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Long live the newlyweds

In this month of August I was invited to a wedding. The wedding was really nice, the villa was beautiful where he performed the civil ceremony, the beautiful location of the festival, the beautiful bride, my cousin, with a happy face that made me feel happy for her, as her husband.

But for a single person over 35, attend a marriage is something devastating. If it is a marriage of friends, that's different, but a marriage of relatives is an arduous undertaking to which you have to sacrifice. You know previously that you will be pierced by a barrage of questions as to the opening of pheasant hunting. In good faith, of course, relatives not seen in 10 years will make the questions so personal and intimate, as naturally to ask "what time is it?". Arguments that even the best friend who often did not address every day even after drinking two Tennent's.

"But how old are you? Madonna ... as time goes on" But when you get married? " "Are you engaged?" "You pretend that one too!" "How come you do not have anyone?" How to say ... You have a problem?

now I've made the call and tell me that everything slips away and we do even a smile, but believe me this is very embarrassing. And fortunately that is not otherwise a woman came into play even the biological clock ... But when you take a child, you have to attend to, otherwise ....

Then you have to prepare answers. And above all we want simple answers and dry, otherwise the conversation is prolonged, and takes an ugly turn. Woe to say "I'm getting married" or "I have not found the right person ".... Alas! Forces. By the time I learned to say "I do not want none !!!", which is a little sad but it makes everyone happy. They got the answer they wanted.

And then these weddings, all the usual rites times you've seen a thousand times and you do not care nothing but to which you must attend with a smile, otherwise who knows what they think, like banners the street, think again! ARE YOU SURE! And that sucks!!

And the rice and the lady ever known puts you in hand and that before the couple has left you is already baked in the hot hand.

And that tells you to "kiss .... kiss .... kiss!" and "Long live the bride and groom" and you with greasy hands from gold to Cartoccio hasten to applaud you. And that sucks!

And those usually 2 or 3 as long as the restaurant are fools to give themselves a voice and are believed to be a Zelig?

And the menu at the gates of marriages that have the definite article? "The triumph of Tuscan salami in a bed of rocket," "The sea bass baked" The rags to mushroom cream ".... just to give something of that family. In the normal menu does not bring us the definite article, as ever, how can you explain?

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lump in my throat and tears

And here we are. What a beautiful start to write something after a break! I would have to talk about many things, I would also tell of the wonderful holiday I've done, thoughts and emotions that I had in this month but there's one thing if you do not speak now I do not speak anymore. Emotions are fresh and perhaps the reader will have experienced these days and it will be easier to share.










strongly I love sport and like any ordinary Italian men are passionate about football, but not I can cry for a football game. Not even when the 2006 we won the World Cup in Germany. If that is what I can not even cry for a movie, although sometimes the tear has fallen, but it was just a momentary abandonment. So it's just a movie, I say to myself, and everything is back under control. But when it comes to the Olympics, for me, the tear is easy.

at 19 last night on TV there was a service, a slideshow, with lots of beautiful music in the background, the Olympic Games and the medals won by our athletes. Very nice. I sat there and it was devastating. Revise those images, emotions, children unknown to me that after years of sacrifice, training, renunciation did make it were simply moving moments. Sports that many do only for love, why do not you have the revenues are in football or Formula 1, and that the only outlet in the Olympics in popularity .


I was there on the couch, paralyzed, caught in the grip of lump in throat, eyes red and wet. Finally, toward the 20 is all over. But it was tough.
And to think that this time the Olympics I've seen too little, many of the events I have not even seen live on television because recently I have seen little, but I am still able to move me. I can not even explain this. Maybe because as a boy I wanted to do some serious sports. It was a mess, I like almost everyone! But money was short and it was better to finish school early and finding a good job. Maybe because I feel the blood racing and even when I play football with my friends and I'm losing face turn red and angry.
Or maybe because in sport you'll always know what to do. Let me explain ... To win in the 100 meters butterfly know what to do. Swimming butterfly fastest of all and get it first. The rules are clear and objectives as well. At most you can even break the rules, but the targets, those not. And those that are left. In life it does not. Sometimes you care to search results and instead it was better if I had not achieved these results. You do not know what are the goals. Life confuses you. And the rules then yes ... Those that are broken every day, but the one that can also be foreseen. These are the objectives that are unclear. Too often, you never know what is the best target. If you want something does not mean that the best solution is to make sure that this desire is fulfilled. One must be careful what you wish because it is said to be the right thing. In sports, everything is more streamlined. 100-meter butterfly. If you won the first arrivals. End of story.