Heartburn And Hurt Murmurs

who drinks only water, has something to hide.

Catania March 31, 2010

"Hey hello! Oh how time no see! How are you?

"Well, well ... and you?"

"Everything ok"

"I do not have much time now, but let us feel ... maybe we take a coffee together."

How many times have you go out and meet a friend, maybe someone you have not seen for a long time, wanting to stop and talk but watch the clock and note those who are organizing themselves to come out and bury it for good, just to be more incisive in to remind you that you are late?

In stramaledettissimo late!

I hate these meetings.

These meetings are bad for humanity.

I know that you think are exaggerated. But it is not, I swear.

I will explain.

When you meet somebody please stop a moment to give a greeting. And 'Please do not make the least self-centered and ask how she is.

That which is too fast (today we are all in a hurry), she knows she can stay in a pleasant conversation with you. Or if not in a hurry felt the rush you got you and he has also noticed the armed uprising of the hands of your watch (one out of two is always in a hurry today. If you live in Milan two up two people always in a hurry).

That said, not to set out into lengthy conversations tend to infinity and beyond (in the words of Buzz Light year) humans make it an extraordinary simplification of answers.

"How are you?"

"Well, Well"

"How are you?"

"Not bad"

"How are you?"

"Everything ok"

It 'clear that respond differently if a conversation would suffer a considerable time dilation and impossible to manage without the attitude to riot hands. It is not one that usually goes around in riot gear. So, whenever you meet someone, that will answer that he is well and you you'll leave thinking that he is well and you do not. That he has a happy life and you do not. If the weather is a bit 'less tyrant and his friend you will be able to exchange a few more words.

It will be worse.

Because if one has a little 'more time, but not enough, however, will operate a trivialization of the responses tending always positive.

The debate goes something like this:

"How are you?"

"Well good. "

"What you tell me again?"

"I'm married, I have a beautiful little girl and little work in an insurance company."

"And you?"

"Not bad, I started studying again, I see myself with someone and will soon return home."

'Well,' he was pleased to meet you. I must be off I have to go get the girl, you know ... it's from my mother "

"He has done so much pleasure to me, maybe one of these days we take a coffee

" Leave your number I do not have more "

" ** 349 ** *** "

" I'll call you this week "

This conversation actually occurred a few days ago between me and an old colleague, I was left with the bitter consideration that she had a good life, a wedding, a daughter, while I work ... none of that! Not that I want to marry me, or have a daughter, at least not now. Well ... maybe a job, even now.

Fortunately, this conversation yesterday he had "nice" developments.

Driiiiin

"Hello?"

"Hey, hello Silvia, I M. bother you? "

" No, what a pleasure to hear you! "

" I would call you for that coffee, remember? "

"Of course! Where are you? "

" I'm in the center "

" you reach "

And here's how the conversation went, without the tyranny of time, without 'clock with the hands ready to bloody revolution

"So, how are you?"

"Well ... I said ... I have this beautiful little girl, three years only Lately, I've worried about "

"Why?"

"I do not know, when do the colors, to paint, always use black ... maybe you, who have studied psychology, you could help me understand something more ..."

"Maybe there's something wrong. In family okay? "

" What family? We live by themselves! "

" And your husband? "

" We broke up a year ago, a wedding like shit, always arguing. And even now we can not to agree on virtually nothing "

" And your new job I say? "

" Work? What a big word! That is slavery. They pay me € 800 for eight hours. No holiday. No permits. If your child has a fever, becomes a tragedy! Come on ... never mind, rather talk about you, I felt I had great news! You said that you started studying again, you're going to move house and have a new relationship ... "

" return home early and resume studying for me from the house and fired me I can not afford "

" Ouch, sorry. Okay come on, you have a new boyfriend, but ... "

" Boyfriend? Bah do not call it so ... "

" And how would you define it? "

New do not know what "

"Ah ..."

"Sir, excuse me, what I bring? Coffee, cappuccino? "

" We also harbors a bottle of Jack. And two glasses. Without ice, however !!!".

I hate fleeting encounters. I hate the "good good" hypocrites. And just because they often lose the hypocrisy is not the person who says "good good". Because if one is held hostage by the time you can not say "bad bad" then the time to explain why everything is going "badly wrong" does not have it.

"Ask anyone to tell her story. If there's one who has not cursed his life many times, that has not often believed to be the most unhappy of men, throw me into the sea upside down " wisely said Voltaire. And I knew that would not be drowned, for nobody would have dared to throw into the sea upside down. Except that Voltaire had not considered the factor T, and assumed that everyone had enough time to tell their story.

That's fleeting encounters are bad for humanity, that you let the friend who has done the appearance of a ghost and scared as you go if I had really seen the ghost . Yes, the ghost of happiness not yours.

Therefore, behold, tomorrow I meet people who will not stay bad if I stop on a thin "hello", if not ask him how he is. And if you do not have time to stop for a coffee that I did not even ask him how I feel. Then it ends up that goes to a bar alone and calls for just a glass of water (and, if he is not coming gastritis psychosomatic than a coffee).

And everybody knows that who drinks only water has something to hide (cited C. Baudelaire).

Silvia.

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Dinner with Franco Pippo!

Catania March 29, 2010

A: "Tomorrow come to the theater?"

S: "Why not!"

Annuccia, the dietician at the center where I worked until a few days ago, before being brutally dismissed, he has two tickets, kindly gave them to him one of its customers. A guy who works in the strange world of entertainment and I think that has a blatant crush on Anna.

I remembered him perfectly because I had set the appointment, when I was still a job.

My answer came a bit 'so. Without thinking twice. I said yes because my mood is not very good lately and to be alone at home I do not want.

I do not have wondered what a show I saw and I have not asked. It comes out? Well, whatever you do will be perfect or if it will be an evening we will have imperfect in two. Because the logic of "common means ill joy "is something.

only be learned in front of the Metropolitan that I witnessed the "Marchese del Grillo". Starring: Pippo Franco. The king of Bagaglino.

Oh, I thought, why him?!? I can not stand the sight! All those bad women half naked in the middle of comedians who can only use one penny humor that uses double meanings to a laugh. I see the king of Bagaglino. Me, I always thought that plus a good comic is less need to talk about sex. That make you laugh with sex because it is easy to laugh before the joke laugh to exorcise embarrassment. I, the comic with the sexual repertoire I have always considered the series B.

All right, I said, better than staying home. Then we are guests, not even pay!

The first act is soporific. My head gives dangerously forward under the weight of sleep that clings to the neck and the foreman makes you hopelessly pour forward and when you realize the embarrassment is rampant and you begin to look around to see if someone if n ' is aware of your small, shameful secret nap.

I take a cup of coffee, hoping to wake up. And I wake up.

The second act is more urgent, some smiles and tears it with a frequency that starts to become noticeable.

The play ends with this line:

The husband says to his wife "Dear wife, I have 54 years and I'm in love with a girl of 18, I leave and go to live with her "and she says : " Dear husband, I also have 54 years and I'm in love with a boy of 18. I I leave and go to live with him and wanting to clarify the 54 in 18 there comes a time even while 18 in 54 ... "

applause and laughter. I incredulos rest, ten minutes later I was still using his hands to try to understand how many times the 18 came in 54. And I think that I got the hives, as every time I hear talk of numbers. But that's another story that I have already told HERE

Annuccia pronounced after the show: "Escape"!

We looked around, his client was not there, pointing out there but we find it before!

S: "And where this has popped?"

A: "Silvy we do now?"

S: "We must Annu talk, after we have also got tickets ... do you want? Partially sighted, and pretend to slip from the emergency? "

A:" Silvy Oh my God! "

The customer approaches:

C: "So girls, like the show?

S: "Siiiiiiiiiii (we were asleep, then came to me hives and tomorrow I play 18 and 54 and if I win the placement will not go!)

C: "Have you come with me, I present Pippo Franco"

A: "Siiiiiiiiiiiii (but not)"

C: "It 's the first time that you know a famous person?"

S: "Siiiiiiiiiiiiii (and should I care about me, I want to go home, tomorrow I have to go to the placement that I need another job, unless Pippo Franco does not want me to pay the rent for April!) "

C:" So are you honored to do something for the first time, usually the ' age of the first times ranging from 14 to 20 "

A:" I believe that you never stop learning and do some things for the first time! "

We go behind the scenes. We are greeted by a disturbing character which I immediately dubbed PeCcottesia (PerCortesia).

PeCcottesia is a man of about sixty low and rough, probably responsible for dismantling the set. We are welcomed by screaming on a ladder in Catania:

"Pe cottesia n'ata gghiri Uora you! Ri cà nun goes, livuatevi re ddocu "(there you please go now! This was not passed, get out!)

PeCcottesia began every sentence with "please" but that there was only one track or in the manner or in what he said, seemed to be talking to the first follower of Berlusconi that speaks of ' love triumphing over hatred and envy and love do not miss it puts an ounce in the speeches he does!

A & S: "We must meet Pippo Franco!"

"Pe cottesia v'ata allivari first falls n'lignu n'da head about you! Fozzi clear "(you have to please you before you raise a beam falls on your head! Force clear!)

A & S: "But we were invited!"

"Au, eg cottesia, iu is a cunt chiuru there n'ata gghiri beam ! Iddu not cheap to Vidiri nuddu "(Oh, please, I close the door, you have to go there now! He does not want to talk to anyone!)

slams the door behind him and before chiudersela shows us a threatening stick.

S: "run away Annu PeCcottesia c'ammazza, this is Jack the Ripper of Noantri! "

A:" Silvy we can not! "

S:" I have to die to meet Annu Pippo Franco ?

Finally PeCcottesia rooms where the truck had loaded all the stuff, is to pave the way for a customer of Anne comes and takes us to recover from the star of the evening.

Faced with Pippo Anna panic:

A: "I know that he follows a strict diet that is more than just a philosophy of life, now I will talk about food, I tell him?"

S: "nodded dietician you, I was the secretary!"

A: "What I invent?"

S: "That we are what we eat!"

A: "From Silvy please do not joke! My client spoke to the method we follow, he does not agree with eating the mushrooms! "

S:" Why not? "

A:" Why are molds and poison the body "

S:" So Goofy is never a good meal of mushrooms? "

A:" No! "

S:" Then tell him that he does not know what you lose! "

A: "Silvy, be serious!"

S, "Annu tell them that mushrooms are low-calorie, then who cares if they are full of toxins, mold, because it means they are unclean animal and plant resources , disgusting parasites of the plant kingdom! Tell him that are good and do not make you fat and advise them to have them with a plate of linguine! "

While I was joking with Anna and I make fun of her embarrassment, which was then mine too, I watched closely I had not Horace, who never liked and began to change his mind. I had already a bit 'changed during the show, which the theater is a completely different story. Dismissed the role of the king of Bagaglino is certainly a stage animal, perfect in that role. I find him in front of this wiry man with this nose pinocchio have to be his son, but Geppetto! This mild-mannered man with a smile on his face that always shows a calm and an enviable balance, you always look in his eyes when he speaks and shows himself with all available and adorable. Start me endless sympathy.

comes our turn, shook his hand and then the embarrassment freezes a little 'dialogue. Anna spoke to the customer presenting as those working in the center of nutrition and dietetics where he addressed him. I sat thinking that all I wanted to talk about diet except that I do not want to hear any more talk for the rest of my days. The customer brings the problem mushrooms. Anna stumbles:

A: "Mushrooms are low calorie"

P: "They are full of toxins, to dispose of the toxins of a meal of mushrooms will take approximately 3 months, we are what we eat! "

S:" (Anna See, I told him that you had to say!) "

C:" The doctor made me lose seven pounds in seven weeks! "

P:" It seems a movie! "

C:" It had to be seven pounds in seven days ... "

S:" It is going to die! From that's okay ... the similarity effect is still "

Goofy laughs, I think it's so nice that?

P, "Then you follow with the work you do is always a healthy diet?"

S "(I do not do any more work! If you are what I eat nutella, setteveli and slush! At least you can say it is not a sweet person! And I've got the stars in the blood of the pan of stars that we hope they find a bottleneck somewhere else artery bits fit together and it makes me 'na thrombosis!) "

A:" Of course we must set a good example! "

S: ("Annuccia Spit it out, even the fries that you have declined during the interval while you talk and tell him that those lying helpless on the bottom of your bag!")

A: ("Shut up !!!") Silvia

sbellico laughter While I imagine the scene where Anna's purse falls on the floor and slide the chips in front of the disbelieving eyes of the individual customer and Pippo Franco, comes the proposal:

C: "I'd love you to join us at that dinner

S: "Thank you very much, but I have to make a up early tomorrow ... (the placement is always a row, I need a piece of paper to submit an application for unemployment!)"

Anna took me aside: "When we recapitalization??"

Okay, let's go to dinner with Goofy!

leave the backstage of the theater and head to the restaurant.

The good company was as follows: I, Annuccia, the individual customer, Goofy, The Producer of the show and two women in every shot that I did not understand that c'azzeccavano.

S: "Anna, are dressed as a truck driver!"

A: "I do not complain I've got a tight shirt, you see the rolls ... what an ugly picture: the dietitian fat! "

S:" But you're not from fat, the rolls come out only if you sit down! "

A:" But restaurant you are sitting! Oh God! "

We settle . The waiters are unheard of kindness, they treat us like we were all stars. They offer us a drink, appetizer, take away our coats.

Topics dinner: the diet and horoscope. But I say, we are at dinner with Pippo Franco, I have things to tell ... because we need to discuss more mundane topics that there are two! Let's talk about politics, entertainment, music, books, cinema! No??

individual customer launches into a monologue about the signs of the Zodiac: The lion is strong and determined, the moody and sensitive Cancer, Scorpio is a magnetic sign! See if Anna is scorpion!

No please, stop, change the subject!

C: "You have an enviable line! How do you, follow a healthy diet? "

S: 'No way, now that no longer work in the center of the diet I can say: I eat bad, very bad ... crackers for lunch (which annoys me to cook) and desserts galore all day! "

Goofy looks at me as if I were an alien, I specify:" Before I preach well and good scratch now that no longer work in the field of nutrition can preach well and quietly scratching badly, is a luxury that I like to give me, you know ... after two years to say that my diet is healthy that I can think about to break the lies before it ends in the group of liars! "

C:" You have a great metabolism! "

S: "hyperactive, more than anything else!"

C: "Lucky you! And you, Anna, how many times a week you eat sweets? "

A:" One time! "

S:" Ahaha "(He once per day! ! E 'from home every afternoon between a client and the other takes a slice of pandoro kindly donated by Miss eats herbs and it spreads over a pound of nutella! Anne of the truth, let you sit and rolls make you hello from the bottom! "

C: "Why are you laughing your colleague?"

A: "Um ... change the subject ..."

C: "He's gay" is pointing to the individual customer Writer!

A: "Good for him! (Which we give a damn for us!) "

" One says to sodomize sodomized: Look, you're the fag! "Pippo involved in a tone of teasing!

Laughter.

"He only eats bananas, zucchini, carrots, cucumbers and" precise individual customer always pointing Manufacturer Gay.

S: "Well we finished the phallic fruit and vegetables, eat something else ... no?"

C: "No, no to him just like that ... and even the cannoli, especially those with chocolate! "

The debate degenerates at an alarming rate, meanwhile, has run Pippo estranged (as he's wrong) and started talking to Whole Woman Shot In the diet that follows, I between the story of the sexual-food habits of trying to steal Gay Producer something. Goofy does not eat red meat, the toxins did not drink coffee, have toxins, do not eat farmed fish, the toxins did not take alcohol, are toxins, do not drink milk, the toxins did not accept meals, their toxins, which does not eat the mushrooms already knew.

What the hell eats that? Pineapple! He ate only un'ananas! Why it is so thin that Skeleton seems, however, kale, is a skeleton without toxins!

Woman Shot In All comes out with the story that a friend of his, a physics says that we are all the crystals ...

Goofy smiles "Yes, we who work in TV, we are all of the crystals, liquids, though!"

Laughter.

S: "You are a bunch of pixels!"

Laughter.

"However, the motion is important! Woman Shot In All-ago-I do belly dancing! "

'It is true that you no pants?" Concerned individual customer requests.

"Noooo! But you say! "

" I'm sure they gave me for sure! "

" You're too physical! "

S: "What a nice way to say it is a maniac! But I would break a lance in his favor ... before, while you were talking with Goofy, he has become in a speech dwelled on the magnetism of the scorpions and then said to be a person who tends to let go and get involved with the feelings as wave. Perhaps, then, is also a bit 'deeper than would have us believe ... "

" Thank you - involved him-but if you do strike a blow for him, "and indicates a new producer Gay. "He is interested in the spear!"

Bah ... then you are just stupid, and I will defend you continue with this story? But then that may well be gay in peace!

Pippo assists adrift of our conversations without intervening too much but always remaining attentive and smiling. I felt embarrassed for him.

The dinner draws to a close. Goofy has always been this welcoming smile, never false, empathy oozes from every pore. We greet each other warmly with a handshake. It makes us the best wishes for the life to come.

I look at him and walks away and I think they are three in the morning tomorrow with the cabbage that I get up to go to the placement. But you would like to spend the evening talking of phallic vegetables, diet and zodiac signs, escape the stick PeCcottesia discourse on belly dancers and no pants?

And then I also have two numbers to go play the lottery. If I win I send him a basket full of vegetables to producer Gay phallic and full of Pineapple biological Mr. Goofy. And to the individual customer's do the numbers so Anna will not be forced to organize dinners embarrassing to impress her.

and Goofy, I'm sure, will thank me.

"Ah Foo, I write. Did I saved from the individual customer ... Now you can do something for me: take the url of this blog and let me become famous! And eat 'na granita you need it! I offer even if I do not win the lottery with your numbers ... because if you have made me lose even one day of my unemployment that still can not afford me! "

Silvia.

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When a bond breaks.

Catania March 25, 2010

For two years I got up every morning to come to you.

have come from you and I stripped of my clothes, in your dress, I wanted to be like you. I stood by you every day for long hours, sometimes endless. Those hours that I had requested. Those who wanted to stay with you.

I've had endured not to miss.

Bocconi and bitter days of life denied. I put up the people who gravitated around, although I would have some good views of a wall splattered with mo 'frame, fragmented, like a Picasso.

To you I have given valuable time taken away the dreams and plans of life. The larger projects, those in which I felt that I can include.

From you I learned that independence is the lifeblood for me, perhaps more than others.

From you I learned patience, because many times you've tested this with pride someone who knows that he needs to, to live, so do not betray.

You sure looked like one who knows that he can have a thousand, a hundred others, like me, but who knows, maybe even better.

From you I learned the feeling of feeling insecure, hanging by a thin thread, and I learned to watch them from sadistic threatened to sever that thread, with a pair of scissors. Net.

I learned not to rebel too if I lost you I lost something important and I knew that.

time has done for you sacrificial lamb. For two years I sacrificed lambs to your indifference.

Then, you, on a warm spring morning you've decided that I could get away. Leave.

You told me "Get your clothes, clothed, you know where the exit." And you tell me without deigning to give me any inkling before. Have you been lightning when the sun is high and hot and the sky is clear.

That, my dear WORK, you do not deserve anything but a resounding "Fuck you". In no uncertain terms that You do not have with me and I had already given thee too.

so happens that one morning you wake up like so many others and you go to work the next morning you wake up and work do not have it anymore. And you the one who communicates, Great Capa, that what has taken another path and you do not want to see more, arguing as ridiculous as senseless, almost a joke and you know well tear a bitter smile:

"Our characters are not compatible," says La Grande Capa to recover from Mr. Jobs.

"Well I never thought of marrying."

"I do not think of that I made a big loss."

"Well Great Capa, then the next month the rent you pay it. They are 550 €, the bank the know. "

Goodbye Mr. Jobs. They say that ennobles man. I have not yet figured out if the phase in which ennobles it comes before or after you have made, irrevocably, a slave.

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Me and Granny. When Regan is no school.

Catania March 22, 2010

"Silviettina is only by chance (for a pure stramaledettissimo, incidental case) you've seen around the keys of his grandfather?"

"No Mommy, no, I know where I am!"

"Silviuccia why do not you think about it? (Force quit these keys before you choke!)"

"No Mommy No! I swear on all my Miny Pony and Micro Machines do not know where I am! "

"From Silvietta focused, you know that in order to find Granny has ransacked the whole house, then returned in all places where it was, butcher, supermarket, hairdresser, fish ... it is a week that the search ! Poor thing is going crazy! "

"Okay mom, maybe, if I think about it, well, well, I know where are the keys"

At that point my mother took her hand and led her under the stairs, I pointed to a old wooden trunk and told I open it, then pointed to an old shoe that was stored there and I take him. Inside the shoe, wrapped in a plastic bag, were the keys of his grandfather, I have cleverly hidden, with exactly the same care with which a serial killer conceals the remains of a body torn to pieces.

I had four years, the most angelic that a child might have, and I was deeply evil.

Nonnino not used to call me Candy, nor Bertucci, as did the others jokingly to him was "That there" or was "in mind" (mind) that all of her architect, one who plots against him, the one who pushes him to sign the pact with the stroke.

The devil, in short.

It is because now you need to know that my grandfather was always high pressure, such as Mount Everest!

Granny, just saw that hint at any kind of movement, t'apostrofava with this sentence:

"Stop it you make me climb up the pressure!"

was the torment of my childhood echoed in my head worse than songs like "Give me three words Sun, Heart, Love."

All the pressure was rising, but the stillness. But that is its object, certainly not children.

Our interactions were all like:

"Sibbo (L and V does not pronounced in never call me, still is) that I come down from the pressure rises "

" NO "

" Sibbo go slow with those shoes that I go up the pressure "

" No "

" what are you doing climbing Sibbo grapes on the trellis? Come down to me the pressure rises "

"No"

"Sibbo stop wheelie on a bike that I go up the pressure"

"No"

"Sibbo not rush me the salt Pressure

"No"

"Sibbo I do not breathe the pressure rises"

"No, I do not want to die!"

I, who I was just a child ( giustoAppenaUnPo'vivaceMaGiuroSoloUnPo ' ) monkey with a passion for climbing, mica did not know what it was pressure and I thought if there was something that rose so high so I had to find it at all costs and arrampicarmici.

was a tragedy to discover that climbing the pulsing blood was not feasible thing.

Nonnino obviously not limited only to blame, after that, and after being victimized to no avail because the undersigned, as the daughter of Satan, he rubbed his pressure, he took out the artillery heavy.

His nineteenth-century educational methods had something momentous and exhilarating.

To make you stop doing what you were doing the hands he used to tie you to the entrance gate of the house. The world took on a whole new perspective handcuffed. The inability to use his hands led to the appreciation of other parts of the body hitherto unjustly underestimated.

I stood motionless, waiting for him would open the damn gate. I was the one who sits on the riverbank waiting for the corpse of the enemy. Nonnino you just put in the car and threw open the gate to my feet menacingly approached the flower beds that he cared so lovingly.

time he made the turn and I had all the beheaded his beloved flowers. All.

satisfaction.

Our relationship was based for years to the logic of "Who makes the issues."

"Sibbo where my cartons of cigarettes?"

"In the tank Granny!" (Satanic grin)

"For you have Nonnino all over the barbed wire around the trellis grapes? "

" So we do not climb "(evil grin)

" Nonnino barbed wire is gone, I removed everything! "

"Have you taken out? It is not possible, I stuck tightly with the pliers. "(Evil grin)

" You and I removed it with his hands "(satanic grin).

"Grace, your daughter, that there, has removed the barbed wire with hands, as he did? How? How?

followed a quarter of an hour when Nonnino struggling up and down the house yelling at me and wondering how to make ten tiny fingers to win it on the grip of pliers.

"Sibbo where are my shoes?"

"In the closet Nonnino (attached with adhesive to the floor)"

Nonnino went into the closet, he found the shoes precisely where he had left, in front of the stool where he sat for wear. She did not notice that the demon nephew had celebrated the marriage of the sole and the floor and was inextricably linked with the glue. Stockings, then made to advance the first step. His feet were glued, he lost his balance and banged his head with the shelf in front of him so strong but so strong that I thought of him groggy for the rest of his days and that never bothered m'avrebbe .

"Grace, your daughter in mind, my shoes stuck to the glue, look what I got myself in the head! Get the alcohol! "

seemed that I had always I won. Seemed.

Why revenge is a dish best served cold. Everybody knows that.

So on a hot August afternoon when I had a fever so high that perhaps someone who was so high I had wanted to punish my devilish, little man appeared at my bedside with inside a cardboard box with an adorable yellow chick.

Nonnino and I thought that I could finally sign an armistice to peace.

Yellow Chick became my favorite playmate for the duration of fever, and beyond. When he began to take on the appearance of a young and free-range hen Nonnino moved in the henhouse. I went to visit her every day and fed the.

That happy pecked at my hand and thanked him with a sharp cluck!

One day I heard a cry from my room and suffered suffocation.

I got dressed and ran downstairs, opened the door and found myself facing the most horrific scene in which I have ever seen in my entire life.

Hen Free Range, a former Chick Yellow, he was hanging from a tree by their feet, tied with string and her neck stretched almost to touch the ground. He had stretched so much that I thought was the daughter of a chicken ed'una giraffe.

Nonnino had pulled the neck.

"chicken for lunch today," he said.

And the grin was more evil than usual.

Granny, we did not need a chicken for lunch.

We need an exorcism.

And Regan teaches that it is better to be on an empty stomach.

But my grandfather, it is clear, "The Exorcist" is not whether it was ever seen.

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virtues of melancholy. Women

Catania March 17, 2010

best friend, who always had a voice to sing a song with me on the windowsill of my house in Enna, while the cold of that city remained outside sometimes and other times it took all of us except our reckless and strident vocal cords.

were years of cold. Cold that froze its roads and made the shiny surface. Frost that froze thoughts, those that beset you before sleep makes you helpless.

Sleep: the strange thing that insinuates itself between the head and the pillow and take all the muscles and gives stasis. That thing that annihilates and numbs the senses. The one thing that gives dreams. The thing that wears out with the nightmares. The one thing that seems ambivalent to kill you, still as you leave, and instead regenerates you and someone even admits that brings some kind of advice.

years have been cold.

years that you entered in cold blood, and not feel it.

And so you could sit on a ledge with a best friend to sing out loud that there's a little black spot on the sun today and that is the same little black spot that was the day before.

And there were a lot of spots that we thought were black and some were not even spots and did not know.

And then there were some spots that were huge, which would become chasms and would be taken only consideration exchanged smiles and tears. And I did not conducted if not before that moment when the phone rang and it was late, I do not know how, but there was a strange dark outside even slipping in and as a hard layer of concrete covered everything. And I remember a voice, can not remember who he was, to say "no more" and all that has happened since that moment when I got home el'abbracciai of best friends in the middle of the living I do not remember. Almost as if each movement was insignificant and tended to embrace as we had come to embrace, what is important and that the arms were able to do their duty.

There were over toast with nutella kg that stains the fingers and the pages of books on which they studied. Alanis And there was always singing in the background, singing too, that we could have another listen to every now and our musical culture there would have been grateful but, of course, the soundtrack of the years of cold affected by it.

There were people who we put in our lives to guard the mood and thought that we would pull out in an instant, if only we wanted to. And those had besieged the mind, heart and body as the troops are at war with the city. And the moment when we realized that we had no power over them was the time of the collapse of the feeling of omnipotence collapse and that he had made small and incapable.

There was a hundred and six who had traveled the roads of Sicily with the presumption of an SUV dented es'era several times and always seemed to have the strength to rise from its ashes.

One hundred and six in the evening he loved to do a known route, it seemed that he did it alone and I and best friend to make her walk we just had to sing. One hundred and do not take it if my voice out of tune even covered one of best friends, of course, would have preferred to sing only best friend.

There was a song we sang often and, if we knew that the title was "swimming in the air", called the "skin" only because in the first stanza read, "Skin, is your own that I'm missing" . And there was always someone who's skin was missing.

There are certain days that you take a po'così. Wrong with you.

and would like to virtues of melancholy and can not do it.

I've never understood why a day like many open your eyes, Ground the wrong foot (probably right) and the day is a bad day.

It is not that you're pissed.

No. You're "only" melancholy.

So, no reason. Almost want to ask to speak with Lady Melancholy and the reason for his infamous trip, which one is armed with black paint and brush and begins to paint on your mood, it was not even the most brilliant painters, and not only does not ask the allowed to enter, but it also makes it easy.

"Sorry Melancholy Who told you that you could come in? "

" Pardon Melancholy carpetta why have you brought the memories of the years of cold? Can not you see that it's sunny out? That spring is coming? "

have passed so many springs And one in which I and best friend we sat for the first time talking on the stairs of the University.

And on those stairs, we then sitting on countless occasions, with notebooks in hand to repeat the matter that "the exam is tomorrow and I do not know anything."

We sat with a coffee in hand to split because "I do not have enough coins for the machine and shared a cup of coffee helps like nothing else to share a story by itself.

We sat with nothing and with nothing to say, so that everything there was to say he was in a melancholy silence. And we did that melancholy virtue.

Because that he had not divided.

Why learning to share the friendship we had learned.

We learned alone in feeling that you can be together.

Herman Hesse wrote that " the evil side of melancholy is not only to sicken its victims, but also to make them short-sighted and presumptuous, indeed almost superb. It is believed to be like Atlas, which alone must stand on their shoulders all the pain and the enigmas of the world, as if a thousand others will not suffer the same pain and do not wander in that labyrinth. "

There are certain days that you take a po'così you would need Best Friend, Scale University Col Brown and Glass Coffee Atlas not to feel so melancholy would think twice before making the invasion of the house armed with brushes, paint and carpetta memories. What a Lady Melancholy not like to be crushed in a silence, she is evil, as we described it Hesse, and perish in the embrace of its share does not want to know.

"We need reflection, we need a really good memory. Feel free to call me a little more Often,

sing Alanis, now. crib And I can think of best friend.

And I know that if we still have that window sill, of course, the sing along.