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Vabbeh, do I joke of course: It should be easy to live with the fear of being considered "different", with the understanding that it could not declare his feelings because società.Tutta not accepted by my sympathy, hoping that not only did it as a matter of image, word, because nowadays "is cool" well being "different."

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Rummaging in bulk in my drawers looking for I do not even know what, I see in the drawer un'angolino a photo of me that I portrayed next to a beautiful high plant prickly pear blooming with flowers of a deep red color, with photos in hand trying to inside of me understand what might attract me so much of that image I pause a moment to think .. and I come back in a flash in the minds of the memories are very dear to me who were part of a period of my gay youth, who lived with the man more expansive, sociable, outgoing, generous, strong and versatile I've ever known.

I can think of other aspects of his person, like his physical appearance that always gives me a sense of security, I remember that his hair was slightly wavy and graying as relaxing waves, intense brown eyes of a managed to express through his eyes expressions of disappointment or tenderness, irritation or mild, or debolezza.Lui tenacity was all that and not only .. many times we were traveling together, he to work while I followed him for pure entertainment it was very nice despite being in his company knew perfectly French, English and Arabic is a little less well, with those who did not understand what he was saying he could with his sympathy to interact with people different from us in culture and traditions of the time even snatching a smile. He was a person who could not bear to see suffering and where it appeared that situation he did everything in his power to alleviate certain conditions of pain and sorrow. I remember one of his many stays abroad in Algeria just a wonderful land where sea and desert mountains seemed to come out of a canvas of a painting by Monet ... extraordinary! .. I lived there for some time with him and that's where I started to learn to speak and love the French language was very happy it all seemed a constant adventure there was never a day like any other. I remember one morning we woke up just after sunrise and after carefully studying the map we decided to venture up the Small mountains of Atlas, was not a short trip, I do not know how many miles we walked through gorges and hairpin turns at some point .. when suddenly, before our eyes opened a show of breathtaking mountains, green forests with rich water between streams and small laghi.A that point we decided to explore the area armed with a little camera (the mythical Rolleflex a well) is her favorite! and on ... one shot after another .. there was plenty of choice everything was covered in a single harmonious entity! really seemed to walk into a magnificent work of art. Take a small path that bordered a creek and lush few meters, we found ourselves in front of an old building certainly expanding Arab origin, shaped like a small castle with colors ranging from blue to white, the walls covered azuLeia that formed a mosaic of rich colors, where time seemed to stand still! the only hint of trouble at that time was running "clik" camera, but obviously in front of such beauty she could not hold his "euphoria."
now Feeling like "little explorers" type (the young marmots) .. we decided to give a name to that castle in testimony of our own way, (it was hilarious) take a piece of wood and record with a boxcutter by a scout named "CHÂTEAU MARIO '" and hung above the door. It made me smile to know the heart in that part of the world was a place that bears the name of the person I most loved.

It was getting very very late and the road was quite long to get back ahead, and then decided to leave. As we ran down the switchbacks of the mountain could hear the echoes of our voices a great feeling ... as if one of us had stayed up there between those magnificent forest to a lookout for those moments lived, leaving a kind of tender emotion in my heart.

We were now leaving behind us going deeper down the mountain to the sea which was there to bee majestic in all its beauty and fragrance, in an increasingly overbearing heat was heard calling in us a desire to stop in a place to freshen up and enjoy a delicious meal of fish, in the many restaurants along the coast. I knew that our journey was ending, and while the seaside, I received an intense fragrance of flowers, I looked and saw a long row of oleanders and prickly pears with the bright colors, I had never seen any like them and austere. I asked excited by all that beauty, stop for some photos that would make even the seal the end of our wonderful viaggio.Scendemmo from the jeep and with the light of a day that was about to run out, I asked the one who made this trip an unforgettable slice of life, alongside a picture of me the most beautiful plant stronger, be there ready to seize its fruits docissimi! Yes .. it was she who wanted to close in the photo also known for many, perhaps a trivial Opuntia prickly pear ... but for me the symbol of the man who proved the best companion of that amazing journey .... my father.

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Like every summer morning out on my terrace, consumed my daily cup of latte and while I was absorbed in my usual thoughts, I am inundated by a scent that I personally knew very well what? The unique scent of jasmine my very harmonic which literally surrounds the terrace of my apartment. For many, the intense smell of this wonderful flower can be nauseating to me instead of attracting attention and admiration, because they can produce in me feelings arising thoughts and memories are very dear to me, as the enveloping embrace of the beloved. I wish that these moments never end up that continue indefinitely as a perpetual motion as the waves of the sea which, as you cherish the life of the time but sometimes slap you without measure their strength. I keep getting a case according to the orientation of the wind, the scent of jasmine as an anesthetic which manages to lull me into painful thoughts and make room in pleasant thoughts of my adolescence. In fact my mind, even if on purpose, lingers in the memory of a dear friend of mine, known in Algeria during the period that I lived with my father. His name was precisely Yasamin which translates in Italian means jasmine strange coincidence! I have a fond memory of her was a sweet girl and full of interest but his greatest passion was ballet. I remember when he performed on the small stage at a small theater in Algiers that now I do not recollect the name, alas! He succeeded with his infinite grace to fill those spaces dark and dusty due to a sweet perfume from his tutu with which the blast of her graceful movements filled the small audience of a sweet fragrance of fresh clean. When I think that for many it is defined only a simple "smell" I realize what is in their thoughts and empty their minds. Because the point is not to distinguish the scent of a flower from each other, but dwell on what is know that at that moment that perfume comes in you see inside is a bit like capturing moments that make you understand something more about you . is as part of a vacuum in his life. I am happy to be part of this humanity! to be part of a PROJECT that has affected the feelings of love and not simply on the "case". I will absolutely not get involved in philosophical arguments based primarily on rhetorical or existential life supported by behavior stereotypes, but to resurrect that part of us, that all consciously or not, we have. That party like a flower by its fragrance and color expressed a perfect and wonderful in helping us to mature sensations often mistakenly taken for granted in appreciation of their feelings they generate in us that life style contrary to the Epicurean.
The time now is 12 and is a beautiful day, I do not want to get up and return home happy only to be completely at the mercy of my beautiful jasmine that has continued unceasingly introduce fragrances and perfumes to lose your head! I feel completely happy with a great desire to continue writing, remember, tell. Moments certainly unique because only yours, but totally shareable. I think that there is space in the spiritual and intellectual material that they can not share with others, I believe that all those who are unable to interact in this way is only the arrogant and cocky and add ... unhappy. While they are engrossed in my thoughts I am suddenly seized with a buzz around a bit annoyed me and I see a big bumblebee unperturbed (with a touch of bravado) sucking nectar from the jasmine instinctively I had the desire to get up and chase him, I did not want anyone or anything could ruin this "space-paradise" that I created through the delicate but continuous attention by my Jasminum officinale. But then I wonder if my intention is to want to kick an innocent insect in its sole intent of this feed on nectar that nature generously offers free and I should change my mind about everything I thought and wrote! Of course we humans are really a living contradiction read! After reflecting on what happened I try to restore some order in my thoughts a little self-pity, who knows maybe this will serve my self-examination has me ponder more about value of the concepts expressed in words that can express an idea with the intent not only to surprise the reader, but to communicate a thought with sufficient clarity and honesty. Unfortunately today, I'm thinking, we live in the most vulgar intellectual righteousness * where unfortunately people are not more attentive to their own decency and dignity of life but leave noisily drag to the point of not being able to recognize the their voices do not know how to listen more. Here again I hear the sweet scent of jasmine that wonderful feeling! a magic moment, absolutely, it's like being in a small station in a small town where the last train moves away from you until it disappears completely so such as thoughts dolorosi.Resti there alone without anyone who can scrutinize your every gesture every thought, and feel free at last carefree, happy to return home to wait for a new day, and the next morning to come out on the terrace, enjoying your unfailing latte lasiandoti enveloped by the fragrance that emanates your jasmine ............. and I think for many it is ... only a "perfume"

* Epicurean: excessive attachment to material goods and pleasures of life, resulting in devaluation of spiritual values.

* Pharisees: strictly formalistic moralism and hypocritical.