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encounter with a woman who changed my life.
The first time I saw her was in a shrine famous for a fierce popular devotion that characterizes it.
Suddenly a ray of sunlight entered the sanctuary and lit up his face: then I realized I had never looked into his eyes and understood the mystery of his heart.
Reading his story I learned that the picture that reproduces the image came from a kiosk located at the edge of a road.
The image depicted in the painting is not particularly artistic merit, since it reproduces colors with simple face of the Madonna and Child with her, but hits the sad expression on his face dominated by two large eyes that have the effect of penetrating the heart of whoever looks at them, leaving an indelible memory. To look at you absently
ago the idea of \u200b\u200ban image even ugly according to traditional aesthetic: it looks like one of many Neapolitan street urchin who meet on the streets of the city's most popular neighborhoods.
If you look closely, however, it turns out that without any doubt an expression of her face is not of this world.
It clearly expresses such delicate feeling that no artist on earth could have been dashed with the depth, and expresses what is sadness mixed with hope, sadness combined in mercy.
Try to mix with the affection of a mother for her children, the pain to see them leave and hope they can be reunited, and you get the picture of Our Lady of the Arch.
The more I look, the more I am convinced that the expression described above her face after he assumed that it marked the sudden fame.

On Easter Monday of 1450, celebrating, as usual every year, a party in honor of the Blessed Virgin Mary, the inhabitants of the district witnessed a miracle on that image which attracted the attention of all the faithful of the surrounding lands. At the shrine of Our Lady some boys were playing in the street and the game was in hitting a ball with a wooden mallet, which was won him his ball go farther.
He pulled his shot the first player, then the other pulled her with more energy and skill, so you can be assured of victory if that shot had not been stopped by the trunk of a linden tree, which was about the direction and close the newspaper of the sacred image. Angry and beside himself with rage, they swore several times .... the Blessed Virgin, then, picked up the ball from the ground, at the peak of anger, hurled it against the portrait, shot in the left cheek, which now, almost had been living flesh, and gave copious blood is red. The bystanders who, attracted by the game, were made around the two players, they were paralyzed with amazement.
Even today we see on the left cheek of the Virgin an injury that makes it more livid that side of the face depicted in the painting.

Every time I look I can not help but feel compassion.
bad business to try constantly feeling that leads us to put ourselves in others' shoes and try on their skin joys and sorrows of others.
I have often tried to defend myself with compassion by trying to hide behind the shield of cynicism that makes us indifferent to human desperation pass, but did not succeed.
How many times have I paused to contemplate the humanity derelict living on the margins of society, wondering if anyone care the lives of these people?
But what can I do? I asked myself several times watching these souls overwhelmed by the indifference of the world. It is not my job to solve social problems. We think that voluntary associations, the non-profit, no-global, i no logos, no ... .. no ... no ... no ... ... ... ... No.
Yes!
Something maybe I can do: stop by and let me touch that pain, without fear of getting involved in this damned too.
Something maybe I can still do: leave a part of me on those sidewalks and affect some of them inside my soul.
Something maybe I can do: rely on their mother full of compassion and hope; hope that for them there may be a way out and I hope that for them one day you can repeat the miracle of the resurrection of eternal life ... ... ... .... Then
also a part of me will rise.

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Captain beautiful things right when you say do not ever

And, among many things, then there are those people and corners of life that will get you back and who do not will eventually tear you never smiles.
Sunday, at 21, Parma destination and a train almost completely empty. Only two boys in that car and I totally absorbed in thoughts that are dissolved through a landscape illuminated only by half. So from nothing, or rather a trivial information on the way, I started talking with one of them and here that the trip has turned into something much more pleasant and even shorter. After disembarking at the destination, then direct him to the South, I stopped a few from there, we decided to accompany each other to get something to eat and buy cigarettes. So, as if we had known a life without ulterior motives, without too many words nor explanation. Simply because he went there. Simply because at that very moment, the case asked that we found ourselves alone in quell'angolino world. Shortly after we headed back to my track. The train is arrived on time and stopped a few yards ahead of me, so I took my bag and I started to run towards the first entrance, but before I could not help but looking back one last time to that fast traveling companion. We smiled, greeted with a wave of his hand and before it goes away, I shouted a thank you and within me, goodbye.
This will be one of those moments that will follow me every time your mind will come to an end in December of that night whatsoever. After all, good things happen just when you say do not ever.

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Oh, I'm half failed. The little I know I owe to my teacher, Albert Sorel.
"What does it become?" he asked.
"diplomatic."
"He has a great fortune?" "No."
"with some semblance of legitimacy can add his name to a famous name?" "No."
"Then give up on diplomacy."
"But So what can I do? "
" The Curious. "" It's not a job. "
" There is still a job. Travel, write, translate, learn to live anywhere, and start immediately. The future is the curious profession. "

(Jules et Jim - Francois Truffaut)

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in the silence of the night waiting for the brightest star ...



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l'innocenza salverà il mondo

not the beauty of innocence but will save the world. The innocence of children who constantly regenerates. We need so much innocence
children to return to ourselves that we were children. We need their purity in which shines the image of God still intact Children are what we should all be. Their simplicity and wonder on his face drawn with every discovery about the world around them feed us with joyful wonder.
is easy to understand why the enemy of man turns against their own most of his murderous rampage.
His tactic is aimed at preventing first born, if they must be born, at least to be outraged by violence and abuse.
Admittedly managed very well to mask his murderous intent with plausible reasons for even the most gullible: the birth of a child could upset the mental balance of women with acute sensitivity explain, and do not understand that if someone could revive and restore the mental balance of these women is their child.
Sometimes I stop and contemplate for several minutes the eyes of these creatures, which often reveal an innocence mixed with truly shocking surprise: it seems to me strip, making it seem all my miseries of person "adult", any discrepancies a world in which there is no place for the weak.
was thinking these days about the mystery of the birth of Baby Jesus, God and came to the conclusion that God has chosen to become child because the men had no more afraid of him, and as if to say "come closer to me without fear, I put myself in your hands
helpless because I trust in you, so you also must have confidence in you and in themselves
Me ". Today, it seems that men are afraid of everything: life, death, love and friendship, and God seems to tell us
"Come to Me without fear, take me in his arms and coccolateMi
because I need you ".
My hope is that the birth-child of God can make us all a little more back and recover children that look of astonishment on the world that perhaps we have lost. Merry Christmas to all

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There is snow in the memories.

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notte d'inverno

cold and restless night of a wet winter.
soul I suffered a lot throughout the endless day, out of every time and every hope.
Then I offered again to the Lord and now I find myself on a new wonder in the small town that was my strange and indifferent to its unobtrusive beauty.
Thunder in the heart still punctuate the night air, but now I have no fear: the soul is emptied of all suffering and be asleep in this stunned amazement.
Then I arrived in the square. The moon had split in two with a clean cut, diagonal black and white.
The pain ceased and I heard the singing fountain for centuries did not sing well.
was washed out of old marble and dilapidated by time, old blond marble, as if there had been imprisoned in the flatter, a bit of sun in a sunset old.
But the water was new and everlasting, eternal and simple, clear and eternal.
and sang, oh, the night his voice was so high, so full of quiet peace, so sweet! Only in the night when the huge bay is silent hum of men, the fountains can sing well.
The pain had stopped, and this seemed one night, and men could love each other and be brothers again, like in one night, and how not to have never be known.
The fountain sang and was washing my soul tracks of regret and filled, water it.
to be heard at night, however, are silent when the passions of men.
Infinite life waves came crashing to the quiet voice of water in this square. Burning passions, anxieties, despair, remorse and fearful of breaking any juncture was a dissolution of pain, discouragement and regret: they compose a miraculous peace of heart.
not get greedy with this water, my soul, because it contains a lot of light that would hurt you, make you blind till: Tap, however, by this sweet fountain, a little water at a time.
But remember: you must be in humble darkness and silence, as the voice of fountains only on certain nights you clear.

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il nemico

The enemy is within us.
Every choice we make in life will change a bit ':
amending the act to be.
Our heart lies a gulf between good and evil:
every time we do a good deed become better and happier, and every time we do an evil act become meaner and even more sad.

And yet how difficult it is to draw out the good from your heart!
To do evil is sufficient stop fighting against their own faults, the good, however, requires constant effort and sacrifice to come out of themselves.
Worst of all, though, is the refusal to recognize the main cause of their ills.

Humans can be divided into two categories: those who attribute all their problems to themselves and those for which the blame for their unhappiness is always the others.

seems that Gustav Jung has experienced this strange phenomenon when he writes that: "It 's often tragic note with as much transparency man ruin your life to himself and others, and for the world realize the extent to which the whole tragedy depends on him and he is constantly nurtured and sustained. Has no awareness of this and blames and curses the faithless world that retreats farther and farther away. E 'rather than an unconscious factor that weaves the delusions that surround the world and his own person. The web tends to become a cocoon in which the subject is finally locked up. "

The first step, then, is to start building themselves patiently in a continuous operation intended to keep what is good and leave what traps, because the greatness of life is manifested in us a measure of our purity.

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il mio nome è Asher Lev

's genius Chaim Potok
jew American writer who died some years ago, in his novels, Potok directed much of its attention to children who become adults and face the crucial choices in their lives.
Among his most famous books are the elected Danny (1967), The choice of Reuven (1969), My Name is Asher Lev (1972) and The Gift of Asher Lev (1990).
In what, in my opinion, is his masterpiece (My Name is Asher Lev) Small Asher feels strongly that they have, through a mysterious gift, a vocation as a painter.
In his religious community, however, the painting is tolerated at best decorative art, but is regarded as an essentially pagan. Even at school the child is open hostility, while his father Arieh not understand and can not share the vocation of his son after having tolerated his childhood passion for painting, then begins to opposed, or even scolding him for wasting time to engage in an activity that is "other side" of the devil.
The mother, as she can, tries to mediate in conflicts between father and son ever more insistent, but the tension becomes much stronger when Asher start painting "Crucifixion", a model which, while reflecting a classical theme with which we measure painters, is a subject especially detested by the Jews. Moreover, the boy becomes with a famous picture in which even comes to put on the cross his mother, who has seen suffering for years due to a misunderstanding between her husband and son.
The following is the song in many ways brilliant, in which Asher describes why he painted the famous "Brooklyn Crucifixion"

"I painted quickly overwhelmed by a strange surge of energy.
For all the pain you have suffered, Mom.
For all the torment of your past and future years, Mom.
For all the anguish that this framework will cause you pain.
To the inexpressible mystery which gives birth to good fathers and children and allows them to see a mother bite.
For the Master of the Universe the world of suffering which I do not understand. For the dreams of terror, for the nights waiting for the memories of death, for the love I have for you, for all the things I remember, for all the things I should remember but I forgot, for all
these things I created this picture - me, an observant jew working on a crucifixion in his religious tradition because there is no aesthetic model which traced a picture of extreme anguish and torment. "
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The different fates that are mixed in the blood

"People like you, who have two different bloods in my veins, never find rest nor happiness, and while they are there, they would be here, and just come back here, now they want to run away. You you go from one place to another, as if they stray from prison, looking for someone or corrected, but in reality only pursue the different fates that are mixed in your blood because your blood is like an animal twice, it's like griffin, a horse, like a siren. And you'll also find some company for your taste, among so many people you meet in the world, but very often, you'll be there alone. A mixed-blood is often happy together: there is always something that gives shade, but in reality it is he who casts a shadow of himself as the thief and the treasure, which provide shade each other. "
(Elsa Morante - Arturo's Island)



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la nostra identità

Each of us has any illusions of being "someone" in something, or at least "something" someone, and lays his heart in such a substitute for happiness.

We excel then in some physical, intellectual or moral, or at least some technical skill, artistic or sports, and everything to draw attention to ourselves, to find a bit 'of that affection able to fill the void that confuses us.

"We suffer all of 'failing to be', one of the deepest needs of man is the need for identity: I need to know who I am, I need to exist in my own eyes and the eyes of others" (1) .

How many kids today are looking to build its own identity from the ringing of the phone, from the clothes you wear or other goods of equal futility?

"We are all born with a deep wound that we live as a lack, a lack of being. To try to remedy this lack for compensation: all human beings seek to construct a compensatory way, different from one another, Depending on the wound. Everyone will manufacture therefore a 'ego', different from the 'self' is true, as a big balloon that inflates "(2).

We are all filled balloons, even a small pin prick to go to pieces!

But then what is, ultimately, the only thing left and that it deserves to be preserved our identity?
Love is what remains when, despite our failures, our divisions, the words which survive, up from the bottom of the night like a barely audible song, the certainty that beyond the disasters of our products, beyond the joy , of the punishment, birth, death, there is a space that no threat, that nothing has ever put in danger and that there is no risk of being destroyed, an area intact, that the ability to love and be loved, which was founded on our being.

(1.2, Jacques Philippe, inner freedom)

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The other day I went to Fnac in search of a disk to give to a friend. I had to return
received as a gift for a movie a few weeks before.
The movie was "Into the Wild" released a few years ago but has already become a cult movie.
I was given why that had long expressed a desire to see him, given that many people after seeing it, well I did not understand why, think of me.
After seeing him I understood, deals with a subject that is close to my heart: the relationship between loneliness and happiness.
The protagonist chooses to isolate itself from the world because, disappointed with the human (especially families) is convinced that one can be happy even in total solitude, immersed in the wonder of a landscape untouched by civilization. At
includes the end instead of "happiness is only real if shared," but it was too late and the film ends, in my opinion, very sad.
that happiness is only real if shared I have understood, thanks to great passion for music that I had as a boy.
When I run into a really nice hard not resist the temptation to just listen to my friends, for the good and the beautiful are by their very nature of communication.
How many discs I recorded the other out of pure desire to spread a beautiful thing, so the illusion of being in some way helping to make beautiful the world itself. But back to
fnac: manager department records, very helpful and responsible person, I recommend 'My Beautiful Twisted Dark Fantasy', 'is a monumental album cut, producing impressive to say the least, "he says. "Has such a variety of ideas, a natural space from one genre to another as you remain stunned, speechless: the author is an American rapper, that Kanye West."
"A raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaapper," I replied in disgust.
"Why, it has some effect on hip hop?", Pursues him.
"I'm prejudiced; noooooooooooooooooo !!!!", say, unconvinced.
"Then you listen to him," said my interlocutor, and starts the disk in the background. The first
song starts and I am struck by the introductory notes, is based on a "sample" (chorus of other famous songs, reworked) of one of my favorite songs: In High Places Mike Oldfield.
But it is still a rapper, I tell myself still puzzled. Part
the second song and I am amazed by a gospel choir but all things considered harmless, is hit by a truly brilliant sound texture, which makes it literally go up in the sky.
have won, but do not admit it again: "I can not buy a hard hip hop", I keep telling myself. "Just what am I so picky when it comes to musical taste." More
goes on the record, however, the more I feel my immune system collapsed.
Buy it? I have not decided yet, but this rapper is a genius!