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Past.
As always there was the crowd, the avalanche of gifts to wrap, the clients impossible, racing to arrive on time after lunch, the garlands to be packed, burns from hot glue and fingers cut by the wrapping paper. The usual horrendous evil in the neck, the same desire for chocolate.
Then there was the snow.
cheeks red and fallen trees throughout the city but especially in my neighborhood: a hundred years old pines that were losing huge branches on the street, road closures, public transport ko, and large walk in the snow with the loud music in my ears and the smile opened up all that white and the silence. Lunch at the home of my head, with rotisserie and fried chicken made in the tender child that makes me see all their games and then sits like a cat on my lap to get to put my shoes.
The gray dawn, the rain, the carousel of fire trucks throughout the city, just another pregnant friend, photos of Celeste growing and yearning to see her grow from afar.
After lunch and family dinner leftovers, pass the phone rite, the uncle who sends you a ticket with "one hundred thousand the" ritual of the evening to watch movies of Chaplin.

be full and empty at the same time, hear their steps that make noise, feel the skin pulling, sweetness and bitterness that we invaded to remain firmly in place.
Christmas.
Two days to discover what may be hiding their feelings.

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"Chá de Bebe"
So you call the "Party in preparation for the birth of a child"

Here in Brazil but I think also in other parts of the world, use it, just before the birth of a child, a party where several people invited to offer something useful that the baby is born. To prepare the "dowry". Something similar is happening in December in preparation for Christmas: we are all preparing something for the baby Jesus is really happy. Maybe a lot of external things and prepare some inner qualities such as expectation, hope, peace, solidarity .... And the baby Jesus, what does it lead? The name Jesus means "God saves", but perhaps now the word salvation has little meaning for our lives. Christ means "Messiah = anointed one, chosen by God", but perhaps today a person chosen by someone else, even God, there seems to be quite realized. Immanuel means "God with us" but perhaps his company now disturbs us or bores us.
What we bring Jesus? I would like to find these days to announce it to everyone. All I know is that what leads us to be really nice and if all the important people, like the shepherds and the Magi who came to see you in the hut have returned home full of joy.

we can not pray ..

"O God, we can not really ask you to cease the war: in fact we know that you made the world so that man must find the path to peace in himself and his neighbor.
O God, we can not really ask you to cease the hunger: for You have given us abundant resources, enough to feed the world, provided you use them wisely. O God, we can not really ask you to eradicate the injustice: for You have given us eyes to see the good in every creature, provided you use them wisely.
O God, we can not really ask you to dispel the despair, because You have given us the power to transform the slums and to sow hope, provided you use it with saggezza.O God, we can not really ask you to stop the disease : Because You have given us an intelligence capable of finding cures and medicines, provided you use it wisely.
For this, O God, please give us rather than strength, determination and courage to act and not only to pray, and above all to live, not just a hope. "
jew prayer of the theologian Jack Riemer


MISSION NEWS
Don Luca returns to Verona
After nine years in Brazil in mid-January Mainenti Don Luca returns to Verona to make available to the experience of our diocesan church. Thus was the exchange of experiences of faith and life that help us grow. A sincere thanks especially to the experience of priestly fraternity shared over the years in a common mission. Always worth sharing the same mission together for the good priests of the community and also for our well-being.

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We remain third but has already reached the family of Frank, Damian and Isaac (Fumane) and late January Carolina will also come Almar (Monteforte) and Maria Gobbo (Verona). So the mission will take on a more secular. It will be a challenge for everyone and, I believe, a wonderful opportunity.

There are no prophets!
A bishop here in Brazil, Dom Manuel Edmilson da Cruz, in these days, gave up a prestigious award for his commitment to human rights by the Brazilian parliament as a sign to reflect the fact that parliamentarians have salary grew by 61%. He said that greater justice for all is also a human right.

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Assembly Parish Annual meeting of 5 December last year resolved to implement by 2012 (after 400 years since the first proclamation of the Gospel in São Luís) and parish missions. The year 2011 will therefore be a year of intense preparation for the event. Our parish continues that journey missionary of the Diocese of São Luís and the Church in Latin America began with the Document of Aparecida.

That Christmas, here is "hot," warm the hearts of all. Greetings!

Hello and thanks for everything you do! Claudio Vallicella, fidei donum priest.
joins Daniel Soardo Greetings Don, Don Luca Mainenti, Don Orazio Bellomo
Francesca Damiano
and Isaac and the Parish of the Holy Trinity in Sao Luis, Brazil.

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E 'Monday, and like all Mondays are free from work. You have spent the afternoon sanded the soul and good shopping in the supermarket, like every Monday. Then you take a shower, you've made up, with two seconds instead of calm-as-you usually do while you wait for the light to change the clothes you choose to hang around the house in a bathrobe and drinking green tea and the end you're went out to dinner. And the dinner was very good, did you discover new foods and did you drink a lot of good wine, you discarded gifts and found that most had guessed one of the other, hugged people, ate a dessert called "spoiled" (a mixture of coconut and chocolate) hair look good even without any luck and feel of spring a strange alchemy that makes you think that you're happy, a little bit.
Behold, at that very moment ...
attorney ... that too much wine do you maintain a residual lucidity, because when the keys come to life and the wasp will splash from the gloved hand, do a pirouette in the air and landed with a discreet "Pluf" inside the manhole in front of the restaurant, you have the strength to make a loud laugh, and thirty euro in your pocket for a taxi for you bring home to get a duplicate, and take you back to the wasp. And, above all, after all this, it is good that you're still able to smile.

fact tonight I am just proud of myself and how I giggled and played with the taxi driver to tell the mishaps of the world's craziest and the ways in which they were resolved.

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Brussels was full of snow, frost and cold. On the way you slipped up scattered pieces of ice on paved sidewalks and we kept the heating in the hotel so high that we could cultivate orchids.
I did not see the city. I've seen several chocolates, butter cookies, cakes of various kinds and I author discovered a unique rummaging among the books of D. intended for small Celeste. His Saisons is already in my wish list for Christmas.

Celeste is beautiful, and there are no words to describe what I tried to keep her in his arms. We would like to color, or odor.

As rightly said his father, the most incredible thing is that was not there before and now there is.

I went home and did the Christmas tree, a pot of cous cous which is sufficient for the whole week, and a stroke to see the latest film by Woody Allen.

I kept thinking about the things we said and even more so to those that we said, around the round table always well stocked with tea and cakes in the kitchen of my friends. Big and small things you saw, floating in the air like crazy bubble burst and left half of the thoughts to share just looks and nods of understanding.

here today there was a kind of sirocco appiccicosissimo and 15 degrees, and I was still dressed as in Brussels.

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First weekend of November

Pass on Saturday to chat with a friend who is halfway around the world, ( here are one of the afternoon, what time is it there? ) advice to quit (exit from , try to reverse the trend of the day ), then get dressed, take a walk, spend three hours in the library and discover that there was the presentation of a book, although interesting, buy the new Franzen, wondering what life in parallel there will be time to read that tome of the size of a small encyclopedia, drag bags around the center, buy pastries and spend the evening at dinner with friends, talk about important things and not, receive a book on loan, see a concert in a funny place lost, sleep on it.

Then one rainy afternoon with tea and apple pie in the country, in a house full of art and memories, to feel the palpable love in the air, feel at home.

Then last chat before going to bed a couple of online purchases, and behold, this weekend has turned into a kind of small renaissance.

How did I do?

I believed.

even five minutes, but I believed.

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Who needs all this talk. This

analyze, understand all this, the emotions flayed to see them naked and raw, perhaps all this wrong all the time, punish himself, think again, carry out, however, feel that float on clouds of questions and are deposited as tea leaves on the bottom of the cup.

Downstairs, in the blind alley where I live, cars parked car radio turned on and with people whispering. Puddles of icy water that reflect light blades twisted. The police cars and road that fall neatly into barracks.

In the silence of the night between Saturday and Sunday I did the hardest thing in the world. I removed the boxes from the cd and I have placed all in the library, one by one, a year after the move.

After completing the transaction, at 4:38 am, I knew for sure why I waited so long to decide to take this step. Letters, cards, photos, dates, words that jumped out like confetti from a bag, totally uncontrolled and totally unexpected. Stuff that has not yet found a place in this house, which perhaps do not find it. Stuff that has no place anywhere: no one knows it and the few who know do not remember it, then who needs to re-read, to understand and bare all? And if you do not need, what to do with the disproportionate amount of memories that are already lost, because it impossible to share?

In the end, there it is, the library filled with colored discs that I dreamed of for years. All dusted and sorted alphabetically. All: uncensored, with no provisions whatsoever. A journey that began in 2001, when I was given my first CD player.

All that was not music, cleaned, piled, and locked inside a box I put it in the end in a top shelf. A kind of middle ground of judgments suspended. Then I sat back and I started to read the new novel Byatt.

that moment I thought I liked, and I was exhausted.

Brava blonde.

The dust that accumulated and taken off with the duvet, it flew out the window as it should. I swallowed me.

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My shampoo makes fun of me.

We must say that I beg him: Yesterday at the supermarket in front of that line of bottles that I chose, and I think it just for that color choice shameless, a little 'as a teenager, a little' hello kitty from a big (but what I say), and a little 'I expected it also inside and glossy perfume. What I did not know is that the color of the bottle shameless were the same as that of the liquid, which I put some 'apprehension.

But the weirdest thing is the label that says:

"Let me caress your hair with the embrace of silk" and then "applicami and massage until a creamy head. Marvel with a long-oooh! Then rinse and repeat (oooh, too!)."

Now I say.

After reading this I turned on the radio and I started listening to Men and trucks.

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'MISSIONARY PELO MUNDO VAI Afore "
" Parties, Missionary, and take off! "

This phrase, inspired by the Gospel (Luke 5:4) seems an expression of another era, when starting as missionaries was considered an eye-catching. But today there are more missionaries? The "mission ad intra" has somehow replaced the "mission ad gentes? And what does the word "missionary"? To be missionaries of the Gospel is to be publicists or the church or your church group or movement? What are the places of mission? And above all: how the missionary experience can help to renew the life of the Church?

has 2 experiences "missionaries" who are helping me to understand something about the missionary spirit of the Christian life here in our parish of Holy Trinity in the outskirts of Sao Luis, State of Maranhão, Brazil.

STRUCTURED MISSIONARY EXPERIENCE: During Lent, in May, the month of October and during Advent some people in the parish or church groups organize meetings families (possibly the same between 4 times a year to provide continuity). The meetings have themes and in different ways (in Lent on the theme of the annual Fraternity Campaign of the pastoral year, in May: Celebration of the Holy Rosary in October and missionary themes in Advent: Christmas celebrations) but mark the phases a journey of the first announcement and create a link between the host families, neighbors and leaders of the community. It is important to choose well the beginning families: families are usually, although not normally participate in parish life, welcome the proposal to availability.

occasional missionary experience: Sunday, August 29, in the afternoon, about 80 people from the parish, divided into groups of 2 or 3, have visited about 300 families in an area identified by the Parish Pastoral Council. It was just a visit to mutual understanding, exchange of experiences of life and faith (here we are many and various Christian denominations) in the district announcing the presence of the Catholic Church with its proposals and initiatives. This was mainly to announce a "closeness" and "solidarity" and even more joyful lives because of faith supported by reason. Eventually we found ourselves in the parish center for a snack, check to groups and a Mass of Thanksgiving with the whole community.

Through these and other experiences we are learning that: • to be missionaries
part of his being a Christian, be baptized and confirmed that it means transforming every day listening to the life and disciples of the Word of God and proclaim by word and deed of love .
• to be missionaries in and out a little more from our homes, from the circle of people we know and meet the surprises of God that always comes before us.
• to be missionaries is not the task of some specialists, even though it requires serious preparation, but it is the task of the Church as a whole, priests, religious, lay people, families, groups and movements, young, elderly and children, healthy and sick, poor and less poor, ...
• to be missionaries also requires the courage to change a little their way of life and ecclesial structures to make the Church more "light".
· the current situation, in every place, requires a strong missionary activity, respectful and courageous, especially placing "in the shoes of the other / Other."
· the temptation to retreat, to continue with habitual mode of thinking to solve problems with solutions of the past, is not a terminal illness, but an illness that you can heal.
• The true missionary, like Jesus, prefers the poor.
· the enthusiasm and the cross are the companions of the mission of Jesus.

Our diocese of Sao Luis is preparing to celebrate 400 years of proclaiming the gospel in these lands (2012) and, in line with the document of Aparecida (the reference document of the Latin American Church for the next few years) which speaks of a "Continental Mission," calls on parishes who wish to celebrate the occasion and the Sante popular missions. From there was born a discussion on what "mission" here today, in our time and our situation and what the most appropriate ways to be missionaries of Jesus. I think this
discussion it will be useful also in Italy and elsewhere, take advantage of the occasion of the missionary month, the month of October.

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• We look forward to the new lay missionaries sent by the diocese of Verona here in Sao Luis in continuity with the wonderful experience of family Annecchini who returned to Santa Maria in Stars in the month of July. They will arrive in the coming months, the family of Frank and Damian Frapporti Conati Fumane with his son Isaac, and then Carolina Almar Monteforte and Maria Gobbo of Verona. To them, which will be officially presented to the diocese of Verona Sending Vigil the evening of October 22 in Verona Cathedral, our warm and fraternal "Bem vindos!".
• The month of September in Brazil for the Catholic Church coincides with the month of the Bible, was marked this year for our parish to ecumenical meetings about the parables of Jesus and the book "missionary" of Jonah. They have attended our meetings (with an average of 115 persons) the Reverend of the Anglican Church Fabiano, Franciele the pastor of the Lutheran Church and biblical scholar Martha's Catholic Church.
• Here in Brazil in October this year is also election month with all the hopes, promises, illusions and delusions that they always behind. It's amazing the sale of votes, the persons employed as "fans" for propaganda. People who endorse more candidates from different parties but to gain something. In terms of state of Maranhão, the coalition won the elections for 40 years in charge. Unfortunately, the Maranhão always stands out in the statistics for poverty and lack of social structures. It is easy to convince voters (of which 75% have not completed compulsory education and 15% are completely illiterate) when they hold almost all the media. The Lula government, which has also greatly improved the economic and social situation in Brazil, could not, in a federal system like that of Brazil, take seriously the structural mudanze in our state. But the poor always hope!

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A bunch of balloons flying away from the hands of a child and runs into the sky on a clear October sky, that seems painted. A child has fallen and peeled. Another chases her friend under the chute, then gets bored and kicks the ball. I'm going to see the exhibition of Bronzino, city event of the autumn, the I find it interesting, I left with several thoughts and two postcards which are already on the fridge. In the halls of Palazzo Strozzi was also Paul Poli, elegant and very beautiful, that went back and forth from one canvas to another, and he stopped short in each panel. In the shop the son of the chief tells me a whole story about a house with the birds and as she does is so absorbed that I am stroking my fingers one by one, then a little 'strings and a bit' strokes her back, not until his mother calls him to go and then he stops and changes the subject as he walks out. It 's a baby soft. As every child tells you something while following his mysterious mental edge that I find fascinating, I could listen to him for hours. Who knows, maybe I'm regressing.

All this, plus a lunch in the countryside based tortelli Mugello, it happened in the past three days. Not today, today it's raining, do not talk about going out then I put a little 'a place at home and feel all the possible news that we are on the radio. I also danced a lot 'while I washed the dishes and listened to a disc, including a news and more.

I am told that this is my life that I have to accept because that is the way it is, period. And I believe that I do. Wanting things is impossible, so I keep what I have, that these things, I carry this beautiful garden inside and outside the rain and the thirty seconds that I felt like chasing the balloons that runs away and do as Mr. Fredricksen a bit to see 'where I was going to end.

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I do not know what happened but now everything seems fragile and transparent.

coffee, my post it, the flowers on the table. Listening to strokes early in the morning, a Fellini movie before bed. It 's all so familiar and completely alien.

Living with the constant feeling that something is going to happen and notice the small differences from day to day, but make sure that everything is silent, that the days remaining unchanged.

I remember things, small and big ones, but I remember them. As the end of the poem recited a June evening. Just in that poem I came to Venice, by chance, (because the case is an exceptional comedian) and at times I fall to the ground. I look at people in the eye in the hope that recognize my eyes, but it never happens and I think it's because the look is not most, will never be the same.

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just to add my on Coppola's film, left me saddened to see a whole audience laugh and make fun of a poor devil who messed up a bit 'to make a plate of spaghetti, and remain indifferent to the spectacle of misery that are the ten-minute film set in Italy.

course, however, the Italians know how to make them spaghetti.

But I liked the movie. Maybe it's a bit 'thinner than I hoped, but the expectation was high and they do not, I am disappointed.

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Day with closed shoes, very early this year. I was stamping out

confident in my shoes this morning, but then I went back to get my sneakers.

September: the only time of year when I put my sneakers, the arrival of the Christmas market, the fair, and so on.

September, new beginnings.

hang a picture, remove the open-air cinema poster from the fridge, you feel the need to be embraced, with the arrival of the first frost.

In these days of new beginnings I feel the need to re-read things I've read, as if I needed to return to an area where I walked, to review as it is now that I am completely different. Things quickly. Some pieces of essays, some short story by Flannery O'Connor, the ending of a novel by Barth, and then Pascale.

E 'that happened while I was at sea I find bedside table is a collection of short stories by Pascale that had been forgotten there for a bit 'of the summers before my friend. For a moment there I noticed. But then there was one night when I could not sleep a wink because I fought with the fear that there was a mouse under the bed. I'm not a scary time, almost to nothing, but the mice terrify me. It was late and I could not wake anyone, and I would not get up because I feared that I could have come face to face with my enemy. So I started to (re) read.

Was it all that silence and the low light, but the tension has eased the fear and I found myself surrounded by a kind of closeness to certain words and certain suspensions.

I'm back on a road already traveled and I've found something completely new. E 'was exciting.

The next morning I reported the matter to my friend and she said she finds that there is a kind of correspondence between my character and the way in which he writes Pascale.

I felt very flattered.

Then, however, the mouse was really. But maybe I should be his grateful.

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It's been a long summer, full of reflections and readings.

I spent wonderful days in a place that I would like and then I walked in a silent discovering Venice and unpublished parts of me, I think, very important. Now I'm at home, at my house (I can say that I still can not pronounce these two words together without feeling a little 'upside down and a little' uncomfortable?), A project to hang a few posters are covered in paperwork. That's fine.

goes very well.

is a climate very similar to that of the school starts again: the city that goes back to being chilly, throw on a sweater in the morning while I go to work, the tan starts to be a bit 'nonsense found in routine daily.

As usual, the little hyena devouring me from inside the tents of the traps me, where I fall with all the shoes.

I was so happy to know myself able to walk for hours and hours and hours with no one corrected me behind, not even my shadow, and then I was unhappy, as was obvious, again for being indulgent to my fantasies. Daydreaming is bad for those like me, you end up high and believe with my legs like those of Loren.

I come back and are full of gifts, small things to preserve, set aside for myself. As the picture of the angel of Tiepolo that saves the builder that the scaffolding falls, or those ten minutes I went numb in front of a window behind which was exposed a stark piece of my life. (I bought it and now I've hidden in a kitchen counter). Or walking near water at night with that guy who played the violin, the same melancholy, the effect filmaccio to tell it so, and yet so poignant then and there.

The work is all, everywhere, a good portion is also back, and now I should be there to handle it.

But I enjoy a little more this climate, the smell of new books, and folder.

That little euphoria, you know, it ends soon.

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I would go.

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Alba.

dozens of post started like this, and if you have not started as they should, I think dawn is the most microscopic things and what they really mean all that surrounds me. And it is dawn and I look around, I feel afraid of silence, that the buildings appear to be animated, that appear without my people has invited the, that the words come back to resonate, and which are completely different meanings, that literature comes from the pages and I feel nostalgia for myself that is not there. Today morning I spoke with Dick Diver, sipped iced something and I asked how to do it after being exposed to so many parties and have participated in many brilliant discussions sit boxed in a provincial town, but mechanically doing their job impeccably, but he chewed a cube of ice without answering. Dick passes and rarely speaks little, one day I know that depends on the grimace on his face that, which I suspect is some sort of wrinkle of expression due to having to be very genuine smile that contentment hypocritical education, and then stopped.

Call work are ten in the morning. I'm still in his underwear and I have to leave in twenty minutes to go and get new proofs to correct, but I do not say so, I think to me to say that I have the coffee on the fire, although I have no reason to lie, and while I think this I immediately think that I did not invent anything, because you do not need, and it's not that I go to speak, only that before a certain time the voice comes out as I expected, is lower and it makes me look a bit 'silly and then I speak little pleasure. Meanwhile, a customer enters, so the conversation ends quickly and I put on coffee for real.

while I watch the shower / waterfall that hits the ground shakes and the flowers of non-slip rubber and meditate on what I am now. Behold, I am Donald Duck: jeans and white T-shirt or tank top and black jeans? Difficult dilemma. The shoes do not. The colored shoes. The phone rings again, the coffee comes out and that feeling of being alone suddenly disappears. I am not alone, there is a world that runs all around me, who does not care and summer holidays, that does not go on vacation, that does not need maremaremaremare like me who always think of starmene naked under a palm tree staring at the clouds and eat coconuts, (we always think of summer and winter, not just now) or all these people who need it as I do not realize it, he does not, does not know. Coffee, watch, it's a quarter to eleven and I have not had a shower, how is it possible? How do you expand so much time without realizing it? The stack of books piled on the table looks at me and asks me to do something. Here's how to spend another ten minutes between coffee and reading project. The boy next door throws a piercing cry, it is time for feeding. I recall the words of yesterday, the ones that I am ashamed to repeat. I am ashamed to even repeat them to myself, what kind of uptight and boring that am. How did I ever say out loud yesterday? How, how ... Within the shower with a disc behind by Noah and the Whale.

San Frediano 12 hours. Recovery of the drafts, I chat with the girls, talking about holidays of course. I miss this neighborhood, I miss the battered roads, the knot of people of all colors who are chatting in the corners, the little bar and I really miss my stationery. There is a fabulous stationery right near the square that sells all sorts of things that I write or what colors and all sorts of paper that the drawing for gift packages. Everything smells in there, and there is nothing I would not buy. Even today I give to my fixation with green pens. Sooner or later I will have to undergo a medical this mania. Go back to the tidy streets of my new neighborhood, listening to the radio with earphones, there's the news, carelessly threw a look at the windows while stopped at traffic lights. Another ten minutes of traffic and I arrived.

try it is not difficult: one two three apnea. one two three ... I like to calculate how long I can remain without breathing. I've always loved since childhood, when I asked him a present of a chronograph watch with my parents I thought about this: I could calculate ... The dim light in the house is as cool under a pergola in rest and refresh. In the dim light I pull out fresh water, tomato salad and affection. There are some things to wash, resists the map of sage, basil died. Too much love. Too much attention to this plant so soft, not too much water too little, too many attempts to show a better light, too much of everything. A plant fragrant and delicate, too much love, so you can only choke. And so I remember the dream that I was doing before dawn tonight. Before the arrival of Dick Diver. I dreamed that I was in a sort of hotel and they had to organize the places where we slept, I dreamed that my friend and his pregnant girlfriend slept in a tiny little bed all three and I was alone in a big bed. And I did not sleep. They yes, I did not. What nonsense, I thought even in dream, what nonsense. Yet they are not bad, I told myself, I choke. I suffocate ... then I missed my breath and I woke up. And I found Dick Diver.

D ice hagiography of Leonardo da Vinci-eh-wide if I take him to have said "who is alone is his own, who divides his life with a companion is only in half. " Then he also says that the passion for nature's came watching, observing nature and taught him his layabout uncle family that appears in the extract from the mouths to feed with the following description "is in the house and do nothing."
time Leonardo was a genius and has become a genius, among other things, opening in two lizards as a child. What we did not all become geniuses, but maybe some 'observers.
Tonight I thought, how many comments I've put together, as are detailed and accurately recorded and transcribed and analyzed with the green pen.

Record of useless facts and calligrapher in green.
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Today at 9.30 I arrived at the shop with breakfast already made something of a miracle-a-scary sleep and a warm already well above the threshold of endurance. My, I mean, who is known as a fearless resists turning 38 degrees and above. But having already had breakfast helped, after all, is the most beautiful part of the day, breakfast, anyway.

turn on my computer.

Black screen.

reasoning than ten minutes, then a written.

call customer service.

"the computer will not turn on a black screen and says this and that"

"Oh God"

"like oh my God?"

"is the worst thing that could happen."

"Meaning?"

"I mean your computer has just died and you said please bury"

Now, fortunately it was not the my computer, but a little 'effect makes me the same. Since I practically live there in the shop, inside there are all my working hours, all my photos downloaded into a corner, a couple of translations and two essays. Oh, and my thesis.

"come tomorrow," said the coach "that here are all on vacation and I work until nine o'clock tonight."

"tomorrow?" But I ... "

"Look, I can not move, I swear I tell the truth.

But the truth is that in 2010, working a full day without a computer is really impossible.

All orders for waiting customers: skipped

the order I had to do to the Danish company: skipped;

inventory of Christmas 2009 that I had to see to fill the order for the Danish company: unreachable then the order for the Danish company can not be done even by hand;

printing bubbles for good from the start: Sauteed;

confirmation of payment of goods purchased online: skipped.

And for sure I'm forgetting something.

However it was a busy day. The things they can not do it multiplied, people to call, with which to apologize, by arguing that, by pretending that seemed endless.

I started to surf online with their cell phone, while not being told for the twentieth time

"there is a problem? Send me an email at this address"

"I can not use the internet is the problem! "

The head, came into the store to try to stem the leaks at one point looked at me and started laughing.

I started laughing too.

We are one step hysteria, everyone.

NB Thanks to B. that the moment of greatest crisis came with two drinks. Friends, when you need it, sometimes not even have to try them.

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In these days a hot mind on the things most varied and diverse, and identifies herself in the rocks, flowers and stone buildings, and all thoughts evaporate leaving no more bubbles as if not wearing a kind of residue of futility and fatalism.

So, do you think you think back, I fell from the scooter. It was not my fault, it was the fault of the man who did not see me, thanks to the ridiculously huge machine, the fact is that wherever one is not to be seen is never much pleasure, and especially does not like to put one bare foot on the asphalt Zozzo and hot looking sandal lost in the crash.

Another thing that leaves something 'forbidden is the friend of the friend who tells you that you have just graduated in the same department and asks your advice for the future.

Future? " I say, and immediately I think of the days when I thought about the future as a thing other than this, I've been a few, I confess, but in short, the girl that has passed and that should give hope to the girl already hopefully not apply to me so, so I blatantly lied about the beautiful things happen when you have chosen as a partner in life and literature of another language, and I swear that is a wonderful thing and that never lets you down. This was not exactly a lie (okay, not even the first is really a lie), on the other hand, I also happen to think that you have next, rather than a faithful and loving companion, a cantankerous husband yells at you if you do not 've cooked dinner, but this is just a feeling of the last three days fatigue and insomnia, do not know if tomorrow subscribe, indeed, almost certainly not.

While I think the outstanding orders of the magical world of candles, to customers and drinking 4 liters of mineral water per day, my friend M. writes beautiful things, and writes very well. Maybe I should have read this, the friend of the friend in search of hope for the future.

Olive Oil With Lemon For Dogs

the question "What is it that makes her happy," the candidate lowers his head, blushed, then he can not answer, then stammers, "some light of day, and some songs ".

adds, blushing still more and holding a tear of shame "tiny things".

This makes him smile and brings it to the second question.

"But because he is ashamed of the things that make you happy?"

Nobody knows and we do not quit. The candidate seeking

elegantly to change the subject, he returns home and, after a bit 'of hours when the heat allows, open a bottle of white wine for a long time kept it in the fridge to make sense at times like this.

Pet Platypus For Sale

last question a year ago

I found the book last year.

It has a certain effect re-read the pages written in times of master of the pause when I tried to keep my eyes open and talked with my colleagues as we translated that single small word but it changed the meaning of a sentence, or a whole world attached to a sentence.

It seems impossible that he has already spent a full year from the argument, made the summer of text searches and advice from three days in Switzerland, when I knew that I was cultivating a nice illusion.

now translate, a bit ', I have just paid a couple of jobs just a whim just to enjoy some more vacation, even if on vacation and when I do not know if I'll go.

My illusion is very well hidden, Today I discussed in a frank way too, the works to prevent me from thinking about anything else for the rest of the day. I have always translated, I've always written what I thought about hiding pages in other books so it was impossible for me to find, if not by accident. I've always loved words, especially words of others. I have always been enough to know that I cultivated my passion with dedication and patience, without ever stopping to do so, without asking why or for whom.

This thing has not changed, although the patient sometimes falters. But I feel a little broken inside of me: the moment when I realized that I could not bear other wastes and other tumbles also coincided with the moment I stopped thinking in life that things could change drastically tomorrow and start over, how about a nice white sheet.

A new novel, a new summer to start, go up steps abandoned a decade ago, but still be in a new phase. Having a new home to return to. That is the way I turn the page.

I am not convinced that enough for me.

Meanwhile, I read Elizabeth Strout and I sleep less and less.

Trials Motorbike In A Car?

Benção, father!

Father, give me a blessing? This phrase, in secularized European culture, it sounds a bit 'out of time here in Brazil, appears normal, not only in religious places like the church, but on the street, in public places. While in Italy sounds like a request, here it sounds like something wonderful already achieved. It is a phrase that has nothing to do with clericalism because it also asks for the blessing of parents, godparents, relatives. The external sign is the kiss one another, a simple and extraordinary means affection, equal dignity, participation in the life of the ... It is great to see this gesture between parents and children. When someone asks me the blessing I somehow a profound experience of my mission as priest, I discover that the priest is the bearer of the blessing of God but also and primarily receives them, the priest is just a father for the community but is brother you have a sacred liturgical role, but full of affection and sharing.
In this year also as a priest in celebrating 25 years of service as a priest in the Church of God, I wish the light of past groped to say that means to be a priest
· First is the Easter experience: all the encounter with the living Christ who through his daily call signs, teaches, strengthens, inspires, delights the heart and face, gives the courage of hope. And 'the Lord Jesus rose that is worth to be missionaries, to announce the possibility of a new life, different;
• The priest is a sign visible to all, presides over and teaches, shows the way of Jesus and why he the responsibility to be as credible
· Often the priest in addition to being in front of a sign is visible behind as one goes, the animator who is at the bottom the line of life, silent and almost secretly encourages afresh, by the hand who was orphaned of friendship and brotherhood;
· Today, perhaps the task more understandable by today's culture is to live among the people of God, walking together, sharing the joys and hopes, the griefs and fears, faith and love. Being in the middle without fear of being confused, but with the certainty that human solidarity is the main door through which God enters with all the grandeur of his holiness;
• The priest is a person, as a mother said her daughter first to die, that among so many needs, knows that "those who hope in God is never weary;
• The priest is a person who loves his own class of priests because it alone can not be at the side of Jesus;
• The priest's mission is to remind all Christians in Baptism and Confirmation are consecrated priests to image of the priest, Jesus Christ, a priest that he was the original temple to "celebrate" even though attended the celebrations of his time, but working, walking together and proclaiming the word of God, made his life a gift, a share of the banquet of life, an apron dress, an altar of the Cross, the tomb of the temple of eternity;
° consequently the priest's mission is to promote the exercise of the ministerial priesthood of all harmony and diversity of the gifts of the Holy Spirit. In this mission you have to wait often times God delays but also accelerate human by removing the walls that block the path of ideological faith
• The priest has the ability to ask for forgiveness and to forgive, to receive God's blessing and to bless , to cry in front of the suffering and cry about the injustices, to be silent in the face of death but before the birth of wonder as a child in front of the works of God and to thank.

This is not a theoretical synthesis of the figure of a priest but that is what I have experienced in recent years: years of preparation for the priesthood in my home parish of Zevio, in the seminary, in the parish where I worked in the service of a deacon Caldiero (1984-1985), in parishes where I tried to serve as a priest in Vangadizza (1985-1989), St. Mark the Evangelist (1989-1994), in Borgonuovo (1994-1997), in the unity of the pastoral Valdadige (1997-2005) and now (since 2006) in the mission of São Luis in Brazil. So you can be a priest with the help of God and of so many people that stimulate, correct, help, pray for the priest is the one that needs to be.
May God bless all of you this Easter!

When they die young! There are
people should never die! On 16 March un'emorraggia died a young man of 20 years, Claudilene column of youth activities of the parish, cheerful person, by way of a child and the maturity of adults. Young man of deep spirituality and at the same time included in full in real life. His faith in life illuminates the Easter this year in our parish and become a credible. When young people die so death becomes life, even if the heart does not know whether to cry or rejoice.


A Way of the Cross with real blood!
year the Way of the Cross has had it a little dramatic: in the middle of the procession in the middle to an area of \u200b\u200brecent occupation of the houses still all mud and straw, some policemen have taken a young, her face covered with blood, and they loaded into the trunk of their car and taken away. Everything happened in the middle of hundreds of people here used to scenes like this. The blood (fake) young people who were representing the passion of Jesus was so mixed with the blood of the true daily life of these people.


Suggestion
A Vicariate Pastoral work here: the six parishes that make up our Vicariate gather once every two months with representatives of seven pastoral present in all the parishes (Youth, Family, Baptism, Social Issues, catechesis, liturgy, economic livelihood) and shall, at least two meetings vicarial training for pastoral year. They also host three meetings a single celebration: the procession of May 1, the procession of the Body and Blood of Christ and the advancement of the Bible in the bus station. This year we are trying to organize some training with the various pastoral together to implement a more unified ministry.


Visit in Italy
I'll be in Italy from May 18 until June 29, 2010, to celebrate with my fellow priests and our families on the 25th anniversary of priesthood, Tuesday 25 May at 18.30 in the church of S . John Source, adjacent to the Cathedral of Verona. I remember the addresses in Italy: house Zevio T. Mobile 0457851276 3388798495

wishes for a Blessed Easter!

Hello. Claudio Vallicella, fidei donum priest.
joins Daniel Soardo Greetings Don, Don Luca Mainenti, Don Orazio Bellomi, family Annechini: Paul and Louise with her children Alex, Adele, Emma and Mario and all of the Holy Trinity Parish in Sao Luis, Brazil.