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Today I have many things to do, and I do not know if I will find time to stop writing what I think. why do some re- Vival and I refer you to this article , a year ago. Certainly my thoughts are different today, but the beliefs are the same. That's why I will propose again, hoping that today is a day other than that in recent years has meant the March 8. I have many friends
brilliant bloggers who write about this today, of course, many others who are actively engaged in promoting this culture.
currently do not have time to walk around the web, but I know they are there.
The March 8 is not a feast is a day of commemoration and commitment against the terrible conditions in which women have always been. 's like a "celebration" is not religious, a day of reflection, of solidarity, a day when even a small gesture can do so much.
Help me to "build a culture of eight in March ": write it, raccontatelo to your families, your friends, your men. Tell everyone what the March 8, Tell your children, who are the men of tomorrow. Call it by its name: "International Women's Day" .
Let's make today is not a silly day out of the "transgression" or consumerism.
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mimosas on the branches, bring in your heart and your life, find a creative way, today, being a woman, a woman of honor.

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Surprise! I received an award by MRosaria , graziee!

and 'an initiative designed to give the blog born just a chance' x phases to know more '

rules to follow to receive the award are:


- accept the award and write a post about


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I dedicate this award to all the friends I I have argued, pampered, prodded, many thanks

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I've been away for a long time 'for family reasons and chairs for acute' s time to make a move .....
here's the latest effort
the banner of Sardinia,

the hexagons were sewn on the 3rd Quiltingday, many hands have sewn, assembled, designed, thanks to all for the enthusiasm and cooperation

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7. . Pretty in pink. , 8. KDD Sierra de Huelva (embalse the calabaza) (1/3/10) , 9. Muscari ...

Today I really need.
I made this collage (which, as usual, today I will return often in contemplation), which expresses a little bit of my need to "escape", travel with the mind to other places in the world, to all other homes, other colors, other corners of peace. A pout pourri of images, things of meaning, that sometimes it is difficult to explain in words.
I'm a little tired, and this morning did not begin in the very best.
Although it seems a heresy, after (and despite) having said wonders for my daughter, now talk a little bit of me. For, after all, the title of my blog speaks of "lights and shadows."
between inside and out here as I am now. With that feeling of being "torn," whenever I feel with my head away, it's a job to finish or a matter to be completed (a time I also listed a thing for my free time, but alas, Today this no longer exists).
And on the other end of the rope my daughter, her needs, normal, not too pretentious, but so at odds, sometimes with mine. How
say.
I feel "broken" in many things, I realize that many, many that try to achieve, so many that I begin and where I can not devote time. Projects that do not take shape. Ideas banging against a glass closed after deluded can fly. Breaks that never go to break. Days that are constantly changing, no evidence on which to rely.
Not because my daughter interrupts me in the literal sense, but because life goes on with new priorities that always distract me from everything from the most personal and important to the more mundane as the sauce on the fire that nearly one burns.
All this makes me very tired, very, very, very, very much.
Excuse the outburst.
With these words, the category "wonderful life" I stride today, but we must try. Peace is a journey, a serenity of mind, and all this is free, requires, sometimes, a bit of commitment.