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The Doom Generation

Doom Generation is a film by Gregg Araki, released in 1995.

The scene opens in a nightclub, the first words uttered by the protagonist (amy blue) are "asshole" and "fuck you". Talk with her boyfriend, Jordan, and, without cocaine, get in the car with him with the intention of losing her virginity, but can not get to the "then" because of an altercation between two boys that involves physically the hood of their car. One of the guys who were beating, Xavier, he sticks it in their car and from that moment began a frenzy of violence including scenes of gore and sex to the limit always most perverse among the three boys up to the menage a trois in a kind of barn.

There is moral for them, nor with regard to sex, or for people that Xavier seems to have killed in cold blood.

In their journey across people who seem to recognize Amy, but every time she does not understand and in turn does not recognize the people he comes in contact.

The rooms vary depending on the mood of the characters, the typical picture of the pulp genre definitely takes the atmosphere of Lynch, Tarantino (and the look of the girl, almost a copy of Mia Wallace) and Oliver Stone ( Natural born killers just came out a year before).

soundtrack pounding and repetitive, is in harmony with fluorescent colors and dreamlike scenes and claustrophobic.

premises where children are seen in the background various placards with slogans "Pray for your soul" and "obey" clear tribute to the famous "they live" by John Carpenter.

Nothing new in the plot, then, but innovation can be read in various allegories that fill the film.

In fact it is a constant metaphor for the struggle between good and evil, the divine and the diabolical. Not for nothing that the skull is a recurring motif in all the details of the film, skull-shaped earrings, with a cigarette brand in the shape of skull, in the car, a skeleton hanging from the rearview mirror.

And yet, the demonic and sacred symbols are wasted, just remember the scene in which Jordan and Amy are about to have sex in the car and the camera takes the rearview mirror which reflects the image of the statue of a madonna ; the devil tattooed Xavier in the vicinity of the penis, and the statue of the Madonna that is reflected in the final scene in which it consumes the death of Jordan.

My opinion is that Jordan is the symbol of the good, is the only one with both parents, the only one who seems to really love Amy, and the only one that raises questions about the meaning of human existence, then the ' to seek only one direction.

Amy rather carried away by the situation, alternately joins with Xavier and Jordan, if his heart is for Jordan, his body wants to Xavier.

The people who seem to recognize it makes sense that Amy symbolizes something that all men seek, but that invariably disappoints them, perhaps the hope, or faith, or happiness.

Xavier on the contrary is evil, corruption, perversion and violence.

the end, only with Amy after the death of Jordan, which probably means that according to the director, is evil to triumph over good. I leave the trailer and enjoy!

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Chris and Annie meet on a lake bordering Switzerland, spend the afternoon together in the nature of a landscape infinitely suggestive.

That shows us that the director after the opening scene, is their life together a few years later, happily married with two children are all of their universe.

happens that one day their children, taken to school by car from Tata, they are victims of a tragic accident that will cause death. Since then it breaks something in the life of the couple that still make it through the death of her children thanks to Chris, his willpower, his motto "never give up." But even as they begin to live for and everything is back to normal, Chris died in a tunnel while trying to rescue a person trapped in the car which had overturned.

The juice of the film begins at the moment: the death of Chris and his life in the hereafter.

He finds himself in his paradise in a painting of his wife, painting depicting this beautiful Swiss landscape in which they had met, and where they dreamed of living the last years of their life together.

His Virgil is a professor of color, Albert, with whom she had been training to become a doctor, the only person that Chris had ever heard in his life.

And as he discovers life in the hereafter, his wife does not stand the pain of losing her husband and decides to commit suicide. Chris thinks he can meet her in heaven, but it is not: the suicides are in another place. "There are no rules," this is what he said Albert, Chris, and then decide that not even hell can separate them: going to take it up again at the cost of staying in hell with her.

I state that I do not like the film "sentimental" or very mushy.

There are two things I loved about this movie infinitely: the scenery, because certainly exceeds any paradise represents imagination, from colors to go with the suggestion of the landscapes and the shots from above, and ideas from various works of literature: the divine comedy, the myth of Orpheus and Eurydice, el'amleto for the title of the film.

Secondly, the relationship between the two characters: a love that is capable of crossing the boundaries of life, so strong that both make sense only together, and the lack of one cancels the other. The children are put in second place to the bond that exists between the two: they are soul mates, nothing can separate them, even hell.

I attract strong feelings, I have no interest in the passions of weak and mediocre.

E 'the grandeur of the film, feelings, pain, nature, making it unique, certainly unique and unrepeatable.

"sometimes people consider impossible things that simply have never seen. "

One film that definitely remain in my heart for life, such as Dead Poets Society, Good Will Hunting and many others beyond the immediate effect and fun short-lived have some deep message will remain in your memory ...

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Follow me and you will have eternal life, but a meaningful life.

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" Anger is a feeling of mental and emotional conflict with the outside world or with ourselves that we control and handle a little worse, because, in anger we are no longer masters of our emotions.
Anger is perceived as other than us, who can take possession of us making us lose the ability to control and use of reason.
There is anger in the idea that we something immoral in the sense that each of us identify with the rational and well educated himself, and refuses to learn how to own the passionate part of the activation of which is always responsible for each other. In fact, the passions of the body are dynamic, that is when the damage is too compressed when they are unleashed unlimited. So the anger
tablet pressing against the walls of our ego with no background in the popular imagination generates cancer, as well as his tripping up pressure, causing the heart attack or stroke.
why the sages have always said that the health of the balance of body and mind are not obtained with the suppression or removal of the passions, but with their measured expression.
For example, it is easy to get angry, they are all capable, but it is not easy and especially not everyone is angry with the right person in the right size, the right way, at the right time and for good cause. It takes intelligence, it is believed that intelligence is something conciliatory, just, good, something essentially opposed to the pulses, while it is only a certain relationship between their impulses.
must take charge of our passions, and, instead of compressing them such as the hypocrisy and common sense have taught us, we express them precisely in the right measure. That we do not see the right size when anger is expressed by the women rather than men, by poor rather than the rich.
Anger, in fact, is a way to reassert themselves and their world of values. But an angry woman is often called a hag, harpy, a hysterical, while the man when he is angry is justified because it is expected to have their reasons. This change in perception between men's and women's anger stems from the idea of \u200b\u200bconvenience to the effect that the woman should be, at any situation sweet, accommodating, indulgent, in a word, "subject". This is why women get angry in a different way from men, preferring to break eye contact and avoid dialogue rather than adequately express their dissent.
Women, more than men cry of anger, and feel guilty for the anger, and because they do not know to respond adequately. And, this shortcoming, there is also an aspect of outcome, which directly express their anger instead of women prefer to resort to slander or social ostracism, or pour out their anger in a person other than that 'caused it and who do not have the courage to face.
But the biggest difference is seen in the reaction of both sexes to the anger aroused by betrayal or abandonment.
The male reaction is mainly on the physical plane, and is expressed with oppression and violence, while the reaction tends to affect women in economic and on the emotional blackmail with their children. This is indicative of a different power situation, the same that exists between rich and poor, between oppressed and oppressors.
males, the rich, the powerful say that anger is an emotion of babies, a sign of weakness because they do not need to be angry because they can get what I want with different means.
But the anger expressed at the right time, in the right way and with the right person can sometimes wingless what you want and strengthen their self-esteem, but for this you need the right size, the very virtues that anger tends to shatter.
Otherwise, we must understand the power of emotion, so that the deprecation of the anger hidden injustice, and respect for good manners hide, to make invisible, the oppression of power. "

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Marco was thinking of a song.

The song said "it is difficult mention the ghosts of a mind."

Lying in bed, half covered by the sheet, her face turned toward the woman they already could not remember the name.

He took a slight feeling of nausea, not for her she was beautiful and without fault, but just for him.

He dressed quickly and left on the table to pay € 10 by taxi.

car thought to his wife at home waiting for him with dinner almost ready.

He thought of the last ten years together, retraced my mind the film of his life with her unforgettable moments from the sleepless nights because of the children, fighting over the silliest reasons and whenever he felt a worm when, after he cheated on her, if she returned home, pretending nothing had happened.

the rest could not be said that he had not tried to stop, psychologists, psychoanalysts, religion ...

He thought the first time with her, which filled him so much that I can not think of something else: her, His genius, her grace, her beauty. Because he had begun to betray her? What had happened? She's not enough anymore? That was not the right one for him? Bullshit. She was his soul mate, would rather die than live without her. He grew up without parents, not in the literal sense, his parents had lived with him until he was married. There had been economically. They had maintained they had paid for his studies had taught him things as morality, independence, economy, education and so on.

There had been when he needed a hug.

Even when he had to decide his future, his dreams aside and taking the easy way.

And all the other difficult moments in his adolescence, he had managed to forget and did not want to remember.

They were his parents and he would have loved them always, but she had become the they had not been for him.

self-sufficient is something innate. Either we are born or can not do anything. And he is not enough, needed a reason to live, someone to be helpful, someone who loved him as he was unable to love.

She was also this: a reason to life.

He thought how beautiful she was even now on the threshold of forty, his smile, his lips, his gentleness and empathy with which compensated for the cold and strong character of Mark.

The truly loved, you and only you. The others were just heroin. It is not tied with the women they never had sex, it never saw them for more than two Sometimes he was sure that what for him was nothing more than a physical act for its own sake. But it was not a justification, for he knew that people like him there are no excuses.

cursed every time his nature, because otherwise it was not, that women need to possess in order to feel satisfied, to feel seen, to hear that someone else wanted it.

Everyone has their own drugs, and he, apart from the classic joints with friends during high school, had never tried hard drugs. He preferred the opium derivatives, but the many stories about him had always held dall'iniettarsene toxic dose. And then its drug was different.

He wondered if it was worse with some other birth defect. It was better to be an alcoholic or have a habit of betraying the person you love?

Stop, of course I had tried. He was worse than before. Worse than closing a junkie in a bunker without heroin without methadone for a week.

He left the head, became irritable, could not work quietly.

His friends were not like him, do not betray those who are married, those were the bachelors by choice.

He wanted to be like them, God, what would have wanted! Do not risk losing the most important thing, the thing he loved to world for a stupid habit that he could not in any way to suppress.

He stopped at the florist to buy a bunch of favorite flowers to his wife and went home.

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"I find that nothing is more admirable sunset," she said, "but on the sea shore, particularly."

"oh.io I love the sea!" Said Mr. Leon.

"and does not seem to you," replied Madame Bovary, "that the spirit of free spaces on the boundless expanse contemplation of which elevates the soul and gives ideas of infinity, in perfect? \u200b\u200b"

" The same thing happens with the landscapes of mountains, "continued Leon. "I told my cousin, who last year made a trip to Switzerland, which you can not even imagine the poetry of those lakes, the charm of the waterfalls, the effect produced by huge glaciers. You can see a pine incredible greatness thrown through the streams, cottages suspended over precipices, and a thousand feet below you, whole valleys when the clouds disappear. Shows to inspire, be prepared to prayer, to ecstasy! So much so that I do not wonder at all that famous musician who better to stimulate the imagination was in the habit of going to play the piano before some imposing landscape. "

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" just like me, "said Leon. "What's better actually, that sit in the evening by the fire with a good book in hand, while the wind beat against the shutters and the burning light of the lamp?"

"It seems so to you? "Emma said, staring with his eyes wide open blacks.

"Do not think of anything," continued the young man, "and pass the hours. Without stepping through it imaginary countries and thought, intertwined with fantasy, or is lost in the details nicely follows the contours of every adventure. Mingles with the characters, as if we beat ourselves in their shoes. "

'It is true! It 'really well, "she said.

"And did you ever," continued Leon, "to find a book in the charge of the fleeting idea that you yourself have had, an image that returns from the past darkly, almost the full revelation of your feelings more intangible? "

" I tried all this, "she said.

"That's why," he said, "I like above all poets. I find that the verses are the cutest of prose, and move more easily to tears. "

"In the long run, however, get tired," continued Emma. "Instead, in this period, especially love stories that are read in one breath, in every page that make you tremble. I hate the characters banal and moderate sentiments, there are already too much in human nature. "

"Indeed," said the clerk, "works that touch the heart turn away, I think, the true purpose of Art. It 'so pleasant, in the midst of the disappointments of life, to return the greeting to the noble characters, with the pure, with images of joy.. "

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Life is beautiful but cruel as a tiger, you can admire
, sometimes caressing,
even try to tame;
but you can not take it too lightly
or you will end up on the wrong side of her teeth

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sublime art and life experiences ...

at that late winter afternoon, a Lucy opened a window on the world.

At 19.30 went to fetch his friend, it was raining and they took two umbrellas.

The medieval streets deserted and full of fog did not seem promising, probably would not find any Tizo willing to sell that night.

Lucy quickly followed him through the alleys and narrow ever darker, until they saw that he opened a door and slipped out in a room that seemed to be no, given the absence of signs or other, who warning of their presence.

She followed him in that place, hesitating.

Entering, he found a counter left immediately in front of the plank scraped chairs that seemed stolen from the house of some poor old man, the first of the tables in the corner like a radiator off the wall, made almost entirely black rust, dirt and dust. The hall, L, was as big as a medium / large home kitchen, and not all was lit: there was, on the right of the bar, a place without light table and a sofa with a few torn and dirty.

The air was stagnant for the smoke and the fact that it was time that they did not ventilate the room. Lucy seemed that every breath was like inhaling the smoke of 10 cigarettes together, and the entire room had no heating.

The people who was inside, seemed to wake up out of some of Stevenson's novel. They were all toxic, ex-convicts and unemployed.

the dynamometer was used to look at a man who gave him no less than 70 years, and that Lucy would have sworn on their identity cards to the maximum 50 marks.

A shabbily dressed man who had every appearance of being Romanian, he was the last table pretending to read a newspaper, the first tables were occupied by a black man whose face was disfigured by a knife; two men in his forties who spoke softly, with the bad hair cut, his hands red from the cold and the clothes that seemed to be taken to the landfill.

At the bar, a brute whose weight will be totaled at least 150 kg, with a shaved head and a single clump at the base of the skull that was sliding down on the leather jacket. He saw the dark area in a boy could have a pretty face, but whose bloodshot eyes were frightened Satan himself.

's friend Lucy had started talking with some of them, and Lucy, still standing at the counter, to avoid meeting the eyes of some of them, stared at the wall, then the TV and pretended to listen.

was clearly uncomfortable, she disliked the air full of smoke and stench of closed

but the most feared, perhaps, was what seemed his attitude towards them if they had watched , they would have understood from his eyes, even his thoughts.

would feel under charge ... maybe you already heard, maybe they were saying to his friend "hey, why did you bring here arrogant little bitch?"

He thought of his parents, what they would do if they had seen in a place like this.

He thought of her friends, if you would be angry, or if you would laugh to see her, so perfect, well dressed, middle-class, in a dirty cellar frequented by people that society tends to dismiss.

In those minutes I think of that people, trying to avoid applying their own categories in which society teaches us to judge people.

did not want wonder why the old man behind the counter was so finished, that guy was a young man, if he went to prison and for what crime.

He found that there was poetry, even in the squalor.

Each had a story to tell, something that would let people like Lucy, with his mouth open.

sure everyone had suffered, or had pain inflicted on others. And he thought of what remained to live in each of them.

If they had dreams or expectations, or if their life was now all over them.

Unable to give answers, he continued to ask questions. He thought that two distance from that place, her house was warm, clean and well furnished, and his little world of days planned future programs, scheduled lives.

A short man at the counter, turned to her and said "hello" smile. She answered with the same smile, and then deny their own thoughts.

The facets of human life, lies the charm of that place, of those people.

Those nuances that Lucy was trying to grasp, because for her knowledge, was one of the reasons life. If there was one thing that Lucy could not stand, it was the superficiality of the people.

For her this was the real sin, together with the superficial assumption, and the environment in which he lived was full of people like that.

thought back to the words of a song: "If there's one thing that is immoral, it's banality."

And that place for someone like her, was far from trivial.

That day, in the mosaic of experiences that made her life would remain forever in relief.

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"If the policeman Salvo D'Acquisto could decide to sacrifice himself for something he believed in, why can not the sacrificial victim of a satanic cult? "

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Sensations ...

Waking up in the air with the scent of coffee was something that was always in a good mood.

the intense aroma of roasted beans in the air expanded gradually losing one's being so intoxicating and becoming more sensitive, reaching to his nostrils a little 'numb from sleep from which they had just emerged .

The fact that she was blind did not prevent her to do household chores like any home-sighted, and although her husband had long proposed to hire a maid, she had always politely declined.

Probably, he also that he loved her, thought-Serena-despite its being so independent that its .. feature. But after all, the blind could not know that that condition gradually get used, and could not realize that in many cases were the likes of Serena to be an advantage.

thought back to that day, a child, where the park picked up a rabbit.

The hair so soft tickling the palm of your hand, gently teased the mustache back and could hear the sound of his heart, muffled, telling her "you see, I have a heart like you."

He was listening to the beat of that little heart on putting down her cheek soft belly of the bunny, and felt happy.

He got out of bed, put his hands on the chair in which to search for her robe, calmly wrapped himself. A chill went down the back, and that began toward the bathroom, got dressed and began her chores.

sons and her husband had left the house. Insert a CD of Beethoven on the stereo and began to listen carefully while cleaning the floor.

was the pastoral, one of his favorite compositions. When there were people in the house he never the music, it was very selfish in this regard, preferring to keep those emotions in themselves. It must have been only she and her music, too intimate a dialogue, only develop between two souls.

Moreover, despite being tolerant nature, could not bear her children on her own husband or offend her music. And then they could not understand ... no one could.

He picked her long hair while those notes came inside her. There was, to disturb the poor having to clean a floor, where she was the symphony the door to heaven.

was the orchestra to make them see the sunset, the clarinet to embellish his horizon with a few white cloud and timid, the crescendo of violins that tinged the sky with purple and magenta and the flutes that blew over the green leaves sprinkled with gold, in a vision so beautiful and wonderful as to be almost unbearable.

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In Balance

IN BALANCE is a program that accompanies the discovery

your balance both physical and internal.

With breathing, the presence and exercises, you can find balance inside and outside the body, opening and relaxing the energy

retained by tension and contractions.

The posture exercises to help your body find its balance physical, so-called "center of gravity, which allows the proper muscular balance and promotes the optimal functioning of the organs , allowing the tensions to dissolve and giving physical comfort and good health.

When the body is in equilibrium, the energies flow better, you feel more active

and is easier to sleep and relax, because stress and tension

are downloaded more easily from a healthy body.

Being "present" during the exercises means listening to the body and feelings, noting what has changed and how we feel when we experience a posture different from the usual. We also see what are the constant pain to which we are accustomed, but which help to make us feel tired, listless, sad or angry.

maintain its presence can continue to see their movements outside of the class and then bring more awareness to themselves and in their lives.

It turns out the vast difference between automatic and conscious action .

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Meditation

Meditation is a state of presence and for every person and living being manifests itself in a very personal way. The meditation and relaxation, essentially. That does not mean immobility, boredom or indifference ... is simply a way of do's and don'ts in a relaxed state, with no worries or concerns. Meditation is to rely, to recognize the connection between things, events and people. Meditation happens when you let go of all the certainties and we rely upon, flowing and dancing with each breath.

There are many meditation techniques, or Active Static, each best suited to contact a certain state, such as energy recovery, listening to a part of the body, relaxation ...

Apply the techniques of meditation is useful for awakening the body, find listening and sensitivity, open channels and dissolve physical and emotional tensions.

Meditation happens at any time, any place while you work ... unfolds like a flower ... and simply, it is.

The next meeting of the Heart Meditation, Tuesday, April 19.

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Dance

... love for your body, let it lead to deepest and most enjoyable experiences of movement and stasis ... in a continuous flow of energy that goes in and out, through and cleans, restores and care ...

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Contact

Touch is a sense ch and involves the entire skin,

the hands as the legs, face, back ...

touch our body with the same sensitivity and attention

allows us to bring love and delicacy,

capability to ease tension, protect,

open to trust, heal, bring joy ...

When we are at peace with our bodies

and we are open to gently

we can go further and expand our boundaries,

exploring the outside with the same sensitivity.

meet so the earth, objects, people

in a gentle fluid movement and delicate

yet so deep and soft.

This is a delicate dance and immense

that expands all of our senses.

The next meeting of Contact, Tuesday, April 12.

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TAROT

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TAROT READING
The Tarot is intended as a tool for growth and support the inner journey of self-knowledge.
individual sessions become an important moment in which to clarify on the parts of us confused and know their inner resources to overcome the ideal moment with awareness.

addition to the readings on time, you can get the cards of the Person:
. Charter Personality
. Charter Character
. Cards of Destiny
. Charter Growth
. Charter Name
can be a complete reading of the Person with cards of Personality, Character, Growth and Name of Charter.
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Divided into parts that create a path of teaching and intuitive knowledge of Tarot, the course teaches Archetypes, symbols, history and meanings of the cards, sending their message of spiritual growth and giving guidance on how to interpret and be guided by them knows ggezza.

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The next event of the Tarot, Sunday, March 27, 2011.

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* Dedicated to the movement, listening to the body, expressing themselves through drawing. *

- When you listen to yourself and choose a color -

- you're choosing how to express what you feel. -

- Drawing is a way to give form to sensations -

- and eventually the design becomes a mirror of you -

- that reflects your essence and you show your quality -

- your resources, the doors to access your desires. -

Pictures of Creative Painting ...

The next meeting of Creative Painting, Friday, April 1.

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Escape

Love fired me and went to live on a desert island!
I'll be Robinson Crusoe!
I'll call you Friday!
Before the cell because I have no exhaust!

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Do not touch my DOG!

One of my passions, which we will not ever have dogs.

When I was little, like all the girls dreamed of a puppy to cuddle, but my battle was getting a long and full of obstacles opposed me because my speech obvious, like "the dog you want, then tap we take care of him. "

Between my father, who preferred a cat (a Carthusian monk) and my mother would have opted for the dog (she had grown up with a beautiful Great Dane) in the end I won and I one day went by "bar", a shelter nearby that maybe now they have shut down.

I remember we were trying to decide between two Husky and half doberman, and in our path around the kennel pitbull was a poor blind man who followed us from far away ... where the eyes of ice I they fear and I ran crying to the terror XD

While I was in a panic because of the pitbull, my mother came out of a cage with a puppy in her arms: was beautiful, the colors of rottweiler dachshund and the muzzle. That was our dog for years ... Even today, when I think of him, I can not hold back the tears. It 'been a faithful dog, reserved, good.
He stood all day in the sun on a wall outside the gate, so that while he could also enjoy getting to be wary of anyone entering our property.

has witnessed the most difficult period of my life, knew all my secrets, and consoled me when I was sad. He heard me play guitar, repeats the lesson, talking on the phone with her friends.

At night he slept on his bed of foam that had my grandmother, and woe to the woman cleaning the next day, he tried to drive him to dust!

winter was lying on the carpet near the fireplace, she loved our house, he loved us, his family.

He left in 2007, showing great dignity even in death: he did not go into hiding somewhere, but let my mother held her paw up to the end.

few years after the adoption of Rex, my uncle brought home Charlie, a white dog that looked more like a pet than a sheep dog puppy. A lamb, soft, sweet and white to the eye.

I have some pictures that I kept on his shoulders, like the shepherds with lambs (and inevitably I was pee on the shoulder). Charlie Rex was different, much more affectionate, more "emotional," more active and playful.

A dog who suffers very little that is considered, which in my family has always happened, that when Rex, my never wanted to enter the house even Charlie (Charlie quite bulky) and have not ever given consideration.

After the death of Rex, I always have fond more to Charlie, and every time my home I do not enter, or go to play in the garden.

When I come home I see him waiting for me on the wall, as did Rex .. seems to smile, and starts barking for joy.

Each Gorno, after lunch, and wash the dishes in the kitchen, he looks at me from the window and waits for me to go to open the door, offering him a few morsels.

E 'intelligent, smart, very good ... and all those who know him say "the missing word."

Rex When he died, we needed another dog that did the guard. I wanted at all costs, a Rottweiler, my favorite race, the one that reminded me more of my little Rex. But my decided to get one at the shelter, so we brought her home Simba and Nala, two dogs who had been abandoned and who remember Rex in all respects.

I see the look in their questioning of Rex, his elegant bearing, his gentleness.

I love my dogs, they are one of the things that I love life more.

never cry in front of the most heartbreaking film, Titanic has never even managed to move me. When I saw Hachiko, I cried so much that I was afraid to feel bad.

This is the story of my dogs, my great love for these furry friends and sweets which they devote their lives to their masters.

But my dream them ... The Rottweiler! And when I have my own house, to realize this dream by adopting two or three!

For the moment, I enjoy the little Simba, Nala and the great Charlie.

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" Linderman: There comes a time when a man has to ask if he wants a happy life or a life full of meaning.
Nathan: I'd like them both.
Linderman: Can not. They are two very different roads. To be truly happy, a man must live fully in this , here and now, no thought to what happened, no thought to what will happen.
But for a meaningful life, a man is condemned to be tormented by his past and the future be osessionato . "

(Heroes, Series 1, ep. 18)

The lack of relativity will remind many readers that this is a place that advertises the lightness of being.

No. As with many other posts, here you are trying to give freedom of choice.
You choose your destiny, happiness can not be anything in life.