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Milan

little example: I write this post because many people, lately, are asking me how I am in the fashion capital.

Milan is a city of strange rhythms.

Milan beautiful, in my opinion.

is a busy city, gray, noisy. People tend to not look at you when you move: do not care who you are. You're just one of many in the crowd, nothing more. You are always on the run from morning to evening. And time can flow faster than your biological rhythm, anyway.

It's behind you at the time.

It's a constant race of the two, you or him, is faster. But it is a lost race.

So you might as well resign at the start, and continue to live without too nervous. Because this is the fundamental problem: the people here are nervous. But it is normal: Milan is a city hard. If you are not suitable if you do not have the armor right: She crushes you in less than five minutes.

is a military camp, Milan.

In reality, however, there it can spread on him. It is not that difficult if you are good to look beyond.

is a really beautiful city. Full of beautiful things and beautiful people. Full of stimuli, of lights, colorful things. But you have to grasp them, because here there is no appearance: there is substance. There is truth.

There is nothing gentle in his nature cold and mechanical, nothing. There is nothing funny, there is only honesty in Milan. It is an unpretentious town that basically worked. Has its own rules as any reality. Overall, I find it really nice and rewarding to live here, but certainly not easy.

So, in conclusion: Milan is just one of many realities, but if you do not have character, I do not recommend taking this route.

Milano is made for people who really want to do.

Ps this is my first blog post on the thirtieth then I open and close shortly thereafter. We'll see how we stand on this page. Adieu!

Touching Breast Of Your Teacher

I think back to high school, philosophy, even if poorly designed (for the teacher's fault, not mine, eh, I liked) and Kierkegaard, who was one of the first to speak in philosophical terms of this terrible feeling.

The feeling of anxiety than the fear 'cause the man perceived as catastrophic, he takes us, when you are in front of a choice.
Knowing that I have free will, knowing that they are totally free to choose, taking responsibility 'of ourselves we have the knowledge that a good choice as it seems it also means millions of negative choices.

Every choice made by an area of \u200b\u200binner cleansing, any decision taken by listening our most 'true-our essence-e' simple.
And the pain (pain if you can 'speak) the resulting benefit, and' "just and bearable" for everyone involved.
The consequence of my choices, and 'I lost. I find traces of me that do not lead to any recognizable place. I'm exhausted. It seemed to "lose" today, but 'I have chosen, you know? Losing the memories
words the holds.
see them get out of his mouth, to see them go away angry, the words raped. Impoverished abused. Besieged depraved.


Sometimes I wonder if all of me that I have given up everything for me if I left, lost, unloved, and sometimes losing a find. Lost, despised, chewed, vomited or thrown, there was a reason.
A plausible, acceptable, fine or no reason.
No true, no expendable or real.
Knew scrape away the hardest memories. The fundamental memories, the problem would be solved, but it is not. It remains a thought. A shimmering.


ps.
I'll stop now, eh, which are pesanteeee!

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Doubts

"I want to stay in the deepest part of the house
where silence is the same as always, where is stronger
leaving the memory, the stronger the wind gets up, and rowing
olive, anger for the garden uncultivated.
To return to find out how we are made
but it takes time to make my touching you is not a new
farewell is necessary that there be no sea, I never left "

Antonio Bassano 2009