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He's gone ... And now there's the torment of not being able to embrace more ... More look in his eyes.

He's gone to my fears and my insecurities, for my not having been able to really believe in us, for my not being able to grow. Because of my mistakes.

I remain his gestures and his strength side, his hand squeezing mine with a tenderness and determination, his kind eyes, his love of strong and consistent (it was not a man to talk a lot but it shows the affection with small concrete gestures), her shoulders ready to carry the weight of the world without asking anything.

I remain the flashbacks, but sometimes it seems hard to shake their fists, claws, nails in the palms of the hands, but able to grasp only a breath of wind. Cool.

Who am I? I do not know even more. It seems to me that the void within me reaches out to absorb everything and do not meet nothing.

feel bites and wounds. The absence

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If there is a thought that comes close to my idea of \u200b\u200blove is this.

Love is always patient and kind, never jealous ... Love is never arrogant or conceited, never rude or selfish, is not offended and does not bear grudges. Love feels no satisfaction for the sins of others but delights in the truth. It is always ready to excuse, to trust, to hope and to withstand any storm.

.... Then Almitra said, tell us about love. He lifted it and stared at the people and on it went down a great calm. And with a firm voice he said: When 'love calls you, follow him. Though his ways are hard and steep. and when his wings enfold you yield to him. Even though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you. And when he speaks to you believe in him, Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden. For the love as crowns you so shall he crucify you. And as there is for your growth so pruning. Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun, So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth. Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself. Beats you until you naked. He sifts you to free you from your husks. He grinds you to whiteness. We work as a pulp until you are compliant. And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that the sacred bread of the table of God in all this makes you love, that ye may know the secrets of your heart and in that knowledge become a fragment of the heart of life. But if in your fear you would seek only peace and pleasure, Then it is better for you cover your nakedness and pass out of love, Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears. Love is not nothing but from itself and does not draw it by himself. Love possesses not nor would it be possessed; For love is sufficient unto love. When you love you should not say "God is in my heart," but rather, "I am in the heart of God." And think not you can love, because if it believes he is worthy to guide you. Love does not want that to happen. But if you love and you must needs have desires, your wishes have to be these: To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To know the pain of too much tenderness. To be wounded by your own understanding of love, And to bleed willingly and joyfully. To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of love, rest at the noon hour and meditate love, gratitude, return home at eventide; And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.

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evening coffee with friends.

by Cyrus, which is now our stage sets.

A Sunday between things ever.

Tomorrow we start again.

Projects, articles, ideas. Stories.

Yes, because I am now to embark on this new adventure. Tomorrow I

machine (do not delay what can be done at once).

A little 'creative writing does not hurt. There is pouring into the lives and dreams, in a dynamic equilibrium.

I am reminded of Don Quixote, who had consciously decided to have a different relationship with reality, while being aware of the nature of things around him.

And good to see his adventures are very real. Just find the right interpretation.

In the end, for example, only Dulcinea is a peasant, but as a woman, and given by the man who loves, becomes a noble woman, the best of women, the sweetest. Like all women who are seen through the eyes of love.

And then it is also true that a broken-down car can become a chariot drawn by six horses.

In the story, where imagination finds its privileged place, I can give space to my vision of reality. Can I afford to "go down" to another stop. I can not find a place for the pain. A place where you can calm, becoming a source of something new and positive. In short, I can subvert the order of things, I can change the sign to the real.

We hope to be a profitable week. Of creativity, but of fortitude and tenacity, there will a lot.

And even coffee to sustain a good pace and put some order into "turning" ideas into freedom.

on 22, then, there is a degree of Francy. At 15:30, meet at the Suor Orsola to cheer.

Then the 30 (and thank goodness that coincides with the closure of overwork for the call CSV), karaoke party to celebrate graduation.

I remember my graduation and I realize how much time has passed. The weather, after all, is also measured on the lives of others, in relative terms.

How I felt disoriented in the post-graduate degrees. If you look at me now I can proudly say that, although I do have a long way to get where I want to be.

I am proud because I decided to be in the world.

sociologist and I have managed to become a journalist. I can not say that I would like to be elsewhere. Indeed. I know that the road is long, it will take many nasate, I'll have to start all the time.

But it does not scare me. In fact I hope to have the opportunity to earn, you can always do more and be "good." To deserve the confidence that every day I am given.

But now it's really time to get embraced by Morpheus ....

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This morning I woke up ... heavy head, the desire to get back where I was before and not immediately get up, curl up.

I downloaded your mail, read the job (we have now ... and I feel equipped and at least do something concrete to act and not sit and wait for the rain events on me), prepared as I need to work today.

But I'm tired. I feel bad. Weak. I can not reorder your thoughts in the head.

The items, which for me has always been a balm, now seem useless and empty.

And I speak much now that I would not want to talk.

And I find myself still doing it, joke, laugh, listen to the chatter of friends, rejoice with them, cry, advice, nod, do right, do wrong.

But in me there is a sense of doubling. It 's like a person that if he did not always recognize. And I do not know if I really know or want to be more than they are.

Then I think I have to work. The projects, many good ideas, my own. Articles.

And then I cling, I do not want them to go away. I think I can counter this destructive Only in this way ... immergendomici ... and build, rebuild again.

I've always done. My recipe is working.

But now it's time to get back there where I was.

And I feel a bit 'like a vampire at first light of the sun closes her eyes because otherwise they would be annihilated.

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9 WORDS MOST 'USED BY WOMEN!

1) BENE: this is' the word women use to end an argument when they are right and you need to shut up.

2) 5 MINUTES : if she is getting dressed, this means at least half an hour. And 5 minutes' only 5 minutes if you have just given 5 minutes to watch the game before helping around the house.

3) NOTHING : The calm before the storm. It means something ... and you should be alert. Arguments that begin with nothing usually end in GOOD .

4) FAI PURE : and 'a challenge, not a permit. Do not.

5) Sigh : actually a word, but is a non-verbal statement often misunderstood by men. A loud sigh means she thinks you are an idiot and wonders why she is wasting her time 'in front of you to discuss anything (back to # 3 for the meaning of the word nothing ).

6) OK : This' one of the most dangerous statements a women can make to a man. It means that he needs to think long and hard before deciding how and when to make you pay.

7) THANKS : A woman is thanking you, do not question or faint, just want to thank you (I would like to add here in a clause: and 'true unless you say' thank you 'and that' PURE sarcasm and is not thanking you. DO NOT REPLY there 'that, because that' would result in: what you want.

8) WHAT YOU WANT : and 'the way of women to say' go to hell '.

9) DO NOT WORRY I DO : Another dangerous statement, means that a woman has told a man to do several times, but is now doing it herself. This will later result in a man asking 'What' s wrong? '
For the woman's response refer to # 3 .

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the rain falls and washes remove all my own bones

the rain falls and falls and slide around on the dirty water

Yes, but what does it matter to you if you want this then refreshed my own black rain

Tell me what good is staying away in silence, watching our passion that dies in a corner and does not know we do not know we do not know about us

The rain falls and all is quiet you see I feel peace

the rain falls, and this peace is only dirty water and fire there is cold air all around us if you want to hug my own dirty rain

Tell me what's the point stay away in silence, watching our passion that dies in a corner and tell me what's the use if it rains and hope you do not feel pain as my skin changes color dying that changes the smell

Tell me then what is the point to shed tears cry on me I can not defend my bad skin so dirty as dirty as this dirty dirty rain

Yes, but you do not defend you now defend myself now you do not defend it but rather go back to mud again And tell me you need to stay away in silence, watching our passion does not die but you give me hope that change color and feel well it rains the smell of my skin is white and does not want the color does not want the color no .. no ..

My skin is white paper to write your story the end I am ready

not want to be on the threshold of our lives that look is finished downloading and passing clouds as rain and rocks at each step we forget our steps the way we have done together on the stone throwing our seed to kill us every night after angry raindrops on the hot sand love, my love, this passion passed as a hungry lion after it has devoured its prey has left the bones to the vultures you do not remember us but we were still embraced in the rain while everyone ran away, and our love and gunpowder thunder is only a heartbeat away and the lightning illuminates without noise and my skin is white paper for your story, but write the end I'm ready.

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