hand in hand And if it was all a joke? And if it was all a joke?
Faced with so many hardships, so many contradictions, behind closed doors and broken hearts, tears unstoppable, inexplicable hatred sometimes one wonders what sense to keep hoping for a better tomorrow.
... and then you open your eyes. And you can see the spectacle of a forest covered with a layer of snow is not too heavy, but thick enough to give it a new look, new, other than the day before. And then, turned his eyes, friends, brothers, kneeling to pray to the Lord, the source of a love so great that only the world could be the recipient. And the memory runs at a lot of friends met to date, carefree childhood years anxious and troubled adolescence, the initial commitments of youth to the time of important choices, the ability to change lives. And a more recent past is powerfully breaking into this really shows how these suggestions are not only themselves, but an indelible mark that, with different shapes and colors, they continue to recur in the furrows of a life that proceeds insatiable: the children with you played in oratory, boys and girls rather than a teacher of life needed a confidant, someone to talk without being judged that this meant, without having anything to lose, simply because, without being pretentious, he was there to listen, the adults with whom they shared concerns and emotions, expectations and disappointments, hopes and disappointments, the crowded areas, the empty seats they wanted someone to fill the coffers at rest before continuing to spread throughout the world music sometimes too tedious and sometimes too loud, but always exciting. But there is time to conclude these thoughts, the memories of a time just past turn into projects on a future that is still present (or on a future that is already?), But relying on the solid foundation of the past.
How can we explain this? Ask the trees, as we are born where they do not choose differently, but we can not decide where to go on living, intended to adapt to cold or hot and frustrating take my hope to even the most incurable optimist, just ask those who decide to give themselves in love with life and do it for ever, without too many calculations, simply by the desire to love and to be realized in this way, compared to a world of calculations and reasoning for which the important thing is not binding, never compromising too, live in the absence of ties; ask all men and women who are not afraid to risk their lives in defense of those who love: friends, children, sometimes unknown, poor, homeless, the persecuted, the sick, victims of war, helpless children, abandoned women, men and women without hope ...
Why write a blog? Why I do not know what to do? Not really ... because as a wise person once said "writing helps to objectify their feelings, to translate them into words and see them in front, more tangible and less ethereal, not to confuse ...." And (why not?) Perhaps because, unpretentious, maybe someone from these poor lines could draw some interesting food for thought. I do not pursue any rule, but to give free rein to thoughts and feelings, the extent and in the form in which they emerge. I do not schedule to be maintained (in life there are already enough and far more important) or topics to be considered: just a blog, what is when.
Starting today, December 25, Christmas Day, to commemorate another great start, much more important than the beginning of all history: the beginning of Jesus' life! That life has changed so many lives, many people were left marked and were not afraid to acknowledge it. Thanks to these other people have been able to benefit, to live our lives, rewrite their future. It is an important beginning, as the first thunder that marks the end of the drought or the first staple and announces to the children eager to enjoy the start of a heavy snowfall, it is the first applause at the end of a show, the first tears of those who welcomes the person loved one back from a long journey, it is the first cry of a newborn baby and the first glimpse of a boy just out of his coma, is the first word spoken by a child and the first drop that is detached from the glacier that finally returns to melt and feed the river course. It is the beginning of man, a child who is a man in power, but not a man like any other: the real man, the real one, man-love, the man The man that God answers our question: and if it was all a joke? It can not be : love is not a joke!
MERRY CHRISTMAS!
A Bethlehem God was born as a man and was God, not losing its greatness, but rather to reveal its most sublime prerogative: the infinite love. "For us and for our salvation became incarnate from the Virgin Mary and became man." Made man has revealed that the greatness of our genre created. The man is measured by what we can become. It can not become angels, why would cease to be a man. Nor can drop to animal life and preserve his dignity. On the contrary, the incarnation of the Son of God shows us that man can become god and man remain.
Tomas Spidlik SJ
Christmas? Exists only in the hearts of children. Fortunately, as yet still in that niche. And always will. We adults feel better and ready to tear maybe, but we have already shown after the epiphany, to decide the future of our teeth. Greater or less and some for nothing. But we like that. At Christmas we have, as it were, an afterthought on our behavior. But the instinct drives and lowers levels of personal dignity, love for others, pride handed down by the suffering of those who preceded us. E 'in human nature. In his daily need to emulate the best way is often sacrificed for the heaviest burdens to bear, the ones I mentioned earlier, and in doing so, she finds herself impoverished ideal and without more resources. Arriva also its goal and does not realize that I was able to emulate the other hand, only the worst of human beings. The saddest thing is that it fails to do so with the consent of his fellows more or less aware about its real purpose. Just to change, we look at politics. The evolution of our species has led us at the point where we are and faired well for the tasks that perform every day. We realized that we must pass it down to what is good and that everything is bad it must pass the same so that future generations will not have to repeat the mistakes of past generations. Now and then, often Francavilla, the mechanisms break down. The bad example again take precedence over the noble, it annihilates, distortion, making it subservient. The past history has taught us nothing. We filled the mouths of the highest and most noble intentions, but ... .. ... .. here we are today is worse than yesterday. The citizens, the people enslaved, more and more silent. Today, as it should be, we lash out against the union for all the distorted way, (I make him a compliment to refrain from using epithets even heavier) in which he plays his role, the way it uses resources and tools, faculty in 2008, the majority of voting citizens of Francavilla gave it trusting in the change. We understand that it is not, and will not be the hero that the same majority was expected to come down from sky on lightning and thunderbolts to bring the administrative justice in a city that was thought to have hit rock bottom with the previous administration. But let me remind you that this gentleman is not alone in pulling the levers and pushing buttons. E 'surrounded and supported by individuals like him, those sleeping on the stomach that we have beautiful long, that support the management on a lot of "what" public. Yeah .... All have learned by heart the poetry entitled "For the sake of Francavilla." But heroes. They do it for us and against us we do? Dispute them, condemn them, urge them to return home as unable to manage themselves let alone the public good. Well, useless to go on talk that we do for years. To fight them you need to take to the streets, blogging and Facebook are excellent tools to communicate and spread the voice of dissent from people sensitive and attentive, but the enemy, because they are so defined, may not suffer much - if it still has the sensitivity to do so again - you can simply stay away from the realities of the above and continue undeterred in their drawings of havoc in the city. Do not forget that these "values", if you eat with your cappuccino for breakfast. So I propose a strategy. Public and involving the whole society francavillese, addressed to the parties that recognize competitors, antagonists, enemies of the correntucola city that have been formed specifically to continue to make ourselves comfortable to them, and all citizens who want justice for having been betrayed, taken for a ride, manipulated, embraced before and kicked then searched for and embraced the hopelessly and desperately do with beggar (the verb beg) at home, at supermarkets, bars, the hairdresser, telephone, and then forgotten the next day of voting, each betrayed and abandoned in his illusion of having contributed to "change" something that suddenly became uncertain, no longer defined, faded. I propose that every citizen to refuse to recognize human and the municipal council of "majority" a person worthy of attention, greeting and respect. I ask that you recognize francavillese every one of those people I listed above, to take the words to "these people", only specialized to take up the little piece of self-interest. These ghosts must reproach at all times of the day, on every occasion, the gross negligence of which they are smearing. In doing so they will understand that we have it with them, share responsibility for the debacle in which this administration has plunged the entire city. Same thing for the "advisors" without a precise identity, the escapees from this or that party, who came up with a group to play alone with their toys, which were voted on by people under a flag that maybe they believed in the flag and now they are there to represent only themselves. Ve recommend them. These are people that we must look. The city must act quickly and vehemently and ensure that isolate them, simply ignoring it. Respect for citizenship must earn a business administration proposals for the city, with a coherent political program, exemplary in every respect. I also suggest that in every instance public citizens are promoting initiatives that best represent the malaise of the city toward the its directors. I propose that even take to the streets every Sunday and distribute to all citizens of dormant Francavilla information leaflets about the real situation Francavilla.Ritengo are few people who have the "pulse" of the political moment here to remember that the more they Francavilla.Vorrei ignore the facts, the more will be re-considered as potential voters of "these people". I propose that public meetings of the square every Sunday, where our beloved advisers will be invited to represent the majority of reasons for their support of this Administration. Too easy to take hands-on deciding the fate of a city and refrain from confrontation with its citizens. On second thought this is people who do not talk about programs for almost 3 years. Assuming that the election campaign they have ever done. I propose that each City Council a large number of citizens, peacefully and noisily outside the Town Hall, to speak with its protest against the farce that is taking place inside it. Propose short, noisy action in all circumstances and if this does not use the occasion crearcela ad hoc. Got to get out from behind our computers and bring the protest to the streets. Tomorrow no one will deny that he understood, no one can say "I did not know." For Christmas that year will send a postcard to the majority of the Board of Directors Hall, not with the cards but with the following sentence: "You do not represent us"-Signed: The good side of town. 
Not that I feel in some way essential to the community francavillese, but I must say that this absence so long from these pages a while begins to pesarmi.Quando I thought that my project microscopic could give voice to all the citizens and where each of us, brick on brick, could help make the future more credible in the eyes of our children and at the same time feel good for having just tried it with a proposal, a complaint, a project an opinion, a share of intent, an experience told and a thousand other actions in order, I felt a little Robin Hood. Today I see that Facebook effectively fulfilling this task. Unfortunately I do not say, I say fortunately. It accomplishes its mission primarily as importante.Quello to talk among themselves persone.In real time and without maschere.Questa is a great cosa.Sono really pleased with this opportunity. So in conclusione.Io us riproverò.Voglio be the megaphone of big and (especially) small cose.Sarà obviously my point of view but I will be happy to compare it with anyone. The reasons are explained better in the photo of our city, under the heading of the blog. One last thing, get involved with vs. tips and share vs. points of view. Do not make the game of who wants to keep you under his heel. The blog and like what we invent, it will be a magnifying glass under which they keep in focus the work of our friendly sales of petroleum. 
