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Dawn calmed monsters momentaneamene ID ... it was stormy this morning, rain and waves, wind and cold ... I sleep, I look up at the sky over the lighthouse and see the wake of an airplane plowing this show.

Every day a new dawn.

Andrea.

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sleepless night at the Lighthouse.

thoughts that crowd the mind too quickly to be fixed, a persistent sense of the senseless vigil that leaves no way out.

A glance out the window, from the top of the tower, just below the lantern lit that sends her bright eyes on the horizon, the storm of recent days has given way to a calmer ondegiare water, but the sea has not yet subsided, the sky is still dark, barely lit by a pale reflection of red, a sign of a moon that is going to be at its peak, and you know, when the eye reaches the perfect silver circle tides are restive, the motion of water and do Anime restless, seething with strange silent energy.

unaccounted for, a sense mutation dwells inside, son of past mistakes and frivolities, of broken dreams and lost desires, routes crossed and shipwrecks that they tell one another ... questions, together with images of a distant past that never was made and how it would be poturo of a future just as far, that seems far more elusive, shrouded in sea \u200b\u200bfoam and mist of dreams.

A feeling of change, reconstruction fills up the deepest corner of the Soul, by asking questions that have no immediate answers, but that already lie within, struggling to emerge, to be crisp and clear, but they are lying in 'unconscious, the same place from which our ghosts and our monsters. Evil goblins, generated by 'ID that undermine the body and the psyche, often tortured, even deadly duel to keep these answers impregnable.

Research between what would be, who should be and what could be the search for a fictitious place in the world that it is not clear and that the sextant can be calculated only approximately, so the sky is dark and the stars covered.

But all this does not bring agony, not now, not in this place tonight to declare a truce ee anxiety gives way to the possibilities of tomorrow and to calculate probability of success, a glimpse glimmers of victory.

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We know that nothing is fixed, but rather, everything changes with the speed of a favorable wind that blows the sail and pushes the vessel at full speed on the thirst of the ocean, then turn into a storm that is rolling over and over the hull, but also the face of this ever-changing range of uncertainty, we old sailors know that tomorrow the sun will rise again and return to that new winds blowing towards our direction and we'll be back on deck chart a course lost with the sextant and compass in one hand in the other, thinking of our mothers and fathers, wives and husbands, sons and daughters who are waiting at the entrance of the harbor as every trip, no matter how far, no matter how long.

Although the vessel sank, the lost cargo, they do not care and we will wait forever and even though, ready to greet us with joy and love as the first day.

A whistle echoes from far away ... a mermaid, little points of light ... someone is going home, in this dark night.

That whoever is lost along the Routes and Maps Lost Broken can follow the light of the lantern in the night watches and find the way home.

Andrea.

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For all the old navigators of 'Soul ...

We hide at night for fear of motorists

Of inotipisti

We cats blacks

We are pessimistic

We are the bad thoughts

And we do not have to eat

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Daddy, you were a great hunter

quail and pheasants

Cast out these flies

That does not make me sleep

that make me angry

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How

deep sea

E 'useless

There is more work

There is no decoration

God or whoever he's trying to divide us

to hurt us to let us drown

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With the power of blackmail

He became someone

resurrected the dead

opened his prisons

Block six trains

With their wagons

up for a moment the poor

At a difficult role to maintain

Then he dropped

to cry and scream

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Then the cry alone

became a drum

And the poor like a flash

In the sky safe

began a war to conquer

That joke of land

May his great heart had grown

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But

The land was taken away

including that remained was thrown on him

In building, in a ditch

not remember

Then a history of beating chains

And experimental surgery

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Meanwhile, a mystical

Maybe a Hail

invented the commotion and returned

I agree all the bad memories with

With some damage to the bad

What you saw

deliver a piece of mirror so she could watch

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Meanwhile, the fish From which we all descend

They witnessed the curious

collective drama of this world

What they certainly had to feel bad

and start thinking

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clear that thought bothers

Although

And those who think' dumb as a fish a fish

Indeed

And as the fish is hard to be blocked

Why protect the sea How deep

the sea

course

The leader is not willing to make distinctions

poetic thought as the ocean

You can not stop

You can not fence

So are burning the way they are killing sea

So the sea

are humiliating the sea

So they are bending the sea

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Me, Myself and I: Breath Of

... breathe ...

... I need to breathe.

Andrea.

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cans and golf balls.

A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front, when the class began, he wordlessly picked up a large empty jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls.

He then asked the students if the jar was full They agreed that it was.

The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar, shook it slightly and pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls.

Churches students again if the jar was full they agreed it was.

The professor picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar, of course, the sand filled up everything else.

asked once more if the jar was full and the students responded with an unanimous "yes."

The professor then produced two glasses of wine from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty spaces in the sand, the students laughed.

"Now," said the professor as the laughter subsided, "I recognize that this jar represents your life or the golf balls are the important things: your family, your children, your health, your friends and your passions, things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full.

The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house, car ...

The sand is everything else, the little things.

If you put the sand into the jar first there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls, the same goes for life: If you spend all your time and your energy on the small stuff you will never have room for the things that are important to you.

Pay attention to things that are critical to your happiness, play with your children, enjoy family and parents as long as there are ... Take your partner out to dinner ... and not only on important occasions!

So there will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal.

Take care of the golf balls first, things that really matter.

Set your priorities ... The rest is just sand! "

One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the wine represented.

The professor smiled:" I'm glad you asked, only serves to show that no matter how full it seems the your life, there's always room for a couple of glasses of wine with a friend. "

Andrea.

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the pilot course has been transformed in Lighthouse keeper, a need for renewal, for a need to reinvent itself and especially because the weather has led to a possible evolution, so that the light of the flame in the lantern of the lighthouse was engaged in an effort to preserve and make guide routes and maps lost broken soul.

Welcome to the new course, if you will follow me.

Andrea.