Denise Milani In Nylons

FLY ME TO THE MOON *

Now the track is a dark expanse
except for the lights that are lost as the plane
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is to take off, leave me breathless,

me that every time the gap is forever ...

I looked in the dark without falling into cynicism, I have managed to maintain a sort of human integrity and naturally, my survival instinct was stronger, now I do not believe that hell can quantify, but I know what to say when I try to communicate and sometimes I wonder if the pictures that I put on film, do not transmit a fraction of the horror of those imprinted in my mind, I now know that innocent people do not look at you a second time.
I've been through something really terrible when I felt a moral obligation to respond, is there a rape that is not terrible to live or to see?
There is no difference between what your body and that of the heart, the external symptoms are not always obvious and present, but internal damage is rapid and most severe form.
It 'still hard to believe, you feel an animal and kindness not even find a vein in which pulse, you only think before they bite vice, the world is full of people with strange appetites, with a particular view of life or death, but nobody knows where he is going.
Maybe I have ambitions of justice now, but my eyes can still see, deception is an art that it consumes.
When I think back to the past, I can easily see life as an escape, all my efforts to communicate, to belong to something, all desperately trying to ransom, but delusions are our most valuable asset and the road leads to them is a lonesome road.

IN THE WIND

Only the black of night at high altitude,

my wings are made of metal,

my body loosens,

me forward in itself,

its thrill ...

E 'changed everything at breakneck speed, with an incredible violence and vitality.

I do not know if I was kidnapped at the beginning of time in front of a maze, but I know that some mornings I feel deep inside me a wave that defies control, which can not be overlooked.

He stands as the wind running over the fields, to try to climb into the clouds and then fall into tears and rain, but without anything that really reaches the ground.

Each fruit emerges from its bud, so the tear in his left eye, rain and dust cloud in its good in the pocket of the dead.

I look at old photos, but I do not know the way and I lock myself in a great thrill, an abundance of winter, before the ruins of a silence.

Only sparrows believe they give birth to the sun with their song and shrubs to grow full wings because you settle the finches.

Night is a fungus that grows inside me like a dark,

I feel skin and water, a destination field, a thread from a distance,

hand squeezes the cloth of her skirt,

nails refuse to come in the flesh,

but the pain does not sew ...

I'm cold, I still want to intact, living in ever and always, where ' soul suffers some guilt in a remote area of \u200b\u200bshade, where there is no boundary between terror and madness.

My voice is as thin as the memories of childhood dolls untrimmed; rest in their memory.

Maybe we need to grab her, hold her life, even under the shelter of despair or at the bottom of the world where you have dug the heart, where there's less light, from the shore as the purple twilight, but this is the my sky, my crumble, wane, it is immense and everything belongs to me.

Giulia

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Happy Easter

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you remember the Easter greeting, those that lie forgotten in drawers in the room, in the compartment of the services good?

Pastel colors, soft and bright, like chicks and bunnies that hop on green fields, sheep and lambs that run, Easter eggs that blend between the real eggs with herbs, blue skies and light arms, a shy little cloud hovering on the horizon, between almond and peach trees in bloom, the air becomes warmer still cool to just look at them.

Easter is like the spring that is renewed, some families continue to lead the children in the country, so that they may see the nature, the real things.

The hen house stinks, but it is interesting to see over the fence forward a cock "chest high" looks at you with an air of superiority, as head of a family, then going on to assess other components, go see other people , people of the country, down the steps of the pass, but he did not pay attention, the chickens are gathered behind him, the more, the ducklings, much more beautiful chicks, chasing his own mother, and the dog some turkey wheel read more to do his job, including a tail wagging and barking.

In the kitchen knife in her hands, Mrs. Ada sized rabbit, cursing the bad luck because they can not divide, but when you buy postcards to send to grandchildren to admire the delicate colors, the 'harmony of life.

Very few of us can walk in a yard, but you can not have everything!

I wish you all a busy Easter of hope, peace and solidarity.

Giulia

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I read the interview on the site of the Republic to Luca Cordero di Montezemolo, and I recommend everyone read. Fully grasp the point, in my opinion, what is the Italian situation: do not you progress to merit in any field without the help of the "godfather" of the moment. It can work, and engage themselves in four but if there's someone at the top that lays eyes on us peons difficlmente you get the recognition we deserve.

are also pleased that the president of Ferrari (Fiat seems simplistic, cheers to the Red!) Highlighting the Italian provincialism of appropriating other people's victories, saying that this chatter continued to give to Obama your side or your party puts a bit 'of depression . No one should
afford to stand as a defender or Italian rival of Obama because there are no prerequisites for such a rise in Italy. When meritocracy is also coming from us, starting with universities and public service, then maybe one day our nation will have its Barack.
Until then, for someone like me, admire the president-elect of the United States and has been plagued by the force of his ideas, we can only work in that direction.

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CONGRATULATIONS, MR. PRESIDENT!

I made a bat election, sleeping in installments, to follow the trend of the results of the American elections. In contact via msn with some friends and crazy fans like me, I tremble awaiting only final results, calculating how many delegates McCain won over Obama in Georgia or in the fateful and crucial Ohio.

In the morning I was happy. Happy that he won not so much a Democrat as a candidate who represents a clean break with the past, brings a breath of freshness and rejuvenation, who may have some intrinsic value of inexperience (who was born "learned" raise your hand) but that will no doubt be invoked. Barack Obama has clear ideas, foresight and determination and above all is a man who sees in the nation, which since January 20, 2009 will be officially a cohesive community. Significantly, in the victory speech he said "We've never been a collection of all individuals, there are no red states and blue states, and we'll be forever the United States of America" \u200b\u200b to stress this common vision. Maybe

hear our politicians talk like that and especially by the Italians feel this same spirit of cohesion. This is one of the things that I envy the Americans: the principle of right or wrong , it's my country, which is not nationalism but proud to be a great nation, for better or for worse.

here that I can not agree with my friend Andrea, to whom I borrow a quote from his blog : "A young man [...] a hope for the United States and why not, even for us of the Old Continent. I am convinced that even among our young people there is someone who possesses the determination and the characteristics to be the new leaders of our country: a country that needs new ideas that look beyond the ideological differences are part of a century by eight years we have left behind. Our country needs to recover the ' unity of purpose, to create a shared memory and leave it to history what is history. "

The problem is to leave space for these young people in politics, since there was tangentopolies there was no longer the generational change that both parties deprecated the first republic, DC and PCI in mind, however, guaranteed. The gerontocracy existing at various levels, with that wealth of experience that you must treasure, alone can not carry out innovative projects, if not supported by fresh forces and dynamics in both Italy needs.

If the election of Obama may be to capture the leaders of most of our country (the country is a term I've never liked) to give opportunities to young people in politics - horrified at those spots candiature the last elections of some girls (who knows why only members of the fairer sex then) arrived in parliament without having even made its way up in a city council - will be a first step towards the construction of an Italy different.

close this excursus back to the 44th U.S. president in 2006, after the elections to the Senate in Washington, I spoke with my friend Andrea, the young senator of color that had been so successful among voters. We were charmed by his manner and his ideas by watching some videos on Youtube. As a joke but with some hope, we thought it was nice that one day this man Barack Obama, the story so unique and very American, entered the White House. Today, that day has arrived.

GOOD WORK, PRESIDENT