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Maya, Futuro & Felicità

I often think that I should always stop me questions about why and wherefore and vivermi to the bottom of the things that happen to me, the mood. This 2011 so far has been wonderful.

For the first time I am happy and peaceful for more than two consecutive weeks, and for the first time I know exactly why, in a way which allows me to understand and "control" the thing . Should I stop asking me questions, and simply enjoy the moment.

After all what is life if not an infinite sequence of moments? And How important is the future and the past, if you are able to destroy this? We live as if we were to do it forever, when we know that is not so, that every breath could be your last. And we remember with such intensity that at times the past becomes so real to make us dwell in him as a happy land.

Damn memory. What is remembered, if he prevents us from living as you have this? What is the thinking of the future, if not even know if I will live or not?

Yet most people do not do nothing but squirm between past and future, sadly, completely forgetting the present. In fact, even Leopards - that of happiness if it meant little - he had understood: happiness is always past or future, never present , wrote in his Zibaldone .

The fleeting happiness that yes ... is simply much easier to be happy in the past and future than in the present; in the past because it naturally tends to remove the negative that there was, in the future because hope is always the last to die.

I decided that I want to be happy in the present. And they are, no matter how and why.

Ultimamente mi inquieta molto tutta la questione dei Maya e della fine del mondo, che pare essere anticipata al 5 maggio di quest'anno. Ok che non ci credo, però oggi mi è venuto da chiedermi cosa farei se sapessi per certo che è vero. Voglio dire, voi cosa fareste se sapeste con certezza che tra due mesi finirà tutto quanto?!  

Secondo me cose molto diverse da quelle che facciamo tutti i giorni, molto spesso diverse anche dal nostro stile di vita, dalla strada che abbiamo intrapreso, dalle nostre personali convinzioni. 

Io farei cose che ora come ora non mi sognerei never do ... is funny how our perspective would change, our priorities, if the future did not exist. This makes me think that perhaps not truly live, not live as I wish, for simple fear of the consequences. Who knows.

But I had said at the beginning of the post that I had to stop imparanoiarmi?! You see that I am not able! But I'm happy and that is enough ... I happens very often in more than in the morning I wake up in charge, full of enthusiasm, work, happy to begin a new day ... This is too good!

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Sull'eternità dell'Amore

I had already spoken, but as it is a subject I'm passionate about I'll talk more. On reflection (and yes, I have better things to do ... especially at night!) have concluded that there are only two ways to ensure that a feeling is eternal.
One is to accept that changes, which over time and life to evolve, becoming more often into something very different from what was in the beginning.
The most striking example is in my opinion ' love we feel towards their parents, passing through endless stages - Dependency, need, rebellion, intolerance, etc. tenderness. - And then arrive at something very different from what was at the beginning: a need for care, typical of the children, we pass the desire to heal, when we deal with parents no longer young and perhaps invalid.
Yet the core of feeling, that special kind of love that is the branch remains the same while changing. Hence lies the paradox and wonder of human relationships. The stagnation of feelings instead is a danger, because if an emotion does not evolve, it changes sooner or later becomes ill.
A fifty which depends on the parents, who do you treat them, tanto normale poi non è; così come non lo sono quei genitori che si rifiutano di accettare la crescita dei figli, continuando imperterriti a invadere la loro vita come se si trattasse di bambini incapaci. 
In questo caso il discorso fila liscio come l'olio, ma sarà lo stesso per l'amore passionale, quello che lega un uomo e una donna per tutta la vita? In parte credo di sì. 
Penso che i rapporti fallimentari sia quelli incapaci di trasformarsi, quelli che si incrinano quando la passione scema, quelli che non reggono la routine, quelli che non sanno accettare la vita come viene. In parte però non so... l'amore reca con sé una tale dose di mistero unlikely to be fully revealed.

The second way to make that feeling last forever stop it when it is at its peak. may seem contradictory, but it is. A love lived to the end lasts forever, the story where we were left with a broken heart, still in love, will remain etched in our minds.
The end, the death of a love not only freezes our hearts, it is as if crystallized the moment and the feelings connected with it, keeping them forever. This is what I think, this is what I always looked around.
Hardly going to think that the chick that left her heart broken, if the story had continued, he would one day be tired of her, sending her to hell tired of the continual betrayal.
You think that would last forever just because they do not know how it would end really, with no end "premature".
Here I close, because I know that I have enough to pontificate today!

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Scende la pioggia...

I love the rain. I know it sounds strange, that sometimes can also be considered synonymous with a sad and melancholic mood (which is true in part for another), but I crazy for the smell of rain , for that rhythmic ticking that articulates and expands the time. ;

The rain the smell in the air, feel like its fragrance contaminates the nature and the world around ... everyone has a different smell when it rains . And as a child you know subconsciously recognize the smell of wet earth, wet hair, wet wood and wind, sai come l'aria è carica di elettricità e di attesa quando si sta preparando un temporale. 

Alle volte mi incanto a guardar scendere la pioggia fuori dalla finestra. Mi verrebbe voglia di correre in strada e danzare col naso all'insù... e lo farei anche, se non temessi di esser presa per pazza. 

Una volta, tempo fa, su una rivista lessi che secondo uno studio camminare sotto la pioggia avrebbe come effetto quello di aumentare il buon umore. Be', io ci credo a questa cosa, perché a me succede esattamente così! Mi mette allegria zompettare tra le pozzanghere con un ombrello colorato, sentire the drops patter on the fabric and stretched over the roofs of the houses, see the lights of cars on the road bright and diluted in the reflexes.

Of course, if you are running or have to go out by force under the Flood universe, then yes, annoys me too ... but the rain itself is not bad. And to read or write is my absolute meteorological time (it says so?! Boh ...) preferred.

To write because rain inspires me. The windows fogged, streaked with rivulets and thin lenses that seem to tears, I riportano indietro al passato, mi stimolano a riflettere e a perdermi in quel particolare mix di pensieri, ricordi, sensazioni e tristezza che fa la felicità di ogni aspirante scrittore. 

E poi mi fa sentire protetta, stretta nel bozzolo caldo della mia stanza, dove sono circondata da tutto ciò che amo. Per leggere poi la pioggia è l'ideale... regala concentrazione e la fantasia può spaziare a suo piacimento. Servono forse altri motivi per amarla?