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Conversations with my father

The Monday morning my father calling home, because he lives a block from here, talk a bit 'with my mother and then he pretends.
Father: - What did you do yesterday? Have you taken a bath (at sea, in winter, note)?
Me: - No, no yesterday, there was wind.
Father: - Ah. And you did, you went to the mountains?
Me: - No, because they put the bad weather.
Father: - (Weather, what's?) Ah. So what did you do?
Me: - No, we were with Albert at home to watch movies and read.
Father: - Ah.
Me: - What about you? Did you go to sea?
Father: - No, we went to dinner with Victor. I
: - ok, then hello.
Father: - Hello, we are after.

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Saturday Piramide Cestia

Saturday morning we celebrated the funeral of one of my distant aunt octogenarian.
I went to continue to rebuild the pieces of my history, my family. Rebuilding bonds or the basis for new friends. Make peace with my story or at least throw a stone in that direction. The act of forgiveness for me is the throw a spoonful of earth in the grave, along with some petals flowers. Not that I had nothing to forgive this aunt, who hardly knew, but anyway we all have something to leave behind tied to our parents and their relatives that they are also ours.

The funeral was held in the Protestant Cemetery in Rome in the garden of the Pyramid Cestia . It 's a very beautiful place, ideal for a stroll in search of peace. There are the graves of the English poets Keats and Shelley, the son of Goehte, Gramsci, and others. Walking read names on tombstones, women with exotic names, became Italian, and you imagine their story, their journey, their discovery of Italy, their choice to be buried in Rome.

Basically you get to Chapel. That day there was a woman to celebrate the function, because my aunt was English. A ceremony in English and Italian, for a few close and a cat, which was placed on the legs of my cousin and then followed the procession to the grave.

Then we all went to lunch by Fortunato al Pantheon , according to the wills of the dead. The family of Italian and English, represented by his brother and ninety-two of his sons, Paul and Charles.
I was sitting next to Charles, who ordered the osso buco and then I had the tact to speak of mad cow disease ( crazy caw ). This seems an English lord Charles. I do not know if it's lord, He lives in the country, has seven children, horses, pigs and cats, and on top of his thoughts are the horses. He asked everyone what they did in life, and when I asked him why his wife was in Australia, is becoming quite red, laughed and replied that he was with her boyfriend (it was a joke).
Eventually, greeting the old man made us promise to visit them in England . Who knows. Now there's a dog's balls to be taken, for those interested.

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A song for Sabina

Among twenty minutes we enter the new day. Tomorrow would be the birthday of my friend Sabina, which has not gone for three years, in July three years ago is gone in a motorcycle accident. A new experience for me, new skin.
We were greeted in Rome about a week ago, around the shops of Via del Corso, and then to his house, or rather, his parents were always on the road and gave her the feeling of living alone, me too that at times I moved her. So that night we got to his house, I have taken a shower and she gave me a orange dress she did not like anymore and I was fine that afternoon I had just bought some earrings orange. His bed the center of the room was the place of these exchanges, advice, chat, snorting, laughing, yawning. We were a bit 'there, while first one then the other we dressed, and then we went downstairs for a pizza. It was all so light that evening, with the taste of the heat that soothes and gives you relief. I had a new lip gloss, and she broke the opening spring, so in return I got a sample of pink lipstick he had found in a newspaper.
We discovered a while 'is our way of being funny. We liked being together, but we did not have much in common. It was something more reassuring, as one would imagine a long-standing relationship . A report setting out when you least expect to find out the other side you never said, that make you laugh, that make you find. I miss not
it close, but especially those who have close hours has not known. Seeking sometimes the closeness of his family, his sister, his brother, his mother. But there is always something choking, withholding, I would not have the right to ask for some 'memory, stories, photos.
It 's a question without an answer, every thought that goes to her, every memory, every nostalgia. There is only the certainty of how easy it is to feel good together.

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show Gek Tessaro and shows pictures of the sea

At the International Festival of Underwater (Rome, 13-19 November), the CTG Rome Together oversaw an exhibition of artwork whose theme is the sea (with tables Gek Tessaro, Roberta Angeletti, Svjetlan Junakovic, Mara Cerri, Pia Valentinis, Alida Massari, Cristiana Cerretti, Intilia Serena, Giovanna Rinaldi, Lucia Sforza, Yana Bukler, Volf Bulba, Elham Asadi, Mauro Evangelista - Rome - Francesca Carabelli, Valentina Mai Cristina Mancini, Valeria Valencia, Fabio Finocchioli) and a series of related events with the participation of Gek Tessaro .

Friday November 17, noon, at Ostia, in the Biblioteca Elsa Morante (Via A. Cozza, 7), there will be the show with an overhead of Gek Tessaro the shadow of the fish. Meet at 17.30, a bit better 'first to take place in the boys room of the library. Admission is free. Age: 3-99 years.

The exhibition of illustrations of the sea, always at the Biblioteca Elsa Morante di Ostia, opened with 10-13 and 15-19 hours.