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slowly dies who becomes the slave of habit,

repeating every day the same itineraries, who does not change

running

who does not risk and change the color of the clothes, does not talk to

Who does not know.



He or she who shuns passion, who prefers



black on white, dotting the "i"

rather than a set of emotions,

the kind that make your eyes sparkle,



those that make a yawn a smile,

those that make the heart beat

face of mistakes and feelings. He or she



who does not overthrow the table

who is unhappy at work,

who does not risk certainty for uncertainty

to chase a dream,

who does not allow at least once in their lifetime

to run away from sensible advice.



He or she who does not travel,

does not read, does not listen to music,

who does not find grace in himself.

Dies slowly he who destroys the love

own

who passes his days complaining

of his bad luck or the incessant rain. He or she



who abandons a project before starting it, who does not ask questions



topics that do not know, who does not answer



when asked about something he knows.

We avoid death in small doses, remembering always that



being alive requires an effort far greater

the simple act of breathing.

Only a burning patience will lead to the achievement





of a splendid happiness.

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a beautiful thing from a letter ...

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"... do not worry, and remember there are still lovely things in the world - children, boys, sunshine, the sea, Mozart, you and me-"

to Benjamin Britten, Peter Pears

... I can not imagine anything sweeter to say to a loved one in a moment of despair ...

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He or she think you are unique too

Maybe some people think too much. Maybe some people do not think at all. The middle would be ideal, but you know the virtue and wisdom are hard to find treasures. I try to be a man "evolved". Provo, walk, stumble, fall, pick myself up, I clean up a bit and allotment. Often I do anger. I wonder: What the hell do you want? What do you want more from life? Look around and think about it often ... I can not give me a convincing answer. Perfection does not exist, but it's not what I wanted. I try my perfection. Perfection in our imperfection. That grotesque paradox that makes us feel good even when things did not lash out that way we wanted, but in the bottom of your heart, you know you chosen as well. What are you looking inside yourself and find a serenity never experienced before. That serenity that makes you forget the stress, stomach ache, commitments, hunger, thirst ... the serenity that makes you do things that you had never thought you could and be able to do.
It 'time to deal with my ghosts. The bell signaling the end of the recreation he played. The other came into class and I'm still out. Lost perhaps in situations and mistakes made. Life will always repeats the same situations. Only when we finally have the courage to face, looking straight at him, shouting against: No, not this time ... And this time 'the time you will fight for ever, only when we have exceeded all only then can we leave and turn pages. Win or lose with their ghosts? It does not matter, as always. The important thing is not to be blocked by fear.
The fear of failing, to make the wrong choice, fear to maintain "status quo". This is the real sin. Because when a person hears something inside, something overwhelming, a cascade of emotions, no matter where you come and what have you done so far. It only matters that the life we \u200b\u200bare talking about. It's up to us to decide to listen or not. You can call it God, Allah, Buddha, Yahweh, destiny, fate, to be agnostics or pantheists ... we are not alone.
Even when all seems lost. Even when you do not see a way out and you wrappers in a thousand arguments. The solution is always right before your eyes. And it is simple and clear them, though initially it may seem the most absurd and unlikely.
I said, some people think too much and who does not at all ....... I said.

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The Curse of the Turn of the Screw ....

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There are some things you never write in this thesis, but would be very curious and sometimes I also wonder if it would be more interesting than what I'm writing then I do not remember really ...

if I have already talked about but my dissertation deals with The Turn of the Screw, is the story of James, the opera by English composer Benjamin Britten. One of the first things that catches the eye looking at the birth of the two works is this:

Just before you start writing The Turn, James had to leave for medical reasons in the habit of hand-writing his work, he bought a typewriter for the time a purchase highly TECHNOLOGY, and had to hire someone who began to dictate his works. I might add curiosity cut early feminist ... hired a man for this delicate task, then when he realized that a woman would cost him less, he decided that a female presence would be more appropriate. In

1953-4 Benjamin Britten had already received the commission for a new work from the Venice Biennale, and was preparing to write, but had to stop for a while 'work because of bursitis that forced him to rest completely and that was the cause of the cancellation of several concerts that also saw him as a conductor.

Now, I do not know what do you think about it, but I'm a bit 'more cautious this time and I'm careful not to lift heavy weights and do not make sudden movements with his arms ...