Pavullo has turned into a big playground where many young, large and small, have had the opportunity to safely enjoy experiencing new things. 
crowds of young people went from a skiing along the Via Giardini artificial track, to experience the thrill of keeping a rhythm on drums, from performing dribbles a basketball and volleyball to try out dance steps, the engineer in strategies the lady at the table or the cards of the Yu-gi-oh, and then perform exercises in balancing the bicycle, high jump, step, judo, boxing, etc. fit. Truly a mini-Olympics for everyone, in fact there also been strong participation by elementary school children. 
We have witnessed the magnificent sight of the students of the Third F, cheerful and colorful, with African percussion, which followed an intercultural project carried out in schools in collaboration with Vittorio Merlini, Laura D'Alelio and Mahad Sahal. So they turned in for the occasion "Orchestra Baobab, songs and dances, earning a deserved success. 
During the occasion, has also been made available to the public on the 2nd multi-ethnic cookbook drafted by the parents with the help of students, entitled "What to Eat?". The proceeds from the sale of the book is twofold: to enrich the educational offer of the school and to make a donation all'ASEOP Section of Modena, to help sick children confined to hospital. A day 
Pavullo has turned into a big playground where many young, large and small, have had the opportunity to safely enjoy experiencing new things. crowds of young people went from a skiing along the Via Giardini artificial track, to experience the thrill of keeping a rhythm on drums, from performing dribbles a basketball and volleyball to try out dance steps, the engineer in strategies the lady at the table or the cards of the Yu-gi-oh, and then perform exercises in balancing the bicycle, high jump, step, judo, boxing, etc. fit. Truly a mini-Olympics for everyone, in fact there also been strong participation by elementary school children. We have witnessed the magnificent sight of the students of the Third F, cheerful and colorful, with African percussion, which followed an intercultural project carried out in schools in collaboration with Vittorio Merlini, Laura D'Alelio and Mahad Sahal. So they turned in for the occasion "Orchestra Baobab, songs and dances, earning a deserved success. During the occasion, has also been made available to the public on the 2nd multi-ethnic cookbook drafted by the parents with the help of students, entitled "What to Eat?". The proceeds from the sale of the book is twofold: to enrich the educational offer of the school and to make a donation all'ASEOP Section of Modena, to help sick children confined to hospital. A day 
E 'ironic, since I like to be sitting and watching the decay and decline that surround me, as a spectator in disbelief, the tenuous line between outrage and amusement grotesque, things have begun to change. Certainly not before you have fought a debilitating war, unwittingly lost cause. An army to deal with that I have not seen the fearsome weapon we possess: the abysmal ignorance and pervasive. On this there is not much else to say, even too many words were spent with the consequent expenditure of energy and extinction.
E 'an evening of this change, even London. And today I discovered something that I feared has revived instead lost, inaccessible and buried under m existence. Something that felt so remote I had not taken into account and instead could indeed wake up. Unexpectedly.
A click of nesting sublimated into a smile and in an unusual patient waiting. I decided to sit down, as I said, not long ago. With your blessing, unaware that behind your daily life over the years has been deployed in the most marginal and density soaked hides a wisdom that makes unnecessary frills immediately extinguished. I've seen, but most of all, I've heard, what a life I have tried with devouring hunger, in the eyes and movements, and gestures in folds of those I met. Not contemplate that the investigation is only a pretext dialogue, and expression of appreciation that blind eyes and deaf ears are inapplicable since they do not. Include post what is the hidden motive sometimes slipping in the impartiality of aberrant desire.
And once again I am sitting in this position knowingly zen, this time with my legs on your own. Shoots emerge from this land, watered by the cycle of the seasons of my journey. For once the warrior is not going to get violent and voracious speed with what he wanted. The warrior sat: This does not mean that is stationary. The warrior is bringing balance to the energy cycle of the universe and resonating with it. Because the warrior has matured in this land persuasive and ferocious that has deprived and tested every minute of his stay, the fighting technique that needed improvement, so that his life might yet again, change and he might be ready the Great War with new tools and invincible against an enemy that often is not even at his height, and then paradoxically more dangerous and lethal as destabilizing, disorienting, and undermine the man who thinks he's ready.
And now I'm sitting in the middle of the world around us and that we blend it, I realized how to act rashly preclude me once again what they gave up for years.
You are witness of change and evolution watered my own blood, my own wounds and all my demons.
I do not know what the color, smell and the substance of the skin that will show me.
And if I ever showed it to me.
The only thing I know is that now we are both playing a different game.
And we are playing professionally.
E 'ironic, since I like to be sitting and watching the decay and decline that surround me, as a spectator in disbelief, the tenuous line between outrage and amusement grotesque, things have begun to change. Certainly not before you have fought a debilitating war, unwittingly lost cause. An army to deal with that I have not seen the fearsome weapon we possess: the abysmal ignorance and pervasive. On this there is not much else to say, even too many words were spent with the consequent expenditure of energy and extinction.
E 'an evening of this change, even London. And today I discovered something that I feared has revived instead lost, inaccessible and buried under m existence. Something that felt so remote I had not taken into account and instead could indeed wake up. Unexpectedly.
A click of nesting sublimated into a smile and in an unusual patient waiting. I decided to sit down, as I said, not long ago. With your blessing, unaware that behind your daily life over the years has been deployed in the most marginal and density soaked hides a wisdom that makes unnecessary frills immediately extinguished. I've seen, but most of all, I've heard, what a life I have tried with devouring hunger, in the eyes and movements, and gestures in folds of those I met. Not contemplate that the investigation is only a pretext dialogue, and expression of appreciation that blind eyes and deaf ears are inapplicable since they do not. Include post what is the hidden motive sometimes slipping in the impartiality of aberrant desire.
And once again I am sitting in this position knowingly zen, this time with my legs on your own. Shoots emerge from this land, watered by the cycle of the seasons of my journey. For once the warrior is not going to get violent and voracious speed with what he wanted. The warrior sat: This does not mean that is stationary. The warrior is bringing balance to the energy cycle of the universe and resonating with it. Because the warrior has matured in this land persuasive and ferocious that has deprived and tested every minute of his stay, the fighting technique that needed improvement, so that his life might yet again, change and he might be ready the Great War with new tools and invincible against an enemy that often is not even at his height, and then paradoxically more dangerous and lethal as destabilizing, disorienting, and undermine the man who thinks he's ready.
And now I'm sitting in the middle of the world around us and that we blend it, I realized how to act rashly preclude me once again what they gave up for years.
You are witness of change and evolution watered my own blood, my own wounds and all my demons.
I do not know what the color, smell and the substance of the skin that will show me.
And if I ever showed it to me.
The only thing I know is that now we are both playing a different game.
And we are playing professionally.
... read more from her.
I have thirty-one years and I am a journalist. They are a brilliant and eloquent, this is what I have to show the world and they are known.
I have always believed in my dream, and I'm realizing that I knew sooner or later took shape. The premonition of my realization was so real.
As for the other voice that always spoke to me and which I have not wished to hear instead, I still do not know, but I'm facing now.
are also very few days that separate me from my marriage.
And what has been said so far is what is visible.
Ma
I just met a woman with a look that has stopped time.
I just met a woman who I can and I will not ever have.
addition.
What are the invisible demons that dance from early afternoon until sunset, and now I can not explain how she has seen them. I do not know how or why, but she knows me.
We have the key of time, and that key is us: the flexibility of other roles and in the mellows of other morphologies.
I do not know that our bond is unbreakable and that we carefully and patiently diamantino pulled the string on either end that surrounds us until we can once again tap into our humanity.
I do not know who she is.
I do not know what she means to me.
And when you find out, then I will not know anything.
... more.
... read more from her.
I have thirty-one years and I am a journalist. They are a brilliant and eloquent, this is what I have to show the world and they are known.
I have always believed in my dream, and I'm realizing that I knew sooner or later took shape. The premonition of my realization was so real.
As for the other voice that always spoke to me and which I have not wished to hear instead, I still do not know, but I'm facing now.
are also very few days that separate me from my marriage.
And what has been said so far is what is visible.
Ma
I just met a woman with a look that has stopped time.
I just met a woman who I can and I will not ever have.
addition.
What are the invisible demons that dance from early afternoon until sunset, and now I can not explain how she has seen them. I do not know how or why, but she knows me.
We have the key of time, and that key is us: the flexibility of other roles and in the mellows of other morphologies.
I do not know that our bond is unbreakable and that we carefully and patiently diamantino pulled the string on either end that surrounds us until we can once again tap into our humanity.
I do not know who she is.
I do not know what she means to me.
And when you find out, then I will not know anything.
... more.
I do not know who or what I am. Twenty-five years I'm deluding Starla discovering rationally, in steps away from the common definition of human beings which covered meeting. My perception is still crippled, my senses have yet to fully awaken. I'm still convinced, despite being aware of the exceptional nature of my existence, that there is a causal dictated by the intention. Of chance, now I do not know anything because my senses are still babies and my eyes can not see yet.
Anno Domini 2002, in six months, all that was, has started a process loosely, in the form of a karmic encounter. Under the banner of freedom I have just moved away from the demon of constraint: the process of liberation and awareness has just begun.
In an apparent a-causality, through a pretextual and unwanted business trip, I have moved for a while 'from the country where I live and I met a man who has literally ripped the skin that has covered my heart for years. Unexpectedly.
I just found in my heart because I am human and vulnerable and as a meeting can radically change a life. Specifically mine. I recently started listening to a voice in me is making that old space.
I'm back, with the intention but not the "safety" of otherness, to give shape and substance to what he has radically changed my feelings. I started with a close look discintasi during the trip. Although aware of this remote union that does not seal in quotidiniatà , I let myself be swept away by something I recognize as familiar. This to me is new and pervasive; welcome him like every emotion that leaves the ground like lightning: lifeless and aware, for a juncture, to be alive.
not get me wrong: I believe strongly in what I feel, I have heard and that has opened another perception. But the jealousy, I perceive as stifling and limiting tightening, this person, I removed the air. So I walk away from he.
By the time will understand that maybe it was just a premonition of what was to happen and that I was ignorant.
No, the night of October 31 I should not be that party.
For some reason that has crossed oceans of time to find me.
I just thought it would be a different evening.
I did not know that someone else had made the same pilgrimage.
I do not know who or what I am. Twenty-five years I'm deluding Starla discovering rationally, in steps away from the common definition of human beings which covered meeting. My perception is still crippled, my senses have yet to fully awaken. I'm still convinced, despite being aware of the exceptional nature of my existence, that there is a causal dictated by the intention. Of chance, now I do not know anything because my senses are still babies and my eyes can not see yet.
Anno Domini 2002, in six months, all that was, has started a process loosely, in the form of a karmic encounter. Under the banner of freedom I have just moved away from the demon of constraint: the process of liberation and awareness has just begun.
In an apparent a-causality, through a pretextual and unwanted business trip, I have moved for a while 'from the country where I live and I met a man who has literally ripped the skin that has covered my heart for years. Unexpectedly.
I just found in my heart because I am human and vulnerable and as a meeting can radically change a life. Specifically mine. I recently started listening to a voice in me is making that old space.
I'm back, with the intention but not the "safety" of otherness, to give shape and substance to what he has radically changed my feelings. I started with a close look discintasi during the trip. Although aware of this remote union that does not seal in quotidiniatà , I let myself be swept away by something I recognize as familiar. This to me is new and pervasive; welcome him like every emotion that leaves the ground like lightning: lifeless and aware, for a juncture, to be alive.
not get me wrong: I believe strongly in what I feel, I have heard and that has opened another perception. But the jealousy, I perceive as stifling and limiting tightening, this person, I removed the air. So I walk away from he.
By the time will understand that maybe it was just a premonition of what was to happen and that I was ignorant.
No, the night of October 31 I should not be that party.
For some reason that has crossed oceans of time to find me.
I just thought it would be a different evening.
I did not know that someone else had made the same pilgrimage.
