2010 Football Backplates

Sun, so sun today.
dissonant like few other times he shed his light on a man, I, perennially in search of solid ground on which to advance the pace.
The pace is uncertain, but it's sunny.
A day in a noisy crowd in the mad rush was not looking. All of humanity needs to be seen but ... no one really looks.
The noise of a shopping center has helped me to reflect and understand.
And while I was "diluted" in the mass of humanity I felt the deepest sense of my solitude. Today was an entity
dense, thick, heavy.
Greve as a meteorite falls from the sky and suddenly rips you inside. I carried this burden in me to a full day.
And I really understood what loneliness.
Be assured that just means divesting the habit only cucirci others know him: when you love when you're intimate with someone, when you share fellowship with others is covered with a beautiful dress, protective, tastefully reassuring is the 'habit of "identify with", "recognition by" the' to be in the world ", the" rights ", the" value ".
When we are left alone, the feeling of abandonment is due precisely to that feel naked, bare, devoid of intimacy more intimate humanity mercilessly exposed before there ready to laugh and scream: " Hey! Look, the emperor is naked! .
But when "the emperor has no clothes" is beginning to look at the person, no longer wearing the dress.
's loneliness.
Retired with the clothes that we love others we face sewn on with us themselves, without filters, without mercy.
And this is painful.
And today it was so.

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Bonatti A Story in Pisa!

Bonatti A Story will be presented to Rebeldia of Pisa, along with the trailer for The Band of the Brazilian and short Youth, drugs and violence: the police take action, within the review Cinemaltrove Independent .
Here is the link of the event: http://www.caniarrabbiati.it/news.php?n=0
thanks to Fabio Meinzer and boys Rebeldia!

اسيا كاريرا

Timing

"People who do not wait long time," is the warning that governs the best practices of those who are able to manage wisely and to "bend" the unstoppable passage of time on their perpetual motion.
Living each day by counting the time and minutes.
Living with the ticking of the hands.
Living.
Every moment that passes seems to dramatically expand or contract up to be imperceptible, leaving the bitter taste of something that you ran away without noticing.
Our entire existence, then, is marked by a sense of wide and narrow, short-and long-lasting, eternally elusive or, in other words, the sense of time is a direct function of our ability to fill every moment, but is also hopelessly connected to the sensations that we lived in " that time."
I try to explain.
If the twenty-fifth minute of treadmill at the gym and the lungs are about to break through the chest and splashed to the ground once and for all, that last minute I seem eternal and inevitable: every second gained will be one more step towards the exit and safety.
If, however, kiss the person I love, that moment will seem to me a moment, because every second of it is lived in pleasure and fear that the spell ends.
In other words, we live the time on the basis of what we expect then ... if we get out of a situation or if we caught a great pleasure to remain in it.
But it all depends on the intensity of positive or negative emotions that concerned that particular moment of life.
And then ... I'm tired of thinking and writing. "Where are you getting at?" you ask ...
As to those who blame if you ask!
add only an hour and a half may be a while if you lived forever with you and if you lived away from you. So
an sms came in response to another is a sign of vitality of a common contact as a text message response that does not arrive or arrive the next day is a sign of deep anxiety, abandonment. And time continues to oscillate between perception of eternity and a sense of transience.
It is therefore not an absolute concept on which to argue. E ', however, very relative, as Einstein had theorized the good, the root revolutionizing modern thinking.
not discuss it, is true!
But at least we find that for a while (but maybe someone does not mean anything) there is not even an exchange of sms goodnight!
It was the silence. It was not without pain.

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A father who I met through you

Dads.
Brave men who daily go into space to seek a role, genetically determined but not naturally perceived. What

of fatherhood is a role that is being built. Yeah! Contrary to conventional wisdom which gives a sort of "natural endowment" the epiphany of a statement status, being a father and a craft that you learn ... you hear!
I say this because, viscerally opposed to a mother who gradually discovers his role through a biological mutation (and, therefore, more mental) the father is found that a ista nte after childbirth.
That child, let's face it, is basically a stranger, a discovery that rips the soul, an encounter that will not fade under the rasp of the time, but that takes time to build. But also to be determined.
However, the father is a pillar in the existence of each. Whatever the role and status regardless of the time that we had with us.
Dad (it's more intense talk so!) is a cornerstone of growth and the formation of each. Fundamental in shaping the character, a presence (even if not present) who becomes spirit, thought, action through us.
In other words, we're a little the father we had.
We are also the mistakes they have made with us. If these considerations
vibrate in my veins when I think of myself as a father, son and makes me soften my look very forgiving towards my and others' fathers.
So I would like to time I listen, to understand how love can come from a father can be and how strong sense of responsibility that drives their daily actions. And how torment only to the idea of \u200b\u200bmaking a mistake that cost dear to our children.
Our children, our children's future ... even and especially when one of us will testify tomorrow that there will be more. Our being fathers walk in the spirit and actions of our children, in what I think, in what they do and how to love: even if we have very little time with them.

To us children the task of bearing witness to the sense of "memory".

And I dedicate this post:

• to me as a father
• to me as a child
• a father who's got
• a father who
• is a father who has it had
• to fathers who have made mistakes
• to fathers who were unable to "grow" with their children
• and above a father who has it had and will discover it within himself to give it to others

To you, my love, hoping that you can begin to dig deep to find out how much your father's ports within you.
Why, I am sure that father love him intensely, because with the weak presence and with the explosive power of his absence has allowed you to be who you are. Even for me.

A hug. And I will try to do it and how he knew he could do.