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When Claudia ... and the manual does not come from buildings

Hello, the heart of a fairy!
Ready? I hope so. Because today is Friday. On Friday
must be covered. We are flying on top of the sky. Every hope and every dream come alive. Everything is done. And the world becomes one wonder.
I have something for you. I think you will be very useful.
E 'manual for a swim bag.
Your Friday starts as follows. Not bad right?
Catch it, and begins to read it. If you are in possession of a magic book like this, it means that you have a big problem. But quiet. We are here to solve it. The
swim bag, for a swimmer is everything.
Remember when one day you happen to encounter one.
It 's always an exact representation of his character. Of his personality. Of his feelings. Of his trouble.
If you know a person well, and enters into possession of his luggage, you will be spontaneously exclaim: "It could be different from this!"
grabs. The raised. The look. If you are not willing to throw it, it means that the bag you considered worthy. You will have some reticence. You do not seem right. But you open.
Again, it is still in your hands you just because she considers worthy. The
zip slides. You will be surrounded by a cloud, which is manifested by a strong smell and the edge of annoying. It will not be annoying to you. In fact, you may even like.
's the representation of the item. Water.

The Plantronics.
And 'the only thing that shows itself when the swimmer in the water. E 'illusion. The red herring. And there for those who do not go beyond appearances. Who will stop the cap, has no soul.
And now I find you. But I have no doubt.
If you are still here, does not mean that I was wrong.

will find a towel.
Not a bathrobe. The swimmer has never cold, and never needs to dry. He just needs to cover himself. The water is always on him, and he does not like liberasene.

slippers.
Useless. A swimmer has her feet on the tile worst in the world. It 's still alive. E 'screen. But if you always carry.
Mom has always put them to him in the bag. And in cases like these are all traditions.

fins and paddles. The
you hold in your hand. Close your eyes. Sentarai the screams. E 'effort to take home. The swimmer hate them. They are bulky and heavy.
But when it's on the block, and is ready to go, would like to have him.
United as one with his hands and feet.

Certainly there will be two costumes.
Why two? Why is an old one, that for which it is still worthwhile. What memories, and the greatest satisfaction. That worn, loosen the elastic. It will be black. As are the clothes of great evening. The swimmer always keeps it up. It keeps him under. And 'the last bastion. The armor against fatigue. The second
. It will be flashy. In the water to be surprised. In water they have to see. With two costumes
the swimmer's all. Perfect. It is also heavier. And it should exercise it.

will find the goggles.
will be the easiest you've ever seen. They will not have anything special. Indeed you seem strangely gaunt and empty. Assembled with recycled materials. No sucker. Absolutely nothing special. Will in your opinion the actual instruments of torture. Not so. You will understand and grasp. The eyes of those who own this stock are protected from them.
're grabbing a magical instrument. Once worn, the swimmer is safe. It is safe in its most important part: The heart. Why
goggles will protect the only access. If they are wet
means that those who have used them next. And his heart is still the same.

In water, as in life ... arms, legs and head out.
A hug.
Claudio.

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illusion but real ...

It remains suspended. Attached only to hope. One to which you want to believe tenaciously. To which you morbid attachment. Obsessively. Otherwise it would be in mourning. The prorpio. Then necessarily exist. Must exist. In any form. As God as human potential. As revenge. How I hate. As love. The mind gets used to believe that there is a ground on which to rest your feet firmly. And the search. Everywhere. But if it had trouble finding it. Do not recognize him. "No." say. "This can not be happiness! No. That was not my hope! I shook dreams, climbed mountains, I was alive. I flew in the sky." Instead it's all here. So!?

stripped of all clothing when you're not normal. But when you lose hope, nothing more is normal. The clothes fit well but not like anymore. Then it is normal to undress and remain empty. Do not fill more than gold and silver. It must be the hope. Always. To me unless you are strong enough to recognize any sense and move on without meaning to. Unless you rely only on brute laws of this world and not look elsewhere improvements. Remain anchored to the ground and not look at the sky. The point is that you get older and my back is curved down. It will be increasingly difficult to look at the sky. But keep hope alive. Hope to see everything a little better. And he resists until you come to a puddle of water with a stick that helps us to walk and see reflected there, in that putrid puddle once again the sky. From the tears of God falls and stagnant watch the colors of the rainbow. And though disappointed by life, still so full of bitter memories, we will not have the courage to use his stick to strike the puddle splashing and standing water. We become intoxicated once again that image even if dirty and worn. Because human beings are attracted to the illusions. If you turn off the light, we become just a machine. To live we use everything and everyone. Bitter truth.

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When Claudio writes for many ... but not for all

Good evening, noble souls. Or rather, good night!
's me. The minstrel who sings in his own way, the stories of your beautiful lives.
Farewell? There are maybe missing?
With a bit of selfishness, I hope so. Because you, me, you missed a Friday night.
What wonderful feeling: the pen that has been soaked in ink flows over a virgin parchment
driven by my strong hand.
A shiver runs a zigzag slalom on my back.
I'm back here with you. I'm writing again.

I returned to talk to me.
This evening I will be alone on the stage of our great theater. Nothing
deaf percussion orchestra, and no scenery-trees with toilet off the premises. Tonight
your imagination will only be channeled by my words.

My story, soup moments in order, beginning with a Sunday evening. One Sunday
quite agitated. That afternoon
Inzaghi and Kaka had decided to make me understand what a championship would go sweaty.
Roma three points, and some ghosts who wanted so much to reappear.
the evening, wonderful, in your company. Bars
the Gourmet's Lair. Rho. As always.
I come home, and a message flies on me.
A girl would have passed under my house to collect them.
In every sense.
got into the car. I look at her intently.
It 's you. The Silvia. My Silvia.
My classmate belonging to one of my distant past. The
girl who once wished very close, but I could not and wanted to have with me Asthe I had not felt ready for such a great responsibility.
I was aware that such a feeling at that age I could have torn, so I decided not believe it.
Immediately, even before it could be.
Dropping everything into a limbo of words that I wanted to say but I never said. Moments that I would have liked, but I never had.
I decided not to run after her, when she, perhaps hoping that I did, taken a different path from mine.
I gave her. And until recently I was convinced that life giving me the same reason.

In my mind, however, is always This was a thought.
Fortissimo, uncomfortable and dangerous.
gave me The feelings that clashed loudly with the life that I possessed and I felt perfect. I tried to fight it
flattening. Avoiding any possible contact with her.
In eight years I have scarcely ever heard from him. If not the odd message.
It was a fabulous find everything. Certainly not a limit.
was the past. It had to be just that.
But sometimes fate had fun with me.
I happened to meet her very often without him neither she nor I had anticipated.
randomly. Unbelievable. Irrational.
On the train, restaurants, university, shopping center, on the premises Milan, the concert Vasco.
How many people I met in my life? How many of those attending my own posts?
Why all this happened to me only with her? The

met everywhere. And always in a very short time and quota in which I found myself alone. I
embarrassment and terror more complete.

Plus, sometimes, that thought: "What would have happened if ..."

The Silvia came back after time immemorial in front of me.
His eyes. Incredibly unique in their elusive color.
His lips. To design a smile that fills my heart.

Yes, her lips. Those lips.

The first I ever kissed ...

She had just emerged from a difficult situation.
He was living the storm thanks to you I had just passed.
Both have a strong desire to speak to us, but above all to listen.

My recent past but had not yet been completely defeated.
My wounds were still open. I lived
evil, in complete distrust of love, and then life itself.
In my busy life, with zero moments of rest and denouncing his free time that I was forced to stop and think.
Remember ... I never wanted to go to bed ...

After the first time we met Sylvia and I as much as possible.

Sereno at any time. Always with the feeling of being left with the same person that I had lost long ago.
But this time I felt in myself a maturity and wholeness of mind that almost ten years of life you give.
Next to her I felt it started to feel different.

My recent past did not give me confidence.
I did not want to believe.
So to exacerbate this belief drew to you and myself a situation much worse than it really was.
It was as if I was afraid to show nudity.
But your words

AleBerta: "How can a rock stem the sea, you'll see ... "
Dani: "Invite Colico, it'll tell you ... "
Matt: " Do not rush. ... Let "

leave little room for lying to my short legs.

has upset my life. Canceling my stupid beliefs.
Struck by foundations.
Not all situations are created equal.
The past must help you improve your future, not to limit it.

took her to Genoa, to the inclusion of the state exam in the afternoon we went to Alassio and the day after the race I went Gallarate as strong as ever in my life. Although I had only trained for a fortnight in a year.
I arrived in Strasbourg, where for the first time I heard it might be wonderful irrational affinity between two people.
After a second day in Alassio, at the end of June, we decided it was time to finally become inseparable ...

And this is what we are now inseparable ... finally.

do not know my future, although I have a vague idea.
I will live every day with a smile that I found, with a new-found strength to fight the dark moments that await me ... hoping to always have you by my side, to remind me what I was.

My eyes are again turned on. It's me. Always.

Claudio.