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Balance


She was soaring among the clouds and thoughts, seeking a balance that almost never failed to provide security and stability. So moved
every step with the patience of the parent and the parsimony of the landowner. ... Slowly, his every muscle contraction that would have elaborated the movement towards the goal or towards the abyss.
He could not help but also because of the danger recognize him as such. So it was normal for her to walk in balance, between the heights of heaven, dribbling the sighs of the people who have held their breath in order to avoid the blast, possible difficulties that could compromise the path.
his strange destiny: to remain so high to vibrate, transmitting the wave to the rope to balance the swing from the rope itself. That excitement spread throughout his body stiffening whiskers and freezing the meat dripped blood from the heart with a controlled pace.
had left the bar because his fingers were free to move. Fondling each gust of wind, measured force and intensity. With them, hang on invisible to a handrail grasped firmly and continue to get support on the free cable uncertain the unpredictable.
Often his thoughts had left her alone to face the path of life, step by step, she said to herself that the reason does not exist and that the truth behind ... .. a thread! And to those who were shouting against the questions to ask her how she remain poised lady replied white balance "..!!" wrong ... so smile to everybody even if some do not always understand that boundary to distinguish a narrow path from imperfect another absolutely perfect.
people contemplating the miracle of not falling: But remain stable hidden pitfalls ... the burden of increased expectations of centimeter, and arrived at a point of great confusion .. as the crowd shared his thoughts in those who wished to see it saved and those less frequent, in assisting his curious dash.
always win the first. She was divine, with the form so slender, graceful and elegant, sinuous and provocative. Revolved gestures and words in a strange orchestration that moved the feelings that consciousness.
He never looked down to check the distance between the soles of his feet and the ground. Not to fear, but for the simple reason that her instincts did not perceive or dizziness abyss he felt a solution of continuity between his body and everything around her and this feeling was to deliver it to his feet.
The toe had taken a particular conformation to harpoon nearly as possible to wrap the cord and allow greater stability. His eyes focused on that thread motorway which contributes to a direction, a precise trajectory.
She needed to do the balancing act to find that part never been born, raised or owned by his way of being unbalanced. So he forced himself to challenge the precipice and the court.
In that walk over the top find a direction, a method, a way of life that accompanied it down later, in everyday life. One day he fell
...! A distraction
cost her the record. It was the first time ... the only one! It would never happen again because of his being he could not grant a similar error. He looked around and found attention. Everyone had stopped their run to observe a phenomenon in which they were accustomed. None wanted to comment on and amplify the fact.
So she got up ...! Conscious of not being able to challenge the balance without awareness. It began again.
said "Balance is the certainty surrounding the vacuum ... is knowing that he could not fill it all!" This went on his way on that one way he knew. The wire stretched between two pillars: the first and forever. The chaos and perfection. The rational and the fantastic. Inside the maze remained for ever in balance.

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Freedom of Thought

Heat decided at once, to dissolve in a drop of liquid pearls.
a moment and was raining from the sky drops in thousands of virtuous, he decided to flush everything and everyone. In beaten, blind to the obstacles, change of a sea rich and invisible light that floods.
Immediately I felt we would come before the other ... I, so tiny, just like many other .. Yet, in my opinion, increased the strength that comes from fear, I plunged down into the depths of the universe without the possibility back, without regrets or memories. And before the day had opened its arms to the sun I would have mixed with other and unknown land.
was the plot has always written for myself, for the round transparent and glossy.
speed increased by increasing the certainty of this was to resign and end the race. Down and down .... Unexpected
... pause ....
One obstacle, unexpectedly, he stopped drawing a blank border early, a network, a bank. I leaned swinging in the uncertainty of fate: the movement slowed nearly to a halt, in the balance. I held my breath, eyes closed, lest we succumb to vertigo and then slowly I felt her belly swell and slopes. Small tears
announced the arrival of my sisters, late, second to my birthright. I felt the body overblown and the tension increased fragility. "I'm not made to stand still - I thought - my nature has a dream of perpetual motion. Just not now, no. "
At that moment I should not generate shrapnel round, losing in the villages of myself. So I pushed her away down the wire. What choice reckless speed up the dip. Each part was my partner happy!
The invisible boundary between the balance and tells the brink of courage, dream, or simply crazy .... So went back to racing. And it is sweet to let go ...

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Magdalena and PAUL

Magdalene gazed on the toilet of the eighteenth century and the mirror reflected a restless life, punctuated by a sharp sadness. Magdalene read on his face each passing year, every single second that had contributed to the accumulation of all that time from the day when she came out of his mother. He felt better but still could not own more bitter than when the charm, the summer, after school, toured the country dressed in a light cloth and colored and made to turn all men who were to meet up with the his stride by a gazelle. He looked like a century ago. Yet the schedule told with only two five-year leap in the midst of the worst that history would remember.
Magdalene says he is not superstitious, but never crosses the sight of a black cat, did not pass under the stairs and left the house on Friday if the 17 and got married on the same box on the calendar ... He had his ideas, his beliefs built up, piece by piece, with the bricks and the experience of disappointment. So he patented a asfittico attitude towards life to stay idle and do not expose themselves to decisions or comparisons. The patrol
oval face was cut from the entry in Paul's room. Tall, lean, well-kept hair that revealed the first Signs of a balding, yet well hidden on the ability nell'acconciarsi. Paul had become expressionless for too long ... .. In truth, it had always been very talkative, fond of reading and music. He hated the pictures on TV, "false and hallucinatory" called them with disdain. He loved, however, photography had become an expert in fine and careful work in the rare moments of pause. Of his photographs, black and white, loved the quiet, dark, gray, muffled and unobtrusive. Helped him to remain detached from reality, the newspaper at the door of his mind trying to shake, to revive.
Paul was an athlete and incredible after what seemed a simple observation of his body. We had to miss the time to dwell on the definition of the biceps, shoulder rounded look that accompanied it since the neck is still swollen and devoid of wrinkles. The legs then no longer had the energy of youth but had thighs stretched, sodas and a little twins' vented but still robust and darting. Paul competed in swimming, 200 and 400 meters butterfly was his favorite dishes "... because the real pain you feel when you combine strength and speed," he told the students that approach to this discipline.
Paul then had no idea at all what was the real pain. Paul
entrance to the room seemed to shrink and become small. A feeling more than a determination, as if the presence of both is no longer tolerated by the geometry of the walls and ceiling. Not this time ....
Paul and Magdalene were married for love - so tell all - for that strange feeling that his legs trembled, his voice softened and moistened eyes that suggests anything other than the beloved. They knew to be a perfect match ... so they thought and they were convinced that their love would not be tarnished by anything or anyone ... ever.
They had met in high school. He is the champion, her model student. Paul for the laurels of triumph and weather records. Magdalene would become a luminary of a university and perhaps ... who knows what honor. That love had accompanied them throughout their youth and adult life in the spring, with cameos counterpoint every moment of wonder and sweetness. Paul, of the two, was the most romantic. Never missed an opportunity to show everyone the love that woman.
Once, in summer, after years of engagement, he wanted to leave as a surprise to reach the mountains. He decided that the train would have been the faithful steed that can lead to the goal. He was never left alone. Before the arrival had to wait to get a coincidence that would come shortly thereafter. In the forced break up is frantically walked down the platform looking forward to the meeting, so it was that he found himself hitting a guy - excuse me - he said - does nothing, you know what time it is - said another. Paul will put his luggage in order to turn your wrist to check his watch. She felt pushed again, this time forward. Did not have time to maintain balance and sometimes to ask for explanation that he saw two men away from him, running. One of them was the lord of the information. Instinctively he looked to the ground in search of the suitcase missing. Then, his hand ran to the back pocket of his trousers driven by anxiety to find the purse thousandths ... second ... nothing!
The cold and despair took possession of the conscience of Paul kneeling.
During this time the train arrived at the dock waiting to be taken, he stopped leaving the air and leave a shrill whistle and sharp. Paul remained stationary for an indefinite time on the ground.
When he decided to start to think to choose what he would do, his mind racing to Magdalene, his love. Everything seemed back to normal. That thought immediately canceled the unfortunate episode of which was the protagonist. It had to be transported. The coincidence
next to the village where he was Magdalene was leaving the next day. He could not wait. 30 km. 30,000 meters. He made an account of imagining being able to walk very fast at a rate of 60 steps per minute. His legs are lean and athletic would open a compass of about 1 meter at a time. So 3600 steps per hour. He needed more than 8 hours in view of some short stop would become at least nine .... Uhh! Paul let slip from his lips in a whisper of wonder for the company and for the lucidity with which it was screened throughout the operation.
double check the clock. The steeple of the church next to the station did chime eleven beats. Would come to dinner .... Would come ...?!
... Paul arrived in time for dinner tastier, happy, and extraordinary he had ever attended. He ate the bread flour with ground black stone, as it once was. He drank goat's milk, a slice of cheese and fragrant.
Magdalene was silent all evening kidnapped by emotion felt for that surprise. After dinner clear the table, put away dishes and glasses in a small kitchen sink and sat down in front of Paul, in silence. Interminable silence. Magdalene Paul stared for a long time but very romantic. Redesigned every section of the outline of her face veiled by fatigue for the enterprise failed. Cleared his view on the beard, went up on time to dwell on a climbing on ringlet the right side of the head of his love. He stared for a moment the inside of the pupils in an attempt to reach deep into the heart, even deeper than what you could imagine, but within that tired body trembling with passion for her.
Then he got up, looked up at the sky as if to question him, went up to Paul and placed a soft kiss on his lips. Hot and humid with a kiss, sweet as the tufts of icing sugar bought at the carnival, however, as the salty mouthfuls of sea water, which apparently quench the castaway sentenced immediately after the dehydration.
Magdalene was upon him wrapped in an aura of innocence and sensuality disruptive. Emanated a sharp scent reminiscent of the freshness of spring breeze. Now Paul's face wrapped with the waves of that ocean of hair that often mingled with his fingers.
"If we want to get married this summer ..." Paul said in a whisper that in the meantime he looked dumbfounded, speechless, mesmerized by the witch movements.
were married, but not the summer but the subsequent planned because there were so many things to do and decide Magdalene and wanted everything to be perfect.
The room had told them of a time when the perfection of their love was the envy of the world. In which the timing of the gestures, the completeness of embraces, the fullness of enjoyment confirmed the bodies had been the union of each of these complementary half.
Not so now! In the room the time had stopped, motionless. It had stopped to tell, devoid of all reason and imagination.
Paul first tried a pair of pajamas that same comfortable and warm. Madgalene the other continued with impunity to carry out the rituals relating to personal grooming .. They shared the space no longer the time or emotions. The barriers raised were used to separate even more than that to abort any attempt of gestation emotional. The icy silence was room for a mental sterility, sentimental.
put out the light without saying anything, each won the favorite place to hang consciousness to be driven by fatigue and falling prey to a deep sleep and once again restless. The dense darkness spread inside the room and covered everything, even silence. He remained only a small space on settimanile the foot of the bed, free from this strange phenomenon of generalized narcolepsy. Over the last drawer a small LED light sent a ray of light on a color image. Many colors
stained photo paper defining a contour family. A template would be sensed at a distance, because the prevalence of pastel colors, separated and distinguished by a human figure outline indefinable. A girl with soft curls on the sides of an elongated oval delicate con occhi di cerbiatta, gote rosate leggermente paffute, naso sottile eretto su di una boccuccia distesa, chiusa. Un abitino di chiffon con stampati dei fiori trasparenti le copriva il torace lasciando libere le spalle arrotondate e le braccia sottili.
Gli occhi arrivavano per ultimi nell’osservazione analitica della foto. Perché quegli occhi, scuri, grandi, certamente lanciavano un duplice messaggio passando da una tenerezza disarmante ad una malinconia altrettanto inquietante.
La foto era retta da una cornice sobria, neutra e non raccontava compleanni oppure occasioni particolari. Mostrava una normalità anonima, un attimo rubato alla stessa vita, congelato…. Ma quegli occhi chiedevano attenzione…!
Il tempo, durante the night, walking a half-speed for those who come to stay awake without being overwhelmed by the anxiety of the light. Unlike those who were forced to give way to the lure of Morpheus, then halved minute encounter, prey even gone the race toward the dawn of the new day.
I breathe in the room there were at irregular intervals but with an alternative that regulated the inspirations with the ejection of air accelerated the spiral of the turbinates. Magdalene, and Paul remained with his back facing the square in half on a double mattress sharply divided by centimeters interposed between the bodies and that the same, kept unconsciously creating a large space and defined.
The night started as usual monotonous dawn epilogue would have suggested a hypothesis for change unrealistic and unfounded.
Suddenly Paul breathed harder, a cough shrugged off the bed to the body by placing a standing position. Paul was now awake and kept his eyes fixed forward on settimanile, on the picture ....
Meanwhile, the noise had disturbed the sleep of Magdalene that stretched one arm in the bed going to lean on the side of Paul. "Sorry ..." mumbled the rate of those who still remain in slumber, recalling his arm swiftly to other shores, conscious that he had not dared to something more accepted or legitimated by the situation better.
Paul seemed unaware of what's happening around the observation made spasmodic framed image. Magdalene also followed the man's gaze up to rest on the photo. Stand still, hypnotics, marble chair in that position that made them incapable of great freedom. The gloom spread immediately coming out of the doe-eyed girl in the photo and infecting the two sleepwalkers revived. As if a force, a third desire, a demand shifts from silent to their conscience, the heart, but not by coercion or arrogance but with all the sweetness and love possible.
was then, for first time in a long time, the two minds found themselves in harmony. Synchronicity of thought, an emotional match. The printed image in the picture materialized in the memories of both and did review a trailer that told of a happy family, a couple in love with himself and the fruit of that love. As if two tracks, eventually return to travel in pairs, aiming at the same direction at the same ultimate goal.
Each felt for a moment, the sound of the voice of the girl who called them and smile ... Try to remember the name, almost erased from the agony of absence. It turned out a strangled cry, a gasp, a cruel past and vomiting
murderess ... "Love ..."
was the name that gave them their daughter ... ... unique!
The blood began to boil pumped from the heart of everyone crazy. And it was as if it was going from one body to another by shortening the gap created in all that time. It was clear the feeling of touch, heat, and the distrust that began to melt and the space is reclaimed content. Turned his eyes at the same time, so much alike that they can not say anything and was amazed that immediacy. Crossed eyes and shimmering salt iris, they recognized the missing half that, once recognized, was left behind silent for too long. A veil of modesty
slid his eyes Paul's long neck since Magdalene to the sides and slip through the disheveled bedclothes as the curls of her. Magdalene laid eyes on the picture again. He sent down invisible
An hourglass sand and patience along the small hole that leads to the future. Paul looked MEETING Magdalene's eyes on those of the girl in the picture. It was no goal but a starting point. Magdalene's fingers slid faster on silk sheets to reach the hand of Paul. Touched those nail slightly rough hands of workers and not dedicated to the care. Sighed Magdalene, Paul contracted the muscles of the left cheek in a shy hint of a smile.
fingers intertwined as branches expertly guided in the construction del nido e da quell’incrocio sprigionò una forza di novità, una fiamma di risveglio. Bisognava dar legna, non permettere che quel fuoco potesse rimanere prigioniero della cenere dei ricordi.Intanto l’alba annunciava un nuovo giorno ed il futuro disegnava una rinnovata storia.

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Why a blog .. .?!

...per dare voce a quella parte di me che rimane indietro, che non si mostra se non di sfuggita, in silenzio...
Ecco il perché del titolo. Vorrei poter dare voce a quel silenzio interiore, rumoroso, che dialoga con se stesso e con l'universo; che sa cogliere l'implicito ed il non detto. Un silenzio che use new vocabulary, new concepts, and that tickles the emotions to generate coarse but not a laugh a smile.
I would like this blog could be a meeting place between the mind and heart. A place to feel good when it rains or when the life of the storm agitates the mind.
why I write.