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. "
Jack Crowd - Diego Cugia
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