Before presenting the following three posts I want to say two words for other members who joined in September by the community of Via Salaria and the credits of this summer I did not mention.
start with Francesca, a great friend with whom I have come now in harmony and with whom I share many of my sorrows and joys. It has an unusual patience. I'm happy because it has found a special person who can make you very happy.
I feel like I spend even a few words to Nicholas. I've known him a few months but it seems a lifetime. We had no difficulty entering immediately in confidence. And 'one of those people we can trust blindly.
Thanks also to Eleanor, and very sunny girl with really excellent organizational skills. She also now has amalgamated with all of us.
We come to what you'll find in the next three posts.
The first is a contribution of one of my best friends: Marco, better known as Marconi. I'm glad I hosted in my blog. This is a chant that I think makes it very very well the scenes of our daily life to Via Salaria.
The second post is my hand "ballad" on a pseudo had with Cristina. Those who know me well know who she is. We talk of love but in a playful. Who frequents this blog knows that I try to lighten up a bit 'tone. If more forms are difficult or propose reflections series you fall asleep on your PC. Or would you think: "A Penny, but made na laugh." Or how about: "Aho to Mark, I need the painkillers before reading your blog." But the thing that I never want to lose the content. The form can also be playful, but not the content. Well I always try to communicate something regardless of tone.
Finally, the third post. If the discussion devoted to that Cristina is mad about a made love, passionate, real, we are talking about an idealized love, her strength, fears it causes. A love more stilnovistico. A love not given by the attraction of a physical, but something inexplicable, even too good to be lived. Just as it is inexplicable that it is so difficult to say "I love you" to a person.
After these three posts, the curtain will close, but only at the end of another act. That there are or not applause my bow there will never ever denied.
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