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Summer evenings, forget ...

Last night I stopped to talk to my dad.
It was a long time I did not, my accomplices and its commitments.
We were out in the garden talking, party time, aided by the period, thanks to its passion sent willy-nilly to his son, we have "remembrance" in the years when I was little little.
And despite all the misunderstandings, any differences due to age and why not also to culture, I realized something important.
I grow up I want to be a parent like him.
I agree that my kids (if I get always) grow up with a grandmother who tells the stories of the summer sitting on the steps of the house, a grandfather who teaches his grandchildren to be guided on the Montello, a father who helps them put his hand on the scooter, which build them on Go-Kart and who will seek to achieve their desires ...
An uncle trucker who teaches you how to turn the streets of Italy and that tells you the years 70-80, the golden years, teaching you or gives you some tips to better survive in the street. A grandfather
farmer who tells you the cycles of the seasons and the passion it takes to grow a new plant.
I do not know where the future will bring, what work I do, where I will live.
But I no longer feel the "USMA" to go away, I'm happy where I live, people with whom I live, and I learned not to deny the past and the people with whom you have lived, because in this case it means denying a bit 'yourself.

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With this post I intend to apologize to my friend and explain or clarify some things.

Take note that this blog reflects and expresses the opinions of its creator and the creator in question has never been afraid to express them, even in a real context.

I deleted a post, it may seem to some censorship, but it is not, I did so only after explicit request of a person dear to me.
The post in question was a meeting, a meeting with a special person, linked to some stories with my friend.
the post, again, reflected on the feelings I've tried (yes I, myself, myself) after the fact and not wanted to be in any way a kind of gossip about this friend of mine.
The only mistake I made was to not tell him that I had the intention, that is, to publish this thing on the Internet.
For this I ask forgiveness, even in electronic form after you have done personally.

Now let me say a few things, all the opinions I write here and to some extent, it reflects on real people I've reported before orally or via SMS, to interested parties.
The only error that I can give is to have hurt the feelings of Codest elements making the content accessible to anyone of my thoughts.

But on the other hand, do not understand why I myself these problems, when some (I stress some) of them have never had qualms about talking with other people of this authority in his absence.
I ask pardon in any case, as if it were a dogma to be accepted as such.

content that I wrote, I've still saved, because years of experience have taught me how "pararmi your ass." With the fact of
pararmi ass I mean the desire to protect myself against such actions "designed to denigrate the morality, as indeed is already happening.
Now I have heard that a third person is aware of "confidential information" due to my blog, and by chance he read only the offending post, despite being rather dated.
Now taking into account the number of hits to my blog, the number of people who are aware of the fact that a link to my blog does not appear in any of these sites that people who regularly come to the conclusion that this third person has been a tip from another element that has ommesso the "so-called boundary information," he resorted to a few words in the context in which I write.

now common to all these beloved elements, which are almost certain hours will no longer pass anywhere near here, that my phone number is the same, the address is not changed and even the places I frequent.
I have not even changed my moral principles and I have not lost the desire and ability to reveal the altars.
then you can contact me easily, without needing any intervention of third parties.

comforting to know that someone else is the same thing happened , moreover
Roberto Vecchioni teaches
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and shot the singer in a night of youth, love for

shot him for not doing more singing
[..] "