Although no longer Natel I saw "Little Lord" ... and down into tears like a fountain ...
I could not help but think back to Christmas past, and Cicitto me.
The holidays are past, we have also lived separate the Epiphany, but yesterday evening, we exchanged the shoes and then we did a "little love" and then after dinner we saw "Breakfast at Tiffany's."
Today, after a tiring day, I arrived home, but I could not stop myself and I put the DVD of the Christmas movie par excellence, since I have not yet had time to remove the decorations.
addition to the cast in tears, I made some remarks.
The mother is the center of the life of a man and a father figure can not be ruled out.
You try to be even better than you think to us.
After all, do not claim to be accepted.
The Friends are crucial.
not ask more than to be loved.
Forse è poco, ma durante il film le idee erano migliori!!!
Ieri sera, guardando “Colazione da Tiffany” con Cicitto, altre idee mi erano venute.
Audrey Hepburn è davvero un’icona.
Ciascuno è alla ricerca del suo “Amore senza nome”.
Io Amo ed Adoro il Mio Cicitto.
La vita vissuta come sogno ci porta sempre alla realtà, per dura che sia, ma ci permette di trovare l’Amore.
Parole sconnesse…
Forse sono davvero stanco…ma quando penso che mi sono riconosciuto in molti atteggiamenti di mio padre: come quando mi metto a piangere guardando un film, quando mi acciglio; come quando aggrotto the opposite, in moments of anger, as when they are severe against those who are not working as it should ... Well have a copy of my father.
Of course there are the emotions of my mother, and his compassion and his ability to mitigate the situation: My mother is a great mediator, one who knows how to handle situations, if it means sacrificing a bit 'of herself, but for love the tranquility of the family.
This is not a session of psychoanalysis.
Surely it is a session of analysis myself.
After all, we are the combination of all those who have created and has grown and educated.
Luckily, I was generated by two good people who maybe do not understand always among them, who contrasts, but that they love and who love their children.
I had some difficulties to appreciate my father, but the maturity of that too.
I overestimated my mother, but the maturity of that too.
I found a balance, but also the maturity of this ....
Now I know that my father is not as hard as it seems and that my mother is not as tender as it seems and that I am a bit 'hard and a bit' tender ... and maturity from this as well.
Cicitto In my relationship, I realize that I put in place what they are.
are tender and emotional, even for a movie.
am critical and severe, perhaps too much.
They are condescending, even when I want to do it my way.
I am a mediator in situations where a war could break out.
I sacrifice myself for the sake of our love, our families. A small family, made only two of us, but a family full of love and done.
Maybe maturity is this!
I realize that my psychoanalytic sessions do the front of the television, watching the classics, but reflecting on what I see and I think.
I remember one time, I wrote a letter to the "Maurizio Costanzo Show", thinking of participating, which began: "I am a guy who thinks ..."
Well ... I'm just a guy who thinks ... and that sometimes he writes.
Now I had the opportunity to share my thoughts with you and with my love.
But now it is better to close.
I greet you and hug you. Yours, Salvo.
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