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Young

Young

E 'is a commonplace, accepted, tested and worn by time, consider the young generation in decline, even before reaching full maturity, the decline in age, should unfortunately happen physiologically and hopefully slowly and without pain.
and I think I got to see that this is an everyday concept in every age and preserve its young generation that is no longer seen and the generation that follows and presses closely, as less valid, less prepared, less culturally equipped less animated by the usual "good will" that I have not understood what and where it is. It was a
concept I've heard when I was a boy, the people who were above me, like age, as you deserve, as experience, as a role, as the hierarchy and now I find myself I also support having reached an age where certain concepts are expressed duty for generations, if not out of conviction and experience.
Accustomed as they are, good luck and I hope to continue to be always asking me to debate, to question the validity of what I think and I say, what I believe and trust, my values \u200b\u200band my ideals and to what it I am able, I think I could still be considered young, I have often under the scrutiny of my own and personal critique of this concept, this observation, this belief, namely that new generations are no better in some respects, than the previous ones, but rather, if possible, worse, or less valid, less prepared and less adequate to meet the challenges and above all the tasks that life submit the same to us and offers us free.
Unfortunately the screen, as I said, my severe criticism, has always confirmed this feeling, this feeling, this finding, facilitated in this task by my being a psychiatrist, and then contact, by choice and passion, with real-life difficulties , there is no need to call them diseases, the various generations.
I've never been happy with this acquisition, in fact I sincerely say that I was always deeply saddened and distressed, for two reasons, one social and one personal.
The first and most serious of course, is easily explained and readily understood: if a society is such that the younger generation, those that must necessarily and inevitably pass the baton from the hands of those who preceded them, are not better, more prepared, stronger and more aware, more mature, more adequate than before that the "witness" must leave, then inevitably that society is in decline, decline all the more dizzying the more obvious is the phenomenon pejorative from generation to generation.
The second reason is more private and personal, though certainly less serious and compelling to others: if I was a kid I listened with some bored enough and this talk about the past, even better, by large, already considered old and overtaken them and now I think they also and above all I, then I must irrevocably assume that the mature and maybe old age has also reached me.
All this until yesterday, when, as in St. Paul on the Damascus parade in front of me was a novel, unexpectedly and happily reassuring, which has dispelled at a stroke, my sad thoughts.
Yesterday, for the third time I attended as a guest transmission, the TV show "Studio 254 Show" that the students of the Academy of Cesare Lanza Studio 254 to stage and that is aired on TV Gold Italy.
know the Academy to have seen her birth and have taught you, I know the boys had to have them as students of my boring classes, but for the first time I saw them all work in the construction of a television program under the guidance, caring, but not bulky Cesare Lanza.
At the end of the program, I bade farewell to them with a strange feeling, with a particular emotion, with a new taste in the mouth that only later, with the passage of time and closed at a new-found solitude I could fully appreciate, understand, rationalize, analyze, realize, and now record and transmit.
I tried to feel the sweet taste bitter belied by the facts, to verify, to touch, to have to humbly admit, I was wrong, he had misunderstood, that he bad read and interpreted to have misunderstood the reality in my dark and gloomy, pessimistic forecasts.
is clear proof of my error evaluation was right there in front of me, clear, clear, visible and immediately grasped, in his explicit inescapable reality.
The test was in those guys, those students in those persons, belonging to a later generation to mine, and that they undertook, fighting, who is passionate, who suffered the wrong, trying to learn, they wanted to achieve a result, achieve a goal, a dream come true, they wanted to work hard to achieve it, they wanted to dream.
I was not entirely clear when I was with them in their midst.
I needed to collect my thoughts in solitude, to rethink and tidy up the emotions felt, to see the slow motion memory the faces, expressions, anxieties, fears and suffering also, of those kids who dream and are committed to realize a dream. Only
alone I could draw my own conclusions, I could gather the emotions and feelings in a completed and coherent thought, rational and communicable.
E 'false and only for us more mature reassuring and comforting to think, believe, be convinced that new generations are less mature, less willing, less willing to sacrifice than they were earlier ones.
I'm happy to admit that they have so far wrong. Yesterday I saw a girl
Academy weep hot tears, desperate because he could not sing a good song, his song. I was moved. I was moved.
and I am convinced that as long as children continue to exist as humanity's future is safe and secured.
thank Cesare Lanza wanted and created this Academy, I thank the guys who make it up for providing me the opportunity to think again, for giving me the opportunity to admit you were wrong.

Domenico Mazzullo

Cost To Airbrush A Motorcycle

Young

Young

E 'is a commonplace, accepted, tested and worn by time, consider the young generation in decline, even before reaching full maturity, the decline in age, should unfortunately happen physiologically and hopefully slowly and without pain.
and I think I got to see that this is an everyday concept in every age and preserve its young generation that is no longer seen and the generation that follows and presses closely, as less valid, less prepared, less culturally equipped less animated by the usual "good will" that I have not understood what and where it is. It was a
concept I've heard when I was a boy, the people who were above me, like age, as you deserve, as experience, as a role, as the hierarchy and now I find myself I also support having reached an age where certain concepts are expressed duty for generations, if not out of conviction and experience.
Accustomed as they are, good luck and I hope to continue to be always asking me to debate, to question the validity of what I think and I say, what I believe and trust, my values \u200b\u200band my ideals and to what it I am able, I think I could still be considered young, I have often under the scrutiny of my own and personal critique of this concept, this observation, this belief, namely that new generations are no better in some respects, than the previous ones, but rather, if possible, worse, or less valid, less prepared and less adequate to meet the challenges and above all the tasks that life submit the same to us and offers us free.
Unfortunately the screen, as I said, my severe criticism, has always confirmed this feeling, this feeling, this finding, facilitated in this task by my being a psychiatrist, and then contact, by choice and passion, with real-life difficulties , there is no need to call them diseases, the various generations.
I've never been happy with this acquisition, in fact I sincerely say that I was always deeply saddened and distressed, for two reasons, one social and one personal.
The first and most serious of course, is easily explained and readily understood: if a society is such that the younger generation, those that must necessarily and inevitably pass the baton from the hands of those who preceded them, are not better, more prepared, stronger and more aware, more mature, more adequate than before that the "witness" must leave, then inevitably that society is in decline, decline all the more dizzying the more obvious is the phenomenon pejorative from generation to generation.
The second reason is more private and personal, though certainly less serious and compelling to others: if I was a kid I listened with some bored enough and this talk about the past, even better, by large, already considered old and overtaken them and now I think they also and above all I, then I must irrevocably assume that the mature and maybe old age has also reached me.
All this until yesterday, when, as in St. Paul on the Damascus parade in front of me was a novel, unexpectedly and happily reassuring, which has dispelled at a stroke, my sad thoughts.
Yesterday, for the third time I attended as a guest transmission, the TV show "Studio 254 Show" that the students of the Academy of Cesare Lanza Studio 254 to stage and that is aired on TV Gold Italy.
know the Academy to have seen her birth and have taught you, I know the boys had to have them as students of my boring classes, but for the first time I saw them all work in the construction of a television program under the guidance, caring, but not bulky Cesare Lanza.
At the end of the program, I bade farewell to them with a strange feeling, with a particular emotion, with a new taste in the mouth that only later, with the passage of time and closed at a new-found solitude I could fully appreciate, understand, rationalize, analyze, realize, and now record and transmit.
I tried to feel the sweet taste bitter belied by the facts, to verify, to touch, to have to humbly admit, I was wrong, he had misunderstood, that he bad read and interpreted to have misunderstood the reality in my dark and gloomy, pessimistic forecasts.
is clear proof of my error evaluation was right there in front of me, clear, clear, visible and immediately grasped, in his explicit inescapable reality.
The test was in those guys, those students in those persons, belonging to a later generation to mine, and that they undertook, fighting, who is passionate, who suffered the wrong, trying to learn, they wanted to achieve a result, achieve a goal, a dream come true, they wanted to work hard to achieve it, they wanted to dream.
I was not entirely clear when I was with them in their midst.
I needed to collect my thoughts in solitude, to rethink and tidy up the emotions felt, to see the slow motion memory the faces, expressions, anxieties, fears and suffering also, of those kids who dream and are committed to realize a dream. Only
alone I could draw my own conclusions, I could gather the emotions and feelings in a completed and coherent thought, rational and communicable.
E 'false and only for us more mature reassuring and comforting to think, believe, be convinced that new generations are less mature, less willing, less willing to sacrifice than they were earlier ones.
I'm happy to admit that they have so far wrong. Yesterday I saw a girl
Academy weep hot tears, desperate because he could not sing a good song, his song. I was moved. I was moved.
and I am convinced that as long as children continue to exist as humanity's future is safe and secured.
thank Cesare Lanza wanted and created this Academy, I thank the guys who make it up for providing me the opportunity to think again, for giving me the opportunity to admit you were wrong.

Domenico Mazzullo

Jc Penny London Ontario

Mourning

I have found best picture, best suited to comment on, or introduce visually what I am going to write and think at the moment.
Every day countless people die worldwide. Most of these are ignored by us. Some are known from the pages of newspapers or on television and remain in our memories for a few seconds, the time to run out of news, which now leaves us indifferent, a few touches us personally and our dearest affections, the our intimacy, our life. These days
a death, disappearance, affects us all personally, as human beings, belonging to a humanity that persists still proudly called civilized.
I am referring to the death of Sarah Scazzi, the teenager killed by his uncle, perhaps, perhaps by her cousin, perhaps by others who knew and remained silent, they know and are silent.
Faithful to the use of Cesare Beccaria "perhaps" because everyone is innocent until he is discharged with absolute certainty of guilt.
But this is not what interests me now. What strikes me and confuses me is that our life, our lives proceeds exactly equal to the first, exactly on the same track after a teenage girl, little more than a child was killed, drawn in a premeditated ambush, while ignorant thought of going to the seaside with her cousin and a friend and perhaps, perhaps forever, the crime is completed in ' context of his own family.
upsets me the indifference with which we welcome and make some news, indifference, broken only by the morbid curiosity of those who go on a trip on Sunday at the crime scene to see, to touch, out of curiosity, to photograph, for steal some comments.
Perhaps this collective indifference, this horrible and morbid curiosity scares me more of the same crime, because if the evil certain facts exist and causes horrendous, even more evil is the indifference of those who attend these events directly or indirectly, and does nothing, or worse acts satisfy their greed of curiosity.
But perhaps, outside the family, a person truly saddened by the death of Sarah's, perhaps still do not know, perhaps not yet realized that Sarah is dead and not coming back, maybe still is waiting confidently.
is called Lightning. It 'a stray dog, a dog that Sarah had taken some time as it follows her everywhere and that accompanies the soon saw her leave the house and that certainly has also accompanied the tragic afternoon when he thought of going to the Sarah sea, went instead to his death.
And Lightning remained there, in front of that brown gate that we all have seen, there is by now familiar, that Sarah has passed through that gate to be alive and who is no longer out, alive.
And Lightning unaware of what happened to her in there Sarah remained waiting for her, convinced that sooner or later, Sarah would pop back to stroke and to let accompany. With this hope
Lightning has been there even when they appeared in front of that cncello cameras, investigators, volunteers who were trying Sarah everywhere, and perhaps wondered why so much fuss of unusual and disturbing.
could not understand, could not imagine. He only knew that Sarah had gone there and from there he would have to go out and look forward to.
Many will have noticed this stray dog \u200b\u200bwandering around, Gurd, fix the damn gate brown, without missing a moment, because from there would have to leave Sarah to stroke again, but no one has noticed, no one has understood.
Poor Sarah, poor Saetta, maybe one day you will understand that Sarah will no longer caressing, or perhaps not, perhaps true as you are, continue to wait so late in asking why, why is not there, but always confident that you'll caress as to reappear forever.
Dear Lightning, you're not the first and the last six in your faithfulness. One of your famous brother, who was given a book and a movie, Hachiko, Japan, has waited years for his master to the station that he returned by train and another here in Italy even your brother deserved the honor of a monument, still in a station, where for years he waited in vain for his master to come down from that railroad train which always used to go down, before he died. Dear Lightning
perhaps nature has been kind to you and wanted to reward you for your kindness and your loyalty is not allowing you to understand the language of humans and thus preventing the know, by their words, the truth, to learn from them Sarah is not coming back killed from the hands of one of them, that because one of them, Sarah can no longer caress and you do not accompany the more you as always.
Maybe it's better that way, because that way you can continue to hope to see you reappear on that gate, where the left and you will not stop loving human beings, as they deserve.
Domenico Mazzullo
d.mazzullo @ tiscali.it
http://www.studiomazzullo.com/

Jc Penny London Ontario

Mourning

I have found best picture, best suited to comment on, or introduce visually what I am going to write and think at the moment.
Every day countless people die worldwide. Most of these are ignored by us. Some are known from the pages of newspapers or on television and remain in our memories for a few seconds, the time to run out of news, which now leaves us indifferent, a few touches us personally and our dearest affections, the our intimacy, our life. These days
a death, disappearance, affects us all personally, as human beings, belonging to a humanity that persists still proudly called civilized.
I am referring to the death of Sarah Scazzi, the teenager killed by his uncle, perhaps, perhaps by her cousin, perhaps by others who knew and remained silent, they know and are silent.
Faithful to the use of Cesare Beccaria "perhaps" because everyone is innocent until he is discharged with absolute certainty of guilt.
But this is not what interests me now. What strikes me and confuses me is that our life, our lives proceeds exactly equal to the first, exactly on the same track after a teenage girl, little more than a child was killed, drawn in a premeditated ambush, while ignorant thought of going to the seaside with her cousin and a friend and perhaps, perhaps forever, the crime is completed in ' context of his own family.
upsets me the indifference with which we welcome and make some news, indifference, broken only by the morbid curiosity of those who go on a trip on Sunday at the crime scene to see, to touch, out of curiosity, to photograph, for steal some comments.
Perhaps this collective indifference, this horrible and morbid curiosity scares me more of the same crime, because if the evil certain facts exist and causes horrendous, even more evil is the indifference of those who attend these events directly or indirectly, and does nothing, or worse acts satisfy their greed of curiosity.
But perhaps, outside the family, a person truly saddened by the death of Sarah's, perhaps still do not know, perhaps not yet realized that Sarah is dead and not coming back, maybe still is waiting confidently.
is called Lightning. It 'a stray dog, a dog that Sarah had taken some time as it follows her everywhere and that accompanies the soon saw her leave the house and that certainly has also accompanied the tragic afternoon when he thought of going to the Sarah sea, went instead to his death.
And Lightning remained there, in front of that brown gate that we all have seen, there is by now familiar, that Sarah has passed through that gate to be alive and who is no longer out, alive.
And Lightning unaware of what happened to her in there Sarah remained waiting for her, convinced that sooner or later, Sarah would pop back to stroke and to let accompany. With this hope
Lightning has been there even when they appeared in front of that cncello cameras, investigators, volunteers who were trying Sarah everywhere, and perhaps wondered why so much fuss of unusual and disturbing.
could not understand, could not imagine. He only knew that Sarah had gone there and from there he would have to go out and look forward to.
Many will have noticed this stray dog \u200b\u200bwandering around, Gurd, fix the damn gate brown, without missing a moment, because from there would have to leave Sarah to stroke again, but no one has noticed, no one has understood.
Poor Sarah, poor Saetta, maybe one day you will understand that Sarah will no longer caressing, or perhaps not, perhaps true as you are, continue to wait so late in asking why, why is not there, but always confident that you'll caress as to reappear forever.
Dear Lightning, you're not the first and the last six in your faithfulness. One of your famous brother, who was given a book and a movie, Hachiko, Japan, has waited years for his master to the station that he returned by train and another here in Italy even your brother deserved the honor of a monument, still in a station, where for years he waited in vain for his master to come down from that railroad train which always used to go down, before he died. Dear Lightning
perhaps nature has been kind to you and wanted to reward you for your kindness and your loyalty is not allowing you to understand the language of humans and thus preventing the know, by their words, the truth, to learn from them Sarah is not coming back killed from the hands of one of them, that because one of them, Sarah can no longer caress and you do not accompany the more you as always.
Maybe it's better that way, because that way you can continue to hope to see you reappear on that gate, where the left and you will not stop loving human beings, as they deserve.
Domenico Mazzullo
d.mazzullo @ tiscali.it
http://www.studiomazzullo.com/