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Perhaps it is of no use, but I've remembered and, in essence, the blog is my heck! And I write about people I like, but you think!
Before the paranoid part of me totally take over, I'm going to explain Codest delirium.
Just today, four months have passed since I met Samuel , and I think I know him for a lifetime! We met on the train, while I went to Pordenone for the presentation of the book by Marco Travaglio and he came home in Mestre, taking the first step in Treviso. To be honest, at first I did not even notice: I was happily watching a DVD on the laptop, just to spend more time in a hurry ... And here occurred the "nasty business" (it's appropriate to say "convict was the video", heheh!).
I therefore pulled out the laptop, which still had a few days of life, I connected the headphones and put on the DVD of the V2 Day of April 25 in Turin. Every now and then I noticed, with the corner of my eye, a guy (Samuel) who was going back and forth to the compartment. While he was there talking to someone, I noticed that explained that I was watching the V-Day Beppe Grillo, whereupon I took off my headphones, I smile and I confirmed. From there, for the duration of the trip, until I got down, we continued to talk about everything as if we knew for a lifetime, under the eyes of an astonished and scandalized his colleague (especially this, I do not remember at all: me told him afterwards, and every so often reminded me yet). As we talked, we exchanged phone numbers and contacts msn, and also gave me the address of its website and that of his brother Matthew (and also his msn). We discovered immediately related to many things, music in the first place (we are both musicians) and we said goodbye, when I arrived at their destination, with the curiosity to go forward in mutual understanding. And so it was. From that trip just four months have passed.
We started to feel on msn with increasing regularity, to hear almost every day, as still happens now. In the meantime, I have met before on msn and then in person, also Matt. We met all three exactly on the afternoon of August 4: I returned from London, I went to visit a friend and I decided to stop somewhere Mestre hours before returning home. A couple of messages to Samuel, and a phone call confirmation, and it was made! We spent a nice afternoon. The first all three together.
Five days later, they came to visit me here in Trieste, and we spent the whole day together: we walked like crazy, turning the city during a rainy day they had planned, and instead was almost perfect: sunny, but not torrid. Needless to say, even during the day we did nothing but talk about anything we could think of ...! That same evening, then went out with Philip crowning ideal for a great day!
Three days after I returned home for the holidays, and I was down to 2 September. Even at that time I kept in contact with Samuel and Matthew on msn almost daily. On September 7th it was my turn to join them in Mestre and spend the whole day with them. This time the weather was not as forgiving as in Trieste, but it did not matter: we were fine. I knew, even better would be revised to say, the parents (they were on that train, and when I did we meet Samuel, only that I did not remember ...). The whole time I felt like a family, I felt as if I knew all of them practically forever: it was a strange feeling (because I had never experienced before) and beautiful. I have seen under my eyes, as well as by what he told me and still tells me during our chat on msn, the extraordinary bond that exists between Samuel and Matthew. Throughout life I have never seen two brothers so close! I felt a great envy for the relationship they have, thinking that now exist, there is between me and Carla, my sister. I enjoyed watching them and for them, but I felt my heart break, thinking about my situation. As we watched an old video of my concerts, when a shot from the cameraman on the public, I have given my parents and the parents of Michael, my pianist at that point, Samuel asked, "Where is your sister?" ... I replied in a tone that I hope seemed natural to limit or colorless, "There." Without another. Luckily, Sam did not make any further questions, otherwise I fear that I would start crying: I had come a lump in the throat of those not indifferent. I kept staring at the screen, as if I continue to follow closely what was happening, but now I no longer saw anything, I thought, how many videos I looked past my concerts with them, they would not have ever seen. But this is not the right time to address the topic, and go forward.
In the last month we saw each other again, we went all three together with Ducati at the Ducati Superbike races to follow. The Ducati had opened the gates to the public of fans and Desmobloggers to spend a day together, follow the races and eventually celebrate, as is the case then two weeks ago when the legendary Bayliss took home the championship in Game 1 and took the title with Ducati manufacturers in the race 2 (making us almost die of a heart attack for a game as only he could do !!!).
Well, we did not lose this opportunity, and we went without thinking twice, having a great time. It is not over here: we will meet again next Sunday also, as I'll go with a mutual friend (known in his Ducati) in Venice, during the marathon, during which musically entertain the audience. Now, you should know that Samuel and Matthew are two musicians of monstrous skill: I got to see them and hear them on video, remaining almost shocked. Just needed to see them live, and here's the perfect opportunity! I look forward to it already this Sunday to hear not only as musicians, but also see them as my friends. The more I advance, the more glad to have entered into my life.
Well ... For four months I know Sam, three little Matthew, and it seems to me, talking about them, talking about childhood friends, as I mentioned! Now, it's not such a thing happen very often right. I feel lucky, because I feel I have found two real friends (another extremely rare, these times). Time will tell, in his ceaseless spending, whether I was right or not ... The

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Congratulations


And so ... There you are. Doctor.
You did, did you graduate, you've come to the end of this long way, certainly not easy. I do not know, from now on, what you do. Perhaps you have not decided even you. Many other possibilities, many other paths appear in front of you: it is only up to you, according to what they really want.
I'm not good to put into words what I feel, so forgive me if sometimes my "speech" stumbles a lot.
constantly think back to the words that you have read the other evening, the words that your mother has decided to entrust to my own voice, and I had met that evening and asked to me to interpret his words, which you believe was the best person to do so, seek guidance on what had written. I found myself to giving voice (when I did not know if I would find myself), thinking that I was not able to tell you nothing but "congratulations", and at first I wanted to make my own words ... But then I chased away the thought absurd as well, you might want, Philip, and you do not know what I want, I'm your friend, and those were the words instead of a mother. I did not know until I arrived at the bottom, if I was really able to say everything. Do not take his eyes off the ticket, although now I knew the speech almost by heart, because I knew that if I looked just for a second my voice would be extinguished in the throat. I can not know everything that was behind those words, perhaps coming to realize something of what I had told you, but I've seen so much of that life, much of that love, that was one step closer to overwhelm me.
After finishing, I could not help but fall silent and "distance themselves", while still present there where I was. I sat where you were first, and you went where I was until a few seconds before, next to your mother, and embraces you while I was tempted to go on tiptoe and drag others with me. Almost did not want to take the picture then I shot anyway, because it was a moment so "private", so I thought that I sebmbrava a forced stop in a photograph. But now I'm glad I did.
I was there, sitting in front of you, and I wanted to cry when your mother hath been raised and came to kiss me in front, but I did not: it was your day, and nothing in the world I would have ruined . I raised my eyes and I just made a quick glance and a grateful smile, but I could not speak, and I immediately lowered his eyes because I still feel teary eyes.
Fortunately, after the commotion, we all have taken up with the "madness", and I returned the Paola ever.
I do not know if you managed to realize in full for two days that you are officially a "doctor" for now if you remember word for word what happened the other day (including megasbronza post-announcement), or if you still have the holes ...
I know you, from this moment on, many things may change. Maybe you'll be here, maybe go somewhere else ... Whatever you do, wherever you go, Phil, I want you to know, for that matter, that among the people for whom you are important, among the people to whom you have given and continue to give so much, I'm here too. I do not know if I've ever been able to give you, as a friend, at least half of what you gave me, but you know that this stubborn and sometimes tattered woman there will always be writing to you. And always continue to love you.
Remember what I wrote you decided to close your blog: "You have good hands, good head, good heart: You will do much! Now more than ever these words seem appropriate.
Now, go to: spread it all Wires'!
Good luck! The

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