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" Winning "

I look in the mirror and smile. I won .

I finish washing my, I wipe my face and I find your eyes from behind the towel and I smile again. In the mirror of my old bathroom, I see finally the look of a man happy. I won.

Esco whistling from the bathroom, and I headed to the bar that takes up my few clothes and choose a new shirt, pants, my shoes are classic, so why I call them and only those must necessarily be comfortable with everything. I won. I feel like that guy stuck to the time of that great church in Rome is, that to which a powerful touched his index finger. They told me that after that he changed his life. I sit on the bed I was also touched by a powerful lady blindfolded. This time the luck has decided to take me by the arm, a man like so many unemployed that seeks to bring together the lunch and dinner with a few odd jobs. But today is different. I won and it is time to go to cash.
But it's too soon, the bank is still closed. But I have time, not having a job also offers some positive side. I try a free bench in the square, and identifies a side opposite to where I am: enjoying the shade of poplar and a nice view of the bank. Perfect. yesterday was a day of activities. Began as my every day, I looked for a job and then find the same in the afternoon with flies in the same handwriting. I sit down to take a quart of white and known a little old man, his eyes drowned in his quart. I have the feeling of seeing me in so many years and feel the need to want to know the future, so I moved to his table. No need to justify my presence, the light of happiness that comes on in the watery eyes is worth a thousand words. Let's talk about sports and politics, just to clarify that the Arbit suffers from chronic short-sightedness and that we would have done far better then the old man hangs. Then again, with the circumspection and the dear old drowns his hand into his pocket and pulls out a portfolio of more experienced than me. Pulls out a separate red circles. Hands it to me with a smile, a tender expression that only older people. I just played , is that good, I said to him. Take it, he insists, I will make you happy as you made me happy today. I try to resist, and I think a good idea to pay for both. But when I get the little bundle of goodness and loneliness is gone, but left on the table the ticket.

I decide to wait for the extraction, so no one is waiting for me at home.

A bicycle passes by me, shown in the square. The bank is open, I get up and slowly through the square, giving a last look at the evening just passed: sitting in front of the television in the bar, happiness has taken shape in six numbers stained black on the ticket, and suddenly my life took the tricycle to travel to high-speed train. I won. Immersed in my I see no thoughts of an oncoming truck, and he does not see me, to hunt down a busy street number, then tell me. And the impact is inevitable.

I wake up in a hospital bed, bruised but in one piece . The coupon is the first thought, I see the wallet on the table and I open it: empty. The nurse sees that I'm awake, I ask for my ticket: I have not found. Stolen, I say, you bastards, I did. Unaware, the nurse smiles at me and tells me: bad accident, you should be happy to be alive. Fate has made her a nice gift , won a second life.

Unaware of the significance of what I said goes away, but at the bottom right. I won a second life, and is still a beautiful win. "

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not just write books! I fixed the gift, for birthdays, a short story that reflects the personality and physical characteristics or character of the person who hit me celebrated.

Here's an example, dedicated to a child born a few months ago:
" eyes that smell like heaven - This world is a big world in which to live. But it is also the big sky above. When I see your smile, small hands, the bright eyes, I think the potential for a small life that comes into the world. As the sky turns out to be different every day, so life turns out differently every day.
One child wrote: Dear Jesus, I did not believe that the purple and orange were good together, but last night I saw the sunset you made, beautiful . So the sky so the life we \u200b\u200bare surprised with shades that did not believe possible, but that get to the heart.
how to watch your eyes that smell like heaven, come straight to the heart. Enjoy those nuances becomes an art, see beyond the mundane approaches, it becomes a living. Look at the sky, dear Greta, look the clouds. amused to discover the many shapes that look like, and you'll understand the joy that lurks behind every thing, every day, the sky offers ways to smile, some of the love that surrounds you, as the One who created heaven , of love around us.
Just look at him with curious eyes and have fun, like yours, that smell like heaven. Good life, dear Greta.

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What is the point of view of a book?

also said the books have a soul . They will also have a point of view? In my opinion, yes.
"Step of darkness shelf on which to laze in a package of wrapping paper. Cheers, someone bought me! I tied around her waist a nice colored ribbon, and I will stick all the pages on each other.
In whose hands will happen? On the way from the shelf at the checkout, try to understand the touch of the fingers that person will bring me home. Then waking dream: to be comfortable in the new library? Who knows who will have as a neighbor? I would not be close to a adventure book, perhaps set in Africa, you know that hot!
But even close to a love story! If they embrace every night, you know who is sleeping. Oh, and if I finish instead of two essays? Maybe in one of philosophy (beard) and a geography (and I wonder if? that figure ..)! O dear me, hopefully good ... Whatever you do, the important thing is that it is a clean library. When understood in those that do not ever dusting, you know that itch. Or worse, if you read once and then end up in oblivion, you know what a drag.
Come on, I move around, I know that we are walking toward the new home .
Hague, who is it that I scratched the cover? Ohhh, yeah, finally out of that paper closely, however, that blonde! But as I browse faster. Calm down, what 'stands fast? But that delicate touch, everything seems to caress me while I browse pages after page.
And now? Slowly, with the plume, which push too hard. Ugh, this mania to make dedications. What has he written? I have to hear one letter at a time, while the impact on my second page: "Reading a book is a bit like the shoes of a magician: I dedicate this little pixie magic to find him, bon voyage, Marina. With a single prayer. These pages do not belong to you, leave them free to travel .
And what does that mean? Oh, no. I ended up in the hands of one of those books that are running the world. And okay, I've always been prone to adventure, I'll see some of the world, both as a book I'm curious, is my nature!
It starts, I put in the bag. Again the dark. Back light: no, no thanks, I do not itch them. But I appreciate the intention, no one thinks that a book can be itchy, especially in those lines that do not flow.
Oibò, that smell of pizza! But where are they? Mica will not leave me here ... and if you tear my sheets and use them as napkins? But no, I'm not a paperback ... Here it is, my mistress. Oh no! E 'already time to say goodbye, right? Hello hello the blond curls, was a real pleasure.
I look around the shelf where I left off. Hey, anybody I see? .

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WORDS AND EMOTIONS dedicated to my daughter Alice

These are the words I dedicated to my daughter Alice , are thoughts and emotions that gave them the ink on the paper form. S the title Life is beautiful.

"Every blade of grass is for at least a drop of morning dew. My drop of dew is the smile that you give me every morning when you awake.

There are so many memories and emotions that flock here on my fingers.

The five moons spent together are full of fragrant smells just like the skin of a newborn can be, soft velvet of your hair, bubbling with happiness as the sound of the ocean that rolls between the shells streaked with joy, your little progress .

I look at you and caress your eyes with auburn hair for life, those flashes of gold glinting in the sun of life.

Those little hands holding strong all the potentialities of life, which is only in its infancy, with you.

blue eyes, deep and sweet, like the boundless ocean of love you transmit when you smile at me happy. And when you meet
the Caterpillar , think of it as a metaphor, because every problem can be transformed into something beautiful, a conquest, not everything that is bad must be dismissed as such. You may miss the beauty of a butterfly.
And when you are to judge a person, think about it, you could find yourself in front of the C appellaio crazy. Eccentric, yes, but basically a good person who just wants to provide a good, hot cup of tea.
And remember to celebrate the birthday non- , because every day is a holiday.
Alice, the story of whose name it is the wish that your mom made you, because you can chase you on your white rabbit, but in the wonderful race of life you do not lose anything of what surrounds you in this world that if you want, you really wonderland. Mother.

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MY TALES

This is a story I wrote for the SS Christmas 2008, is titled Birth, life and ...

"Suddenly a little light . I feel cold. But take shape. I explore my body with the mind, are made up of many points, are thin thin. , a sudden rush, I am so light that start to twirl pushed by the wind. I look up as I leave my cradle a soft cloud. If you look down there are many sparkling lights winking from the streets full of people. I smile, feel good music that comes from there! Everything is close, I understand that my short life is coming to an end. I notice a boy with a red face red from the cold looking up. Eyes half-closed to protect themselves from the whirlwind of my brothers and sisters. I choose him as the final destination of this journey we call life. I look at it as I approach, smiles happily, tongue out as a kind of runway to catch those fresh duvets. And lands on the red nose red with cold and happy excitement. And 'its heat decreeing the end of me. But I die happy lulled by the murmur of his laughter: I melt and I sacrificed the warmth of a child, amazed, looks to make up a snow of tiny flakes of snow, like me.

It all makes sense.

They say that life is too short. But it is the sense that we give to what depth, how we spend and the happiness that we give to others.
Even if they do not know. "

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My Articles

" Nature does nothing "....... USELESS Chinese proverb.
addition to writing books, I have my contacts on a monthly local Hawse, entitled 'Environment and curiosities' . It 's a dream that came true in March 2003 when the monthly local Hawse has agreed to host my words and my thoughts. If you want to read my articles here is the link http://it.wordpress. com / tag / marina-andruccioli /

to know the secrets of Nature, the curiosity of our environment, to emphasize the obvious things, then they are not obvious at all. But most of all to reflect on what surrounds us. An example? You know until the last century the Northern Lights was an inexplicable phenomenon? Because the leaves in autumn change color? Because the seeds germinate? You know that we can not repeat the photosynthesis in the lab? And that can be derived from a corn plastic? And because the pollen fertile only the flower of their own species? To all these questions is answered in my articles .... good read!