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When I'm depressed I eat or cry ... or both ...
Cicitto When you are depressed and depressed ... just ... I was

reviewing for the umpteenth time "Forrest Gump" with Tom Hanks and I cried for the umpteenth time ... maybe I am a little 'depressed! ....

... And I was thinking of what each of us is a bit 'Forrest Gump, each of us is like a feather carried by the wind, as Forrest would say: "Life is like a box of chocolates: you never know what will happen ".
many of us have experiences that may seem silly, but who are the key to many.
How many little people that solve the common fate of many.
many are limited to transpose what happens to them ... but they are exceptional beings.
It's not just the exception that proves the rule, but the reality that reinforces the rule.

little can be HEROES!
Hero every day when we face our common life, where we have to fight against adverse traffic or office ... or we deal with the difficulties of living together, living as a couple, a report terms of hours and days together, where ever you have to confront with each other, with the needs of your partner ... with all that is different from you.

Sometimes, I wonder whether it is necessary to have the innocence of a child, like Forrest, a bit 'dazed and distant, a bit' crazy ...?

Maybe so!
Maybe you need to live in the moment as if it were a discovery, like a chocolate unwrapped, with the joy and wonder of a child in front of a surprise ... maybe you have to have that slight delay that does not allow us to rationalize ... and finally ... LIVE running on the road of our life, being able to marvel at every sunrise is born, or for any s'infuoca horizon at sunset, every night that is filled with stars, for every misfortune and every blessing ...
The real miracles happen only to eyes of the children ... but we are already grown up, we are now grown men's eyes ... we no longer surprised to see ... maybe we do not know: we have eyes but do not have più l’anima per guardare, non sappiamo più sognare né credere nei nostri sogni.

Eppure basta così poco!!!

In notti come questa, rimango a guardare i miei sogni sono sicuro che li realizzerò…. Ma egualmente sento un senso di vuoto e d’angoscia che mi attanaglia… sento la nostalgia per ciò che deve ancora accadere… sono un Forrest Gump che corre senza una meta cosciente, con il vago desiderio di arrivare… a casa, forse,…dove mi aspetta l’amore della mia vita.
Stiamo rincorrendo l’Amore e magari l’abbiamo accanto… anch’esso con le scarpe da running, pronto a correre verso di noi.

Straparlo, as usual ...
Perhaps it is better to close and go to sleep. So, I greet you and embrace you. You, Sal.

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fooled in a fairy tale ... We are not mutants




sleepless nights continue ...

I was looking at, again, the film "AI Artificial Intelligence".
... And once again I cried ...

tired My mind was rapidly parallelism
... We're all looking for Pinocchio to become real children. And the more we
gay.

understand Vladimir Luxuria, who wrote a book of stories transgender, as many fairy tales, among the best known, talk about being "different" and the changes that occur in each through a difficult and dangerous, through trials and battles fought in the depths of themselves.
"Cinderella," "Beauty and the Beast," "The Ugly Duckling," "The Little Mermaid" and "Pinocchio" ...
All stories in an attempt to be anything, to find himself, to be accepted for who And you '...

Basically what we seek is someone who loves us for who we are and above all we love our parents ..

How many of us have been removed, disprezzati e negletti, quanti hanno elemosinato di essere accettati, quanti sono stati Negati...

Siamo tanti Pinocchio alla ricerca della Fata Turchina, siamo alla ricerca della Magia che ci trasformi in PERSONE VERE, perché fin ora siamo stati considerati solo dei buffi giocattoli da mettere in mostra in vezzosi programmi televisivi, dei burattini da manovrare con l’illusione che saremmo stati accettati, degli sciocchi da turlupinare per essere derubati dei nostri zecchini.
Siamo tutto, tranne che persone.

… E noi ancora a vivere nella favola e nell’illusione…

Ci danno il sogno di un giorno in cui dimostrare il nostro Orgoglio, per poi farci ripiombare nella crudezza del mondo, the news only when they show the carnival folklore and provocative, and placing us as the specks of fools.
Maybe it's true ... We are mad because we delude ourselves that maybe the story could have a happy ending, that Cinderella can stay next to her prince and that Pinocchio can become a real boy.

But someone else rewrote the story for us and we will stay dirty and evil, we remain of the logs of wood ... we will remain alone to face our disappointments ...


Maybe tonight I'm too pessimistic, maybe a little 'depressed ...
maybe ... But a few weeks I have to leave for Sicily to visit my family, after a year do not see them, but is also 'time I have to go alone, leaving here alone, My Love, because we do not exist as a Pair. In addition, this is not a good time to Cicitto, due to problems at work.
... And I mind that I start with?!
We are two lost souls and sunshine, miles apart, who yearn only to find himself, because only together are complete.

If only my family was more understanding, if not just accept that Pinocchio, but a real son ... How much pain could be avoided ...

But now finish this. I feel exhausted!
It 'better to close with my rant and go to sleep dreaming ... and maybe that is the Story come true and that all end with "Happy End".
I embrace you strong. Yours, Ator.

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...


Another sleepless night ...


I was seeing a movie ... one of many who speak of diversity ': "X-Man."
The clash between the normal and the different between humans and mutants. Well
We are not a mutation but a normal variant of Humanity.
I do not feel different, but NORMAL.

We are not against each other, but united with each other. We
ONE!

course, there qualcuno che pensa che noi possiamo essere una minaccia, che siamo innaturali, che siamo dei mostri che minacciano la loro piccola vita banale.
Ma noi siamo di più.
Siamo la faccia nascosta dei nostri padri, siamo i figli di madri neglette, siamo i fratelli e le sorelle di tutti quelli che vivono in una famiglia.
Noi siamo la FAMIGLIA che ci viene negata, nata da essa e per essa.
Noi siamo ESSERI che anelano all’Amore.
Noi siamo l’AMORE!!!
L’Amore di chi ci ha generati.
L’Amore di coloro che Amiamo.
L’Amore di coloro che ci Amamo.
Noi Siamo!!!
Noi Esistiamo e nulla potrà impedire questo!

Ci accusano di vivere nascosti. But meanwhile there
bound in ghettos.

accuse us of being masks. Meanwhile
put us on their preconceptions of masks.

We're just fragile children of fragile families, who can not accept that we are their fruit. A good fruit and lush that the same fruits of others who are working and working and someone please include, but are not recognized or accepted.
We neglected the children, who say "I love you" in secret and hidden in dark little rooms, but in the light of day are singled out and punished.

We exist and we are many!
But few have the courage to break down all barriers that are imposed to live Normal life that we have the right to live!

And as usual, I got carried away by the force of the emotions and thoughts.
as usual, I shed words.
So that's enough and I go to bed.
A hug. Yours, Ator.

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