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Simphonie Paola Cialdella, harpsichordist If this were a musical score, It stems from one simple matrix in C: 4 / 4 created by the heartbeat, the rocking of the cradle, the lullaby, the cradle of obsessive creatures and then trapped by time. This matrix would generate a number of common themes and music, from these, would develop melodies composed in accordance with techniques and styles different from each other, children of various ages, from medieval ballads to the latest types of metal. If this were a musical score, therefore, would be opened with a string orchestra, a symphony for the introduction of a serene and calming, wide and airy, a valley view from a high ridge of the mountain. The view is huge, and vallatelle wooded musical phrases in allegretto expressed by small wind, alternate with others in a densely populated very happy the whole orchestra. Both types of sentences are preceded by small nudges impertinent remarks that rose embellished the song seemingly at random. This time the subject is silent and looking around in the background of the song stands out just a flute whispers something ecstatic that serves as background to the main melody. And the sound of the flute gradually wins audibility, while other instruments are almost drowned, pushed in the background without concern. On the other hand (but when?) Began to become more and more invasive the voice of a harp and the sound crisp and thirst-quenching liquid, such as a source, such as the skirt of the girl approaches the boy and the balustrade. - Giuli .... Have you finished the book? - the murmurs -Watch him. - She looks and smiles, while the movement of his head forcefully curly seems to draw the arc of the horizon, and she tries to absorb every detail, and silent listening. He does not know, does not know that the music you hear is not what he feels, and that it every sound, every color is brighter and as outlined, a drum beats in your ear while the boy's obsessive. She yawns and looks at him - Steva , is refreshing. Let's go back. - Dai, Giuli! You are covered . If you want to give you my jacket. I want to see the valley disappear, and fill with stars. She leans against him, and the two boys are left enveloped by silence. Around them the sky is colored red with the setting sun, and the preponderance buy brass, while the mountains blend with the woods and the sky in a single dark. The music that accompanies Giuli, however, has a more pronounced rhythm, lively, and the darkness is a kind but greedy ogre who eats everything but every evening she and what she touches, so exaggerating with his cosmic binge that I could not hold all that food for a few hours. How many sleepless hours as a child, before realizing it was safe for at least THAT ' ogre. The pace of Steva instead is that of a distant lullaby, while the night is a mother calls her children covering with a blanket of velvet dotted with gold and silver. Now, the valley has completely disappeared. Around and below them, the guys feel a huge void as from a stone of Valhalla or a carpet from "A Thousand and One Nights," and it is so, in the air, here and there on that dark dotted with clusters of silvery notes, galaxies of stars that only Their color is more golden light worldly recognized as posing as heavenly. - What a liar! - Says affectionately Giuli, in a pianissimo in which they feel the quivering laughter and sympathy he feels for the human presence that makes like the Earth to Heaven. Steva looks and does not understand, smiled, but she does not notice that nothing else is, and the boy turns back to look at the sparkling jewels that dot the deck at night, the most distant silver and gold ones beneath them. While walking along the road back towards the village built on the small plateau that is like a big step on the side of the mountain pink in the sunset, the melody of the entire orchestra wraps them up, and the pace comfortable with where the two The move is certain rhythmic background xylophone, as their heels and try to move silently, intently listening to the chorus of nocturnal insects, which accompanies the melody. In one way or another, the night has always made it their base rate of the same for both, at least until the two boys have not fallen into a sleep that Giuli is full of colorful dreams and improbable events, while Steva is almost always black and only sometimes, to tell the story, and in black and white, in comforting dreams of desire that make it similar to a child. Here: already in the morning light filters through the curtains of white lace with the sound of mysterious syringe Pan, drawing arabesques like a mirage on the wall opposite the window, lingering to caress Steva and do tickled Giuli, whose bright eyes are now pinned on the young ones still veiled, still, quiet, tightly wrapped in swaddling clothes as a baby from the spider's web of night. The rhythm of his heart, yet calm and slow, is increasingly animating, with some effort of will, to accompany that bright and cheerful laughter of the girl. At the sound of a ancient melody of the syringe, the young satyr chasing game for the nymph who just wants to be caught in the shower together, both enveloped by the silky veil water flows freely the excessive heat of 'love the very moment it is formed. Giuli and Steva declined to self-service of the hotel for breakfast, stopping a moment at the door as if seeking the courage to join the fray. All are grabbing as much of fresh bread sprinkled with butter, jam or honey in the mountains, and fill several times their cups of milk or the like was the first meal after a long time, and seem hungry cubs gathered around to a large bowl, eat the food while keeping an eye on neighbors to swallow large portions. It almost seems to hear, among the great voices, muffled little growls, as if a musician too young and excited to take an occasional false note in this little melody almost warlike. With the quick intervention of a powerful trombone whose notes appear for a moment overwhelm the liquid sound of the harp, and they assume the role of a solo instrument in the symphony that is not its responsibility, a woman pulls the last sandwich from the hands of Giuli, then with eyes looking outraged. In the face of an old person she did not protest, but the sounds liquids, waterfall source, issued by the stringed instrument, appear to be imitating, mocking, the musical phrase that the bulk of breath just played with his voice booming. The girl returns to the table, sitting down to eat almost amused, but the incident has clouded the boy. To sound excited and a little 'shrill pipe, meet the serene notes of the harp, in a large solo that smacks of youth, health, boundless space and time, while the whole orchestra is silent to listen. The short piece fits in the symphony as a precious stone in its bezel, but the sound of the flute solo that goes on with an upset is not an answer but only the continuation of a monologue, in the same colored stone bezel. - We go down into the valley and arrive at ... what's his name? To the lake, in short .- proposes then to distract her, and her blue eyes seem to draw in the famous lake which merges with the clouds along the mountains to which feet lies: a gift from Fata Morgana that brings a smile to the face of the boy, while the reason for the melody is carefree and arrogant enriching the rumbling echo of the noise of the bike that loves Stephen, and who knows the patient and faithful waiting in the dark well dall'indiscrezione repaired and the rudeness of others from their burkas waterproof. At the garage, the boy stands on the person and turns off the bike with a gesture full of loving pride. Looks up a moment, I caress the aggressive profile, and monitor oil and fuel talking (talking) in a low voice. Finally, open the rear top box and receiving a helmet for the girl and one for himself, and wearing their lenses and belting and dignified gestures were those who imagined a knight's intent to wear the helmet first to ride his horse. The suit motorcyclist and his armor makes him feel like a Black Knight who evidently has managed to kidnap Bradamante, whose admiring gaze feels behind his back. now, even Giuli wore the helmet and connected, and is glad it is full also because he feels his own eyes as a mask, free to express the fun po'intenerito a somewhat 'exaggerated evidence that before the young man strutting rooster that walks by pump himself, and is useful as a car lover. The girl stifles a giggle into a cough. The motion Steva down along the steep, narrow hairpin bends at a speed that the rise of Giuli has long made it reasonable. It is not only less dangerous, but less annoying than it was usual to Steva : in this way, the engine noise is a bit 'more discreet and the girl can feel like a drum bottom two or three dimensions temporarily intensifying the pace of the symphony. For the boy instead, that sound is always predominant, a charming solo which silences any other instrument. Once downstream Steva stop the bike in a parking fee, the check again, takes off his helmet with a large elegant gesture, resisting the urge to bow to Giuli for fear that she I do not understand that it is only a game (it is, is not it?), then places the two helmets in their custody. While Giuli She smooths her hair and shakes her finger, Steva covers the bike with the burka who pulled out of a trunk side and look for the guardian, by registered mail with a tip of the safety of its jewel . The two boys were on their way to the lift, while the phantom sound of the bike disappears from the mind of Steva , replaced by soft choir of the fir trees in the wind, accompanied by squeaking by mocking metallophone of seats that move on themselves all day, never going anywhere. Steva chose a double seat, to have room for the bag, and Giuli is running ahead of that now kicks emphatically, waving as the basis for a long time, mimicking the exaggerated gestures of farewell a silent film, affecting a desperation to abandon that suddenly disappears as soon as she is dangling in the air a bit 'after him. Then the music melodramatic turns into something fun and playful, while Giuli laughs and sends the friend a kiss on the tips of your fingers. Steva has returned the kiss to his lips, a bit 'annoyed and ashamed for the "scripted" by Giuli (that reckless, that at times), and now he is quick to look ahead to the rising slope making it seem just a bit 'high those seats that seem so unstable. In that it does not show up anything but pine, Giuli instead closed his eyes, as if trying to grasp the meaning of the words that the trees whisper in the wind singing, although it is certain that they not for men, but the trees themselves or their children, the seeds flying on Alisei .... The sound of metallophone mad that increased volume of overlapping singing in the trees, prepared Giuli the "landing", and she accepts the hand that gives her Steva , hurry up then get up by way of the seats. The two boys are moving away at a brisk pace by the shouting of tourists and the pasture turned into inn-diner, whose ancient singing ministry has taken on more modern rhythms that seem to attract people like insects flypaper. That symphony, protagonists woodwinds, spreads in the air with a cheerful pleasant but the excessive volume and, alas, not adjustable, pushes Giuli to follow Steva who wants to escape a rather cacophonous sound that seems to wrap on all sides. And finally are far away, in a soothing melody for woodwinds played by the wind in an andante that is done with panache when includes the liquid sound of the harp and springy, and a source of fresh water that gushes breaks on the steps of rock into a thousand droplets. A powerful and unexpected trumpet solo fills the air, while a mighty wind s'ingolfa in a deep split in the Mt. The two boys go on to a small clearing among the heather, stopping to look not only every gentian, each negrittella , edelweiss, every check that they have seen in the grass like a little color variation in the main melody, but each peak where you could find fanciful forms like a cloud. now the goal, Steva widens the blanket that took away from the bag and it lies next to the girl watching her for a while, fascinated by both, and get rid of the clouds that seem to be their only mates, the intervention of a choir softly with his mouth closed. Then everything disappears and the visual field of one only extends to the other while making love with a calm and slowly allow themselves to bask in which almost at the peak of the crescendo to that melody for two. Steva you sat up, a little 'softly, stretching. Her face solemn and as inspired, with the tone of a communication, it seems, the whole world, promise the revelation of a secret and mysterious in the central mystery of life: - I'm hungry - he announces with deep seriousness. She huffs and closes eyes for a moment, then looks at him sitting up on his elbows: - But my greatest treasure, - says in a tone slightly sore- you got to give a packed lunch for both of us, is not it? - Yes! But ... - ... but I think we want to serve you, eh? - There is no question - he protests, stubborn - I'm tired at the end, my Uri! You do not want refuse to be my rest of the warrior, eh? She's a slap spring not quite playful and gets up. He placed the cloth on the grass of nonwoven fabric, downloaded the lot of the food it contained. It is now up and his eyes sparkle with mischief as she took to sway, sketching a belly dance that, as clumsy, transforms the movement of her hips in something else, something more intimate and mischievous. He pulls down: - Stop it, otherwise ... but I really too hungry now! Steva Giuli and eat, and still do love, and then walk, and then have a snack, and then stop again, while the day around them becomes increasingly dark and windy. The descent is different from the climb. After spending a few empty seats, Giuli rooms before, and the boy follows her trying to fix his attention on her back and curled on the red flag and overbearing that frames the face: he suffers from vertigo, he, not so much here, just a little. From the top of the plant, you see a picture-postcard so well known wonder of its real beauty. The long road marked through the trees from the cables of the lift seems to end in a lake that seems to be just invented that particular shade of blue called "blue" and that spark is still under a sun already sleepy. In those brief moments, Giuli feels that the lucky lady of the miniature world of the landscape that Corot , and would continue to soar like a bird, as a gull-winged still in the air flow upward. Instead, while the seat goes down fast, the details in the center expand rapidly, pushing everything else out of the visual field. Down to earth, Giuli now stop looking at the lake to save a Steva the humiliation of showing her fear, as it descends dall'addetto helped. The two boys eat a pizza with your hands, smeared his face and laughing with each other. They sat next to the bike, but not before Steva 's has discovered and lovingly reviewed a solo lullaby. Finally, the two telescoping jackets and helmets, for the return in the cool of the evening that despite everything, in summer, is already being felt. Every so often, and is not yet realized , music staff from which they feel enveloped is marked by the tolling heavy and dark, fewer and fewer, a bell attached to some kind of hidden clock. Steva goes away for a moment and stops next to a girl Giuli, watching him walk. - Bello - murmured with envy sad and resigned - is yours? Giuli silent a moment before answering, looking at each other puzzled. - ... I do not know. I hope not. - then ends suddenly, sounding surprised and as a question. The other looks at her with an expression of conscious, from woman to woman: - Sin. - He says - I wonder how it always is ... or us or them. Mah! If one of you should serve a shoulder to cry on and a friendly ear, the hostel I'm like you, even though I've never noticed. The girl away while back Steva : - What the hell did that? - Sullen growls - and broke it's said that we do not need anyone? The sound of the flute and the harp responds petulantly protested with a note that is like a groan: - You do not like people, right? - - I do not know what to do with it. We are well on their own. - OK, but it's also nice to let a little and then meet again and a lot to tell, it's also nice to share with friends of their time together ... - If you are already sick of me, say it. - But no! It's just that ... it does not matter. For once, Steva seems almost feel like a false note in the symphony that surrounds them. And Giuli if they have noticed? The feeling, too? No, it is all nonsense, they say the boy with a worried shrug. These two understand each other perfectly. Or not? While the bike rumbles along the climb back, the melody is made sweet, nostalgic, as a harbinger of late summer in the evening already so fresh. On impulse, Giuli tap on the back of Steva which stops immediately agreed to that signal. Moreover, they are halfway to the fountain where the water cool and smooth and clean seems to them the most refreshing of Trentino. In ciangottio echoes the sound of water as always would be, in a lyrical allegretto that Giuli has instead lost along the way and wants to recapture. Even Steva listens and the jet breaks up with his hands numb from the cold to be told, laughing in time with the rhythmic murmur of flowing water in the basin of stone. The two boys come in time for the great feast of dinner, a little 'more civilized than that of breakfast for all guests to their table waiting for the attendants that the soup steaming cup on the plate. The piece metal that is in the air and slamming into the dishes and cutlery in the screams and laughter of people, smile Giuli to an unconscious association of ideas: - Do you like metal , Steva ? - - The metal ?! I ?! joke, right ? The metal is just a cacophonous collection of random notes and annoying, like the noise that is here now. But you did not like Lennon ?! - I like good music - murmurs Giuli lowering his head. After a short walk in the evening on which the sound of silence, interrupted only by a grim toll of the bell, fell deafening, the two boys fall into the room, while a poignant song pushes them into each other's arms never bring it along to fill, and thus unnecessarily. And, finally, a roll at the two ends of the bed, as two boats which depart in opposite directions after they met in the open sea in an interlude hard and aggressive rock that has for the first time left visible signs on the purity of their skin and that was the 'boarding and the storm raised by the battery, from the trumpets and guitars, while the harp and the flute had been silent, lost in themselves. Stephen would complain, but the hum is born and dies, indistinct. Now, he too clear to what Julia was obvious for some time: that no one , but two symphonies were wrapped and had accompanied them, and that this was the poignant conclusion, in decreasing , a melody than ever now as the two boys had clearly seen as consisting of two parallel and separate tracks can not be integrated into each other. Yet, in their continuing to meet, those two songs were so different at times come to overlap for a simple case, even giving the impression of giving a complete and Stefano Giulia and the fleeting illusion of a single symphony , for flute, harp and orchestra .

What To Write If Someone Just Had A Baby

43 years

Happy Birthday Dad!

(this is my gift, a portrait-at some point, the rose is finished I have used so many beautiful colors!)

Ale Linh

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Stork arriving

I belong to formalize the good news, but now I want to "scream" my joy, my little sister (yes, because for me arrived yesterday at home in his wheelchair pink) and I became mom aunt.

Francesca returned from Vietnam gave to his tale Ale so I thought I'd write the first lines of that of my grandson.

"There was a time a prince and a princess, and they were young pe r this even without a kingdom and reign on which on which people watch, had great wealth, but immense dreams and many projects for the future, they loved each other so much and happy with their love VIVEN awaiting their fate is manifested.

You know, the fate sometimes surprises even Princes and Princesses, so in a beautiful summer evening and Francesco Francesca received a visit from an old Stork (the Stork clumsy)

announcement that 'they would soon become King and Queen and a small inheritance that was growing in the womb of the princess.

the two lovers immediately understood that disclosure would mark the beginning of their fortune, that it was The first wonderful project that awaited them!

And so it was, the months passed, u n beautiful castle was built to accommodate the baby

and tummy while the Princess grew ..... ....."

The rest will write together.

The clumsy stork has made another great gift not only to prospective parents but also grandparents (my dad says it will soon become tris grandfather-in-grandchildren including also the brother of incoming Ale that awaits us in Ethiopia), my puppy (who will a little cousin to play with trains and planes) and of course we future uncles.

I love you sister!

Michael

Ale nb there are big changes coming, soon become cousin and brother!

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Empathy

I tried to be a loving mother and at the same time rigorous, convinced that the little darlings would have satisfied the rules your heart and your mind in preparation for life.

I was proud of my way to being a mother, convinced that even in moderation feelings made sense.

I was convinced that he understood the meaning of empathy, a term often used in courses pre and post adoption. I was convinced

to be a good mother, or at least do my best to be.

Then you woke up last night and to avoid visiting a Latvian father-mother (which happens often lately), I ran into thy closet, and I supported his head on your pillow while remaining out of bed, have continued to move until I'm lying next to you.

In those ten minutes, in a kind of film, I saw all the times in which I criticized a whim not too large, I have not played with you, with supporting commitments of various kinds, I have not picked up and I told you to walk, I demanded from you an education and a penalty which may not be your 4 years.

Last night I realized that empathy is not to think to understand your moods, but try it.

Last night I felt the "pain" that you may have felt for each of the behaviors that I wrote, the "sense of rejection" that I sent you just for not having given more than cuddle or a kind word instead of a scream.

I repeat often to your father "Smile, it costs nothing to you, I change the day."

I with you I did, I realized having you denied the same things that are missing to me.

So I promise that from now on I will try to keep two separate plans, rules-which however should not miss-and way of teaching.

Why a smile more, plus a caress, a kind word to those who are asked are cheap and offer a lot to those who receive it!

I love you!

Mother

nb Gilmore imperfect!

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haiku winter snow

Kisses
With pitiful width
Spande winter. ************************

year is cold. The woodpecker has

against my dark cowl. ************************

Ronfi
the stove and the firewood sing
Suns away.

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haiku of touch

rough
Scrolls on the sand barefoot.
Silky. **********************

on my legs
A
S'accarezza shameless cat and goes. **********************

takes throat
A triangle of skin
At the bottom of her stomach.

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haiku

taste fills the mouth
Bitter taste of salt.
has run loose the curl. ********************* In the pine forest


tickles the tongue
Odor of mint. *********************

Bitter taste of coffee morning

Salt in the air.

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haiku me


little haiku of a moment of life
nice gift. *********************

soles of wind. In light luggage

traces of ink. *********************

White Gull

seem to live only for sailing.

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In the album of memories

months I run fast, so here I am, once again, do not forget to write.

Games and Toys : trains at this time, you are transported into the world of imagination for at least two years of your life, have been a bit 'part to make room for "Areia" (yes This little word does not even want to "fix") with those you can not only travel to places even more distant, but closer to the stars and to the rainbow-like design that you chose to do on the walls of new bedroom. "

You love so much look at books and listen to the tales that my father and I will have brought in a bookstore, to attend the reading of fairy tales, then the library, and now you have your membership card and everything is beautiful when you choose the books to be excited take home, put them in your little bag and say "we're going to pay for books with the card ?!"(- I think you're convinced that it is an ATM, but that's okay too).

I really like "Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs," but you have some fear of " catttiva stepmother, who fell into the ravine and died" (when watching the DVD and she makes her appearance always want someone close to you), you would like to conclude all the stories with " and they lived happily forever.

Even Shrek you enjoy it so much and I always say that are as beautiful as Princess Fiona (hopefully not when it is ogress!) after seeing their wedding you wanted to tell you about our and our first kiss of true love.

Sheet and colors can not always be, beautiful landscape designs and also the first people you like bright colors and brillanti.Hai resumed playing with stuffed animals (including the Teletubbies) and we finally found "Rolando", the companion of the 'Ocon Sgangherona "make them sit at the table and prepare for their delicious lunches.

Language and autonomy, not only to start being a little man physically (tall are 1 meter), but uses also of great expressions: "No, thank you!", "I told you so!" .... and many other licks that make you smile on the one hand, the other is a clear expression of good temper quickly.

Sai count to 40 and recognize numbers you enjoy the street, at home, at the supermarket, when you see a number all proud read it.

You learned the days of the week with this rhyme, (which felt emotion play!)
" Monday manhole manhole

Tuesday pocketed the sheep

comes out Wednesday,

Pio Pio is Thursday, Friday
what a beautiful chick,

pick Saturday, the sow

Sunday morning has its crest!

Then in an autumn afternoon I heard repeated low This item:

"The green leaves
and new hair color will
yellow, green, ocher and brown
per leaf variation
then fly
and the tree will be bare "

We gave the final farewell to the diaper-using only for the poo-and you are fierce, and now you feel great.

started to undress and dress himself.

Cuddles : Do you like watching TV clinch tight, willingly sleep with her grandparents and Aunt Fran and Franci and adored uncle and aunt and uncle Luca Rosi.
For the rest it's always you every single day, every day a wonderful gift!

The father and mother

errata: Today, November 7, you learned to say air, on the other hand you say you like the pasta to the "rest"!