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.. If tirum via el cuveerc and if impienissum of songs ..

Everything is in place, ordered as a gift shop. So many little things that look at us with a blank stare and imperceptible, sent by the better side because of their ready to capture our attention. What has changed in these crazy days, so short yet so infinite, what is not seen. You changed what you hear, the soundtrack has changed the scenario without having to move even a single comma.

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

walking home, I felt observed. There was nobody with me, to observe and was briefly the world. Everything around me was careful to watch my steps one after the other on the ice that envelops the streets. A trick I learned to walk on ice without any problems is to be decided: a walk full of hesitation, caution and poverty is much more susceptible to slip than a proud and determined, even careless. Another sign of how life is constantly reflecting in our daily , gives us answers that contain metaphors for something bigger. Besides, life is a huge ice path where we stumble from time to time, without notice.

The love is gone from my life, and if I am sad for defining this would not be honest to the end. Being in love makes us vulnerable, constantly puts us on the street. Not too many sentences of fact, I do some tangible example: no more pain ahead a phone that does not light with the his name, nothing more sentences written to "fix", no more rigorous control over every little our behavior, no more sleepless nights with a bed that becomes a circus which are part of acrobats and jugglers of our thoughts and more impossible ... well I could stay here to write a thousand more examples. Now I'm relaxed, smooth and without fear. Perhaps rightly so. Maybe. Yes, because despite the millions of ups and downs is still a phenomenal magic. Am I wrong if I say that is to miss she , it is not. A miss is that maybe in love with Matthew. Now I'm back what it was before "be burned" by this strange force, I think the only time so far. He who in most things is dry and cynical, but I feel so strong, I feel that in the end have always been.

It's late, it is night. Let's try for the first time to take everything that life gives us, without excessive precautions and with a great desire to jump. As the great Davide Van de Sfroos "This is the of San Macacu, the knuckle de San Nissoen if tirum via el cuveerc and if impienissum of songs." . We riempiamoci
and all, let us live and varied. Do not be satisfied with the monotony of a world in black and white when we have a full palette of colors to use as you like. Fantasy, imagination and inspiration.

Matthew.

Flower Tucci Vs Sarajay

Dramatherapy: Storytelling in the Attic

Storytelling in the Attic: Memories and Performance (2011)
by Creative Drama & Theatre In-Out,
directed by E. Joachim

Video: Attic ... in YOUTUBE

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The butterfly effect.

you are the one most wanted, the one with whom I have learned many things. At this distance everything is fed: you were my war, my smiles and my anger. Then you came back with a new charm that fills you, then you're gone with the same simplicity, but this time it's really nothing left, you've taken away everything.

Sunday, January 30, 2011

phlegmatic In this Sunday in late January, you can wake up with a ray of sunshine that comes knocking on the window. The night was long, but we do not rest satisfied ever.
The perfume that you breathe out is intense, almost gives annoyance: the salt that gets into your nostrils seems that it fits into you there.

I should be sad, I should be crushed and killed. But they are not at all. I squeezed all the love like you do with an orange, which now remains only the peel. I have never regretted open me so much with her until Friday morning, but then I realized I made a huge one and only stupid. Do not play with feeling. I became lethargic, and this will make me stronger. But this time really no turning back. I can not promise me, in life there is only one thing is certain, I will try but seriously this time.

The ice covering everything outside. How celofan that wraps the objects and makes them bright, almost austere coldness. They do not say anything, and their frost look like ornaments scattered here and there without following a rule. Wherever you do not follow a logic, a design is all incredibly abstract. We, however, with the heart, which theoretically should be with our spirit of those "rebels" are the ones that instead of trying to follow a path of logical steps that once we tried to establish.

What is strange is that every step, every movement and every little attitude that we do not even think about it, will write our future. The butterfly effect, the butterfly effect. It's all a piece that we put in a position from which all others will depend. Just try to imagine a change of the past, our lives would not have this.

Matthew.

Chest Infection How Many Days Off

Drama: above the water

Dancing Boat, FREE WORKSHOPS Workshop, 28.01.11

The Alice had taken a different route this time, approaching the coast of Lazio and fearless in the months to come cu this is usually not the case. It 's so that takes advantage of some shark, predator and hound, sniffing, because behind them some small tuna. "The sea for me ... and this boat is freedom, is the silence of the night a few miles from land, something that every trouble falling asleep, even if you're alone ..."- Franco's eyes were a little shiny and as salt water that was telling -"... and then the boat "-was pointing to the photo on the table- "... Is a crop. It 'been a long drawn out, driven by the fishermen, because otherwise the high tide, after six hours if you would be taken away." That was the sense of the deep wound on the sand, which ran from the shoreline towards the land, to stop it, put it in a safe, that shell of power at sea, a fishing boat. "Maybe the engine they took him away .... I do not see. With my partner we decided to have two sea ... it is always better ... are things you learn from the sea. There were a short distance from the coast that day and the sea began to stir ... and I thought that if we had not had the engine or it had been damaged .... that would have bumped the rocks. Since then we have always two on board. These are things you learn over time and then not fall more in the same mistakes. Yes, the sea is peace, but you need to know to take ".
Black ascoltva concerned with air and with those words he had made the film again, the voices of the sailors, the confusion seemingly disorganized, made up of water splashing, d ' instability on the boats, as many as you will hear screams ... this boat ...., networks and arms ... so many arms as he hoisted above those tuna, sparkling like the sea. "Yes, this boat must be been used much and now is resting, is as old as old is the sea and who plows ... well become old and wise too, with all those stories, and successes of uncertainties, fears, courage ...". Among those eyes and Franco Nero seemed he had initiated a ping pong table for those who do not drop any ball outside the field, a perfect pass and continuous of thoughts and emotions that do not require crushed or low blows. "I like this light, the sky is dark, but it seems that the sun wants to win at all costs ... even the white sand accentuates the shape of the shadow on the beach where there laid the boat "- Persephone left out of his voice, now shining like the sun, a conchglia invisible, able to collect and emotions, there rested askew on his lips-" It is well this place " -She had just said, but all expressed the freedom of a home on that site described open and illuminated.
"The hard work does not count, nor fears anything goes ..." - Everything changes sooner or later ... this was responding to the Sun and her director, without interruption, "... this boat has sailed a lot and I have seen things ... beautiful, ugly, and yet here it is ... resting and unharmed, and the clamor over the suspicion that sometimes they fear and distress ". It 's true wood of the boat had to be old, but still good, yet he had talked with many waves, with much wind.
"I ... yes, I was just carried away ... I had to close books, scan sheets and put writing. The photos I took, and so conducted between memories and emotions, even cucendosi something that I'm reading these days, even led me to the moon on the water this nutshell! "- A full-scale abduction behind a picture and some comments of his companions on the blog, all private, but now public.
The collection of feelings and colors that Beatrice was telling was not over. He spoke, described sitting next to the boat, under a sky that promised a cloudy, a storm, it did not matter ... It was night, but I say ... it was the time of sunset and lovers steal the light and the scent plunged into the sea at sunset. The children try to stem more a little soon to steal the waves, in the evening, that castle to the shore. The soul, however, rests and listens to live at that hour. Its Starfish, his boat could expect everything, because everything had already seen.
"The mind can become like a feather ...- he began softly-Pulcinella, in short, I mean ... can slide over the water, dive or to stay in sleeping and feel that is close to a whisper. It belongs to the boat that rest on the sea shore, up ahead on the beach "- It 's so that Pulcinella imagine the hand and used the rough sailor caressing the wood, as there was her little girl, the woman he loved. While describing is no longer with us, it was removed, figure mirrored by that light she and the golf has slipped from her shoulder, she noticed it. That place is able to make you forget, but give you many memories and visions, accompanied by a boat ... that dance.