We all...
...bleed...
...the same...
...COLOUR!!
mercoledì 12 dicembre 2012
CRISIS: DANGER AND OPPORTUNITY
Wej.ji is a Chinese ideogram and means Crisis.
Wej.ji is composed by two words, Danger and Opportunity...and it's true (as well as amazing): these are the two main ingredients of all the critical moments everyone can face in life. It's up to you, then, to be a real able cook and exploit these elements in order to bring out the light or the darkness.
This is the best way I can find to introduce two dear friends of mine, Anna and Nico, who manage a super-duper shop in Verona, called FOLKS!
When I think and talk about FOLKS I only see their cheerful personalities, which joined together and gave birth to this concept shop during a hard period in terms of economy...in Verona (!!!), one of the most anti-receptive-attitude places all over the world!
Anna and Nico's hard good will and belief, enabled FOLKS to become a huge retail corner in the city!!
What's more (and most important to me): they are NOT ONLY two lovely friends or a sweet couple BUT are a close and great example of how things can be great if you allow the best side of the crisis to emerge!
You're all invited to enter and...feel like home!
www.folksverona.blogspot.com
mercoledì 5 dicembre 2012
THE IMPORTANCE OF A BUZZ
It was my 34th birthday last Monday!!
I had a lovely day with my love and I received lots of messages but every birthday is the occasion for me to remember a dear friend of mine too, who passed away when she was 24.
It was a cold November afternoon when she decided to say "the end".
She was such a nice person, sweet and funny. And was always there for me.
When we met we were 7 and we were schoolmates. That was a new school for me after moving from Brescia to a small town near Verona. She was the first little girl who came to me and said "Hi, welcome"!
She had several physical problems but she was fine in terms of mind, even if she needed a learning support teacher.
We used to spend our time together, both at lesson and recreation: I loved taking care of her and she loved taking care of me.
That year my mother organized a party for my first birthday in that town and I invited all my schoolmates, including her. It was a natural and obvious gesture to me...but years after, her mother confessed that I was the first one who invited her daughter to a party.
I remember she gave me the best present I had that day: a beautiful Hawaiian Barbie!!
When we grew up we changed school, but met again several years after, when we were 16.
In the meantime she became a good girl, but had a sort of torment inside.
She was unsatisfied, even if she masked her state of mind with a smile and funny things to say.
She probably fell in love with someone who did not return...or realized she was not in love with her-self enough.
The world around her was going on and she didn't find her way.
We used to call each other on the phone, just one ring: it was a sort of "Hello, I'm thinking of you".
That afternoon, when I received the terrible news, I cried so much and I was angry too!!
I was not able to stop thinking about how things could be different if only I gave her a buzz as we used to and distract her from all those terrible intentions!!
But I didn't.
Every birthday is the occasion for me to think about my friend Manuela, who was always there for me, who was invited to my 8th birthday and it was a special moment for her because it was her first party.
Every birthday is the occasion for me to remember about Manuela's mother who told me she understood if her daughter was on the phone with me on the basis of her laughs, because I made her happy.
Every birthday is the occasion for me to think about all the nice moments we had together!
R.I.P. my friend and stay close to me!
I had a lovely day with my love and I received lots of messages but every birthday is the occasion for me to remember a dear friend of mine too, who passed away when she was 24.
It was a cold November afternoon when she decided to say "the end".
She was such a nice person, sweet and funny. And was always there for me.
When we met we were 7 and we were schoolmates. That was a new school for me after moving from Brescia to a small town near Verona. She was the first little girl who came to me and said "Hi, welcome"!
She had several physical problems but she was fine in terms of mind, even if she needed a learning support teacher.
We used to spend our time together, both at lesson and recreation: I loved taking care of her and she loved taking care of me.
That year my mother organized a party for my first birthday in that town and I invited all my schoolmates, including her. It was a natural and obvious gesture to me...but years after, her mother confessed that I was the first one who invited her daughter to a party.
I remember she gave me the best present I had that day: a beautiful Hawaiian Barbie!!
When we grew up we changed school, but met again several years after, when we were 16.
In the meantime she became a good girl, but had a sort of torment inside.
She probably fell in love with someone who did not return...or realized she was not in love with her-self enough.
The world around her was going on and she didn't find her way.
We used to call each other on the phone, just one ring: it was a sort of "Hello, I'm thinking of you".
That afternoon, when I received the terrible news, I cried so much and I was angry too!!
I was not able to stop thinking about how things could be different if only I gave her a buzz as we used to and distract her from all those terrible intentions!!
But I didn't.
Every birthday is the occasion for me to think about my friend Manuela, who was always there for me, who was invited to my 8th birthday and it was a special moment for her because it was her first party.
Every birthday is the occasion for me to remember about Manuela's mother who told me she understood if her daughter was on the phone with me on the basis of her laughs, because I made her happy.
Every birthday is the occasion for me to think about all the nice moments we had together!
R.I.P. my friend and stay close to me!
lunedì 26 novembre 2012
NO TO VIOLENCE AGAINST WOMEN
Girlfriends...
Wives...
Ladies you might know...
Women who say that everything is fine...
...but they're hiding a terrible secret...
...and future men!
The 25th November is the day dedicated to say no to violence against women...
LET'S SAY NO EVERYDAY!
venerdì 23 novembre 2012
FREEDOM
The recent death of a 15 year-old gay boy, who hitched up beacause scoffed by his friends at school, moved me and that's why I'd like to suggest you the movie titled BOYS DON'T CRY, based on the true story of Brandon Teena.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brandon_Teena
I hope there will be no more martyrs to make people understand all men are equal and free to love them-selves and anyone they wish to!
Equality is the real way we all born, or at least it should be so!
venerdì 16 novembre 2012
mercoledì 7 novembre 2012
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