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He looked like Juliette Binoche, but with body and soul Italian identity strange and unique.

Nona was my mom, my mom. Came by boat in the late forties, because there could not be and here itself. And I am, I am, I exist because she came by boat in the late forties, and because a while back, there in the camp, did not think the showers were actually showers and hid I do not know where or how she hid because she did not talk much about it. And if they spoke was not a matter of denial of the past but by a rare quality of his nature did not complain, did not protest, did not speak ill of anyone, I am not exaggerating the virtues of a loved one and death: it was really well , and I know another who wield the patience and understanding to extremes as unlikely as she did.

The few times we discussed was his tendency to defend the other, in an exercise to which I find irritating. I was fighting with someone and she never put on my side, it seemed. Now, years later, I do the same. Never jump my favor, my friends accuse me, and I want to say that it is not so well, and I can not help smiling quietly to discover the quiet and persistent influence, the influence tattooed on my ninth, the influence of death , a death too bitch, could not boot.

And like the energetic, bright sun, and I see that I lose patience easily when I meet people who use the complaint as a natural state of mind, pessimism as an argument, protest as a shield, and they do in situations, in my opinion, insignificant. I know many times I am wrong, and that each pain is unique and stands on its own, but did not inherit the wise quiet compared to what irritates me.

I was raised in the house of a woman, believe me, had several reasons, big reasons to live resent the world, and yet did not. What I did was find flowers in swamps and smoke signals, and the wonder is not doing it for ingenuity, but from experience, experienced terrible things, but when I was back (when I met her), acted like a person can never hurt. He had a real chance to think the world is uninhabitable, and chose not to. This election reminds me a lot and makes me lose patience with the whining easy, compared with the malice absurd complaint against running out of boredom or ignorance.

And I have the blood of this woman. And I have blood influence. And I know (I learned after a duel four years) that there is one thing death can not take: Life as a lifestyle choice.

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Tony Soprano's psychologist

In the excellent series The Sopranos, the mob boss, Tony Soprano suffers panic attacks. To solve your problem, it begins to be a psychologist, and the sessions between Soprano and her doctor will become the fulcrum of the series.

Soprano's psychologist is a very strict moral character: accept the mobster as a patient because he understands he has a problem on a personal level and you need to fix it, but he warns: if you tell me about your crimes, I'll have to denounce . The Soprano relationship you have with your psychologist is a bit confusing: both are attracted to, even he thinks he loves her, but the woman's fierce moral imposed on anything else.

In one episode, women suffer rape. A man cornered in the building where she works and rapes her, leaving her obviously very traumatized. The next day, the doctor has meeting with Tony Soprano, he looks funny, moody. The looks bad. He asks if it feels good, if something happens, if you can help somehow. She doubts, thanks him and tells him not to. Later, in a session with his own analyst, she says,

"I know that if you tell Tony Soprano that raped me, he would move heaven and earth to find the guy. And find him and tortured him, then kill him.

Psychologist, surprised and somewhat shocked, asks if she is going to ask Tony Soprano to destroy the guy who raped her. The woman replied:

-No. I just know I can.

Meeting in that response, the ultimate expression of power. The real power, peak power, is inactive. The powerful truth has no need to exercise their power, because you just know it's okay. If any action is to satisfy one's desires, the powerful accountable to anyone not feel done with the simple certainty of his power. Who has to prove he has, does, at bottom, something.

Tony Soprano is a mob boss. If you wish, move a finger and destroys a city. It is, in action, the most powerful person in the series. Tony Soprano's psychologist is a raped woman who knows that if you want, say a word and Tony Soprano destroys his assailant. And those who look at the series we sense that Tony Soprano would do that without asking anything in return, because the relationship he has with this woman Soprano does not have with anyone else. But women do not ask.

The mafia is in the hands of a psychologist honest, nobody knows.

That is power.

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Analysis of means (the news amorphous)

Sometimes, every so often, someone asks me for opinion, I asked what I recommend reading literature. I replied: "Everything." Especially if he also reads, writes. I think to find the style should be fed a variety of literature: the more varied and better, because the variety makes it difficult to copy or imitation, even if unintentional, is so influential that one has no choice but to write words themselves. Read it like it is another matter. Read all means do not enjoy all read or agree with everything you read. Read all means more tools.

When reading the newspaper, most often read the newspaper. A daily, one. I suppose our subconscious tells us that the news is always the same, and so why change fonts.
It turns out that the source gives shape to the story (naturally amorphous), because behind Source is a business (a newspaper is a business, workers, lower positions, senior positions, heads, managers and others) who looks after his interests. Their own interests. Then, if the news in an amorphous state is not convenient for the company (newspaper or any media), the company gives way to the news, carving, polishing, lime, paints, varnishes and decorate the according to their convenience (the convenience of the company).
So, what should be read daily? What news there is that look? All. No one who believes more or less like us, so they have a guarantee for our own ("self?) Opinion. All the ruling, the opposition, and we do not know what it is. Because if we read every day, all ways of making the news, copying and imitation (albeit unintentional) is becoming more difficult, more hazy, more distant.
And there, right there, we started thinking.

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I look

"The free man is not afraid to go to the end of his thought" (Léon Blum).

downside of introspection is no way out. Is one to one, and one against one in order to be one for one. What argument stands up for what is not known, with what argument stands or eradication? I look to understand what makes the noise, where is the leak, where the crack, where it unbreakable. I watch because there is so much world outside, and inside too, and I have to know them apart.

But there is no way out. Not that I'm away, I can be alone with my head without having a phantom attack. And I think I earned that privilege when I agreed to look at me knowing that there is no possible solution: the dead ends are a thing of brave or suicidal, I'm not the first, but instead I am convinced that I am not the latter. I conclude, then, yes I am the first; it shows that I was wrong. Another reason for introspection. To be brave is to be brave.

There are answers and guessed they were there, yet I do not like. They are annoying, do not fit with my plans. But Gilda, you know perfectly well that there is a tremendous error in what fits, you know perfectly well that fit is an error, that truth does not fit but fits alone. You know perfectly well that if the answers coming out of your inner self are uncomfortable, you're asking questions wrong. Change the question.

What do I do with the world? I do not understand the question. Change it.

What do the words of others, the silence of others, the presence and absence of others, lies outside the truths of others that are directed at me? Those that do not touch me do not interest me, at least not now, but my insight, I can be selfish. Huh? What do I do? Again you are asking wrong. Do you see that there is no response? What is alien is not yours, so you can not do anything. You're asking wrong.

Let's see now what do I do with my words, my silence, my presence and my absence, with my lies, my truths, my everything that is addressed to the other? Good question, journalist. Answer: Bancatel. You're responsible for what emitís. Can I bancármelo? Idle question, you know your response. And now I kept watching, this is just beginning.