Non è passato neanche un anno

335 giorni fa scrivevo un posto salutando mio zio.
Oggi mi ritrovo a scriverne uno per salutare mia zia.
Vi ho rivisti entrambi nel 2013 per l'ultima volta. Non sapevamo sarebbe andata così.
Nessuno sa mai che andrà così.

Non saprei da dove cominciare a raccontare della persona sorridente, sempre pronta a scherzare, ma anche a rispondere senza filtro, a scaldarsi, nel bene e nel male. Una fonte di energia che tutti immaginavamo inesauribile.

E invece il futuro riservava sfide difficili. E ingiuste.

Mi mancheranno la gioia, la complicità, la capacità di vedere tutto dal lato migliore.
L'ultima volta ti ho vista stanca, eri l'ombra di te stessa, e ti dava fastidio.

Cara zia Paola, quanto ti ho voluto bene.

Che destino stronzo.

E che male che fa.

Ciccia

I don't know what would I give to here him call me ciccia once again...

I miei 7 NON AMO

1. Non amo il trucco. Nè sulla mia faccia, nè su quella degli altri.
2. Non amo le pose. Nè farle, nè guardarle.
3. Non amo i vestiti aderenti. Nè su di me, nè sugli altri.
4. Non amo i paroloni inseriti a caso nelle frasi. Ma ogni tanto li uso.
5. Non amo la TV, come non amo la birra troppo frizzante e limpida. Sono entrambe filtrate troppe volte, eliminano il gusto e annullano la mia voglia di selezionare con la mia testa e le mie papille gustative.
6. Non amo chi è appariscente per puro esibizionismo. Toglie spazio a chi ha davvero qualcosa da dire.
7. Non amo i travestiti da stupidi. Che stupidi sono e se ne vantano.

Detto ciò: i vestiti aderenti stanno bene a chi si sente di indossarli perché si piace così, indipendentemente dalla forma fisica, non perché deve per forza piacere agli altri. Loro sì, non mi danno fastidio.

Mi dà molto più fastidio chi critica una 'cicciona con i rotoli e la minigonna'.

L'apparenza può ingannare perché è la prima cosa che notiamo.
L'apparenza colpisce, ma non è tutto.

Credo che certe osservazioni riguardanti l'apparenza dicano molto di più della persona che queste osservazioni si sente in diritto di farle, piuttosto che della persona oggetto di tali parole.

Have you ever felt this way before?

Have you ever felt like you really want to cry hard, shout, let tears out, punch something until your energies leave your body and you drop effortless and tired on the bed?

And have you ever done it?

I haven't. Yet. But I feel like it. Now.

I've been lucky enough in my life to have few misadventures and the few times they happened I felt like I could handle anything.

I still feel like I can handle it, but my stomach hurts and I also feel like I have no time to cry.

resolutions for 2012

My only resolution for 2012 is to not have resolutions and just do what I feel.
It feels good already.

Happy New Year readers, if there are any.

when a documentary scares you more than a horror movie

I watched An Inconvenient Truth and I was shocked.

An inconveniant truth - Trailer from cccb24 on Vimeo.

I know that Global Warming is happening, I know it's a big issue, it's a matter I care about.
But I guess I've never seen the figures all together. It's frankly frightening.

We need to do something, on an individual basis and as the population of the Earth.
In the end what's happening is largely our fault, we got to fix this. There is no excuse.

Watch the movie, visit the www.climatecrisis.net website to get more info and find out what you can do to reduce global warming.

Don't stand and watch, do something, at the very least, spread the word!

language, communication: a human's need

today was intense.
big meeting at 9.30am. it only lasted 15 minutes, but it was an important one, at least for me. i kind of know what I want for myself and i know i'll be out soon, doing stuff i really love, but i had to attend this face to face to see how it looked. i was quite disappointed, since sometimes words don't mean anything when they come from someone who doesn't speak from his heart to your heart, but more from a machine CPU to another (without really knowing what a CPU is).

but for one disappointment that goes there is a very energetic surprise that comes.
mr danny boyle's talk tonight was one of the most inspiring talk i've heard in a while.

i've always been driven by passion: whether it was for my job, my feelings or my ideal it doesn't really make any difference, because it's the fuel that keeps me going. the energy that makes me wake up in the morning with a huge smile on my face.

and this award-winning director sat there, in front of 200 or so students and few staff members, talking as he was having a coffee with a bunch of friends (he was in fact drinking coffee).
stripped down, honest, genuin, down to earth, very good speaker. he kept it simple, true, real.
he always acknowledge his work as a team work, without diminishing his role.
his advice wasn't from looking down, but from a guy who learned from his experience, like everyone else, like it should be. he never mentioned HIS talent or HIS gift, he talked about talent and gifts as if everyone has one (or more) and it's true. we all have talent and gifts, but to be honest, they are nothing without passion and energy, and a bit of self-irony.

it worked as a sip of energy drink, except the downside of the sugar rush afterwards, i still feel the energy. it reminded me that i still love my job and that the direction i've always taken is the correct one. follow your passion, you can't go wrong. say what you have to say, don't be afraid to fail, because really what you're doing is learn everything you can and you will get there. i know it's true.

on a less romantic note, but nonetheless important, i got home and i found my card to vote, that's communication too, that's my opportunity to express my opinion, my opportunity to make things right in my country, the next poll is a referendum, no representatives, just my voice. my vote still counts.

the music feels me

sometimes, when i hear the music, i get completely lost and i don't care about anything else but what i feel.