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Love you never lose...

Love you never lose ... Even if she does not want you. Although she lives her fears. Even if you think of anything else. Even if you leave off without saying anything ... 
When you love you never stop loving. It is always a trace. A trail. A word. What then over time become tenderness and complicity ... 
So why even today this jerk? Why the sudden urge to stay there forever? So ... suddenly ... like a storm in the middle of August ... 
It's not easy to leave and go back, change language, quickly close a door to open another, only an illusion, a door open for her will remain forever. Hope or maybe you want to, or do not want, you want to stay but you have to leave. Do not just hop on a plane and fly away to delete everything and act as if nothing had happened ... it happened, I fell in love and I can not pretend nothing has happened, she is always there, before my eyes, like a sun beam or a star which shows me the way. I can not avoid, I can not pretend that there was nothing. The mind says to forget but the heart does not listen and continues on his way. 

I woke up again in France. It could have been completely different instead wrong. But now I'm still here, portrays of two worlds and two passions, split in two, as if everything is possible, as if it were enough to close your eyes to find the moment of grace before they go away forever ...

Do not just take the plane to clear everything and act as if nothing had happened ... It's not enough. Because if something happened once it happened forever; and is no longer in my power to push back her in anything, or "as if it had never been." And yet I can reconsider it, watch it (or rewatch it) in a different light, the light of how I am "now", which is a light different from that I was or we were at the time. This doesn't mean that watching it in a different light doesn't make me suffer any more, but it will be a pain differently, because "understands" that already lived, so much so that even more of us are the same, even if we delude ourselves to "be still here."

This distance hurts me, makes me suffer, like the silence. Each raindrop is a tear of happiness to have known you, but also of sadness for not being there with you.

(The Garden of Secrets - Kate Morton)


Don't come easy to me (But don't exaggerate)

Words, don't come easy to me
(Click above to listen the song)
How can I find a way to make you see I Love You
Words don't come easy

Words, don't come easy to me
This is the only way for me to say I Love You
Words don't come easy

Well I'm just a music man
Melody's so far my best friend
But my words are coming out wrong and I
I reveal my heart to you and
Hope that you believe it's true cause

Words, don't come easy to me
How can I find a way to make you see I love You
Words don't come easy

This is just a simple song
That I've made for you on my own
There's no hidden meaning you know when I
When I say I love you honey
Please believe I really do cause

Words, don't come easy to me
How can I find a way to make you see I Love You
Words don't come easy

It isn't easy
Words don't come easy

Words, don't come easy to me
How can I find a way to make you see I Love You
Words don't come easy

Don't come easy to me
This is the only way for me to say I Love You
Words don't come easy

Words don't come easy

But don't exaggerate!!!

I like the girl a little bit difficult to conquer, to seduce, too easy not attract me. The risk of rejection, the anguish, the tactic to get to the ultimate success make the conquest interesting, perhaps fascinating, intriguing...


My Hearth and Soul

The story, if you just want to call it "story", is built around the alleged naivety of women, whether true or not, I'm going to analyze it.
Why are the girls so naive? They receive first honest love, sincere love and then realized by themself is a lost love. Why?

It always begins like this, on the one hand a man, a young man or a mature man, no matter the chronological age but the feeling. 
The man falls in love with the woman, it happens every day, we can't avoid it, it happens that also the woman fall in love with the man. Doesn't always work that way, I like to think, maybe because I'm in the same situation?

Then the two meet, they talk, maybe she is not particularly concerned, love is often a source of heartache, headache, tears, suffering, she does not think it's possible, yet it's so. Every day, the phone rang well enough to make her feel happy, maybe not, just a noise to avoid, we don't know but suppose it is. Will insecurity and worry if one day that girl go missing her concern. Because that girl know also, she love it! Not to meet regularly, she doesn't want, not to change so much her life, habits, friends, colleagues at the hotel where she works, a boyfriend, he's real? Not sure, but could be, let him believe there is, it's a complicated relationship, how to say? Open? I love you but you love another who loves another one at the end you find all the town loves you... But even that in return that girl will find herself very much interested, how I know? So complicated, it's an algorithm, a probability calculation, an heart feeling or I don't know, just guess. 

She thought love and happiness, and than she think where there is love, there is pain, means to cry a lot, perhaps she is afraid by her friends, what they can think about him, and the parents? At the school, teachers, people who criticizes because maybe he's not a young and hopeful man, married already, he has a son, uhu, and she thinks as someone said, do not rush to believe love someone too soon. But love arrives and nobody knows when it arrive. Soonest or latest it comes, and could be a storm to change everything.

Naive with her first real love, she doesn't understand love as she once thought! 

One day she found everything quiet, he doesn't call any longer, she knows he's gone? he texting "I will come back". He'll return? How sure, is a sailor promise? How to be sure, not sure, just awaiting, he will return. She await to call him back, perhaps thinks he's disturbed if she call and she doesn't call and on the other line only an electronic voice subscribers. What to think, there may be damage to the unit, battery machine, she remind herself not to mess things up. She wait, 1 day, 2 days to 1 week and did not receive any reply. Strangely, his facebook nick's still bright, still posting  messages aimlessly ... why did the quiet girl? She add 1 more week, it's all confusing silence? He, she in this novel there him and her, a man and a woman, who is in the place of the man could be in the place of the woman, confused, lost, in a multicolor mirror reflecting the anguish of both. Who are you man? Who are you woman? I lost you? I love you!

The man will have the responsibility to see why not send a message to his endless love, he think she is his love, what about her, she is a love of somebody, to be love or something to use, for a while waiting forever to do? But this girl knows what message, send message, do not respond to more sadness and thoughts it? Then recently, she decided to send a message, not a message asking "How are you lately?", "Are you okay?". "Why are not you texting me?" No, she right something else, to create confusion, thinking what is good or not, she loves me or not: "I don't know you call me", not to tell the true story, what's happens, probably it's true, she was in her class, studying but... tell him "I didn't see you" means we didn't meet because of you, not my fault, is your fault. That is the message to stop. Stop all! Stop waiting for their day, waiting, waiting, thinking about that person. Then she received no answer to agree or disagree with the right decision, but that message with content: "Endless love". After reading the message, that girl and also to have some hope that he will return no need to wait long time, he promised, he will return, still waiting for somebody to love, but he's her her first real love!  

Why this girl was so foolish, she get time, she has more than one month to tell she loves him, she lost time looking to empty wishes. He was not even busy, have a lot of time balance he was thinking of her the day and the night. Him bring her silence as a challenge, he believe, many question marks no answers that he still believes are stars. Perhaps she is his only love was right, doesn't matter what's happens before in his life, every love is a new love, a new life, forget the past, there's only the present and the future, what is the target but where is she? Maybe him is just another name on her list? He fading away with the person who asked about him?

Assume a short dialogue between mother and daughter, mothers often talk to their daughters even if they are committed to growing a large number of children, even if they have many problems, the children are all for a mom. 
She speaks with her mother and says, really is not a statement, I would say a question, dual sense, but mom knows her daughter, she argues, understands, empathizes with her, comes from the custom which sees the parents decide for their children, trying to provide an adequate response, there is love in this, love of mother: 

- Mother I'm in love.
- Who he is, he's a good boy?
- No mother he's not a boy, but a man.
- My dear, in love, age does not matter, he loves you?
- Yes mother, he loves me.
- So what are you waiting for, go to him.
- I can't mother, he left returned to his world, far away from here.
- I'm sorry daughter, but I see you still love him.
- Yes mother, I love him, he said he will return.
- So if it comes back not stop loving him, one day, one month, one year, your happiness should not give time, has to be happy all the time that life holds for us.
- Thank you mother for your wisdom, I'll wait for his return. 

There must be a new stumble stand up more firmly. Hey girl, do not forget nothing passes, not nostalgia, hope, waiting for what has passed. She hurt him enough already! Never had the thought of everything is lost, nothing lost until the end: "The top is hard to forget" that think that "Not the first love, nothing but to forget, she loves me, he loves her". 

Hey girl! The sun is always rising in the sky, somewhere! I await for you somewhere over the rainbow. I have not forgotten, I love you like before, I'll stay with you for as long as life will give me time.


I awaiting for you somewhere over the rainbow

Way up high
And the dreams that you dreamed of
Once in a lullaby

Somewhere over the rainbow
Blue birds fly
And the dreams that you dreamed of
Dreams really do come true ooh oh

Someday I'll wish upon a star
Wake up where the clouds are far behind me
Where trouble melts like lemon drops
High above the chimney tops
That's where you'll find me

Oh, somewhere over the rainbow bluebirds fly
And the dream that you dare to,
Oh why, oh why can't I?

Well I see trees of green and red roses too,
I'll watch them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world

Well I see skies of blue
And I see clouds of white
And the brightness of day
I like the dark
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world

The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces of people passing by
I see friends shaking hands
Saying, "How do you do?"
They're really saying, I...I love you

I hear babies cry and I watch them grow,
They'll learn much more than we'll know
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world world

Someday I'll wish upon a star,
Wake up where the clouds are far behind me
Where trouble melts like lemon drops
High above the chimney top
That's where you'll find me

Oh, somewhere over the rainbow way up high
And the dream that you dare to, why, oh why can't I? I?

This song is dedicated to you, it's really something special making dreams come true, seems hard to figure out but that's what it's all about. 

If I should write a book for you that brought me fame and fortune too that book would be like my heart, my soul is dedicated to you. To you because your eyes are the beacon that lights up my way, to you because with you I know a lifetime could be just one heavenly day if I should find one twinkling star one half as wondrous as you are that star would be like my heart and is dedicated to you. 

Don't fall in love with someone you can live with, fall in love with someone you can't live without.


Love is a kind of magic

I fell in love with you. Not as Luigi Tenco: It's not that I had nothing to do. I fell in love with you, because ... could not go another way.
As the card that stands there, alone, and a gust of wind or something else, move it next to another piece of seemingly distinct and distant. A mosaic is not there, not there. A kind of magic: the card can not be indefinite part of a whole, before. It understands only next to that other: the mosaic is made, no one can divide.

Never. Or so I think I read somewhere. Anyway, whoever wrote it must have been convincing, because he convinced me.  I fell in love with you. Not as Luigi: I had a lot of people to meet, on the day. In fact I met them. Beautiful people, ugly, friends, women, females, prey, hunters, extras, masks, protagonists. My ego in the middle, to dance on the world, restless as ever; a face that was laughing and crying, as always.

I fell in love with you. Not as Luigi: the night I did not have much space to dream someone. I was melancholy, sometimes, yes, but I was dreaming with my eyes open and closed, day and night, I dreamed of living, awake, drunk without drinking. I had too much to do to sleep at regular times. I was happy, happiness is not present, that, if there was, lying under a layer too thick of adrenaline, to manifest itself with the revolutionary clarity that should have; I was glad of life, the promise of happiness in the future, I was happy not even know what, even in pain, not at all pleased that the guest had wanted to meet, present, embrace of those hugs that you never want to, yet you can't escape them.

I fell in love with you, even though I had other programs before to fall in love with you, projects to be implemented, to make experiences and emotions to try. And freedom. Highways endless freedom, no one knew where that led, always on the border with its most absolute form, which coincides with the loneliness. Yes, I also wanted the thrill there: to know, but just right, the female universe, maybe understand, finally, that fascinates me so much, as always. And no allusions, you know that it is not a matter of youthful testosterone because I am no longer young, and perhaps not even you, yet ....

But then I fell in love with you. And I forgot what I was looking for, assuming that I knew. In fact, I have not forgotten: it did not matter. I was there, you were there, the two of us, what we should look for? It was all clear, perhaps the fate exists and maybe not ours, in any event, showed up so. In that strange way, including evenings in crowded places and improbable, when we were unaware of the canvas was weaving between faces, thoughts, words, goodbye consumed with grief and given sorrows . Because, as another youth myth say, a rock can't stem the sea. And there are seas where you know you need to lose, because it's the only way to find yourself, or see you at last.

I fell in love with you, and perhaps you of me. I was with my thousand games of mirrors and my doubts perennials that for once, at least once in my life, were gone, only certainties remained. You, and I am sure is thus with your shyness, the feeling of home to only look at you, your eyes tell the whole story and make me better if you just look at me. I, with my ghost that disappears when I fall in love with you, but sooner or later reappears and comes back to haunt me. And you.

You and I, the two of us. And what could be. It was all clear, as when a painting is finished, put away the brush, there is nothing to add, so, just as it should be. The individual component colors are terribly imperfect, so different from each other that no painter would have thought to combine them, but the picture is perfect. Let's just keep it. Nothing else that protect it from the weather and from the snares of the time. Perfection does not exist almost never occurs in the madness of a few moments, sometimes, but it is fragile and knows only the present, the fleeting moment, it promises to outlast the magic of two bodies hanging in the air.

The rest is up to us. By you and me, but maybe only on you, I'm here and wait, you're there and wait, I'll come back and take you to heaven, to live this story, then let's talk about a real fairy tale, the kind that you don't forget, of a life lived with love and feeling and whatever it costs. You, me and nothing more. And by fate, that exist or maybe not, but we don't know more words and then, yes, we say it depends on him. The time, care, carelessness, mistakes, pitfalls, sacrifices, immaturity, selfishness, projects, some silence and a few words too, the wrong patterns of hide and seek, everything that sooner or then we remember that you are not ready, you're ready to much but not all, all those mistakes that I've been able to do, that I'm good to do. 
Ah, what a hopeless bumbling I am, but for love, I swear, just for love, too much love. And all the rock of this inexorable our diversity, our bet that strong and sassy completion rather than conflict, complementary rather than incompatible.

The two pieces separate and distant they always, and the mosaic magic. And all those smiles. How fell in love with you and you with me, but I'm not aware, I guess, I burn with the desire to understand what you are to me but a wall divides us with all those smiles. And then fate depends on us. We know it will be tough, traditions, family, my past and also the present and the future are not certain of this without you I do not understand and I prefer to think of it with you. Perhaps, at times, this invisible director of our lives that we call destiny has some exaggeration, we did not miss anything, tears and dreams we have become experts.

But the promise would be to resist. In all, even though we don't know what, then. At the small petty or venial lie, to anger, to those rags in the long end of that long flight to avoid if you can. Remorse, no regrets at the outlet, the waste of everything for nothing, the altar of nowhere when everything is likely to be sacrificed. 
The promise was to return, because there was nothing in the world worthing more than that to protect you and our fragile shell built from scratch. 

The love counts and counts the years who has never been ready, but when you fall in love you are ready to find out what you have always been. There are almost more than 30 years of time between the two of us, are there and they all have their truth: 

I fell in love with you. And love is important.

Don't fall in love with someone you can live with, fall in love with someone you can't live without.


Il gioco dell'oca

Matteo Renzi aveva annunciato che avrebbe rifondato l’Italia in 100 giorni anche se ora, prudentemente, è passato ai 1000 eppure - se si guarda al concreto – nel nostro paese è difficile cambiare le cose innanzitutto perché troppi gruppi di potere ben consolidati non vogliono farlo, ma anche perché il Premier ci sta mettendo del suo a complicare le cose.

Il caso più evidente è quello della riforma del Senato. Tutte le persone di buonsenso capiscono che andrebbe riformato, che è superato il bicameralismo perfetto, che senatori e deputati devono essere ridotti di numero, ma perché non si deve permettere ai cittadini di eleggere direttamente i propri rappresentanti, come non vogliono Renzi e Berlusconi, per evidenti interessi personali? 
Visto che questa obiezione è fondata diventa normale che molti insistano a proporre cambiamenti anche ad un sistema elettorale come “Italicum” che è nato per risolvere i problemi dei leader, non della rappresentatività democratica.

Alla Camera insistere con i listini bloccati significa non permettere ai cittadini di scegliere il “loro” deputato ma solo il partito preferito dando quindi tutto il potere in mano a chi può predeterminare e “bloccare” le liste. Inoltre, con questo sistema, basta un voto in più dell’avversario (anche stando molto al di sotto dal 50% dei voti) per avere la maggioranza assoluta dei seggi, soprattutto se ci sono più schieramenti. 
Proprio per questo rischio, predeterminare anche gli eletti al Senato di fatto in base al risultato elettorale della Camera o di altri organismi come le Regioni (dove pure scattano i premi di maggioranza) porta al rischio effettivo che magari per pochissimi voti un partito (o coalizione) ottenga la stragrande maggioranza di Camera e Senato e possa così eleggere anche il Presidente della Repubblica, parte dei membri del CSM e degli altri organismi dello stato, il tutto con eletti “nominati” e neppure personalmente eletti: vi sembra logico?

Permettendo l’uso delle preferenze si avrebbe almeno l’elezione dei “migliori” o comunque di quelli/e più legati al territorio e non cooptate dall’alto. Per questo credo che anche il Senato vada votato dai cittadini e per risparmiare le elezioni possono essere fatte lo stesso giorno del rinnovo della Camera o, eventualmente, insieme aall’elezione dei consigli regionali. 

Bloccarsi su questi aspetti anziché dare libertà di voto e chiarire bene di che debba occuparsi il futuro Senato sottolinea che quello che conta per i leader politici non è la sostanza costituzionale ma il controllo dei propri eletti e questo credo sia assolutamente negativo. Assurdo il sostenere anche che così si risparmi: l’84% del bilancio della Camera (e credo sia cosa simile anche al Senato) non è per il costo dei parlamentari ma per la struttura. Scendendo da 315 a 100 senatori licenzieranno migliaia di super-retribuiti dipendenti parlamentari? Ne dubito. 

Ma allora si scenda a circa 150-200 senatori eletti dal popolo (e contemporaneamente a non più di 400-450 deputati) e avremo ridotto i costi, riformato la struttura ma si chiarisca bene la divisione dei compiti e dei ruoli.

L’altro aspetto politico di cronaca estiva è la telenovela sui vincoli di bilancio imposti dall’Unione Europea. Qui Renzi è in contraddizione: sostiene di “contare” moltissimo in Europa (spalleggiato da stampa e TV molto cortigiane) ma non porta a casa risultati e la Germania di fatto impone quel che vuole senza che l’Italia abbia la forza di opporsi e “forzare” altre soluzioni.

Alla prova dei fatti è solo la conferma che come Italia siamo deboli economicamente e politicamente, non abbiamo alleati importanti, non riusciamo a far convergere attenzioni sull’area del Mediterraneo (vedi anche il problema sbarchi) e alla fine siamo solo nazione di periferia e giochiamo in serie B, anche in Europa. Rendersene conto farebbe bene a tutti, anche alla presunzione di Mr. Renzi perché è grottesco che preannunci proprio stamani che “L’Italia sarà la locomotiva del rilancio europeo” nello stesso giorno in cui il nostro paese torna in negativo come proiezioni di crescita. 


La nuova vita della birra

Compagna delle serate tra amici e sollievo nella calura estiva, la birra ha anche molti benefici per la salute. A patto di assumerne quantità moderate, aiuta a prevenire l'Alzheimer, a mantenere la linea e ad allontanare i sintomi della menopausa. Ecco i cinque motivi per bere un boccale senza sensi di colpa.

La birra è una delle bevande più antiche, grazie a radici che affondano sino all'antico Egitto faraonico; una birra che, a quei tempi, era molto diversa dall'attuale, così come il vino prodotto dai Greci e dai Romani era ben lontano da quello dei giorni nostri. In entrambi i casi, infatti, le fermentazioni erano spontanee, mentre oggi sono strettamente controllate per quanto riguarda i tempi, le temperature, e, soprattutto, i ceppi microbici utilizzati per la fermentazione.

Un tempo era molto in voga un detto popolare secondo cui: "Chi beve birra campa cent'anni". Questo formidabile slogan, scorporato dai suoi toni miracolistici, potrebbe avere uno sfondo di verità; la birra, infatti, è una bevanda ricca di sostanze nutrienti, tra cui spiccano le vitamine del gruppo B ed il potassio, contenuto in quantitativi più generosi rispetto al sodio. La B6 e la B9, più comunemente nota come acido folico, sono molto importanti per neutralizzare gli effetti negativi dell'omocisteina, un amminoacido il cui eccesso, similmente al colesterolo, favorisce la comparsa delle malattie cardiovascolari. Il rapporto potassio/sodio, favorevole al primo, contribuisce al mantenimento della normale pressione arteriosa, perché contrasta i livelli di sodio nel sangue; la birra, quindi, può essere consumata anche da chi segue diete iposodiche per controllare l'ipertensione. L'elevato contenuto in acqua, associato alla generosa presenza di potassio, conferisce alla birra le ben note proprietà diuretiche.

1. Previene le malattie - La birra potrebbe aiutare a prevenire l'Alzheimer. La malattia neurodegenerativa è stata associata ad alti livelli di allumino ma il silicio contenuto nella birra potrebbe compensare il danno. Uno studio ha scoperto che il silicio è in grado di ridurre l'ammontare dell'alluminio nel tratto digestivo e rallenta l'accumulo del metallo nel corpo e nel tessuto cerebrale.

Ma bisogna stare attenti perché un'altra ricerca ha dimostrato che bere più di due pinte al giorno può causare perdite di memoria. La birra può aiutare la salute del cuore. 

Un altro studio del 2013 ha scoperto che migliora la flessibilità delle arterie. Inoltre, aumenta i livelli di colesterolo buono, l'Hdl. 

2. Contiene vitamine: nella birra ci sono molti super nutrienti. La bevanda contiene tutti gli essenziali - e alcuni dei non essenziali – amminoacidi". In una pinta troviamo fosforo, iodio, magnesio, potassio e calcio. Il consumo di birra può aiutare a proteggere la densità minerale delle ossa. 
La birra non pastorizzata ha i maggiori vantaggi per la salute perché contiene grandi quantità di vitamina B.
3. Aiuta a mantenere la linea - La birra ha un basso contenuto di zuccheri. A differenza dei soft drink, alza di meno il livello di zuccheri nel sangue Inoltre, la birra è costituita per il 93% d'acqua, per questo è così dissetante".

Un consumo moderato di birra può aiutare a prevenire il diabete. Uno studio del 2010 condotto su più di 38 mila uomini ha mostrato che aumentando il consumo di birra fino a raggiungere uno o due bicchieri al giorno si è evidenziato un crollo del 25% nelle possibilità di incorrere nel diabete di tipo 2. 

A dispetto della cosiddetta "pancia da birra", uno studio condotto su duemila persone che assumevano la bevanda regolarmente ha concluso che è inverosimile che un consumo moderato sia associato a un aumento di peso. 

Bere birra aumenta la produzione di bile che aiuta a digerire i cibi grassi. Inoltre, è una fonte di fibre – due bicchieri forniscono il 30% del fabbisogno giornaliero – e queste sono note per allontanare la fame.

4. La birra ti fa bella - Fatta con l'orzo, la birra contiene l'acido ferulico un potente antiossidante che protegge la pelle dai danni del sole. Inoltre, può essere usato per rendere i capelli più belli. Il luppolo, grazie al silicio, aggiunge luminosità, volume e fortifica i capelli dall'interno. Ma prima di fare un impacco, è necessario bollire la birra per rimuovere l'alcol, che può privare i capelli del naturale rivestimento di grassi. E', inoltre, opportuno mescolare il liquido con l'olio di cocco.

5. Riequilibra gli ormoni - Le ricerche mostrano che i fitoestrogeni nel luppolo – composti simili agli estrogeni che si trovano nelle piante – possono aiutare a ridurre i sintomi della menopausa come le vampate di calore e l'abbassamento della libido. Inoltre, la birra può aiutare a riequilibrare gli ormoni in presenza della sindrome da ovaio policistico, endometriosi e perimenopausa.

Bene, adesso tutti a bere birra, con moderazione.