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The next day ...

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I wondered yesterday if the whole write or not write something because I do not know if she is a woman who does not know, but these are days, like those on 8 March that will take you to do all sorts of thoughts ...

So to curb the problem I thought I'd ask, and March 9? Yes, the day after, what happens? apart from the withered mimosa if we did not adequately put in fresh, but the world has become aware that on March 9? Is there something else in the world that makes me feel more peaceful to live my life?

I'm afraid not, today we women, girls, daughters, mothers, wives, sisters, friends, girls who have to deal with men and boys, fathers, husbands, brothers, friends, guys. We are different and proud of it, always in search of a role, that of which we have invested, what we have imposed, what they took, what makes some turn up their nose and other value in the name of tradition. We are united and we are divided, we are stronger when we do not expect that we will be, and we unexpectedly fragile. We cry out of anger and love, in sadness and smiles there. We choose the men, and others they will end up next. We give up, fight, make choices and we know too rethink ourselves.
We are this and a thousand other things, we are everything and its opposite, and we have not yet arrived.
But today, today is March 9 and no more than 8, what are we doing to make our future a little 'more just?

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"Why the German?"

This is the question that I can do since I started university, and usually give the answer that begins to explain that in my school career I had only studied English, then still the choice of a second language meant Starting from zero, then at that point there were many languages \u200b\u200b"equivalent". Sure, I could choose a Romance language, would give less problems with the common origin of my mother tongue, but French seems a little 'snob (or maybe I am ...), only the French and English was (and is) inflated, more choice is a second language after English! Choose the German wanted to say, however, navigate the Anglo-Germanic languages \u200b\u200b(and hence a common heritage with English), choose a language requested by enough job ... Then

usually talk with my partner who points out that the German is a language of "hard" sounds militaristic, not malleable, almost unpleasant to hear ...

Here, on this I just do not agree! He certainly many consonant sounds (so to speak), but let's not forget that hundreds and hundreds of Lieder were written in this language. Schumann found a way to devote so beautiful words of love to his beloved Clara . And some years before Schubert had also used the poems of the poets of his land to make up some great lieder cycles.



German is the language of the Sturm und Drang, the pre-romantic period quell'appassionato which provided among other things, a lot of useful material distributors and chocolates for Valentine's Day cards. And 'the language of great philosophers, including me name even Kant and Hegel, is the language in which it is written in short, a formidable culture.


E 'the language of Nazism, of course, the language in which massive atrocities were said by men over men, in which ideas have been manipulated for the purpose of causing pain. And it is a language that is aware of his history of this story, in which certain terms are no longer neutral, but should be avoided because they attract too shameful sins.

E 'a language that made me sweat, repent, sweat, cry, laugh, embarrass, and that continues to fascinate me. Every now and say that if I went back I would make a different choice, perhaps it is really so, but now I know that I would lose something, for better or for worse ...

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What is love ...

When you ask what love is,

imagines two hands burning

encountered,

two gazing into each other, two hearts that tremble



before the immensity of a feeling ,



and a few words to make a moment forever.


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"The beautiful country where the" yes "sounds" Dante said as much, no?
The Italian language has a particular sound, which is close to the music perhaps more than other languages. Yet it seems strange to think of it, because the Italian is really an abstract thing, even in pronunciation. Who among us does not recognize when a Neapolitan's got in front and heard him speak, even if not using the dialect? And the same goes for a Venetian, a Milanese, a Sicilian ...
And then the sound that says where it came from Dante? a musicality of the words themselves? maybe ...

When I went to Germany for the first time with a group of Italian friends happened at times that " autochthonous "stop in next to us while we were discussing to decide what to do for the day. In silence we watched, smiling. Once one of them took the trouble to explain" how nice to hear you speak, you feel like singing .. .
There was smiling, because it seemed so strange ...

Perhaps the Italian, with a capital that is really just the language of poets, that we mere mortals use a pale imitation, then by adding regional accents. But we are entitled to be proud of our language (if we use the way) for its regional characteristics, which help us to identify with. And we are a "beautiful country" for this, if only we wanted to a bit 'more ...

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Being female

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are days when women move move and sometimes they wake up, I wanted to write something about the buzz you hear about, but not I can be lucid enough about these topics, then thinking back to Voltaire, I quote a post struck me because they do not share my view on the square, but he says the right things, and well spoken, and anyone who reads his blog knows how much she is "a female".

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AIVANGO

A distinguished lady comes in with a firm step in the library at a time of relative calm, with emphasis in Eastern Europe come to us saying
"looking for a book called" Aivango "(or so the decision was ...)
My colleague sitting at the computer running the eyes in my direction, and I try a:
"Excuse me, what did you say is the title of the book?"
"Aivango"
My colleague does not dare to start typing a name that will surely give null result, I understand the embarrassment and tried again:
"not by any chance remember the author?"
"no, I do not remember the author, he has to read my son to school, I read years ago, is a medieval romance set in England ..."
I try to work my synapses as quickly as possible ... the novel you read for school ... probably argument medieval English ... ...
"Ah, Ivanohe?"
"Yes, that, ah, in Italian you say so? Aivango In English we say ..."
"... of course!"

Ed I will be even a poor graduate student in Language, but my colleague has just graduated in languages, you can imagine that look we exchanged ...

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Without olate!

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serves me tell you? Yes, I hate S. Valentine's Day, Halloween and is coupled with a series of parties which I think is even the case to appoint

... No, do not hate him because of my singletudine now, as you can imagine I have much, much deeper motivations! But perhaps it would be trivially boring to explain that should not serve a party to celebrate the good that two people want or need to make or receive gifts may have little to do with love ... etc., etc. ...

I find it ridiculous that any object that until recently was sold for its usefulness / pleasant / presumed needs of the average consumer, now sells gift perfettoperlapersonaamata, preferably on a red velvet with hearts that bounce all around. If you're wondering, yes, I also suffered my tradeoff for this holiday, a friend asked me to decorate Shop with hearts of different shapes and features, and I have avenged sticking to all the windows in the shop that has just passed so that the party must wash the windows to remove the stains of glue (yes, revenge is a dish summer is consumed cold!).

So I would like to sleep much the night of 13 and 15 to avoid the wake directly sbaciucchianti couples, friends, heart-shaped eyes, scorn, and so on ... but you know what I would absolutely avoid? That someone would propose to celebrate another festival indecent, invented just to further humiliate those who do not celebrate St. Valentino ... San Faustino !

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between myth and reality ...

Madness decided to invite his friends to have coffee with her. After coffee, Madness suggested: 'You play hide and seek?'. 'Hide and seek? What? ' - Asked Curiosity. 'Hide and seek is a game. I count to a hundred and you hide. When I finished counting, I will try and the first to find the next to count '. All accepted except Fear and Laziness. '1, 2,3. - The crowd began to count. Haste hid before, where it happened. The Shy, timid as always, he hid in a group of trees. Joy ran into the garden. The pain began to cry, because he could not find a suitable corner to hide. L 'Envy joined the Triumph and hid behind a rock beside him. Madness continued to count while his friends were hiding. Despair was in despair, seeing that the crowd was already in ninety-nine. 'CENT! - Shouted the crowd - I'll start looking. ' The first to be found was the Curious, because it had to prevent him from going out to see who would be the first to be discovered. Looking on the one hand, Madness saw Doubt on a fence that did not know which side you would be better hidden. And so on found the Joy, Sadness, Shyness. When all were assembled, the Curiosity asked: 'Where is the Love?'. No one had seen. The crowd began to look for it. He tried in the top of a mountain, river rocks below. But I do not find love. Looking everywhere, Madness saw a rose, took a piece of wood and began searching through the branches, when suddenly he heard a cry. It was Love, who cried because he had a thorn pierced his eye. Madness did not know what to do. He apologized, begged for his love and forgiveness came up to promise to follow him forever. Love accepted the apology. Today 's Love is blind and the crowd always goes.

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Learn to be like a child I

Once, long ago, when I was in third year of kung-fu, I learned a great lesson. The kung fu is not a normal martial arts. The kung fu is a philosophy of life. You learn discipline, combat tactics, maneuvers of defense is to attack, but also as being in the world.
I'm not ashamed to say ... I was Bravin. Not the best student, but one of the first. After a particularly hard workout in which I was distinguished for having made several changes, I come closer the teacher who tells me: "The next lesson will be for you with small children at 5 and a half." I remain stunned. I could not believe. I had been demoted and would know all. We know how they think the boys. The appearance first.
I asked for explanations, but the teacher made me to be quiet and said: "If you're not the lesson the children can consider yourself out. Do not come again!" and went away.
The following Friday I went. Punctual as a Swiss watch. The children were extremely noisy and the teacher (I had never seen so smiling) dispensed smiles and hugs for everyone. I began my warm-up exercises and the first whistle of the master even the children began to heat up. One after another I saw them perform various evolutions. About a wheel, a rolling those with calcium, another a Kip (which is nothing but a movement with which we go back to the ground and get up without hands).
As time went on I paid more attention to their movements, their steps, their evolutions. And everyone learned something. I learned a simple gesture, a better position .... feet ... the children moved them without fear of failure. They were free and loose. And then their laughter. Engaging. Time passed and they too had no fear of me. Now a couple of them grabbed my legs, now they blew up ...... one has even seen fit to challenge me. Soldo cheese.
Then there was one. One silent. A bit aloof. I noticed. I went. "Hey," I said ... "And you, do not you train with others? Can I train with you?". He did not want, but I was there and forced him to do some exercise of dissolution with me. I made some silly joke (I do not have a hard time), but he did nothing. I continued and eventually exhausted he said: "Of course if to be great is to be so stupid then I have left everything .... I do not want to be great." I began to laugh out loud. A spontaneous laughter, happy, serene. How not happened to me a long time. At the end of the lesson the teacher crossed. He said nothing except "I'll wait for next Monday, also at five-thirty."
not taken the wrong time. I went home happy and peaceful. And so it went for a week at the end which the teacher told me: "Did I train with the kids because you could find a fundamental thing: spontaneity! Children are not like us, know no shame, having fun, playing and are primarily of sponges: they absorb everything and try to put into practice the things I say without fear! Well, this week and a half you have found the joy of train kidding, you found that you had lost: the feeling of not being afraid and you finally learned! "
Children are exceptional. Simple and pure. They do not need to satisfy the expectations of others about them because there are no expectations and everything becomes linear, unreasonably reasonable. We should all learn from children. Their mind is not blocked by prejudice and then just accept anything. Good or bad. The children bring with them the true wisdom.

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brink of an abyss

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There are moments that can decide on their whole lives. Times when it is actually quite easy to fall into a deep abyss from which they will be tough getting up. Moments when we feel vulnerable, very fragile ... Type the

signed this morning. Within the pharmacy, bright eyes, runny nose and cough ...
"Buongiordo, I wanted something to drink airway indasade" (such as the hydraulic fluid ...)
"For an adult or child?"
(I'm taking the piss?) "Ber be!" (Trans. "To me," hereafter imposed the automatic translator)
"I could give you this ... that contains paracetamol and relieves symptoms, to say ... resolve relationship problems (ie do you have relationship problems? Okay ...). Otherwise, there is this ... a sedative for cough, then it becomes fat might take a mucolytic ... "
"If fatty means that cough in the morning 20 minutes before saying good morning I think it's already fat!"
"This is why this can go, or this or that ...."
"Well, then ... I take everything!"
"No, but you can not!"
"Oh no?" (Seriously surprised!) "All right then, while I give this ..."

Well, that's one of those moments where if the lady behind the counter said "I would also have the morphine, can take in unlimited amounts, as needed" or something like "these pills I would have here, if you make good, takes them and not asking too many questions better be sure!" I, honestly, I'll get.

And in those moments is indeed important to have a responsible pharmacist ...