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It 's time to talk, just a taste of those who beyond all doubt, provided all the inspiration and reason to open this blog: The goddess Romanian. Provo two diametrically opposed emotions As I prepare to do it: on one hand the memory hugs me until I fall into a limbo of positive feelings, on the other I feel a tear because of his absence. "A week forever," however, goes beyond all this and that is why I write. This raises the question of whether it is better to complain or regret. The likely result is always the same (depending on how one lives it): a big pain. Having lived for a moment what then, if in the end I'm smeared on a wall from which I can not tear myself away. Manu, Sabrina, Alexandra, Francesca and all of you pardon me, but unfortunately something bigger has taken possession of my life.

Mine is only a facade of convenience: a few have been honest. The truth is that, if time helps to heal all, is a moment for me is a century does not matter: in any case is painful and exhausting but I am confident of succeeding. That's why I think it's time to talk, just a taste, of whom no doubt, gave me all the ideas and reasons for opening this blog: The goddess Romanian. Provo two diametrically opposed emotions As I prepare to do it: on one hand the memory hugs me until I fall into a limbo of positive feelings, on the other I feel a tear because of his absence. "A week forever," however, goes far beyond all that, and that is why I write. I know it's very late, but I will in any event, tell a story, one that often are used to read novels: those that advance the cinema shows on the big screen or small it is. So a story like many others, maybe maybe not romantic. Certainly the plot bizarre, disturbing and even cruel in any case, in particular, so violent in its beginning to seem almost unreal ... a dream. The problem is exactly that, it is the honest truth, and here comes the first of many paradoxes of the many contradictions that I will try to make you understand. I will use a language that you too can understand ... no, please do not get me wrong, it's my fault. I sometimes use terms that even I can fully understand, just that. I want to tell you a week of pure emotional excitement. Remember those inner feelings we felt when younger, he lived the emotions with a sense almost all hormonal? The involvement was immediate and, when the mind is lost in imaginary thoughts, our body vibrated with an ardor almost insane. The rapid heart beat and was always the most easily recognizable because of the emptiness felt that gripped the pit of my stomach. If you forgot you now, all you will, I hope, clearer. A week consists of seven days or 168 hours, or 20,160 minutes of ... Einstein was absolutely right: time is relative. I could say platitudes such as "... one day a week ...";" or "is an eternity and yet ..."." ... a fleeting moment ... ". For my part, I can only say that I lived intensely. No clock could ever give rhythm to the minutes and hours, you know why? Simply put, the time has stopped, and in that interval of time, I'm lost, but believe me I was not alone ... and from here starts a week forever. Please let me say one more thing, just one. The end of everything boils down to a not so recent, but beautiful song by Neil Young that I make my own just for a phrase;

" .. . The m just a dreamer But You Were Just a Dream ... "

Yes, if I'm just a dreamer, you were just a dream. Very nice REM sleep in a little 'less is fine but when you wake up like that. And yet here I find myself wondering whether it is right or wrong. My behavior is rational or giving am really crazy? Even this is not to be underestimated. Living chimeras, dreams, feelings lost and the unreality of those things are not grown and I should be at least in terms of master. My analyst, dignified and patient person (sorry, but I should be the patient?) Long before I realized that I am a generally unreliable, let alone in their feelings. What makes me most angry is that my existence has always been a me live the life and not the other way as it should be normal. I to say, except denials introspective, that if you see me now appear in the newspaper in a certain way is because I always get overwhelmed by life. Why then off on a tangent and seeking external stimuli unconsciously, absurd and not consistent with what I wheel around. In those phases, I've seen several times, only the instinct guide me ... pity that does not have a driver's license! So ... one disaster after another. Though opening the account, go forward until, when everything becomes a catastrophe within that involves not only me but also externally, who gravitates to my person with damage that were sometimes irreparable. Would you stop? Do not you dare, groped to recover is something very difficult. I understand the concept: you get what I'm babbling. I'm not even mad at all. I just went on a caterpillar, they are all broken so much pain that I not only blurs the view but even worse thought. The tragicomic thing however is that, despite everything, are unreasonably radiant, even though I am aware that the sun and do not handle will be little. And what a little patience, listen and follow my thoughts, perhaps before long you too will understand. For over twenty years I feel the need to write. I am well aware that this is not because of my narcissism (as someone said), I would say instead of Italo Svevo, absolute forerunner of writing introspective, during He taught for decades. My requirement is obvious. The desire to outsource more than you think is great. A little care if you read this paper. I just want to finish my task: fathom the reason of my being. I'm very self-critical and you can not leave deviarmi. They argued that I should be more descriptive, to fully understand the meaning of this, I gave background to the archives of Google and also to my little patience. Understood the meaning, I tell you from now that will not happen. In everything I tell you: the smells, feelings, colors, shapes and lights belong only to me and I will not be stupid to describe them. If you want to live my emotion, the need to do in the dark and disturbed only at the instant success of which, to make your my existence. I think it is also difficult given that you're always on. I would love for the truth, be descriptive, perhaps as Marquez fails to describe a Macondo so true that you seem to always be there. Unfortunately not: I am not a writer, I am simply a man in search of himself and, if you're by my side, certainly we share it with some thrills.

" ... All without misunderstandings or failures ... so ... normal ... "

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dating event (part three)

Sabrina Alessandra ol'esatto actually had to be opposite in fact a pretty chaotic situation of those that I love them! All because of my voice: a tool that has given me, it's true, a lot of satisfaction but also persecuted ever since I worked (then fifteen) in the most popular "free radio" in Milan. With my voice I have conquered some of the women in my life on the other hand though, I had to suffer the " advances " Even if they had anything in common with me. I am sure that Alex was hit by the "syndrome Lam " or my voice. I'd had an inkling from the first time I had spoken by phone. I needed to make an appointment with the head of that society. Judging by the title of degree I knew it would not be easy: I would have to communicate with a multitude of filters before you can talk with the Doctor. My first filter? Clearly, Alessandra! The unfortunate interlocutor did not know that I rarely give up easily and that's why I persecuted to reach my goal. It was early June and the heat was beginning to be felt alarmingly, above all, for someone like me, is hypotensive from birth. My stock of mega bottles of two liters of saline supplements were ready at home, or car. Better to risk incontinence early and crashing to the ground motionless on alternate days. I watched the stratiform clouds from the window of my study and what I saw announced sultry heavy to digest. Making strength, picked up the Blackberry faithful and dialed the number of the company: 0323 ... ... and I do not go over (a matter of privacy). The first time was very professional and well indoctrinated on how to respond to the bale breaker: "The doctor is overseas and within the next week ...". The occupational injury had led me wrong: some of the nuances of tone reveal that she was sincere and that, as a rule, almost never happens "filters". From then on Wednesday, June 6 on a regular telemetry , I called once a week, but most did not speak with those responsible and pleasure. Each time a "filter" different and each of them, woman or man who was, it was not sincere in answering the doctor was on the toilet, to bathe in the icy waters of Lake Maggiore, or simply not in place. Finally, two weeks ago, answered by a voice familiar to me: Alex, surprised that much of what happened with his colleagues, in just a few minutes staring at me a visit at the company and a meeting with the doctor (who Smarronando titles). She did not confine itself only to tell me the date and time of the meeting (Friday, September 7 at 14:00), but affected by the syndrome of Lam "he said," ... Too bad I do not have to 14:00 more in office .... " Another victim of an accident? With an air of not quite ethical (although adolescent rest at the bottom always a man), I told her that the problem was solved not coinciding schedules at the outset: I arrived a few minutes to spare while you know it. My " ars oratory "(I'm also a narcissist if you still do not understand) kept her glued to the telephone and, in the background, I felt the pleasant notes that women giggle, only later I discovered belong to Sabrina. Poor Alex, mocked by my colleague just because he allowed five minutes of his life to a perfect stranger. Do not do this ... sometimes my colleagues are a bit ' fucked, are not you? The fate but rowed against coincidence: I was already moving toward that goal, when I received yet another phone call. Who do you ask? Both the question and the answer is pure rhetoric by Alessandra obvious that I announced, I feared worse, the doctor (still him?) was late and it would be better for me to get three in the afternoon. Ah ... no doctor, no party! Despite my futile attempt to break the sound barrier and to subsidize the Traffic Police to sound of Radar, I was unable to arrive before the second schedule. Hello Alessandra next time, because I am sure I will have another chance to shake your hand and look you straight in the eye.

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dating event (part two)

Francesca, is a architect and also a beautiful 34 year old woman, who welcomed me in what will be his new office. For now, just a beautiful harbor plastic garden table and four chairs. There is also abundant drinking water that flows from a tap of the bidet, directly into my gargarozzo.Ci also that I relish not only water but also the friendly situation. I am very impromptu, non-conformist and I love so much to be welcomed, rather than by a board of directors of a large corporation. Francesca long dark hair which rest on the shoulders proportionate to that slender body. Two dark eyes and very deep, hidden sin for a couple of glasses and a smile endlessly sweet as his way of speaking. The wine-colored blouse with long sleeves intense, can barely contain her breast hard to hide. His neck, a marvel that would surely delight a young Modigliani. I think it is also equipped with a remarkable pair of legs, judging from the ankle: hide sin, even if the skirt, very trendy, it was just the summary to the rest of the clothing worn. I listened carefully, and as he spoke, the more she did, the more I understood that I could draw some lessons from quell'eloquio (like I usually try to get into who stands in front of me). I was fascinated! For a long time not happened to me a woman of such sensitivity, well hidden behind a veil of formality. Finished my work has come also the time of mere conversation, usually mate to the topics related to my partner. It happens sometimes, however, that I let go in my personal soliloquy, and I fear Pallos stressful for the listener. My mix also tends to be ecogentrico attributes stronger! But no! She listened, and when I asked the question, in fact myself of why I may have had relationships with over 280 women (fully counted ...), his immediate response and absolutely honest I was completely blown away. I am a normal man, I can do well to define the feminine beauty, in contrast with certain exceptions, I is impossible with the masculine: ergo not consider myself neither handsome nor particularly attractive. I am tall six feet inches, slender (weight 74 kg), not at all hairy, smooth appearance and two perfect legs ... basically an adolescent tends to trans! That's why all of a sudden be told: "... I understand why she has success with women and always will be so" left me stunned. The studied with care, as he said those words, as if in grasping at all costs of irony in his words. The badger and ask you to expand the concept: "... I do not know ... I do not want to be misunderstood ... but ... her eyes are, you know ... crafty. " Francesca please do not keep me on tenterhooks, spit the bone and limited hygiene that: "... His eyes express and hit and then ... His voice ...." The telephone rings: "My husband and now." Do you like the real final for granted? Instead, I met the husband of Francesca. A guy who voiced in five minutes what the proverb that says, God makes them and then they mate. They were good together and it was nice to see the youth going off to walk to the stadium Meazza. I like a poor fool with a cigarette in hand, I could hardly stand up by fatigue, and while my tiny little body was so battered by a north wind is not indifferent; I was wondering the reason for that answer. Thinking about it I do not care that much. Since that meeting, which I hope will follow at least one other, spread like writing and I did not know that I met Sabrina.

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for work around the north of Italy from morning to night for at least five days a week. The most beautiful aspect of my job is that every single day meeting at least a dozen people hitherto unknown to me. More pleasant is that I have a way to bring many souls feminine universe that, many say unknown to me is quite clear. My very existence would be that in the absence of women! An architect and an employee who, respectively, call Francesca and Sabrina (you decide whether real or invented names) after a very short time have put a stop to my wandering in search of an end. Nothing special or sensational happened but, you know ... the coincidences.

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Tears of happiness, tears of pain.

I'm actually here in front of a dream?

I shot a card that says it is not yet late.

I never had a real chance, year after year or even another round.

So I go in search of a voice that speaks to me.

I hope no one sees, they laugh at me I know

has always been so.

What have I done so wrong for so dear a price to pay ... in every way possible?

shitty day, everything always comes back ....

You say that love is born for fools and madmen do not know the gratitude.

condemned as long as you can.

Out there beyond the gate there may be a quiet place.

Now I would like everyone did not make sense because the greatest pain is not known, never!

And maybe find the road today, one that will make sense.

So I go in search of a voice that speaks to me.

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As I have said, some "post" before, I played the end of my book so loved and suffered. Because of this I was afraid of not finding the right look to finish with dignity, a week forever. Complete lack of ideas and inspiration. I was no longer meeting I muse, however, while waiting, beaten musate on the keyboard of my trusty laptop. It was very difficult, at least for me, being able to reconstruct sixty pages that I had stolen quite a few energies. Put an end to something that, in fact, can not stop brain is torture. I took us six months to fucking write those last few pages. All square and finally made sense. Then ... crash! I wandered in vain among the maze of my poor memory, searching in vain for a memory. Maybe a picture of the text that I would return to the final clue, but it all fell apart and now I was convinced that he is condemned to suffer the blows that my editor would certainly have inflicted. I purposely used the imperfect tense: something finally I was moved. Suddenly the other day, a meeting. Today a second. If you remember I also said, twice to be precise, I believe much in coincidences, and never more than now I am even more convinced. Follow me again and you will not regret. You brought up a lot of patience now: sprecane still a small amount, do it for me!

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