something about that girl

"I am special" the little girl said "I can understand animals."
"huh?" someone looked at her " oh sweet honey pie, and what kind of animals?"
"just one, I can understand humans. I'm able to understand human behaviour."
Then usually a polite smile, and everyone went away, leaving the little girl who could understand humans alone.
But she was able to understand humanity 's behaviour, and so she always understood why she was alone :
this is the reason why none believed that she was special; they thought that she was just a child that made stupid child joke.
a night she was sleeping in her bed, and a old tired man entered in her peaceful dreams
"hi." she said.
"hello." he answered.
"they said that you can understand humanity's behaviour!"
"yes, it's true!"
"and why none care of you?"
"for the same reason why none would like to have been looking in the eyes : none would like that a little child could understand the most secret things that he had thought, his most hide sides."
"oh, you are right!"
"thanks!"
"so, tell me how do you do what you do?"

"I don't know. I just can understand the human behaviour."

"This is good. I'm the one who CREATED them, and still now I'm trying to understand what they do, where I went wrong!"

55 words story -->threatened<--

"is there anybody going to listen to my story?" the Beatles sang loudly from the radio.
"None." he thought.
this it the reason why he had a gangster corpse in his car.
Now it was burning with the car. "None threat my family.Mafia will exist no longer." self-justice.
he went away.

like children

there's something of a child in the way i look at you.
then a quite smile while you are sleeping,
and i come back to the reality.
i turn on the other side
and fall asleep.
every morning when i open my eyes
i find your ones.
and you say
"i feel like a child looking at you, while you are sleeping"
and i smile
and together we restart to play with our life
like children

down in the valley

endless.

looking the river flowing down in the valley,

i feel the world inside me.

we are a part of the universe,

it breathe with us,

it smile with us

and cry with us.

endless.

the wind through my hair.

close my eyes and now i can feel.

endless.

i let the wind carry me on

and i blow away, left my body behind

i can fly away, I'm the endless wind.

fabulous friday 9/5

last day at school, before the christmas holidays..

in italy for the last week before the holidays we do not study in our regular way: the students organize meeting with external speaker where can attend from 50 to 150 students...!!!

and sometimes this days are soooo boring, because teacher cannot do anything: no test, no oral interviews, no homework, and it's ok...but we really don't know what to do during our 5 lessons hours!!!
during one of these days some friends from other classes, some classmates of mine and I organized a funny joke.
it was our philosophy lesson, whit one of the most funny teacher of my school, we were doing nothing, talking about politics and things like that.
a boy entered in our class, looked at our teacher and then politely said :" I'm looking for a toaster. is there anybody that have one??"
my teacher was shocked, but before he could say a world a friends of mine stood up and said:"yes of course!!" then picked up his toaster and gave it to the boy that went away.two minuets later came a girl :" hey guys, i really need for an hairdryer, do you have one?"
it was a sunny and quite hot day for the Italian winter, so what reason cuold have the girl for looking for an hairdryer, with her hair completely dry?!
our teacher cannot believe that another classmate of mine stoop up, with a big hairdryer, saying :"of course honey!!"
after taht entered boys and girl looking for : lamps, computers, a Guernica's picture, the volume E of an intalian encyclopedia, and an italian flag!
every time a different person stood up and gave the object request to the person.
when the bell rang uor teacher stood up but before leave the class he said:
"hey guys, for tomorrow, i am waiting for the fridge and for the microwave!
good job guys, funny joke!"

fabulous friday 9/12

they thought i was a hero till the last day i was there, but nothing I've done was a super action...

I was born like all the other man, my mum wasn't a special person, she was my mum, a waitress and a woman, with all the problems that a lonely woman could have in the '60....

my dad died for cancer!!! I as only 15: too many years to forget, not enough to understand...

my mother was the only person i knew very well: she used to say that "usually the right thing to do is not the easiest one...!!!"

when I was 20 I met her, and few months later we got married and then arrived Andrea & Mattia. We moved far away from my born city, it wasn't a place where grow up a happy family.
I had a little shop, not very good, so we used to live with nothing but our love and monthly $300.
then they started t want my money, threaten, my family, and disturb my business looking for money, power and blood!
I learned for all the people who died fighting them that one person can make a difference, stand up against Mafia, stand up for our RIGHTS!
they took me everything, my wife, my children, my honor, my life, but what they cannot do is make us silent, they cannot fight the idea that everyone deserves a better world!

my earliest memory of my mother is....

i was just 11 months old....i was hugging her neck, we were in our holiday house in Alto Adige, a small region in North Italy, near Austria!!!

she was walking in the corridor, trying to make me sleep. i had just finish my dinner, but i didn't want to sleep at all...!!

my aunt was cooking: usually the cook together, but that evening i was completely awake, so my mum couldn't cook with her. however, my aunt sometimes came to her asking what she should do with some meal...!!!

and my mother was walking slowly, singing something just to make me fell asleep....

thanks mamy...!!!!!=)

the things that i hate most....

usually is my boy that completely irritate me!!XD

he knows that i hate when someone say:i know something but i cannot the you" or "i know something that you should know, but I'm not sure that i can tell you..." or "today it's happened a very funny thing but now i have no time to tell you...!!!!" or things like that: he knows that I'm too much curious and i wanna know EVERYTHING!!!!!

an other thing i hate is when someone knows that i really want something, like hugs or hear an "i love you" without a reason, just because it true, and knowing what i want however they do not hugs me, or say the 3 simple words i want..!!!!

of curse my boy is a champion in this: he never tells me something when he knows I'm waiting for it, but he usually saves himself telling me what i love hearing when can catch me completely surprise!!!!!

continuing with the things i hate he's always the best...:P : he makes me saying things when he knows it would embarrass me, and this is the reason why i never lose my smile while I'm with him, we love joking on us, on the stupid little thing we hate most...!!!XD

but why he does all the thing i hate most?? just because he says that I'm, soooooo nice when I'm angry or embarrassed...... another thing i really hate!!!!!!XD

lucky when he does one oh this things he knows when stop & that usually I smile on my stupid little HATES!!!!!! =)

how was my name chosen...

when i was born my brother was 15 years old, and my sister was 9
so they pretended to help my parents choosing my name!!my brother would like to call me Roberta,
my mother's choice was Sara,
my father's one was Barbara
and my sister's one was Alessandra!!they wrote all the names of four pieces of paper
and then put them in a hat.
My sister was the smallest in the family at that time,
so they chose her to catch the name from the hat.her hand catch a piece of papar...
"SARA"
was the result...!!!but my father hate that name...
soooo...
after a long long discussion,
my father persuaded my mother to re-do the catch from the hat!!!an other time my sister had to pick up a piece of paper
...this time the result...
was ALESSANDRA...
as you can read on my passport...
but only when i was 14 i discovered that when my father came to register me to the registry office
with a comma
( so it doesn't appear on my passport or my ID card)
he also put BARBARA!!!so my real name is Alessandra , Barbara Cuomo
...ABC...
and it's not funny!!!! -.-"

thunderous thursday

none knows why it happened. someone is still trying to give a reason to the murder.
but however she had done it, she denied at first but then she had to admit she was the only blame!!!
someone still suspect of paul, but i know that he is innocent.
but... why is not she in prison?!?!?!?!

good question.

because none know that she is the blame.

i've said that she admitted, but who were there when she confess her murder?!?!

none, just an old silent dog and a sofa'... then she run away!!!!!

in prison there is the other suspected: Paul, because all the proofs conduct to his house, but none knows that he didn't use to live alone.....

he has spent 2 years in prison for a crime he didn't commit just for her, just for save her. but he doesn't know that NONE can save us from ourselves!!!!!!!

this story seemed so similar to a book that i loved very much while i attended the college : "The Hamlet" by William Shakespeare, but everything in different here!!!

however paul will be free in 6 months, at the end the proved that he was completely innocent... and they will start the investigation again.

but they cannot imagine where she is, or why she have done it, but after all everyone knows that in "The Hamlet" Ofelia gets MAD, here our Olivia is our wonderful Ofelia, and right now she is in the cemetery near the white mental house at the end  of the road.... you can find her if you look for Ofelia Hamlet!!! 

how is your upbringing different from your parents?

i don't know here but in italy schools are very different from 35 years ago!!!
when my parents used to go school the relationship with the teachers was more serious than now. they were not friends, they had to educate children and teach them something besides a subject,they had to teach them how to be honest and true!!
now in italy if you want to be a good person you have to be curious, you have to have parents like mine that help you to try different things, to have different experience and go over the common things that our school teaches us.
if you want to be a good person you have to find the real values outside, of if you are lucky you can find one of the few teachers that want to give you the secrets of being a good adult!!!