Franchise Letter For Clothes

Invictus

I am the captain of my soul.

Out of the night that covers me,

Black as the pit more 'deep running from pole to pole,

thank whatever gods for my unconquerable soul.

In the grip of circumstances,

I have never pulled back

it 'I cried.

Under the blows of the ax of fate,

My head is bloody,

but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears,

the horror of the shadows,

and the menace of the years

not find me ,

and not find me scared.

It matters not how strait the gate ...

How charged with punishments the scroll.

I am the master of my fate.

I am the captain of my soul.

A beautiful film about brotherhood, on overcoming barriers that are deemed insurmountable, and instead can be overcome by a common passion that can become, however small, the common denominator of a whole nation.

love and pride for their nation, despite everything, feelings are not to be despised.

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I finally RICH!

Come avrete subito capito HO VINTO!!
Un gratta e vinci? no.
Il superenalotto? no.
Quel nuovo gioco you win the annuity? because they do not even know what it's called ... is unlikely!

I won. But it is a personal victory, (disappointed?), Won against consumerism. My personal battle. I live with a full wallet because I do not spend. I do not know even why I'm bringing back. They are so used to not spend that on the rare occasions that I offer a cup of coffee I try to remember the last time I had cash ... ;-)

The current account rises relentlessly, and then I can afford another "investment" that will enable me to spend less and less. Photovoltaics, electric bike ... etc..
probably a few years I might even stop working ... But are they really

richer because they continue to meet new people , some of which become new friends ... and nearly forty years I can count on a full enough life experience and satisfaction. Of course I had to sacrifice the things , I had to sacrifice television, which allowed me to free up a lot of time and not syrup plus a lot of publicity (get rid of the publicity is a great way to combat consumerism). I had to sacrifice Lazy God, what resonates in your brain that tells you all the time: " spared, rest, you sit, take the lift, not straining you ... you have no time! ". Non ho dovuto sacrificare molto altro... almeno non più di quanto abbiano sacrificato i miei coetanei.

La guerra però è ancora finita, devo imparare una grande lezione... accontentarsi di ciò che si ha.
A quel punto avrò vinto davvero e dovrei raggiungere il famoso nirvana della decrescita .
;-) Bsta avere fede e un cuore transizionista.
:D

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La prima cosa bella

last night, attracted by Sandra, a friend moviegoer, we decided to go with her to the movies. Somehow we have to start life anew, or we may be trapped inside our pain, in our mourning. Sandra was a little 'puzzled, having read the story, we were almost unaware. And it was a pleasant surprise. It 's the story of a child forced by circumstances back home to help his sister to attend his mother dying of cancer in the last weeks of life through the memories remain and reconciles with her but also with himself. It 'a beautiful love story, indeed, loves: his mother for his father, despite the jealousy and violence of him, love for their children, to the point of hiding even from themselves some humiliation, some violence by men but also from the same sister, love of children to the mother, who decided to bring her home from the hospital and ORGANISATION OF SAFETY + a wedding with the man who still has always respected and defended and understood. And there is a deep love for the life of the mother that despite all the vicissitudes, the difficulty of living, the rebellion of un figlio amatissimo ma molto chiuso, riesce comunque sempre a vedere i lati belli della vita, riesce a continuare ad amare profondamente e a capire i propri figli e a perdonarli.
Sandra temeva che, davanti alla situazione di malattia, avremmo potuto soffrire, invece è stato consolante rivedere sullo schermo le nostre scelte. La sera che Lucia è morta, subito dopo la sua morte la casa si è riempita di suoi e nostri amici e abbiamo vegliato per lei recitando il rosario e cantando, e lo stesso è stato due giorni dopo al suo funerale: non applausi, ma tanti canti gioiosi, una messa pasquale come lei avrebbe voluto, e dopo una vera festa a casa, con gli amici più amati, con tutta la famiglia riunita, una famiglia allargata anche a chi non ha con noi legami di sangue, ma di affetto. Lo stesso abbiamo ritrovato in questo piccolo film, che non è un capolavoro, ma che con pudore, in punta di piedi, anche con ironia, parla di grandi sentimenti e di scelte coraggiose.

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