christmas holidays, he took the belt, without the seminars, we were fully resumed the constant practice and (almost) daily ... Who really wants to make progress in disciplines such as jiu jitsu and grappling can not expect to train occasionally and without a constant effort.

course, training should be a pleasure, never a stress, as well as sport is an aspect of life, is not everything, especially for someone like me and my students, not a professional wrestler and not just live of this.

Work, family, training and, of course, leisure and relaxation, I am convinced that everything can be reconciled, and why not, integrate, and if the jiu jitsu is taken for what it really is, ie not only disciplined life and personal self-improvement method, but also as a way to download and fun the tensions of everyday life, then every time you wear the kimono are unable to assimilate and appreciate any content that may suave art form.

Well ... As for me I could never pull this with our unique method of fighting, too much is the passion and the rewards are many.

I hope that everyone who is to tread the mat for the first time be able to guess now the potential that jiu jitsu is able to create in the individual ... I have understood and, I assure all newcomers or those already passionate about the fight, it's worth going down this path to the end.

good workout at all and still good 2010!

constant practice, commitment, passion ... key to a good jiu jitsu fighter