Wednesday, December 9, 2009

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Chronicles of an Italian mad - I


Location (almost) dummy created for the task in class, but is the argument that counts, right?



At the Annual Meeting in Rimini
COMPANY 'OF HEALTH: NOT JUST DORMANT
Consumerism and the lesson Heraclitean

I suspect myself. So goes the famous line from a fragment of the greek philosopher Heraclitus, the contemporary character that appears dark and unclear, as are considered cryptic and aseptic his speculations. In reality, however, the complex reasoning that the phrase meant to summarize the above philosopher, you can even translate to people today.
More precisely, Heraclitus divided humanity into two: the awake , those who exploited the logos , That is the reason, and dormant i, ie those who follow the via fallacious d and senses.
Nowadays, the problem is not so ethical grading, but still there: there's cute, as are the sleepers.
The assumption that one must ask is: today's society is dominated by money and the idea of \u200b\u200bwellness. This is covered in Rimini, the twenty-ninth Meeting edition of the traditional Catholic, and you try to deny this truth, but this is not possible: it is, in fact, the principle of capitalism on which all developed countries based their economic base.
Clearly, in the sixties, no one felt the need for a computer, why did not exist, but now, yes, because it is a tool to say the least popular that it has simplified the work and communications. This does not mean, however, condemn materialism as the "desire of the masses" of the PC. And you really can not criticize consumerism per se, but rather the people who let themselves be manipulated by this "frenzy" here those that can be defined as dormant, which is cradled by the idea of \u200b\u200bowning, and that they have the most beautiful object in the market, what you saw in a shop window, or when she felt the advertising on the radio. As long as you do not get that specific tangible property, we do not give peace. This is why many scholars at the Meeting, we have defined a companies malaise . But it is very certain that the man, thrown on the wave of consumerism, no longer has time for herself, and that his mind is formed, so that what you want in reality is not lost and that each value ethically acceptable? If there were to be so cute.
Instead, a large proportion of Americans (meaning, in developed countries) do not correspond to these fees: they, who would those pensan or as defined Heraclitus. In addition, there are values \u200b\u200bthat can be shared and undeniable for all: so much so that concepts such as family , friendship , culture , fulfillment and love have varying importance for everyone. And I wake up has its own thought, following his own way, does not affect what they see or hear, which may believe it or not, and his mind is not manipulated by pubbilcitĂ , which looks with a critical eye.
It is therefore correct that the company XXI century is so dull, flat, and, in some ways absurd, that knows how to defend themselves from images and sounds which is bombarded every day.
Each man should learn to investigate them, (though it is a process that defined the same Heraclitus avrebbepoi difficult), and to do this is to raise your head, look around and, without estrangement from reality in which they live, begin to think with your mind, which every man has and that is different from other animals.

Friday, December 4, 2009

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New / old

This blog does not belong to me more ... not!
In the past I had a blog, I decided to quit in the summer - autumn 2007 ...
Then I opened this, that has accompanied me for two years or so ... and now that we are in early December 2009, the close. Logically, it virtually shut, but I'll leave it to itself ... I'll let those who read it find and deduce what they want. But no longer I that you read here.
In addition, that is, Spain is close ... know a few who still birth, and missing just 38 days!

Now open another blog, build slowly, and will be part of me!
I'll post the link :-)

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

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Fuck!

Crohn's disease
Fuck Fuck Fuck amenorrhea
the pentacle

lactose intolerance Fuck Fuck Fuck
to my diet to my grandmother's cancer
Vaffanuclo to the fact that I can not go ahead with the exams
Fuck the secretariat in Trieste Erasmus
Fuck these tests that make me sick to my twingo
Fuck Fuck
destroyed the collar that I bring
Fuck who does not love me
Fuck Fuck
who makes me suffer to those who, when I speak, I yawn in the face
Fuck who teases me

... I'm sick ... I'm tired ...

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

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Women rebirth

Dedicated to my Mom who has suffered a bereavement, in Yola that is changing, to try to forget that Simon, in Nunzia that has been vomited on him the whole truth, to Monica, who eternally search a man's belly to my friends who know Who is Mr. Crohn, Stefan that seek to shake itself; to Torty trying to digest a pain so great, to Eleonora, who has had a similar year, and for me ... especially to myself ...

"More of the sunset, most of the flight of a bird, the wonderful thing of all is a woman in rebirth. When they stand up after the disaster, after the fall, says that one is over. No. After ever for a woman. A woman always gets up, even when you do not believe, even if he does not want. I speak not only of the immense pain of those injured by land mine that makes the death or illness. I'm talking about you, that this period never ends, you're playing there in a difficult job, that every morning you have a question worse than at school. You, implacable judge of yourself, who you look like your boss, you decide if you're at or if you have to condemn. So every day and this novitiate never ends, and you who do it last. Or talk about you, you're afraid even to sleep with a man, you're terrified that you take off the air a story that does not flirt with anyone because you have to infiltrate the terror that someone in your life. Worse, if we stay taken in the midst of you, then you suffer like a dog. You're tired. There is always someone with whom you have to justify that you want to change, or that you have to change for you tenertelo tight, and so you are cultivating the loneliness inside. Yet you tell it, I will also say when you talk to the other. "I'm okay, I'm okay, I'm better this way" and the sky falls by another palm. Or that boy you're going to live, have you lived at Christmas and Easter, in the man we've thrown in the soul, and it's been a long time and we've thrown so much of soul that one day begin to look for you in the mirror, because you do not know who you become. Whatever the case, now you're here. And I know that there is was a moment that you looked down and my feet were in cement. Wherever I was, we were close. In your history, your work, in your solitude, and was a crisis. And you cried. God, how girls cry ... Do you have a water source in the stomach. You cried as you walked into a crowded street, subway station, on the motorcycle. So, suddenly. You could not hold him. And that night you took the car and you drive for hours, because the air will dry the dark cheeks. And then you've dug, you speak, speak as girls. Tears and words. To understand, to pull off a six-meter long root that gives meaning to your pain. "Why do that?" "How come I always say the same scheme? "" may be crazy? "If you are asked for all. ... And then go down with the bulldozer in your story, two-, four hands, and jump out thousands of pieces, an intricate puzzle.
Here This is where everything starts. Did not you know? E 'by the great liver that you want us to look like that, fragmented in a thousand confetti, it starts again. Why does a woman again anyway. He has an instinct inside that will drag on and on. You will need a strategy, you'll need to invent a new form for your new "you", because you are destined to meet again, to introduce yourself. You can no longer be what it was before, before the bulldozer. Do not you excited? slowly you will attract interest , fall in love again by themselves or do it for the first time is like a diesel, part piano. We must insist, but when it's running ... E 'adventure rebuild themselves, the largest. No matter where you start if from the house, the color of the curtains, or cutting hair. I have always adored women in rebirth, for this wonderful way of proclaiming to the world "are new" skirt with a flower or a cool blonde curls. Why everyone should see and understand "beware of the yard is open we are working for you ... but above all for ourselves." More of the sunrises, most of the sun, a woman in rebirth is the biggest surprise, for anyone who meets and for herself. E 'spring to November, when less you expect. "


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Monday, August 24, 2009

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A Special Day

Clarice few days ago he sent an email to someone very important to her, received no answer, nevertheless, firmly believing in the love that had bound her and direct question, he arranged for the evening that had promised an invitation to dinner for 20.00, to try to resolder a relationship ... an invitation to dinner which was to be enlightening and reconciliation.
went to the store and 18.00 to start cooking, not even knowing if he would never come, but optimistic and full of emotions she was cooking for a person who was very fond of.
peppers stuffed with turkey and tomatoes, zucchini and ears with sausage and a salad to finish was the evening's menu.
was nearly 20.00, missing about a quarter of an hour, just long enough for powder and put some 'of eye makeup ... had also thought about the dress: a white shirt with nice pants blacks to match the new earrings that had bought the day before the event medieval.
were now 20.00, and though no one had given any confirmation for the dinner she had prepared the table with great care: they sang and cutlery with glasses for wine that was in the fridge (a White House Rusizi).
were now 20.15 and still no sound ... At 20.30
realized that nobody would come.
pepper and ate his portion of orecchiette, took a bowl and she put in a little 'salad to eat in front of the TV.
The good thing, she thought, smiling, I will not wash dishes ...
bowed again face the bowl of fruit salad and went on eating, pretending that nothing had ever happened.

Her friend suggested that perhaps he had never got the e-mail. "Why?" Clarice said ... because a few days before she had arrived spedisse the mail a notice warning that the contract was to expire for that mailbox. In fact, Clarice
came the question several times and would gladly have forwarded the mail to other addresses, but was afraid to be petulant, heavy, oppressive.
He could call his friend, Tayna, which surely would have told you the box is still active or not the box is no longer active.

What I want to think about now is that e-mail has certainly arrived, but that person no longer has any interest in restoring a relationship.

now sitting on the couch eating his salad with the cats that sit down and look into their eyes.

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

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And so began the medication ...
Pentacle 800 mg tablets

I'm going strong when I was upset because I feel alone in front of what I'm living, maybe a heart condition, maybe diabetic, maybe another cronhiano could understand what it means to take 3 tablets a day fixed for months ...
I am a bit 'sad because what I feel inside is hard to explain to others, from outside and I always have to hide everything behind a smile behind a sympathetic attitude and cheerful, even when all hell breaks loose me in the gut, even when I run to the bathroom, even when I feel bad because I eat fried stuff I should not even see from a distance ...

I'm slowly and stopped drinking coffee, and the next goal and say "hello hello" to my passion for smoking, in the future will eliminate the beer, wine, alcohol, and so in toto on until the dragon that spits in my belly will not cease to exist.

I want to go back one year, two years, run by doctors and say, look at that after a few months will develop what I have ... I would like to send
Cattinara shit, indeed Dr. Antonio Vram, because he was not able to give me a colonoscopy should be, I would send to hell the laboratory Cattinara because they have not been able to find blood in the stool, is seen loud and clear picture of my intestine and that many times I showed it to my mum: I did it with blood and mucus tend to tell me that every doctor visit.

God damn I want to talk to and ask why me, wondering why I did spend some months of shit.
I would like to take a pen and paper and make a nice lineup of what has happened to me last year, a very heavy year, which does not wish it on anyone.
This family has had to touch the bottom of every point of view ... and I tell you honestly, I felt alone, truly alone: \u200b\u200bfor better or worse everyone was committed to stand next to my grandmother and my mother ...
Many times I have been quiet, I lied about the "how are you?" When his stomach was burning and even a popsicle would put out the flames. Many times I said I feel good and maybe your ass on fire for the many times that I had been in the closet.

And now? now I hope that everything is finished. Soon birth and close permanently this year shit is to be deleted from my life ... a year because of illness, bereavement, leave ...

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

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Phase 1 will swim with you but against you

I want to dedicate this book "will swim with you but against you" (Teresa Cioni) to all those people who were able to be close to me this year, and also to those who unfortunately was unable to understand, not failed to support me.
I have forgiven those who abandoned me in the dark, and I realized that maybe asking too much for nothing ...
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The 22 will return to Aviano!
is not important as I'm now, it's important that you know that "I'm trying, nothing else matters ..."

Sunday, June 21, 2009

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Reflection

Last night I had the opportunity to speak at length with a girl ... that made me open my eyes to many things, a bit 'the same things I talk about my psychotherapist (now ex-therapist) and a bit' the same things that I send my body through illness.
When you are at a crossroads ... what? expect many, many people think, however many you throw is a bit 'on the right, a little' left, while others decide on a road only ...
and that's how my body through the disease, which is'? remains anchored to this junction ... does not know what to keep in the body, nor what to let go ... is a problem of discrimination rooted in my psyche, which has hosted the cries for help, and therefore has been poured in a chronic organism.
Well, it's a life that I still live at the crossroads. Why to choose when things can happen by itself? ... In fact choose not only brought me trouble so far ... in both the personal and romantic life, as well as "working."
There is the right and left, both with equally possible and with as many forks ... and frankly, in retrospect, I wonder, and once I remain firm in front of the fork? nothing will happen: not thinking of moving some operations ... not is the power of the mind to make things happen (at least I see the so ...); instead of acting, which is open with the light or the light closed, or with a small lamp or a candle, it makes us move from this situation of stalemate.
Instead we have to do is choose a side street, groping, touching, touch, maybe we will not have the clarity to understand what to do and we will take a lot of heads, but in doing so we definitely felt that way makes us tested. But if we are still at the crossroads, we will never know what we reserve the various possibilities, we roderemo and develop the interior (I think I was a fine example) and chronic autoimmune diseases ...

























it took me many months to figure this thing, and has been with the help of a person, perhaps discovery by chance (now I have to thank) that I realized what I do now, today, to feel really good. This person is a guy who I found to be more present in my life than I thought, a person present for several years but had never considered a different perspective, a person who was present when I was in Aviano, a person who when I was in house sitting on the toilet was present, a person who I have to thank you really interested. She was able to respect my time and smiled when I told him that I can not eat ice cream ...
It made me realize that I gave you the wrong amount other than that I should give it to me, made me realize how important the individual than the group ...
Yet after a while 'made me understand that my path in some respects, is another. With this person, yes, I've rediscovered the love, but not in the way that you can understand ... I discovered a side of love that I thought I lost.
So, thanks, and because of him, I found myself once again at a crossroads. Now the therapist is no more, and not because is dead, simply because he saw that I went out by herself from a situation of shit that I challenge anyone to live. A few days ago told me that it is concerned I do not need therapy ...
This time, trovatami before the junction, I decided quickly. There were half a (are) my love life, my emotional life, my sensibility, my past, my present, my future and my Erasmus in Spain. I reasoned, trying to see beyond appearances, trying to reconcile as far as possible the reasonable mind with the instinctive heart / feeling, and I finally concluded, as well as acted. Which ever way you solve and develop the things that I have given the input I serene ... because I chose instead to remain fixed in a dazed or courage to choose.

[I'm gaining weight again :-) I was passed by 48 to 39 kg, with a peak at least 37 ... and is currently weighing almost 43 kg. I would like to see the whole world that I have my period back after months of artificial cycle. Unfortunately there are people who greeted me in my worst moment, around February and March that now do not see these changes in me, I feel sorry for them mainly because they will in the future, an opinion of me really different from what they are .. . and perhaps these people, deep down, are so taken by themselves not to change his mind about whether someone, even if immersed in shit, can come out!
I'm sorry for those who step in when the table looks at me with eyes when you see an anorexic girl and I'm sorry for those who work in the canteen every day tells me that I can only eat white pasta.] But thank

with the heart that some people were able to understand my pain in recent months ... are people that maybe I never really thanked ... and that in times of need, though I have a character of shit, have accepted with a spoon. People jump out of nowhere, people had not seen in months ...
In retrospect I conclude that: I am overjoyed to have spent these months in hell, not because I have an impeccable Leopardi's pessimistic, simply because thanks to the shit I upped the joy of living.

Friday, June 19, 2009

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final rating of a cat

[... I was with Nik, Bedo and cry. All four were about to leave, when Nik told us he had to go and get alcohol and drugs. We spent € 50 per person including beer and drugs ... I believe I was not so much because I knew that I would not have eaten any of that, except beers. Change

scene told me that suddenly had to leave for Russia and that they went with the car of someone who gave him a ride, then we started to organize all your bags, though I'd be playing.
I pulled my towel on the ground that was full of moths, giant caterpillars, spiders and other insects squashed giant half-dead.
Scene change
Someone told me that he had to write words with Q, and those with CQ than with C. Change

scene I was finally supported my philosophy exam, the judge was a black cat that ran away suddenly.
The teacher asked me to speak of the primacy of practical reason of Fichte, but I quotes the highest good of Kant, as well as the three principles of God, immortality of the soul and freedom. And at some
told her that despite everything we are all homo homini lupus. Change

scene I went to ask Martin if you were paying the dog who had to judge, but told me it was busy, so I took my red cat Mimi. I put it in place of the judge and continued talking. Mimi about thirty seconds after he fell asleep, and the teachers told me that if the cats are sleeping better listen ...]

[... I found myself with my mother and my ex in a shop of children, and my mother was pregnant again, had not yet said but everyone knew it! I took one beautiful fish-shaped frame within which he could put his picture along with the new baby (was a little girl, small and blonde!). My ex
wandered in search of a robe for his cousin ...]

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

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New dreams with one subject

I went to the hospital to visit my ex ... was very bad ... and I went with my dear friend. In front of my ex started talking about the blond with which I am currently attending ... and him as if nothing had a bit 'listened, a bit' was another. Suddenly I found myself with
Bedo around the city, and an immigrant Muslim asked me 50 €, I gave it to him ... then he stole my bag telling me that he would never come back if I had not given those 50 €.
the sun was rising, Bedo and I were in the same place as before, and we saw the Mecca, when people started to get on the ground to pray ... so did my friend and I asked why since it was not Muslim. I did too. After the prayer
arrivammmo university and there were all students ersamus, including a large number of Dutch. There I met the blond
me babbling something about the two of us, but especially about my ex knows that too!
Me and my ex we looked at and we knew wanted to get back together. Cheerful and happy, joking together for a period that I and we had attended the fair.



I was pregnant, but not my ex, nor any other man, pregnant and all. The girl was born Aug. 15! I was back with the coriera a place full of gypsies (a fact I spoke in English making me see five Eruo burned) ...
coriera picked too soon entered into five euro from the ground!
There I was with my grandmother and my classmate who has abused a child and the way we met another friend of mine who was a child was violently beaten by his father!
arrived in Trieste ... was August 17th (my birthday), x walking the city, without the child, and I saw my ex that does not even stop to greet me. I walked over, I passed the church of Ross Street and saw a coffin with a funeral car! My ex followed me down the street, coming back, scrutinizing, but always in the shadow: none of them spoke and greeted each other. And that silence was destroying both.



I had to attend a race by race, but I had stolen the car in which were the trainers for racing. I tried desperately to ... Meanwhile
was my former who had dyed his hair blond (he is morissimo! and it sounds like a blond joke !!!)... I told them it was because both dyed their hair now everyone did what they wanted and were in many tingerseli ...

Saturday, June 6, 2009

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Everything bleeds bleeds

convince my mom that was cut (with a kitchen knife), the left thumb of the hand, foot and big toe snistro the left breast.
She cut these three parts of the body, although no body parts began to feel sick, I lost too much blood and suffering also from within. Incorporated the shreds of my body and tried to hang him: with kitchen towels and glue.
scene change
I decided to rush to the hospital because I was really bad (I went to the hospital ... just because the child is actually really close to my house) and doctors of the hospital (they were one man and one woman) band and all they saw me coming bloody ...
explained to them that I had convinced my mom to cut those parts of the body, but they did not believe it and thought I was part of a satanic cult super secret and I was going to be immortalized.
scene change
now riattaccatti the shreds to the body were becoming gangrenous, were yellowing and beginning to lose all life.
scene change
My mom told me that until I riattaccatto those parts would not be adequately match for the holiday in the mountains.

Friday, June 5, 2009

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[... The cramps were getting stronger, but I knew that my gut was behaving like that. It was a habit, but now sad lasting habit. We did not even notice it, so that kept going around the city.
scene change
cramps stopped, almost. But I started to bleed from the vagina ... like menstruation, I have rarely had that course had begun. I knew that was not my period, I knew it was nothing. The uterus was sore, stinging and I felt a void in the deadly underbelly.
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I wandered into the car scene with my parents, who did not want to take me to their head in osepedale because my pains were immagginari, so I went to see this blood flowing from my legs. It was just a really nice show, especially because I did not have the emotional strength to control the tears.
The blood came out and out ... and did not stop.
scene change
continue to run in the car, round, without a goal, the goal was not to take me to hospital ...]

Monday, May 18, 2009

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All dreams

It 'difficult to explain what I dream recently: a mix of reality, meetings dream and dream real in the sense of timeless, spaceless ...
The reality is the most stark; like a mother standing on a chair before the pulpit, or as a hospital with no way out, the food trasmessomi intravenous ... or examination to which they are repeatedly rejected: This might seem like the easiest part to live and play, but underneath it's the meanest, the most archetypal, that reminds me of the origins of all the trauma that I'm slowly overcoming.
The meetings are the most useful dream, are revealing, because I can talk with those parts of me that are not in the open during the day. I can understand why the attitudes of my thousand. One night I meet a different mother, one night a father who is not my one night a gypsy and a night yet brother died ... These are dreams that do not show me nothing but my innumerable facets, revealing for what I am.
[I refer here to the speech that Michael showed me in Naples: the time is ripe for me, now I just want to have the courage to come forward.]
The dream is real for the time being the least understood of my sleep. Dreaming has always been for me a lot of fun and evasive, as well as tragic and dramatic, indeed like any other histrionic side of my existence (note well: histrionic, not narcissistic!), But I want to understand the real meaning of all those objects that occur and which have a role that I can understand how lighting: the scrolls a bit 'new a bit' old, a wonderful display of hats from the Belle Epoque ...

remains important for me to dream, as well as breathing and eating (even if my relationship with food is a bit counter that does not mean I do not see fit to survival), and the dream is a sort of revelation from which the mind, and so the man can not escape: the dream world before you open, because the world is you and nothing but you. And that is when your world (a sort of psychic truth of its own) then you open that you hold the key to the whole world! This seems rather simplistic
so my outlook on life, but I think so which is:
man needs to understand, first of himself, as a result and therefore normally, the other, the whole world, the reality that surrounds him, dell'universus in full (Universus in the sense of "all things" ). To explain everything in terms filomatematici I could say that the understanding of his world is a condition strictly necessary but not sufficient for understanding dell'universus.
strictly necessary for the reasons I mentioned earlier: a bit 'meaning to Jung, I argue that only by understanding the intimate and personal unconscious can be accessed as if by magic into the collective unconscious ["What comes after death is something of a glow so unspeakable, that our imagination and our senses can not even conceive of approximately ... Sooner or later, the dead become one with us, but in actual reality, we know little or nothing of that way of being. What we know of this land, after death? The dissolution of our eternity does not involve a temporary loss of meaning: rather, we hear all members of one body "], not just because it seems to me quite logical, there is also limited to those who understand their world and not has the ability to go further (eg to recognize their own autistic world, which is also its own security, but what lies beyond is a threat to them; In fact it should be noted that every symptom is a kind of arrangement that the mind is to live peacefully for better or worse).

And perhaps, almost certainly, that is why until now most of my relationships have gone a bit 'down the drain. They need all times, even without making a fuss of being surrounded by people in their own way stable, which ended up destabilized because of me, they sought the stability that I'd need, find it in me. I created some reports 'a bit sick' employees, not realizing that happiness and stability depended and still depend on me.
Well, a quantum leap, a leap psychic (I call it "area of proximal development "taking inspiration from Vygotsky, though he refers to cognitive development and not personal, as I do) for three months, from total darkness to light.

AU REVOIR!

Friday, May 15, 2009

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Filius dixit lunae

Throughout history there are many examples of men who believed imminent "end of the world." Actually, this seems a very subjective projection and further elevated to a global scale (ie, according to the subjective consciousness, all-encompassing) of a personal situation, we'll see how 'critical': from greek krisis, choice.
event in the lives of these people experience a radical change (in the family, professional, existential) this projection 'Ghost', as in the case of some dreams, it becomes a mental representation of how the test will be (according to their aspirations) in the future.
Depending on the personality more or less structured or strong this messianism outright haunt the subject, causing him to lose objectivity and contact with reality.
An example is instructive in this regard semantic: The greek word telos, in the Second Testament is to be understood as 'the end, the goal' to be achieved and not achieved or the end of a situation or thing. It comes from brother 'starting point or destination for a specific'; therefore for this basic concept of context religious / existential the telos is not intended as an event: the 'end of the world' but as an action to perform and carry out: the end of human life or the world.
You may wonder now: Where does this but the concept of man?
As we saw in the reported cases, persons affected by deficiencies or major changes tend to 'act out' a performance by the end of the world, when in reality what happens is just an end of 'his world' until then lived.
interiority originates from there and everything will unravel the skein of life.
E 'the Image women that focuses each symbol of the ancestral desire to return to communion with nature (in this context it is the desire for a better world).
also the nature and, in turn, primordial and eternal feminine entity, that recurs in all manifestations of femininity each and every entity, being the projection of an individual outcome of the plenary expansions of the Goddess, as reflected in the figure to 'infinite in countless erotic in the broadest sense, the expressive possibilities.
All that said unconscious is told mostly in religious terms: this not only because man is homo religiosus but also, specifically, because the contents of the unconscious (a set of infinite sets according to Jung) seem to 'behave' in a numinous as that in the unconscious and the dream apply: spaceless, timeless, equality and interchangeability between disparate things in the waking state, interpenetration, etc.. and this explains the strong emotional impact that religious language has on humans. If
in the Gospel according to John eschatology (the doctrine on the last things) is presential (escaton is the here and now), in the worldview of the Goddess, to which I refer, there is even messianism and eschatology.
In the Middle Ages, there was a certain messianism female (see the example of Aradia de Toscano, born in 1313, within the ancient religion and Guglielma Bohemia, born in 1269 or so, the margins of Christian orthodoxy), but it arose as a reaction to the messianism and oppressive mandatory age; Furthermore, it was a sui generis because messianism reiterated the Goddess, ultimately always present and always in action in the World 'his' creature.

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Wednesday, May 13, 2009

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Sophie Huber

E 'was born in Trieste, July 20, 1914. I do not know what she looked like, but it was certainly small, blonde, pretty, a bit 'sour or bitter, arrogant ... educated, cultured, a bit 'German, a little' Istrian was Triestina. As one of those beautiful "mule de Trieste" housewives, women of the world, workers, mothers, wives and girlfriends, lovers and mundane. It was definitely blonde and had what I do not have blue eyes. He was much loved and shapely hats, big, gaudy, eye and that gave that stood out the curls. The parents had the shop, maybe they were tailors, butchers perhaps, certainly had the shop, but his studies to move away from that world.
knew a man, older than her family's approval and very seductive. A tall man. A man who years later is still present in her life and that it will be for at least another hundred years. One man definitely more German than you, certainly more Austro-Hungarian Empire in the strict sense of the word. They married too soon enough, around 24 years, but unfortunately had to be accompanied by her mother Sofia altar. Her father abandoned her before, he left his mother and little sister Sophia came from very little.
The two married and conceived three children: one female, one male and one female, who attualmemte living in Trieste. The two children have grown up like her mother: son remained bassine, blondes and have an elegance and class that is known only to those who love neo-classicism. The male has become like his father, a pragmatic man, in no uncertain terms that there is a white or black. A man decided that it does not turn back if not for love.
Sofia widowed, and three years after she died herself. August was a nearly 21 years ago, it was August 17, was a hot day, a Wednesday afternoon.

Monday, April 20, 2009

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Reflection on Monday April 20

Ego leads to mean the last word, and so will never end!!
There is something much more important in everyone and goes beyond the earthly dimension, with the abuse of power, conflict and self assertion through arrogance or the last word.
must necessarily come to feel pain to understand how important it is love?
necessarily have to get to the bottom to understand that we are others, that the other is us, when we hurt someone and that caused us, in truth, the wound?

Saturday, April 11, 2009

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For a person

Faced with what is happening to me now my psycho-emotional problems have virtually no relevance ...
I earnestly ask the real importance of the world that gives life.
At the end you know what I say? the people you leave, you spring, quarrels, lose your job, do not talk ... and most people are too busy to do everything rather than thinking about life, to love each other, to love those nearby. Unfortunately there are few situations that allow you to understand that life is much more than "a boyfriend left me" or "I took the examination 18" ... Well ... What I would like to find tomorrow's easter egg? Marco does not, nor a degree, or a job or a house, but the child who has lost my mother ... I want to be that small 3cm in which the heart has stopped beating back there, to grow and be born a few months.
Well, I've always lived my countless adventures (boyfriend, friends, it seems absurd mental, illness ...) as insoromontabili things and situations and from which there was no way out, and instead the only reality that has way out is death.
A person to whom I love now there beside me, but I know he is alive and this is enough for me, I'm quite ill physically, but I do not have cancer or terminal illnesses and this should make me feel good ... and in fact I'm fine.
It 's the people who complain about every little bullshit and is not able to look at solutions for what they are ... are people who want to pretend to look for solutions greater than themselves, and not content with what he has ...
well, I would be happy just to be alone, without that person, without a degree, maybe bald, ugly and stupid, but with a brother / sister ... and instead each castle that everyone had built fell in about 3 seconds.
And the agony more terrible is to see their mother crying over the death of an unborn child, not yet given birth, without a name, date, sex, a character ...
Those few moments are enough to disappoint expectations, ideas, thoughts, dreams, ambitions ... are sick enough to make an entire family who can not handle a situation bigger than it looks: a death!

There is a reason why I wrote this ... my mom is sitting in bed crying and eating snacks, my dad works 25 hours a day, stopping only because it would reflect too much on what happened, and I can not express all that much except that in writing. Once I felt more free to express especially in the company of anyone in particular, but now that someone is gone I have to adapt accordingly.

I just want to tell anybody that does not have to spend your life caring about crap ...
... because if one day the person you so loved and hated, the person with whom you have fought so much, that you sent to hell there will be more definitively, it would sell arms and legs only to see five minutes into the distance and realize that all those problems you mentioned with the word "shit" are a front for anything else ...

How much time wasted on arguing rather than to live ... and I had / have the opportunity to live, I wonder why someone like the little brother that I had, this has been denied ...

He existed in the lives of all of us for about 10 days ... also had his Easter egg, his signature on the greeting card for Grandpa Bruno and a brand new pair of shoes that had taken Aunt Lella, as well as a beautiful embroidery that I was doing cross-stitch ... and now with him there is a small medical record, whose name is "abortion procedure 10 +6" ...

I want to tell you not to leave anything open, to talk, to communicate and to love, because as long as there is love, love is everything: my mom and I do not put up with, but who 's accompanied her to the hospital? IO.
I hope to prevent others from doing what I did: to live by giving importance to read subtleties, rather than to real feelings ... and here I refer in particular to a situation.

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

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cyclicality

Underneath things repeat themselves, there is in my life, so cyclicality in the world as a whole which, though known, there, constantly amazes me.
this is cyclical, which is expressed often in the reports, sentimental, emotional, family ... is a succession of situations, more or less real, more or less contradictory and more or less misunderstanding, which come and go like the thoughts of those who make them.
And finally, after creating these situations, good or bad that had to be born, because we, temperamentally and emotionally, to give birth, we are left holding a handful of nothing ... a handful of memories ...
A handful of pleasant memories, sad, about to smile, which means "again ...", again why we hope to understand cyclical event happened before.

Teine Just my friend (he knows who he is:-D) cycle lives: their cycles usually last 2 years and every two years he falls into the abyss of depression and utter, from which it rises again within a maximum of 3 months.
And now what about him? tells me that I have to believe in what I do, I believe this!
tells me that I work for myself but keeping one end, now I consider impossible, basically, I work on myself, but the purpose has gone to hell ...
tells me that I really have a life sucker, sucker I do not have a life, am I to feel alive, it is sad to say, at this point in life I need to suffer. And suffer
does not do anything, except that to grow (the words of Marco foiba). In fact, he wishes me well, but some bad, that I can understand, in time, what, how, when and why did wrong ... that I may, as he says, to recover what is still recoverable, even in extremis, perhaps with a patch ...

Tomorrow I'll know if I have a brother or sister, it excites me, very much.

Now there is nothing but wait ... What I do not know, maybe a train of desires, perhaps a caravan (?), maybe a blue fairy, a witch ... waiting, and waiting, and hoping to avoid creating further misunderstanding, act in good faith.
I
life crammed with misunderstandings, things unspoken, thoughts and reflections kept spoken to me ... if I had spoken with the proper authorities in time Now look at all the family, the mother's pregnancy and yet the cyclical maleddeta with more conviction and awareness.
And ok, ...

Monday, March 9, 2009

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The fountain ill. Aldo Palazzeschi.


We carry a beautiful poem by Aldo Palazzeschi, The Fountain ill. It 's a funny series of short verses in which one can see the intent to highlight the pretentiousness of the poetic tradition past and present, turning to a topos of the lyric of all time, that of the fountain and water. It 's interesting to note that the initial phonemes want to make the sound of a fountain that is hard to draw from his pipe the water jet, and then' cough ': the modern fountain is sick and stupid with his lament, anguish in its repetitiveness , annoying to the point that the poet is willing to do anything to shut him up, even perhaps die to the fountain.


Fountain sick (from Poems, 1930).

Clof, clop, cloche,
cloffete,
cloppete, clocked
,
chchch ...
E 'down,
in the courtyard, fountain

poor sick;
that agony!

hear coughing.
coughs, coughs
,
a little
is silent again ...

coughs. My poor

Fontana,
evil
you

heart I would.
It is silent,

does not throw anything.
It is silent, is heard not


noise whatsoever, which
maybe ... maybe

is dead?
Horror!
Ah! no.
here again,

still coughing.
Clof, clop, cloche,
cloffete,
cloppete, clocked
,
chchch ...

The Tuberculosis kills.
holy God, that his

eternal
cough

makes me die a little

is fine, but so
... What
complain! But Habel
!
Victory!
Go,
run,

close to the source,

kills me that his eternal

cough!
Go,
put something


end to make it, maybe ...


maybe die.
Madonna!
Jesus!
No more!
Not anymore. My poor

Fontana,
with evil,
you have, you end

see,

you kill me well.
Clof, clop, cloche,
cloffete,
cloppete, clocked
,
chchch ...

Saturday, February 28, 2009

See-thru-underwear-for-men

an evening working

My dad George and I saddled two German clients, even Salzburg in Austria, came to Trieste to see the old pearl of Austria, I say.
very proud of that, until proven otherwise because my grandmother was Gottinger, serve me well and I take care of them throughout the evening.
ask me to drink wine and not a squalid tavern in St. James, but the famous FRANCHIAQUARTA ... that, ok ... the premise that my knowledge wineries are, you, limited, but so far I understand immediately that the franchiaquarta, they insisted chiestomi, THERE! then offer him a very good Berlucchi (good for those who appreciate the bubbles ...).
They drink it and taste only after about half an hour, thanks to cunning of his father, I understand that was a franchiaquarta FRANCIACORTA! Clara well done, I say: THE Berlucchi Franciacorta is!
The "dumplings" now I want a mixed platter for two of marinated and raw ... to please and I put everything that is on display, including new entries: shrimp with walnuts and apple green and salmon with mushrooms and rocket!
Very satisfied eating bad to ask after a stir-fry ... "Mit Kartoffeln" added the German man, but I do notice a little 'sad, a little' laughing in his face because he asked me just a German potatoes, potatoes that have not, unfortunately!
Before you taste the fried mixed dondoldi eat two, and I watch them very happy, surprised as well!
Meanwhile, the two funny guys kept asking for glasses franchiaquarta (Berlucchi), but here it comes: twist! want to switch to a still wine ... I offer all that we have: Primosic, Cociancich the Viarte, villanova ... and what they choose? Primosic of a chardonnay (not bad I must say ...) and begin the long hours of drunk still!
Time passes (about 2 hours ...) and the glasses on their table up ... so far we are at about 10 glasses per person (Berlucchi and mix of chardonnay). A bottle filled with 7 glasses ... then you do the calculation!
Almost end of the evening we offer you glasses of strawberry and chocolate Venchi that we more or less to all customers. The lady believed to have caviar and in fact I demand a piece of bread, but I note that it is chocolate ... then laughs and starts to eat
Now they want a grappa, but GRAPPA MORDBI'DA COMO OIL tell me to clean THROAT, NOT COUGAR COUGAR make me understand. What's port, which is not the port? I ask if they want a new sweet wine of Pantelleria, very good ... I ask if they want the Marsala ... but these GRAPPA NEIN NEIN! and then ... Prime Grapes is over, we pass the old grapperia (and you make out the bottle!). After the brandy
ask me two other glasses of chardonnay, but here they come back after a couple of laps to Berlucchi, which I believe has left a mark in their hearts, now!
end of the evening: the two Austrians, very happy with the culinary, drank 20 cups in 2 steps from Berlucchi chardonnay, and chardonnay grappa to return to Berlucchi: or, let's hurt!
They spent something like 120 € in two and left me € 15 tip! BENONI
SAY!

Customers subsequent were not the best, because I was mistreated, and even if it is the more appropriate term, denigrated!
were three: an old woman with a gray bob, a blonde color from the fake smile and stupid, and an old man with a beard that I found to be the designer of the lipsticks!
well ... the blonde asks me three franciacorta ... Berlucchi, Montenisa, Monterosso, cats ... I try to convince her to drink Berlucchi, because we had already opened the bottle! and she was like "they know them all ... I will settle for a Berlucchi" (as if the water in the toilet!). Towards the three glasses and asks if he wants something to eat, his sour and rude response is: yes thank you, but we do with her! waiting for someone else!
[these are the moments where I have to be quiet, otherwise my mind would jump out of vindictive and rude all at once!]
Then there is George ... to make blonde flat Slamon well with mushrooms and arugula, and the girl claims that the salmon is smoked! I say that is not smoked, on the contrary: it is raw! Her, saying "things that we ask him and see who is right" is brutally betrayed by George, who attends the scene. (Note that the old I do not even have asked sorry!).
Now they want something firm, and considering that George and Dad are busy with other clients, they are obliged to ask me! I ask ALL FEATURED! And when I say ALL: I INTEND TO ALL!
not trusting me expect it to him before the law ... George who knows me from my stupidity, I told you not to capuzzi cabbage! better to be sighted, no!?
At the end of Villanova Tocai want a ...
So eat, drink ... separate account and ask! And they also fault the fact that, according to them, who made the account, so I was wrong! Why argue and argue that there is a glass more "was the young lady," says the blonde! Miss, me, goes and points out that the cup which they say is too much is just the blonde lady and therefore has not missed a damn thing!
Pagano, go away and do not greet me!

Friday, February 6, 2009

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My death

I dreamed often situations in which risk of dying, but still, I could save ... or I'd wake up, or run away, or did the long and acrobatic somersaults.
This night, however, the face of death, I died ... in my dreams I did not do anything to escape from death. I let myself go.
What now seems very symbolic, and do not know whether to be linked more to Crohn's disease, polycystic ovary, my characteristics of border-line or my anxiety attacks. Or maybe all this is nothing but mixed ... and the dream is just the icing on the cake!

Anyway ...

I was working at the fish (evening) came a group of five women who put out by ordering a bottle of yellow ribolla. One of these women, blond and very curly, almost frizzy-haired, tended to control the other, saying if they could eat or not. In fact, another came to me and ordered me some secret Sardone (anchovies), shrimp and Pedoca (mussels) to bring fried takeaway. I went back and made myself go to my mother, who was behind the counter, 5 glasses and a bottle of wine. Meanwhile
came a man, bearded, tall, old, French-looking and educated. This stood at the counter and began to wonder if I was serving for the courtesy. I told him I had to have patience for a moment because I was serving the sir.
He did serve in the meantime, George.
I went back out to see if the five women was all right. At that moment the tall, bearded first I was not able to serve was hit by a gun of lords, who were probably of French secret agents, dressed in blue, with a bulletproof vest, he was shot, not making no noise, no becoming too obvious, in fact had the shortness of disappearing immediately.
I failed to see the words that had one of them, the one who shot that was surely his head on the jersey back. There were four letters.
ran inside to tell my mom.
... but I knew that things would end there ...
Day following the early morning we woke up all (sleeping in fish, there was me, my mum, my dad, my sister (?) and other children (?)) because we knew that they would come back to me.
I saw them from the window that they were preparing, they were wearing, and were loading their weapons.
I hid in a kind of closet, but out the window of this closet began one of them with a sort of laser gun began to hit me again and again: all this caused me pain, but was slowly killing me (maybe it was poisonous ... maybe touched some weakness, I do not know!). I pretended to be dead, but he continued and continued.
then killed my sister and my mom and dad were desperate. I was dead but my soul was trying to comfort me. So I followed them and, indeed, if I could put in their arm.
the day of the funeral was also attended by French secret agents had killed me, my mom totally ignored them. After the funeral I sat in his arms and tried to comfort her.
The man who had killed was very sorry, but it was more ordered, said that he was killed in turn by the man who had killed more days before the bearded man that I was unable to serve. It ran off on his black car.

Sunday, January 11, 2009

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The victim becomes the persecutor

[... I, my mother, my grandfather, my grandmother and my aunt were locked in a kind of concentration camp. We had just called the flight. But before I had to steal away the cured meats (salami, cheese ...) and clothes! Change

scene after stealing them had come into a bathroom, or one at a time or all at once and wash. The bathrooms were full of cameras (the concentration camps were much more modern equipped !!!), so I had to hide the bag with cold cuts and his clothes very quickly, hoping that the Nazis did not know it. Change

scene I was very slow to wash in the bathroom, but the truth was that I could not hide the bag! I looked out the window and tried to understand, talking to the inmate who was on the other side of the road, if we were on the roof snipers. He told me that there was a sniper on the roof of David! Considering that the sniper was still could not escape. Change
scene
Our technique of escape would be this: throw the bag over the barbed wire and then do a long jump over the wire. But we could not do any of this !...]

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A sudden death

[... I was in my room, my mom was in bed and I was talking the next day she died: they decided that after the he had done, would have injected a poison in the blood (usually American death penalty). I do not believe it, I was very ill and crying, sobbing. I could not believe that from nothing, from day to day I would be removed Mom. Change
scene
She was always lying on the bed crying I told her that I had never said if all his life had always been so cold and not very affectionate, she still had to know that I wanted so much good (they have been the exact words). And does not accept the fact that she would go. How would I do without her?
crying, crying and stamping his feet in a room is potendomi capacitive idea that she would die the next day and I could not help it. Change

scene came the next day, I and my father accompanying him in the place where she would die. She went upstairs and after a little 'back on the street, I asked her what she would have died within "a couple of hours, "he said ...]

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

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Not now, but soon!

I have not forgotten my blog! In fact, I'm going to write much this year! I have just completed a very intense period of work, now I think of giving the final exam ... and then up to the end of February I doubt I can post something! But there are! Cogito ergo sum!
you soon!
Laura.