Enza: Discover
" Vitangelo Moscarda That is the story of a growing awareness gradually formed. The knowledge that man is not one, and that reality is not objective. The protagonist moves from one considered for all ( One ) to conceive that he is nothing, ( None ), rising awareness of himself that the individual takes in his relationship with others ( hundred thousand ) .
Me: Mom you know I made a blog.
Mom: A what?
Me: A blog! A page where he and two friends we write of our experiences, we exchange ideas and talk about what goes there. Go aunt who makes you see ... ok? hello to tomorrow night!
Mom: Last night we saw the computer (where was it first? Hidden?) And I read what you wrote. Mah!
Me: In that sense, you do not like?
Mom: No, but ... I do not ... because writing things so personal?
Me: Maybe because I am good ... maybe because they are so personal!
Mom: But are not you ashamed a bit '?
Yes, but I think that we should not "ashamed" of a little ashamed. I want to be a bit 'different from what you taught me, I want to cry if I'm sad, I want to prove to people I love, my weaknesses.
Remember, when as a child my father told me that I was wondering if things crying I would never obtained?
Do you remember how angry when growing challenge him with his eyes, never shed a tear?
Do you remember when he stopped to tell me what I should and should not have to do?
I wonder if Dad would be equally proud of me if sometimes the tears I've signed me in the face.
The blog is a challenge. Out of myself so that I could accept.
accept that listen to others is not a gift that belongs to me. Accept that maybe they really un'egocentrica selfish and worse as some people say.
'm talkative, I speak without taking breath, as if afraid that at some point my partner might get distracted.
I always need to explain, as if to apologize for what I feel, as if seeking legitimacy to my health or my happiness.
I can accept that I have a fear of flying without shocking how many are surprised by my "change."
You taught me to be strict with myself, to be proud and you wanted to see me only the strong, that without memories of the worst days.
But sooner or later you come to terms with everything and then I want the freedom to understand who they are.
I am the daughter who has accepted or rigid education that has made its way without any problems?
have a little sister 'pimp and confusing or that it would give my life for you?
I am the niece, cousin exuberant, affectionate and adventurous or those with a smile for everyone and so on?
are sunny and nice woman or standoffish and prickly?
I'm the best friend or what to avoid?
are his wife were looking for or that you never wanted to meet?
's why I decided to take a trip in my life, into my world and that of others, to address what I am and what I wanted to be, to cry those tears I have often kept inside, to learn not to be ashamed of my weakness, to show the "other face" to accept that an "alien life".
Yes, Mom I'm ashamed because discover is sometimes painful but cathartic, and if someone does not like to say .... So if you think it is.
Cristina: Sometimes I cry
Sometimes I cry
I feel a great need!
Sometimes I cry
to wash the mud
of anger and resentment
the unknown and yet my heart.
Sometimes I cry
desperate but remain anchored to
a thought that makes me the black heart.
Sometimes I cry
and dig up the past,
hopeless
the wound remains open.
Sometimes I cry
and consequently turn off
any glimmer on
of a future not spent.
Sometimes I cry
then have available for the care
dear this neglected
loved the warmth of a smile.
Sometimes I cry
but for the rest of the time I smile and live!
When everything seems huge, insurmountable, which crushes us and make us useless, do not turn away his eyes from those who are close to us every day in our lives and our reality and helps us, if not solve, at least to scale and to make lighter our problems anywhere in the world we find ourselves.
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