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How would I do without them?

Maybe I would live better.

friend I dated (it old, and has the nearly 33 years) that I want to keep anonymous, and then call Cosetta Thus, in this period is driving me crazy. Going through a messy good time, you are well separated after a year of marriage and is happy, but stressed.

This weekend, my husband and I, we decided to pass it to relax at home doing nothing, as he must one take. Instead Rowena has been with us because they do not know where to go ... has the classic scene of his wife who leaves slamming the door, then sin has no place to spend the winter and is due to enter into our already crowded home.

Rowena is a good girl, but hates three things: children, animals and disorder. In fact my house there are two infants under two years, a cat, the new dog Santamaria, two goldfish and a dazzling casino that Sexsax oxfordianamente called "fuckin 'mess."

Since we had not relax and take a deserving club, we spent Saturday and Sunday to invent distractions to lift the morale of Cosette. And since Cosetta to every hint of a decline in our verve, clung to talk about her marriage, I and the Saxon martyr poor we had to keep the profile always high, never falling, never a distraction. E 'was exhausting, we faced on Saturday night with a restaurant, walk beneath the flood and stop at the joint to drink, with the spontaneity of two deported.

Fortunately on Sunday we relieved with the help of other friends who have joined us for a lively afternoon crackling that my husband liked it a lot, smiling with his eyes bloodshot. It seemed Freddy Krueger with conjunctivitis from stress.

Cosetta Sexsax has stayed in the study, and this morning at 6:30 I found my husband on the couch that was tearing her hair a few that still remain ..

"Nicole ... still asleep."

"eh, are you ..."

"shit, I am six and a half and I have to work!"

"sooner or later you will raise, you'll see"

"on what time work?"

"store opens at 16, today is Monday"

"but good! Great! Cock! Only in Italy on Monday morning, the shops are not opening, that rule of the cock. Fuck!"

"ssssssh, if you feel ... PiccoloD speaks softly and relaxed, you have to rest this week. Okay, I'm going to run. Cia '"

"leave me so?"

"What can I do? I can not enter the room and throw her out of bed at six just because you you have to work. you will do it later. cia '"

" oh no, now you stay here and suffer with me. it is not right that I gnaw on its own, is a your friend, and it is your fault if now occupies the sofa bed of my study "

" What is all this and your my ? ? flying low, love, this is my home "

" tomorrow sleep outside, a kennel and a bowl prepariamole "

" okay "

" what are you doing? "

" I'm going to do without going to run the shower, make breakfast and then wake up. you owe me a big favor of "

"And the trip to Iceland?"

"ah yes. I've paid off the trip to Iceland, with this. We're even."

"You are very dear."

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BELIEFS - PART TWO

The disaster is the belief of human knowledge.

Eyquem Michel de Montaigne

Why do we believe?

One of the causes of the desire to accept a belief, or new belief, is fear.

What would happen if we did not believe in anything? We should not fear what could happen? We would not be naked, helpless, unprepared? How could we resist those who have strong beliefs? The belief is perhaps a way to prepare for war, deprivation, the future, the unknown?

It 's true that every day come up with new ways, methods, to live well, better, better? It 's true that we believe in what we do, we learn every day, so we accumulate more and more beliefs? Which brain is crammed this continuous flow of material?.

We to have his head too full? Yet we continue to accumulate beliefs. Heatedly. We are hungry for news, curiosity, turns, as if our survival depended on it, our health, our happiness.

's so? Survival, welfare, happiness depends on the amount of information and beliefs?

What is mysterious is realized sooner or later.

What is not obvious.

Edward R. Murrow

If we did not believe in something, in every aspect of our lives, we would not feel lost, incapable, helpless? Accepting the belief is not just that, a way to assuage the fear? Fear of being nothing, poor, empty, alone, incapable, inadequate?

A cup is useful only when empty, then it may contain something. A mind already full of beliefs, dogmas, statements, experiences, is already full. There is nothing that has not already accepted. The cup is full and thrills to fill again.

The mind in this state is not creative, it is simply repetitive.

can not create their own peace, your peace, your joy of life, but only to repeat the stimuli it has stored, wearily. As you efforts idling, unsatisfied. Lack the creative ability, which is accompanied by peace and inner space and time; still the rage, exhaustion, attrition constant, sometimes softly, sometimes blatant.

escape the fear of emptiness, loneliness, stagnation of not coming, do not succeed, do not get, do not be or become, is it not the reason why we adhere to the beliefs with such enthusiasm, greed, hope or despair?

and accept new, multiple, beliefs, perhaps better understand ourselves? Or they hinder the understanding of ourselves?

The belief is the screen through which we look. But you can freely look this way, the truth?

If you remove those beliefs, many beliefs that each of us has, is something to watch?

If there's any belief with which the mind is the same person, the mind free of identifying can look at itself as it is. Recognize and acquire a first glimmer of truth, self-understanding. You will see herself naked, without the disguise of beliefs. You'll find out.

If you do not leave aside their beliefs, at least for a moment to look, can never be recognized for what it really is. Observe the dress, beliefs, but will not see itself. Most of humanity lives and dies in this way. Will never know. But knowledge is dangerous, the real body might not be what the dress designs.

The miracle is not walking on water

The miracle is to walk on the green earth and feel alive

Thich Nhat Hanh

The more intellectual is a person, more educated, "spiritual", the lower is its ability to understand. The most thoughtful, cautious, vigilant are those who believe more or less? Beliefs are opening or closing of the Spirit? Release or binding? Combine or isolate?

look everywhere, in politics, economics, the social world, religion. The abundance of beliefs what causes it? Certainty or illusion? Well-being or fatigue? Real wealth or poverty?

With the abundance of beliefs we seek self-assertion, beyond the point where we are now, of course. We will guide us, will support: more than beliefs, more successful, more possibilities, more strength, more awareness, more ourselves. We believe. And we always try new things to believe. Do not think, or believe in few things, suffocates us, makes us feel inadequate, why?

With the beliefs we claim. We speak of peace, success, achievements, unity, peace, prosperity, love. In reality beliefs are developed the greater the level of division. Each new belief implies exclusion, incompatibility with other. We can do is to exclude older beliefs, or re-scale, think, meditate, to fix the things and be able to work together in our little heads beliefs, old and new. An endless, endless, continuous maintenance activities. At least until you are so confused by giving up all belief! For fatigue, not by choice. There comes a point where it no longer believes in anything. And then we leave. As before.

He knew everything except how to live.

Jean Paul Sartre

You are right I left, you are to the social self-affirmation for me, you believe that problems should be dealt with in a way, I in another, you believe in an educational, cultural, religious, I in another, you think that war can be justified, not me, you think that the media tell lies, I say that half-truths, and you think that the statement is the most important thing, I think and sharing, you think in a way I in another. We are divided. We do not know who the end can not be right because we know life and the future, even if we have the belief to meet you. We belief to guess the future.

But thanks to the beliefs we can really do about the future, our lives, the way we want? Or is it just another illusion? And if it is illusion, we will overcome fear and deliver us from the belief useless, unnecessary, harmful, false? Or will, together with the awareness that in the end, yes, after all is illusion. Both will remain, kept alive by fear to discard it? E ' fear the real glue that holds together the illusion of illusion and awareness within of the same mind?

is not all that tiring? Or does not seem tiring because that is how we live?

And living as we do not know any better. We do not want to leave the mind, perhaps because we do not know what to have the mind and heart free. We do not know the fear of freedom, but we know the price to pay: be without beliefs, without illusions.

no illusions of humanity would perish of despair, or boredom.

Anatole France

But in all this, how does the mind, as this live jam beliefs?

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period that I can not write much, due to lack of time. Yet now that I'm in Stavanger in the quiet and silence, without the stress of direct work (I have it indirectly, as through computer work anyway) I never find the right concentration. Norwegian

These days, I noticed different reactions of PiccoloD to change. Begins to feel more than before. Just saw the suitcases, Sbrocca, picks, runs. A little 'how did my dog \u200b\u200b(with all due respect to my son, who is whole different kettle of fish) when saw a trip.

LittleL Blessed is easy-going. Do not give a chip only a thing ... now that I'm weaning is even more quiet and sleeps even more.

My husband is rather bad, very bad. Begins to suffer the blows of a life always accelerated. When I went to London to reunite with him, I thought it was the older brother. Since Sexsax not have any brothers, I had to realize that instead it was him with twenty years of stress on my shoulders.

arrived in Norway, I was hoping that at least here ESTABLISH a normal routine, used by Fantozzi, a normal time like 8-17. Noffink Instead, my husband wakes up and works well at night.

Over the weekend I managed to distract him, we hang with friends (also in Stavanger have our strange turns yesterday ...), but (I hate Mondays) has become gray to pink-gray.

I'm not worried, we've already gone through in which he slaughtered, but now that our relationship is symbiotic, I suffer too.

"Honey, I see you worried, but why?"

"But no, I'm not worried, you're just tired"

"I see YOU concerned, I'm not saying I do worry about yourself "

" Tired. "

" It will when we go home Friday and will stay there for a week without even turning on the phone "

" Swear "

" I swear that from Friday will lie, "

" No, swears he does not turn on the phone even "

" Yes "

" No, you have to say I swear "

" As you wish "

" Say! "

" I exaggerated, let the light? "

" That has to do with light? "

" Well, I can not work without light at night "

" But the day ... "

" By day I am the riding school and help you "

" Exaggerated ... you can work a little "

" Were you reluctant to be "

" No, come. "

" A little more convincing? "

"Come, you preeeeeeeego"

"We continue to annoy"

"Tired ..."

"Yes, very much. You sopportami until Friday, and then I promise I turn out the lights. "

" And now? "

" now as well. Black out for two hours. "

At 3 and a half at night, there is.

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BELIEFS - PART ONE

The truth is what people want to believe.

L. Ron Hubbard

We beliefs. Everybody has.

We have views on politics, economics, religion, the people, the way they should be conducted nationwide, the city, the municipality, the institutions, police, justice the educational process, the family. Technology, football, morality, sex, the next ... All this is to form a set of "beliefs" that is with us, guiding our daily actions, large and small.

These "body" encompasses our whole life and define it in a way, bound by rules of life, thoughts and behaviors that derive from the beliefs we have accepted. But this set of beliefs unites or divides? Leads to clarity or confusion? Peace or war? Collaboration or antagonism? Beliefs are shared or antagonistic? They are a help or hindrance? Facilitate or hinder? Lead to success or failure?

We believe in a God of a thousand loaded rites or in the case that created the universe, in capitalism or free market, in the social teaching or the ability individual order or iron in democracy, in the car or public transport, in our families or ourselves, in human brotherhood or the need to remain separate, in politics or volunteer, work or leisure, in the house owned or rented ... in every aspect of our lives we believe in something.

There is a web denser than this?

How can a truly free mind to make a decision in such a tangle of constraints? What the autonomy left? May apply to their own beliefs a little 'freedom to live and there really is distinct from the tangles of his own thought binding? Or will be forced at any time to adjust his freedom, his desire for life, the system of rules, beliefs, which has imposed?

And above all, can enjoy peace and happiness by living this way?

Now that you've broken through the wall to test, what will you do in the next cell?

Stanislaw J. Lec

How many beliefs there are in our minds? How much we really need? How many are born every day? How many of them making them accept the rule of our life? And how many actually can handle, accept, deal with a mind that wants to be alone?

Yet, once acquired a new belief, opinion, we are reluctant to abandon it. The load in our mind and it creates a new constraint, a new conditioned response.

we to live without believing in anything?

beliefs are essential. But it's better if they remain such, essential beliefs. Instead proliferated dramatically. From the original core originate thousands, millions of beliefs in a lifetime, of all types, embracing the whole of our existence, all fields, in a choke hold.

You fight for them, sometimes without any utilities, but we are pressed to defend our beliefs, fearing a future in which they will no longer be accepted. We are willing to defend the war. The belief away people, divides, creates hatred, resentment, division and fatigue. The belief, not the essential, necessary, but those that we have synthesized a range of truths in our minds on the basis of endless speeches, experiences, fears, successes and failures, are the root cause of our effort to live with others. It does not mean we have to accept others' beliefs, in fact, but the same beliefs are an obstacle, a constraint which inevitably leads to forms of friction, and can not be resolved in any way, until there.

We used to believe everything we think. It is a mistake.

Often what we think is not real.

Wilfried Reiter

But the struggle goes much further. We fight against the same beliefs that are in us. We strive to make them exist together, reconcile, adapt to the times, renew. We fight but is held tight. The defending itself. Even when what shows us that you can not defend them. Enter into competition with our feelings, our souls, among them, all looking for a place in our minds and our hearts, each wants to dominate the other, creating endless confusion and constraints, defining a personality, but at the same time obliges, preventing it from being what he wants to be and live what I want to live.

The belief is the grid within which force us to live.

tried to build a house, a hierarchy in which all can live together without throwing out any. We work, we toil, we exist for our beliefs, for their maintenance. But they give us back from being realized?

beliefs divide. The persons, peoples, cultures, of course, generate conflicts, intolerance and war without end. What comes out of the belief in the diagram is immediately thwarted. But split up the identity and mind in many parts of opposing and often irreconcilable, overloaded.

E 'possible to live believing in very, very few essentials and let rest for free?

not change beliefs, not substitute for a belief to another, but to be, really, completely free. Cultivating the only center of its belief as a flower watered by water enjoyed in full, without wasting thousands of streams in all rooms, tiresome, misleading, to no avail. Reaching out to life with their identity but as if it were at all times new. Enjoy a mind free and at peace.

a closer glance at everything as if for the first time, moment by moment, we enjoy it without being boring, without the constraints of the past. Move away from the trap that creates the cumulative barrier between themselves and the reality of their lives.

E 'possible?

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The methods can be one million or more. But the principles are few.

Grab the principles and methods to successfully choose.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

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A weekend between ommmini

weekend and I very nice to her offspring came from Swiss territory Ale'mpossble and Daddy. Unfortunately
found a Florence under a flood (though the cathedral, Renzi did spread the green grass), LittleL with colic and tummy with fever PiccoloD tooth. But despite the various Scazzi, we managed to spend a pleasant two full days.

My brother in advance for my father signed the permission to enjoy it fully, because my dad is a bit 'a leading lady, always wants the stage all to himself and leaves little room for others. Must tell, tell, tell by his voice-prim- everything that has happened. Listened to the last hard recipe for chicken with mushrooms. It 's wonderful listen to him, but forget that there is something else. It 'not just a defect.

My brother however, is the opposite. He does not talk much, in fact, actually does not say shit. If I were not as pervasive influence in December, by this time our conversations would be "how are you?" "Well ... are you?".
But I've always been quite troublesome to him. His being "on his" depends above all on its superiority convinced. He thinks he's better than others, which is probably true, but this has always given the air of a nasty son of a bitch, that really is not.

He is officially depressed, unofficially, however, is fine. He sleeps when it comes to sleep, eat, do sports, working, raising two children and "playing the organ." So I would say is anything but depressed. So we've spent two days talking about his depression .

Sexsax was a Passover, two fortunes in three (not a bad average) loves my brother and my father and my mother hates. But the hate in a bad way, really. Among other things, my husband is a person free from any form of diplomacy, then tell him openly, "I hate you."

know why I hate it: hates her because she would son was accepted as any person, the important thing is that "professionally right." She told him when we decided to live together and he's not what if the head is raised.

Mutterja really is not bad, is not superficial and is not affected. It 's just hard, like titanium. Does not dissolve, resistant to acid attack, does not bend, does not warp and it sounds as it passes the metal detector. It 's a practical person, not romantic. So the important thing for her is the "accommodation" to work ... 'MOUNT much if he is a son of a psychopathic terrorists, it is important that work and do it well. So Sexsax is ideal for her son, even if he knows not to be his nice. When asked how she is what she always answers "is a good husband." As if to say: "I like ice cream?" "No, today I went to the museum."

Returning to our weekend, I spent in a rather agitated. Saturday night we all (including friends) in a Brazilian, a magna Churrascheria where if and if Zompa. My father has found himself very well in his sixties, has also spoken with a Brazilian dancer of the political situation in South America, she was obviously concerned ... the tit ... ds was really concerned because peeped constantly.

Yesterday all parties, brother, father and husband.

And now begins my week of single mother, begins hard times, bleak days .. while he enjoys in the United States.

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I must be more careful ...

.. eh.

Because behind the keyboards and the aifòn pc, people often hide problems with embroidering on what they read (they are obliged to read my blog? No, I think, They do it yet). And they do it with a strong fantasy porn, obviously are lacking from that point of view. The only fantasy if they can allow browsing network, as we go into the bedroom just to take off his socks gucci or pretend to be someone who does "pissing" (a term I did not know ... if they learn of things instructive reading the ramblings of people odd) with someone who does not exist.

Well, I do not exist . Put it this way. Okay?

I could have, after what has happened to make this blog private. But no, I will continue to give way to vent frustration with the book, the fantasy.

But I must be careful not to be too nasty. I've never described what I do in bed with my husband, nor when and how I do. Apparently the few hints at a regular double life that all persons living in a relationship they are enough to trigger the verbiage of some schizophrenic. In fact, one and all. Symptom of a narrow-minded as the asshole of a chicken.

I've never had anything against anyone who tells his own life, here or on facebook, or twitter. I only tell you what I can tell, often taking me around. I do it for laughs my friends, my family and anyone who wants to read. I do it for myself, especially because it relaxes me, I reconciled, is a therapy against the stress of everyday life that I live.

In this blog I wrote those things much more private (?) To which reference is made (?) but do not contain sexual hints. Obviously the person weak and weird, he preferred to target what most inspired the bullshit of the moment, becoming the "nice" in the eyes of the law. Actually makes me laugh even chickens, Berlusconi's jokes are funny.

I often joke about sex, because for me is like food. And 'something so natural and spontaneous, that deserves to be teased. Who uses words to make jokes about pornography (including the unwritten) of the sex lives of others, it has a problem, a big one (cit), I add.

The other topic that I will have to proceed cautiously and Jewish culture (not I talk about religion because no one in my family is religious).

Everything I imagined, except that some things written by me about the origins of some of my family, those were also taken as a cue to expire in pornography.

I understand that we are in Italy, and that pornography is on the agenda (broadly understood), that lack of respect for people other than Italian average are viewed and treated as if they belonged to another planet, I understand everything. But I do not know when the joke becomes pornography.

I am the first to joke around and go down heavy on religion, on the myths of religion, etc.. But I do not do to hit a person wounding the pride of his family. There are other ways, perhaps more direct and not involve outsiders. E 'cowardly. I am here, I'm open to abuse. It insults me as well, but it is done looking "face." I also tell you what is written at the entrance to my house, but I can tell you without going through the back door.

I am an exhibitionist, exhibitionist who do so are theater and writing on a blog, but are not mandatory . I do not impose my presence otherwise insult me \u200b\u200bif you delete it. I've been deleted without reason by many people on fb, but I did not angry, I have not breached in pornography, I have not insulted the family who I have deleted. Maybe I'm done I hurt, or maybe I have a concept very "light" of bucodeifessi. I deleted some people from fb (which does not necessarily mean elimination of "life" because life is not fb) but it never happened at all unpleasant.

final episode. This is the first post entirely serious, but Daddy, Ale'mpossble, Mutterja Sexsax and were not very "happy" to have read some things that, unfortunately, and I had to answer them all mine.


What was I saying? I must be more careful?

But no!

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LIVE WITHOUT EFFORT - THE NINTH

bought when you awareness of yourself in action.

Jiddu Krisnamurti

How to reach the state of understanding, awareness, life without effort?

Evaluate your thoughts appropriately. At any time when you realize that something troubles you. Where did you think? Why is it there? Have you got left in there or you went alone? Watch your thoughts, without reaching it. If you do, the thought itself vanishes, it will dissolve like snow in the sun. Whatever you decide to observe it. And, more importantly, deciding not to sit back in it. Be a spectator of his wanderings, realize that the mind is gone and trying to draw in its thinking. Learn the discipline. Do not tire, even refusing to follow the thinking you'll save all the energy costs in pursuing the shaft otherwise err. Experience the first step of peace, perhaps small, but it will seem enormous: observing your thoughts, they will dissolve, and you're free. For a minute, hour, never mind. The effort will not happen.

Watch as you act. Follow the movements of thoughts, and feelings. When you have reached the awareness of such movements usually live where you'll see your mind and your feelings, your passions. Having understood, having seen where they are living, you can decide if that is the place where you decided to live, or if your mind and your thoughts and feelings really do not belong, and to avoid control force you to chase them. Do not be afraid to say "no, do not join you." Let disappear, accept the feeling of emptiness, then that is freedom. You decide where they go up your mind and your feelings. How? It simply does not accompany them.

If, however, you recline in thought, then become one, the reach, and enter the state of agitation which is an effort to live.

Nobody can make you feel miserable if you do not allow him.

Theodore Roosevelt

will understand that the thought process (which includes feeling and action) is based on an idea becoming. And it arises when there is insecurity, which in turn emerges when you're aware of inner emptiness.

Are you aware of the processes of thought and feeling you feel about being a constant battle that consumes your energy, your mental space, always. Can not enter until you decide what the mind goes without discipline. But discipline does not mean the effort to get us into what I want, on the contrary, it means refusing to sink in that I did not choose.

Watch your thoughts.

Take your time.

discover the existence your daily effort, trying to change, to transform what is into what is not.

not think enough about how nice it is not asking for anything.

Seneca

The inability to accept what it is and live it, prior to the defeat: "I will never to live what is , I inevitably turn it into what is not, otherwise ... The assessment, evaluation, continued to weigh everything, distinguishing what we believe to be from what should not be, as the range from how it should go.

As you will never have peace, be happy in this way? Yet everyone thinks they can do that.

A past life as well, with the body in what is and as projected in what is not. The suffering of the eternal difference between the two.

Suffering disappears whether pay attention to your mind, if you go in the state of the magic that is .

Only if you're aware of your own inadequacy, lack, poverty, failure, and eventually, humanity, and you live with it without pretense, accepting, discover the extraordinary peace. Peace of mind is not constructed, artificial, but the accompanying understanding of what is . Only in this state of tranquility you will find what you've always looked for: to live without effort.

before waking cut wood and carried water, after waking up I cut wood and carry water.

Zen Proverb

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Delightful weekend in Geneva, after yet another fool of panic on the plane, we have decided once again to reach - from London-Switzerland by car.
Sunday lunch was held with the company of her aunt in Strasbourg and a few friends in Geneva. Mutterja prepared a pranzone stratospheric, the kind that you sit down and rise again to 13 to 15. My grandson
Mimi one of the two sons of my brother, I wrote a sweet letter attached to a door-pens made with his hands. Translate to Italian phrase that shocked me the existence


Dearest aunt Nicole, I love you, I want you so much, but so much I could burst, just after the outbreak if no longer exist, so you have to find a solution that pleased us both. I've got thinking, and the solution is what do you want some 'less than much.


After reading a thing I could not bring my two grandchildren to the movies. We went to see "very bad me" in French, to the delight of Sexsax "always make me feel bad, next time we go to see the latest in Sorrentino dubbed in German."

I taught my grandchildren, that immediately after seeing a movie, talk about it, too bad, just that we speak. They came out after seeing interesting things, some considerations:

The man is ugly but it is not bad as the woman rose


The three girls are accomplices of the rabid dog, in my plans are made at night


I did not understand why the shark wants to eat and those to which we tifiamo he 's the bad


yellow ones are stupid, the one with glasses seems to Sophia my classmate when he vomits


This movie teaches us not to trust appearances, such as Monsters , co, like Nemo, such as Toy Story, as Coraline, such as Wall-e, such as The Incredibles, in short, as all the films we've seen


The bad man would kiss him at some point because I feel sorry for him, plus penalty of girls without a family, which has the mom ... and yet he is just that bad






Saturday just arrived, we immediately scan the usual part of my family. More detailed than usual because actually LittleL grew, interacts more often opens eyes (green, green ... them Leblanc is in effect) laughs, moves her mouth and emits sounds similar to words, it brrrrrrrrrr with the lips and as she does come out nice bubbles saliva, eats its own legs, able to get his whole hand into his little mouth and begins to be less-dependent mother. He prefers to stay in the arms of men, and when my brother took it, she has unsheathed a toothless smile to me that in three months, had never shown.

Saturday night we went out to dinner with my brother, accompanied by a mysterious lady, our two friends, two colleagues who are Sexsax in Nyon, a friend of Daddy and Daddy horn player who does not know in which symphony orchestra.
We stayed at the Indian restaurant ... my colon begs for mercy, in London, Stavanger and meals of the stay in Switzerland, I really stoned. Diet water in recent weeks.

But we came back late and I trussed Mutterja alarm clock that read, the kids to bed perfectly, no confusion, no signs of panic on the floor like dirty diapers and bottles around the house half full or Gucci drenched in a jar of honey. My two puppies were great, and it was well Mutterja.
"Mom, come in a chat room we do?"
"let's do it here, darling, I would not disturb Sexsax ... will be tired, will sleep"
"but I wanted to talk about cross-legged on the bed, go on your own!"
"okay, wait for me and I change up removal ..."
"no no no, forget it takes too long ... we're here. Tell me what's good?"
"eeeeh treasure, what do you want me tell you, work, always work. And you?"
"what is this polish?"
"as dear, my? Is just a little 'is a darker color ... chocolat
" but what chacolat! Is black! Can not believe it, you put the black enamel! Me to you becomes' dark! "
"Why dear, sometimes you talk like Alberto Sordi? You will not even when you're with your husband's dinner, right?"
"dinners my husband do worse, believe me ... ... let me see that ring again?"
"yes, I took in that antique shop .. you remember, that in the old town?"
"no, I do not have this. Nice though, looks like a lizard "
" but is a lizard ...."
'ring lizard and black enamel .. but you've made the emo lover? "
" you can not do serious talk with you and then What emo? "
" We were fooling around, we were not doing a serious talk ... or not? emo is ... never mind "
" here, now you offend "
" no, I'd like to see more loose. I'll see when we see very little and you're always stiff. left to hang with me. why do not we go out and go have a beer? "
" in the night? Treasury, no .. and then there are the children ... "
" .. and there is also the father of the children! Come on, let's you and me guess svizzerotti two drunk by that we do have a laugh "
" jokes always
"are very serious!"
"treasure, another time we organize ourselves better, I promise that you and I go out alone at night, but now ... I also put the pot roast marinated in wine, we have guests for lunch tomorrow, remember? "
" rocking Saturday night, eh? passed to spice up a piece of beef for pot roast ... I can bring back our chat on my blog? "
" you imagine ... .. but that blog, dear? "
" Good night, Mother "

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How hard is it to collect ideas about what has happened to me these days and write! But I try.

From Florence to London on Friday 29.

Finally we stayed in our house (I am reminded every time I see the movie "The house of our dreams"). Finally, the power company has put us light, miracle (the times are worse English than Italian, although my husband is a citizen of London. Who cares? She said the officer on the phone. Rightly, on the other.). We finally have water, smelly water English that I do not ever drink, but 've got it. Finally, the flush toilet operates without trembling over the chandelier. We finally have a shred of bed. But lacking a bidet. I do not remember if I ever wrote something about the lack of bidets in foreign lands. I'll be brief: it is a significant problem. The undersigned is forced to squeeze into the tank scraped the house of my dreams several times a day, losing precious time, but otherwise lives.
for ADSL (broadband as they call them ) and the telephone line to wait another year, I'm afraid.
The house is very pricey, reminds me of the movie "Lady and the Tramp", but honestly falls apart. Ale'mpossible is working on the renovation project for several months now, promises to make the house modern and functional without compromising on style Victorian. Boh, promises, promises, but I see something very far from achieving. Sexsax pushing for everything at once, especially the transfer of the family.
However our festive days in London have gone so exciting. Do not tell what we have done on Halloween because I was too ashamed, there are things that are respectful of both parents, or who can tell.
Instead I will say that I have a friend in London who was not well and that is finally getting better, but much better. There is hope and that was the most beautiful London parentheses.

Tuesday morning we left for Stavanger. From stars to crabs. In London because I'm fine, I enjoy it, I feel at home, the city is chaotic and inconsistent as I am, etc.. A Stavanger ammoscio me. For heaven's sake, everything civilized, but what a drag ... so I could stay in Geneva. Ok, I married and I have to be well st'uomo transfers Scandinavia.
Last night I also had to undergo a formal dinner, I have already explained in this post What are .
I knew from Florence, I would have touched st'agonia, so I had to dress stamped in advance with suitable Betty Boh bought in the shop of a friend of ours, the only store in Florence clothing that has never seen colors and still not proposed, otherwise approval is everywhere.
Dinner from which they are returning fresh (few hours have passed, insomnia, among other things) he saw me upset. We were in a round table in the company of a few pieces of shit ... ... haem bigwigs. I was close to the wife of one of the pieces. A woman in her fifties, rebuilt from head to foot, about six feet high, with the blond chignon, a necklace with white gold and diamonds that alone was worth the whole room. In short, the classic chick that kick myself in the ass just because there is dry. I spoke without looking into his eyes, he has not eaten a saw nothing (well, or puts a pound on the sides anorexic ...) and put me depression. Her work as "follows her husband." What
bitterness ... what I am doing these days. What infinite bitterness.
I almost felt bad, and I decided: I will not ever.

Sexsax told me many times that I stress to no avail, I could avoid working, I could be in London to look after the renovation of the house to raise my two young child to attend a mending of cashmere sweaters. I always sent him fuck off and he also enjoyed the fact I am, he likes that I have something of mine, all mine. But when the house is ready and I will have no excuse not to move to London, what will become of me? I will never ass Dry with the bun, I want you to know this. And I'll never one who gives French lessons in English bored, I want you to know this. I have a job that satisfies me, and I keep it, I want you to know this.
What balls these compromises .... because I got married?

Ah yes, because Sexsax is cool.

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Italians do it worse

Abstract: this post is a relief, anger, indignation (if the anger still exists, some say that 'I hold).

I broke my balls that I did not, I'm sick of seeing as an emeritus 'mbecille elected by as many retired' mbecilli, ruin an entire population in the presence of the rest of Europe. Once again, Italians go to be what it is, or perhaps what a little 'are - this paved the nano wins. With the erection of the provincial always ready, and homophobic Neanderthals to the core. The

want to say it all? The average Italian does not know to do is believe to be the epitome of the sensual world, to know all the secrets to satisfying a woman, to learn more of the icy Anglo-Saxon, the Boche drives, boastful of the Alps. In fact, the average Italian is selfish, proceeds to clichés, the woman has an idea that even in the Middle Ages had, always use the same ways, the same approaches, the same techniques. E 'predictable, monotonous, often greedy, argumentative. It's always the same gay jokes, some thirty years. Perhaps the average Italian does not know that women hate it when a man is gay jokes, because the average woman knows that the joke hides an unnecessary and vulgar display of manliness. So the average woman repels the man who makes jokes about homosexuals, but also what he boasts of the achievements, what it is sprinkled with perfume, what ever not emerge without the belt matched the shoes, what's three hours before the mirror , the one that says mom cooks good, what's a woman for ten years but betrays her twice a month (and then maybe if the bride as well) ... all Italian defects.

I'm generalizing? Yes, I'm doing and I accept the responsibility, because at this moment I do not have it with that pig of Mr. B, now I have it with the Italians for men who have decided that I'm representing them pork . Well if you take that tight, I look over in the meantime.

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LIVE WITHOUT EFFORT - PART EIGHT

With the pleasure of living life is an adventure.

No pleasure is a fight for survival.

Alexander Lowen

We wrote that the effort there until you try to escape loneliness, emptiness, the sense of failure and inadequacy. The sense of abandonment and incompleteness. The more you try to escape most realize the prophecy of the "struggle to live," the useless attempt to "exist", to be there. Life is full of effort, effort, efforts are in fact just that ... efforts. E 'shield against the emptiness of life, to keep up, if your arm gets tired and the blade hits the gap reappears.

But let's say that you stop to observe the loneliness, the shield and be struck down, accepting "what is", without avoiding, which overcomes the fear entering the reality of things, coming out while the "representation" that the mind does it. What happens then?

What happens is that the fight is over. You're creating the state of being alone.

When you understand "what is" (empty, inadequate internal and external), when you live with this shortcoming, and understand, here fulfill the creative reality, the creative intelligence which alone brings happiness.

And find out what "action", as we know it is not really action: it is reaction. We believe that we act, but we're just reacting to our fear, the sense of insecurity, inadequacy, loneliness, the sense of loss and emptiness, of incompletion. Are we not in fact lead to the games, we are conducted. We believe we are the protagonists of our lives and our choices, but we're just reacting to the incessant denial, mad, of "what is", with the struggle to transform it into "what is not." And 'trying to avoid, deny reality.

But when you walk in the awareness of emptiness without alternatives that accompanies your life, any life, without order or warrant, then, in understanding what it is, here is the action, and that action is being creative.

E being creative is a wonderful builder, able to really build a life of joy and success, not by stress, but by applying themselves to the reality that there surroundings. That is, does not need to search for materials outside of himself to be happy, creative person is flourishing outside of the materials themselves already living inside them and turns them into reality.

We do not live but never hope to live, and always prepared to be happy, it is inevitable that we are never such.

Blaise Pascal

How to achieve this state of understanding, awareness, life without effort?

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