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GOOD YEAR



Happy New Year to all!
I dedicate this poem

I only hope that the more 'do not have. I wish you time to have fun and laugh, if you employ it well, you get something.
I wish you time to make your and your thinking, not only for yourself but also to give it to others.
I wish you time, not to rush and run, but time to be happy.
I wish you time, not only to spend it, I wish you time because you will remain: time to time to surprise you and trust and not just to watch the clock.
time I wish to touch the stars and time to grow, to mature.
time you wish, to hope and to love again. Has no more 'sense putting it off.
hope you find time for yourself, your life every day, every hour you as a gift. I wish you time for forgiveness. I hope you have time, time for life.
(Poetry of Native Americans)

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Just remember

Keep in mind that the skin makes wrinkles,
hair turn white, the days turn into years.
But what is important not to change;
your strength and your conviction does not have age.
Your spirit is the glue of any spider.

Behind every finish line is a line of departure.
Behind every success there is' another disappointment.

long as you're alive, feel alive. If you miss what you were doing, go do it. Do not live in yellowed photos ... even if you insist they expect dropouts. Do not leave
it rusts iron that there is `you.

Make sure that instead of compassion, take you over.

When the years because you can not run, walk fast.
When you can not walk fast, walk.
When you can not walk, use the stick.
But do not hold back ever!

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year end

Time passes, and somehow, perhaps with a vague sense of guilt because I do not appreciate the present time, I'm happy. I have the feeling that the worst is behind me, and what is yet to come can not scare as he did before.
I have my reasons. And with this
I do not think that the future will be just rosy and down, as well.
The word of the year for me, acceptance is .
E 'through this I've learned to live a different life, and I became a different person. Acceptance limit, resource, this. An acceptance is not unconditional, which is not a surrender but a path of growth.
If I have followed this path, you know the drill.
did not come to any goal, I travel: There are many words that I still have to win, they are the ones that I hope for years to come.
Small and large reflections at the end of a year that for me it tastes very good but simple: as bread, as fresh water, like a homemade cake.
an important year, because I feel that my daughter-wrong-was born in 2010 and the reason is simple, it is linked to the fact that, despite being born in the previous year, the first six months were "hatching" . A hatching eventually gave birth to me.
Before she was born, then me. So
2010, now in my usual confusion of the most recent dates of my life, for me it was an important year, one in which time has started to flow. For many reasons.
I want to write a little story that reminded me so much, and give it away, to wish good sealing and good start to all my new dear friends.

The child looked at his grandmother write a letter. At one point, he asked:
"You're writing a story that has happened to us? And maybe that speaks to me?"
Grandma stopped writing, he smiled and said to his nephew:
"It's true, I'm writing something about yourself. However, more important than the words is the pencil with which I write. I wish I used you, when you grow up."
Intrigued, the boy looked at the pencil, without finding anything special.
"But it is the same as all other pencils I've seen in my life!"
"It all depends on how you look at things. This pencil has five qualities: If you can shift them into existence, will be always a person at peace with the world.
'First quality: you can do great things, but you must never forget that there is a hand guiding your steps.' God 'here is what do we call this hand! He must always lead you to His will.
' Second quality: Occasionally, I have to stop writing and use the knife. It is an operation that causes some pain in pencil, but in the end, it is more pointed. That's why you must learn to bear certain pains they will make you a better man.
'Third quality: the pencil allows us to use an eraser to erase what is wrong. Correct action or behavior is not necessarily something negative: indeed, it is important to be able to maintain the straight path of justice.
'Fourth quality: what is really important in pencil is not the timber or its outer form, but the graphite mine contained in it. So always pay attention to what happens inside of you.
"fifth quality: it leaves always a sign. Likewise, everything you do in life will leave a track: thus, committed to be fully aware of your every action. "

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In these days of holiday I spent on what I call absolutely "play": in addition to being an infinity of time playing with my daughter, in its new super-equipped kitchen, I spent so much time to the PC, I am dedicated to my cooking blog , taking pictures, doing things that amused me, including that of giving a renewed this blog. We wanted to emphasize the change taking place.
What I wondered, however, is whether after so much love and romance, I can "return to curse" against my daughter to sleep at a decent time, or worse, in her bed, does not want. Eh. Because it seems too bad that after a little love and honey flowing with a loss of new brackets and begin to give bad words choked between his teeth (but no). Because the afternoon
just two sentences of lullabies and night ... "But the night no!" ?
I will never understand. Yet I know that somehow a matter of understanding it. I'm still firmly convinced that children try to communicate and to express something. Only I'm not capce to understand where the problem lies in the night. In practice, I do not fall asleep before her, or so I'd like to. Not to mention the fact that I would love to see a movie on TV. But so much.
Here, these two reasons, along with a backache that will not let me over and now it is inscribed in law in my mother's DNA, it takes me back to the 'ancestral incazzatura "that marked me as a mother in life and Web?
Now it is morning, I see everything and I am more peaceful, but I have to laugh to think of myself as an "extremist sessantottino" of motherhood: those who (as in life I have always been known) to do the revolutions to change the world, and should always be first in line screaming for justice and truth.
The metaphor fits me perfectly.
Although teenage pregnancy and have much in common (a concept that should be studied separately), these two great moments of transition in my life are very similar, especially in the aspect of rebellion against the practices that are not for me that are required instead of the ordinary.
I have antagonized many women, and especially more men, with my say "do not believe them when they tell you that a smile will erase all weariness." In a short phrase is given a very wide, that some of you share, others maybe not ... I do not know. But certainly I know that each knows the fatigue of motherhood, and then I also know that each finds its meaning, its desire to respond, his ability to go further.
I know that still is not easy to say that among the four walls of the house some nights the famous words of the lullaby
make sense .* I know that work, especially my work is still much to do. You have to go through the streets, and women say that love is great, but it's true that sometimes is difficult. And they are not to be wrong, but, if anything, just tired. And that, the message of hope is that "then goes" over time, with the proximity of other people, and the courage to speak the truth.

* "Ninna nanna ninna oh, this baby to those who do ?!? "

This is the song that he dedicated to his Gianna Nannini newborn daughter

Sometimes I catch myself, a little bit you give yourself a t'invento
sometimes I lose the thread, maybe you're not
does not have a name, who do you think of a water lily flower
hard
a moment every now and then you take it all and do not fear

you still love that you gave nothing to the world when your eyes

will be the pain of growing up as will be seen in

when this dawn will explode

the end of each star will fall to the ground as
Every time I suspend, the Wind come to you
six heavenly melody, everything changes for a moment that nothing
Love have given the world
when summer will arrive
pain of growing up as
will have you back in time I think of you every

move all my borders
Amor give me give the world
love give me maybe the world will live

when this dawn will explode in the fire of a star
to leave the earth with you.

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Merry Christmas

Happy Birthday who has a dream in the heart
Happy birthday to you you have a pain.
Happy Birthday to all children
the weakest and the most happy.
Happy Birthday to
friends and best wishes to those who feel happy.
Happy Birthday to the lonely
best wishes to those who do not believe in love.

Happy Birthday to the sick and those who are more fortunate.
Happy Birthday ..
two little words ..
but .. Many
Greetings
that come from the heart.

For Christmas Party
out above all inside of you ...

Greetings!

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Dear ChristmasHamper,
I've written many times in my life, but I do not know when was the last time I did.
Some of them have made my wishes. Others do not.
And I've never understood why some "things" (not just objects) that I needed so much, you did not get you.
I asked you to get rid of the unhappiness you have not done.
I asked you to remove Death: you did not.
I asked you to replace the things you did not.
writing, writing, in my mind and in my heart, but they never answer my letters, and my "mailbox" was left blank.
I asked you to give me a better world in this world worth giving birth to a son, and I did not want the children, because already I felt too much pain, too much pain, too many scars on my skin reminded me that this Life is difficult, and not sparing anyone.
And in the last two years for me, things are even worse.
Then one day, I realized: I tried to answer letters, without looking, and I did not see your answers speak a language that, as the Little Prince, is invisible to the eye.
I thought the solution would not want to cry anymore, and instead I did not know that there were many tears, more hot, and emotion.
ChristmasHamper Dear, I thought I would not have written this year, I was sure that I would not have done: for one simple reason, this year I have everything I need, this year for the first time I am happy, this' years my wishes are carried out. Then I read
Barbara, and I changed my mind. I thought I'd write a different letter this year.
Dear Santa, I have not
requests for you. And not because the world is fine as is, or because there are things to be solved, or a future improvement. In fact, I believe that the situation here, has never been as tragic as it is now.
However, in the silence of the little things, where the heart finds its morning and is refreshed , I want to write a letter of thanks.
Thanks for the smiles of my daughter, trees silhouetted against the sky, the flight of birds, the sound of the waves, the smell of freshly cut grass, and that comes from good food, thanks for the music, notes, for wind noise and the laughter, thanks for the disorder, in the face of the people on the street, for the opportunity I have to feel my legs and walk.
Thanks for (re) taught the ability to amaze me.
Thank you for everything I missed that little by little I discovered I did not need at all. Thank you for everything you gave me, which made room for new things that have enriched my life.
Thank you for the pain, the tears, the smiles, for the sleepless night to the screams of anger and fatigue, for the moments when I fell down, for the suffering they have gradually awakened my body, my mind, my soul desensitized and numb, and all the things I have unlocked the secrets of the world who are daily before our eyes and not look at them.
Thank you for the smell of Life, who arrived the first time I smell my daughter in the delivery room, and although I always got different, and different parts, I have never left.
ChristmasHamper, I do not know if you can do something for the future of our children, that is what worries me most at this time. I think if you can, you do, and try to satisfy those who at this time I ask earnestly.
Today, for you, my thanks to rising calm, the serenity of those who experienced the storm, and came out different from what you had entered.
accompanied me, and all those who have the task of teaching the lives of men and women of tomorrow and help us to reveal them, but especially to ourselves, the secret of (small-large) happiness. Leads to all the message of Saint Exupery "to all the great kids that have been but not if it resemble more ': that the world seen through the eyes of a child is not motivated by passion and interest, is a magical place to live an extraordinary adventure of life.

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HAPPY HAPPY NEW YEAR NATALEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

To all those who will go from here I wish you a wonderful Christmas. I embrace you all and thank you again for your friendship. HAPPY HOLIDAYS

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I had a very different idea of \u200b\u200bhow I "prepared" this Christmas. I thought that somehow the "first" birth of my daughter. Well, technically the second, but the first in which wanders around the house and includes the sense of novelty, decorations and co.
I thought I would spend the month of December preparing for Christmas jobs in the company of my daughter, and that we decorated the house playing.
"I have no time, I have to hurry!" I thought bustle.
I was somehow ruining the last few days.
Then, I gave up. I realized that it is too small to do chores that I dream of doing with her (no time, next year!) And that already do crib paper was a heroic. I gave up
wonder-woman syndrome, I succumbed to the fact that this year I had something important to prepare for me and my work. So much stress is (rightly) turned around an important moment of my working life, and it was right even give due importance. I was also lucky: the date of My "goal" was not too close to Christmas, so I remained a bit of time for "waiting".
Well, let's say that was a time that I decided to take: I was physically too tired to continue working to the bitter end, and psychologically I need a stop too much to devote to the things I love.
And so, outside of my habits, I decided to take a month to stop (I will regret, I do not regret it, I do not know: I was always looking to do it and I did).
I gave up things in the past I would never "let go", but I chased to the end. I listened to myself, my body, what's inside of me, and I gave up in all'affanno race.
Everything seems in order: the presents already bought, without the last minute, and all the time to enjoy what's around this week's eve.
The dinners and lunches made only if it is really worth (and often it's worth), and the courage to say "no" to what is too out of place, or that it comes from the heart.
are a few days at home with small jobs last things to accomplish, and I feel bad every time I think I feel better every time you pass a calendar day and I leave behind me. Definitely.
I'm at a crossroads in my life (not figuratively) and be "in between" is strange and new to me. In the midst of choices. In the midst of change. In the midst of the sacrifices, thinking that they can become gains.
do not know how I'll be after this holiday season, I do not know what I will miss overwork, do not know if it will come more, but for now they are in "slow-on".
I get tired as hell to be with Brioscina all day, but somehow I'm happy. I like being with her, I like spupazzarmela, and until a few months ago I would have paid for not doing so.
What has changed? I can not say, but it is strange: it is as if my mind begins to slow down more and more like a slow motion film, and I began to see things differently.
Everything seems fleeting, but for the first time, for this I think deserves to be savored in every nuance. Look, I know, I've seen and learned (in this last period ever more intensely) that our life is hanging by a thread , and this thing distresses me deeply on the one hand, on the other side! Fullness. I was a child I hear references to Christmas on the essential goodness, to change, but I've never heard them in like now.
I feel that there are very few things that matter so much in my life, and whose life is worth living, sacrifice, invest. I can not say with certainty whether the right things to bet on, but right now for me it is.
I do not want to have more than what I need really.
a cliché, but that requires a lot of personal work on the path of essentiality (rhymes but does not coincide with poverty).
I'm trying a new era, the beginning of a new way of looking at life: there are yet, but I would do it.
My heart was shaking for a long time when suddenly I realized that everything we take for granted, from the ground on which to rest your feet air we breathe, can vanish in an instant. Life, love and a smile.
This amazing sense of insecurity has opened my eyes and made me a happy person: happy with what little I have, that does not mean you are not rich. The past is already
gone, the future we can not know it, we have to fully live our present. And that's what I want to do: I stop, breathe, take measures to my life. I have an important task to accomplish, this child grow and bring in the best way in the world on his feet. I do not know what I am good at doing this, but I have to go all out. And so, paradoxically (but not), I have respect for myself, and teach her that the only way to live in dignity.
This is Christmas I'm waiting.
A year ago, in the "holy night", I wrote other words. Today I am a different woman, but I will not forget the way I did to get here.
A year ago pain and now I hope peace, and a new beginning.

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and 'home for them ................

vestiamole and then to party !!!!!!!! my adorable pooches have a new dress, which is struggling photograph ................ were never still .................. I am not a wonder ???????????

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here is a work created as a back door and ended up as decoration for my daughter's room.
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Vocabulary

I copied all these words (by clicking on the picture opens the original, more readable) only to realize what my Brioscina says. All these sounds are combined into a sequence of words that are even whole speeches: of course, to interpret, but looking at it, and following his incredible gesture, of course.
not know yet and is already talking chatterbox. To be one who for 15 months and 20 days has not uttered a few sounds (think "will never speak" and now "Make him shut up!") Is not bad.
This is the measure of time passing, and seeing her interact with us is something extraordinary.
I do not think that these days the time that has passed, and as I was just a year ago. I can not forget the pain, fatigue, frustration, but this gives me new strength, new life, new happiness.
There are times when I feel really tired. So tired. Too tired.
I think about what I was, to my self, how much time I spent alone, to organize and manage my work and I think what I am now, it is difficult to schedule even shopping at the Supermarket, and, conversely, to that are no longer alone.
Here, today, it is almost Christmas, I reflect on the meaning of family, my family, and the sense of loneliness that I knew well in my life.
A child forces you to challenge in a way that only those who pass know: it will be presumptuous, "class" (if one can devise a parenting "class"), categorizing, but I feel that only those who have shared some of my experience can fully understand.
When I say I'm a different person, but to a couple of years ago no longer exists, someone says, "imagine! Always you !"... but no.
Every little thing of my day now has a different meaning for this tiny creature a few inches of softness is turning everything: my plans, my days, my sense of living.
I begin to feel a great need for the essential that I never really belonged. I want to give all that is useless I have accumulated over a lifetime, I want to clear out closets, basement, and daily life, and if anything I want-to-riconomiciare.
When I look at her and see her smile I think my whole world is that round little face.
Yesterday a flock of seagulls has left the coast too windy to seek shelter inland. And my daughter, who loves gulls, he could see close to home, even if we are not close to the sea. I said "look, look up, there are seagulls!"
In a brief moment I saw his questioning eyes, then curious, and then open up in a wonderful smile because he had seen them fly.
I had never been a happy person, I had never been able to see the little things.
Now I'm even learning to speak the language of life.
Now I know that happiness is in essence, and for too long been the essential thing is invisible to my eyes and my heart.
Even in this difficult world (which is falling apart), Living is an extraordinary adventure when you have to teach the life of a child.

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I just finished a bit' late but pasienza ............. I just hope that my two dogs do not use it as bedding.

I take this opportunity to wish you all HAPPY HOLIDAYS may pass in peace, serenity 'and harmony. a virtual hug hello soon.

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Happiness

A mother never knows what the future of his son.
Spera, and when he thinks his heart trembles.
In a fragile and uncertain world, one wonders what will leave them, and teach.
I teach my daughter to be happy.




If all the stars in the world at one point were down
A host of stars and a white powder discharged from the sky, the sky without his eyes, shine.
If all the world's people without any reason to get up the head and flew
Without their casino, that painful noise, land-poor non-heart beating faster.
I always miss the rubber band to hold up the pants so the pants at the time most beautiful I go down, like a dream
finished, a major dream, a friend betrayed-even I have been betrayed but I do not care anymore-
Between the darkness of the sky and white bald heads, our words move tired we do not understand most
But I want to talk, I want to hear, continue to behave badly and then not do it anymore.

Ah, happiness, about which the night train travel,
know that you will spend, but as always in a hurry you will not stop. It would swim

take it slow, get carried inside two big eyes, maybe blue
for having to leave through a sea of \u200b\u200bmedieval combat a cross-eyed dragon, but dragons now there are not any more.
Maybe that's why dreams are so white and pale and tired bouncing between the antennas read the various TV
And we return home, bring elegant gentlemen, cease talking, all applauding, not wanting them more
If this world is a world of cardboard, just nothing to be happy, maybe a song or who knows ...
If not the case to close their eyes, and even when, after you closed your eyes, you do not know what will.

Ah, happiness, on the night train which will travel
know it will pass but as always in a hurry you will not stop ...
I know it will pass quickly, but as always you never stop.

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