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pianos, carpets and empty-handed

F. and M. do not fare very well.
The word "crisis" on everyone's lips almost like a leap for them has a specific meaning. This meaning is a picture. The magazine dedicated to the portfolio blank notes, not always at the end of the month.
F. and M. living alone, each in his house. Working at reduced salary, but they can still say lucky because some colleagues no longer work.
One day, in unison, each in his house and each immersed in his ruminations, are struck by what seems like a solution.
not the solution but a solution to pull a bit 'my breath, to put something in the bank.
F. plans to sell the carpet that gave her great aunt. It is not too old, but it's fine (or so said the great-aunt) and is well maintained.
M. plans to sell the piano which is technically still at home but its actually belongs to her. It is a grand piano but it is a beautiful piano in good condition and is German.
Both conclude that the very least, will have two thousand euro in return.
The owner of the most prestigious piano store in the city says M:
"Two hundred euro."
Two hundred euro! But it is German!
"Sorry, those are the best pianos coming from the Czech Republic Two hundred € or nothing."
For F. is even worse because the seller of carpets in the Arab center, a man with good looks and seasoned bell'eloquio exotic accent, keeps the rug on consignment and asked fifty euro for washing.

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I lost my watch.
Cell phones, cordless phones, DVD player, the display of the oven and give the car five different times.
sets them all on the time of cordless because it coincides with what a friend tells me looking at his watch.
This will set the TV or radio time signal.
And as you adjust the TV and radio?
Who regulates the Great Clock of the world?
Who decides what time is it now?

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Away we go, perhaps not only in America

- And if we went to New Zealand?
- We have to give in to learn good English ...
- Oh, yes. Sure it would change everything. But if we went on an isolated island and anonymous in this hemisphere by, say ...
- An island? But if I told you me and you said no because then D. grows out of this world ...
- Look, if the world is that maybe it would remain outside ... Actually I have I spoken of the feeling of relative deprivation. That is, even if D. will be happy one day find that elsewhere there are many things he does not know how to think the lost opportunities and become unhappy.
- We go to a place where there is no Internet. What no one ever speaks of the world.
smile. We think both of them to "The Village".
- Ok, so again, ok?
- Ok, goodnight.

I and A. we can not sleep.
To live in this country there is nausea, insomnia, acidity.
today makes me sad well as intervention of Labor or the cartoons of Vauro tells me a friend. It will not change anything. Everyone is outraged. Or rather, some are outraged, others envious. And everything remains as is.
It has nothing to do only the President of the Council. Sure, he is the tip of the iceberg. But in this
puttanaio the most prominent figures are also Maria De Filippi, the Barbara D'Urso, the tronista, the showgirls, the prostitutes on the high board, Fabrizio Corona, the valleys of teleshopping.
are depleting their life, make little thing. Triturate the dignity of human beings to make it spreadable blush on the cheeks of the guests. Love is no longer such, it is a choice between products.
Friendship is to cover the wrongdoing, or to obtain favors it.
people straight out of a nightmare by Stefano Benni.
Imagination can not keep up with reality.

But in this country there were people like Pasolini, Petri, Fortini, Bianciardi, Calvin, Berlinguer, Serena?
What happened in the '70s, Italy was still a country live in the 80s was a country of people ready to forget everything to look at the necklines of Drive In?
And where were we?

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does not happen only in America, but all over the planet I suppose. Or at least, even in Italy.
The fact of becoming parents in the environment triggers a series of drives to write an essay, maybe two. As he told a friend of my mother: "If my non-maternity was the national question, my motherhood became an international issue."

A baby on the way is a catalyst for feelings. It 's a brand new life, every person you meet has to have its say. (Sometimes it does not say anything, he runs away and this is the single friend callous, proud not to be a father, attached to his freedom as a koala to a tree and the sample is not random because the thing that most holds that it is laziness, those blissful hours of sleep that is not ready to give up.)

Burt and Verona, the stars of "Away we go, in search of someone to share the joy and fatigue to become parents, a place to make the metamorphosis from couple to family.
In three months will see their daughter.
A bit 'out of place, looking for a reference model to inspire them. And they found none. Each of the friends they meet it is clinging to a formula that seeks to convert our two. Or lives her loneliness and failure. There the couple
disillusioned, describe family life in the raw and vulgar enough to try to ruin someone else's. Children are unscrupulous in their violated privacy (and to think that a few years year before their babies were also honored by everyone).
There is new age friend who fights against the use of strollers ("we do not push us away from our children") and feeding them until age unlikely.
There is the couple just as they like, but that coexists with a great pain.
There is a mother who has just left home, left her husband and child to whom the truth has not yet been said but there is a threat that hangs over her about to fall asleep in a bed full of stuffed animals and games.
And then there's an old house, abandoned, with pineapple and other fruits of plastic hanging from the trees. A house where you see the lake. A house from which to go far.

Sam Mendes leaves behind the perfect picture of "American Beauty", the classical canon of "Revolutionary Road" and, relying on the screenplay by Dave Eggers and Vendela Vida (life companions and parents), he to sign yet another film not to be missed.

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Three years!

how it works. There is always something good waiting for you where you would not think.
Asylum in late autumn had become an unpopular place, after the holiday season is back in our favor.
return the week of the D. celebrated his birthday at school because it falls during the holidays - in fact, made a "little party with friends" as he says.
E 'come home very happy. Humming "He likes you choo! Choo!" to the tune of Happy Birthday to you. It suggested scenarios of love trains, like in amusement parks of yesteryear, and the first fired.
few hours after added a tune, "Why is a good guy, because he's a good guy nobody can Legari "chanting as one of the cardinal principles of justice, freedom for all the right people. (and imprisonment for those who sgarra. If this seems obvious, you have not read the newspapers to be a bit 'of time now).
Worthy of note is the song from Mary Poppins, in its interpretation, has become a mantra to ward off any disease and, above all medicine: "A spoonful of sugar and there is the pill, the pill is out there ...".
So the party was a success with a new one. The cakes that we brought did not like. "Mom, they were ugly!"
In his voice I read a reprimand: Mom why have not you done it again spiderman cake with cream? Because you made me do this just look bad in school?
screens to explain that pies were packaged in school because there is a regulation that forbids the wearing of homemade desserts. They are only allowed sweets made without cream and cream, with a list of ingredients and expiry date is clearly indicated. Maybe we do not like much, but the rules are and we respect them because we are good guys.
I try to explain it, but D. seems quite indifferent.
Then he smiles and says, "The juice was delicious!" Well. At least that.
And she goes to her room humming "He likes you choo choo!"

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Poetry returns

The earliest memories of life are visual memories. Life, in memory, becomes a silent movie. All of us have in mind an image that is the first, or among the first in our lives. (...) I'll give you an example, Gennariello, who'll play Neapolitan exotic. The first image of my life is a tent, white, transparent, hanging, I still, from a window overlooking an alley rather sad and dark. Tent that terrifies me and I fear: not as something threatening or objectionable, but as something cosmic. (...) What I said and taught that tent did not admit (and does not permit) replicates.

(P. Pasolini, "Gennariello)

Every time I come back from Sicily thumb, under a kind of jet lag. It is not about the temperature range, latitude, passing from the sea to the Alps' s a kind of jet lag the soul, an inner jet lag. But I know better than advertised, I speak only a few among us, here under the table. I would not dream of giving someone advice or prescriptions for super-fast and painless.
To me this state of suspended consciousness, this gentle and subtle form of gloom, it is useful. It 's like a parachute to return to the present.

Why Sicily is the land of A. The landscape flowing rapidly out the window and the buildings of the old dark when we walk by Etna is the landscape in which he was born, walking, running, in which he lived his life before me. And I breath and returns an A. I can only imagine.

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Here and now there

"No one, wise or foolish, young or old, can escape death. That is my only desire was to solve this eternal mystery. The rest was secondary."
(Nichiren Daishonin)

I like to imagine that an elderly person can reflect on death without fear, but embrace all those who remain and giving them what he understood in the years in which he lived.
Clint Eastwood gave me this dream.
Signs a film that chooses the theme of the themes and the film gives the lightness and the depth of one who shuns the questions painful but retains the clarity of being fully in the present.
The film is a kaleidoscope of humanity, the colored beads are made to show us so many lives, and their combination in pain and salvation.
George (a Matt Damon as good as ever) that seems doomed in the tight spaces of his house Marie and it seems that it is saved in the open without shelter as possible. A child condemned to always be half of something because his sister died in a car accident.
And the other characters tell us the hope of dialogue, of redemption, the inability to resign himself to let go of what it was. Melanie between them as a lack of romance with George is one of the most remarkable film.
the impressive opening sequence that surprises us and drags us into the vortex of the unexpected without exemption.
About the final sequence at the book fair is a bit 'forced, but the scene in the gallery continue to defend it even though I am to have cost some discussion.
George stops to see the past of others and begins to see his bright future, clean, exciting and rightly highlighted by a lacquered photography choice.
The way the film seems encapsulated in the call of the child: a reminder that we can only imagine what lies beyond the threshold, but on this side there is this to live.