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Finalmente l'ho incontrato.
Lui, che in un momento particolare della mia vita, mi ha aiutato. Aiutato a decidere cosa fare della mia vita, ad avere un perché, a seguire i miei sogni, a prendere in mano le redini del mio destino.
Era lì, ereggendosi dalla folla con la sua postura perfetta, da chi, con gli occhi di un adulto, sa quale sia il prezzo della vita ed il suo perché. Simile ad un cupido ascoltava le persone parlare del più e del meno. Mia mamma si avvicina per parlargli e fargli i complimenti del libro, ma io sono completamente nel pallone. Non so cosa dire, divento rossa. Ho paura di rivelarmi, io che non mi scopro con nessuno, neanche con mia madre. Io mi compio solo quando scrivo, ma questo lui lo sa bene. Lo capisce in un secondo, guardandomi negli occhi, sorvolando il mio imbarazzo. Non riesco a dire nient'altro se non un banale "grazie". I miei occhi parlano, fanno un discorso che lui ha già compreso.
I suoi discorsi, le sue parole mi commuovono. Tengo a stento le lacrime ed i sospiri si fanno più veloci e corti. E' come un treno che non si stops at the station. Then even his eyes, as if by magic, become more lucid and talking about their parents' mutual affection they feel.
Everything is love, he says, all is friendship, as the water that creates strong bond between the atoms of hydrogen and oxygen, providing the other its neutrons.
Sharing, this is the key word.
No matter what you get but what you give. You can understand living, every day trying to figure out who you are, and what you want to become. This much is clear from their choices, those choices that life puts you ahead in time of grief.
He has really understood. He understood how complex we are. So I do not feel stupid and useless. Feel that the path in search of myself was not in vain. I regret not catching it, however, what was on my way. I wished that such a person came first in my life. Maybe I would have made different choices.
I do not feel stupid when reading a poem or a novel, I start to cry. Art touches the soul in places so deep that not even a knife could do better. When you close a book lived close reading, is like leaving a friend, but you helped and we would take with you in the heart.
Art fills the life, literature opens your life.
,.... We find the answers to everything you just turn the page.

G.

"Nella vita ci vuole il bianco.
Così come ci vuole il rosso"

Grazie,
A Alessandro D'Avenia

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Tears

" E un sollievo di lacrime a invadere gli occhi e dagli occhi cadere. ( Fabrizio De André ) "

Non tutte le lacrime sono uguali.

Siamo esseri umani e piangiamo attraverso le lacrime, quelle che gli specialsti definiscono come " quelle strutture liquide che ricoprono la congiuntiva palpebral and bulbar cornea, produced by ' lacrimal apparatus. "If you asked a doctor the specific function of tears the list there was to say: clean. Tears cleanse us from what is foreign to the body, purify us, not only the body but also the soul. When someone cries is always used to say "you cry as well, so you vent." And it's true. The tears are for vent, to throw out something that hurts us, that gives us trouble and we do not know how to remove. Often after a night of crying, you feel better, you feel relieved. It is so, the tears are gone, eyes are red, swollen, but even if we would like, we can no longer weep, no longer want to cry. What bothered us that before it slipped away from us, led by the tears and the heart. The anxieties, fears no more weights on our soul. Slipped away, as the current of the river valley leads to the trees.

you crying, some more than others, sometimes for petty things, so you should not even waste our tears. We cry for a movie, a book, a love story going to end badly, but we do not realize that in life there are people who would weep bitterly and instead keep your head up high and do not waste nenache una lacrima.

Le nostre lacrime sono preziose, conserviamole segretamente.

" Le lacrime sono lo sciogliersi del ghiaccio dell'anima. E a chi piange, tutti gli angeli sono vicini. "
( Hermann Hesse )"

G.