Sample Letter For New Practice

Way pitch of events, each season follows an examination of inner consciousness.
And so opening and closing inventories.
How to fix the cabinet, door after door.
Make room, search for order, to fix what's left to sort.

Finding a place for everything, as you told me.
A place for everything, everything in its place.
And laughed, with that your laughter that looked like a bitter grimace. Why
always going to finish them then, and you? When you find your place?

It was not just the fixed position that you are referring to. For what we hoped, but there was everything else.
My place in the world.
What I determined not to be afraid of making mistakes choice.
Basically this is how it happens when you order.
One thing here, to another. But maybe it's better here.
Giri, move, returns.
And finally belong.

My place in the world is still uncertain, although currently stable.
For the post instead I fixed it in time.
Before your bitter laugh left completely empty your wrinkled face ever.
You stayed here, but I do not blame any more. You
memory of me, but it is a distant memory and empty.
I can not fill with my phrases scattered in half.

Perhaps if I had not fully thought it possible that mine is an exception.
you wonder what happened to the rules.
As in 5 years of insecurity did not understand the purpose of all this take and leave.

the end I changed my mind was me. Trying to find a
place for everything, I ended up randomly to find the right place at the right time.

's so I've become a' exception.
of those rare, that even celebrate May 1 as the first year of work.
real work.
The famous "job."

What do I expect from the future?
What I hope for the future?

That rule is no longer upheld by a single exception. Good

May 1.

One Leg Longer Than The Other Running Shoes

See, I do not really know how to explain ...
E 'there are festivals that celebrate ... you learn that almost out of habit ...
Even when you stop believing that you almost feel guilty not to wish or to skip a date.
Christmas, Easter, birthday, New Year, the anniversary and August.
There are festivals that become addictive and are dragged into our lazy indifference.

I felt and wanted to party and I have owned one and only one.
one of those days where you do not make commitments.
you wake up in the morning and look out waiting for the sun, hoping to be beautiful and last as long as possible.
one of those days that if the phone rings answer to momentum with a wish.

A real party in short, that feeling comes from within, and drag out. Why do you do with other parties.

Where I was born this party was not there. Not that there were no schools were closed or parents at home, but does not really tell what it was that day in late spring that saw us attacking fields and pine forests. It was not clear in April that had happened.
My father spoke of bandits, my grandmother said that policy had never understood.
And I did not understand what is really celebrated.

It all seemed so secret. Distant and mysterious.
In fact, years later I made a pretty big and hard to penetrate and reluctance to get close to those mountains and ravines. Transforming the bandits in my father's rebels for freedom. Put faces to the right place and tidy stories that nobody wanted to do the right way.

Since I live in Milan my party starts at Porta Venezia.
for me, so little used to find the bands, choirs and weeders, every year is a surprise.
A riot of red punctuated by exciting flag, the one that I feel belong to me. Bella
sing hello, and do not be alone to sing like a day in the lobby of the university.

still believe. Remember
yet. And
resist, yet.

As I write, the phone rings.
- So what are you doing tomorrow? -
smiles, and my mom ... "Event"
- Again?! -
Yes, again.