How Do You Turn Yourself Into A Wolf

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FLOWERS OF NOTHING

seemed angry.
Angry and confused.
Perhaps torn between what they saw and what they thought they saw.

I watched my parents for the first time.

Doubt, always the same.
That you doubt that the silent tears with ease of a scalpel.

I can see it in the furrows of his forehead, pulled in the face of the lips, in their eyes.
I held tight fists, his eyes still rely on me.

Some gestures go beyond the intention, the words do not always manage the same.
I, I was not able to do is issue a whimper.
For me, the outside world was still out of reach.

"Chromosomes are tiny animals that fit together to create coordinated, muscles and skin sensations," but the soul no, do not touch that, it is not their business.

I was almost resigned to being different, Down's syndrome was their verdict.
And to think that at first I had mistaken for my name!

I was born and my perception detachment allows me to manage my stuff.
not want me to believe that I have a regression in brain?
They are raving for the event?
Do they want to convince myself that I am incapable of thinking?

I'm but a mere child.
Yet every day I check, I study and with rounds of words without meaning attempt to plagiarize.

They say I'm sick, but I do not believe all these lies.
are considered experts in a field that will always be inaccessible to them.
They, who cared so much to be called doctors.

delude themselves to find a logical and scientific explanation, even in cases where it is clear that n'esiste not one, but I will not be fooled, even though I was locked up in here, among these four white and sad walls.

Some are number 25, to the bed, others are small K, the doctors are Kim.
They can not scare me and convince me that they are abnormal.
I have reached the maximum acuity of the senses, for love is stronger than anything.

They know only hear the voices of those who are physically present with his body and unable to break down the barriers of reality, as they know I do.

I know that my mother is sad since I have taken away.

you suffer and miss, watching me with curiosity and affection has no answers for me, but at least she tries not to disappoint me and I like it when it does, because every time gives me a pat and I say " silent silence of those who have much to say .... "

sometimes stops to listen to my eyes and shook me, I challenge hard-nosed and with a smile.

want me to do alone.
I get angry and I think I do not understand what this thing costs.
I know how to explain this.

I try to summarize some mechanisms.
understands them.
The problem is not something that makes them work.

Eventually the mother knows that I tried and I always caress his head, his hands betray her soul.

Every thought, every feeling, comes from one source: my brain.
It 's my brain to contain the soul.

soul like all the energy it needs to expand, I do not think that just because the have not talk very well.

Mine is truly unique.
The innate sensitivity and detail has allowed me to understand.

Free my spirit, allowing light to hover in the sky, to climb higher and higher.
The innocence and purity are combined together to form a light

Everyone has a treasure, a thought, experiences give me, this will allow me to be as I have always wanted.
But my metamorphosis is not complete yet, I still have many veils offset.
E 'tiring, but I try.
Although sometimes you lose hope, even hope.
Or is this too crazy?

We need to understand the intention "within us."
We islands that prevents the world, no flowers.

Sometimes I am convinced that with you outside and inside of us all is not lost yet.
Someone still believes in it.

"Now attention lend me baby ... do not be afraid for my mother, I explained everything and knew exactly what to do.
'll see that everything will be a treat."

Giulia

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LEGENDS

The tradition has a universal appeal.
legends, fairy tales, the stories passed down orally have always been able to live through word of mouth for hundreds of years.

We have provided access to the ancient human experience.

In the world of now, most of the content of people's consciousness has been transformed.

Bend on computer or in front of the TV can receive information and electronic pulses that have a second life.

now more than ever we need books, stories and especially stories that relate to our cultural identity, such as fairy tales and legends.

not just for kids.

We left the children with a baby living inside of us and we have to live with him.

Those who have always protected, adults are usually stronger.

The legends are stories populated by fantastic creatures, historical characters, from humble people, from animals, devils, by saints, from ghosts and goblins, witches and fairies.

Legends in particular are able to reconstruct a tissue linked to the fantastic elements of a place, have to strike the imagination, have a mysterious element to the base, sink their roots to the core of a people and revive the origins, events and customs.

born where the natural environment is more austere, where the horizon poses challenges to survival.

In the legends we hear much of challenge between good and evil, between good spirits and the spirits of hell and the popular imagination over the centuries has been satisfied.

It 'easy to let slip the fantasy ...

"along a course water in a deep hole hidden by the foliage of the trees, the fairies inhabiting river.

Nobody has ever seen, they are so small and fast, but everyone knows they are there.

crouch under bridges at night, spying on those approaching through the thick bushes, screaming and whistling like the wind before a storm.

a time when people came to swim near the hole, heard the giggles behind him and once had the feeling that a frog had dived into the water were the elves. "

More ...

"It happened one day, a large stone was cut by a sharp rock of a mountain and fell into the river causing foam and creating a barrier to prevent water continue.

All around was flooded and created a vast lake.

came to lick the entrance to a cave on the mountainside, hidden by thick jungle and inaccessible.

According to legend, the first sunrise of each solstice, when the light takes on a deep blue, smoky, earth, leaves, tree trunks and rocks scattered seem to give off an intense aroma and pungent, is the moment when the fairies overlook the shimmering lake, playing and lilies jasmine and singing by heart the magic formula engraved on the highest of the cliff. "

me is natural, it helps me to live and look with new eyes the world.

Giulia