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Five-thirty in the morning. Already in the car this morning, woke up at five and go. And even decent sunrise to help me open a little 'heart.

run in the background notes of Southside Of Heaven Ryan Bingham of . I had a CD of this guy and I had not noticed. From listen again for sure, maybe when the return without hassles from time, I put the highway at 85 km / h in relaxation. No, not dangerous quest'andatura, we are not on the American highway. There seems to be on the Salerno-Reggio Calabria studded however, viaducts, tunnels and curved like claws that hurt these mountains stretched to dive into the sea below them. 50 km of asphalt with six construction sites and only two workers in sight. What a mystery, one of these days I try to contact. D. Motorways of the company to ask if these articles ghost are just an excuse for the bloodletting that make you to the tollgate.

foolish thoughts of any one morning. Thank God I notice and ask for support this day. Totally busted, sometimes I feel so.

Yet, while resume Bingham notes, I feel that he is here. Inside every moment of this gray day started too early. It 's easier to notice him in fatigue, fatigue. Mica is a masochist, but it is. When the complaint gives way to recognize the obvious embrace that surrounds me, all you rispalanca. And then, "if I had another job," if I went in serene conditions with the money later this month "," if I were on vacation in the Caribbean, "" if, if, if ... "become 'allies' of reality '. Conditions through which it passes my happiness. Become divine.

Bingham What does it matter in this trip? Not I know. But it happens that a song touches the heart and help people to live better. I find myself wanting to laugh at my idiocy infinity.

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A Face in the supermarket

usual shopping at the supermarket "German" this morning. And 'I broke to look after the needs of this month and do the shopping in this place, we are all poor imitations of the good stuff of the real market.

But in the end I go with 50 € and I filled the cart. I feel a little 'jerk to be satisfied something like that.

exit is not the usual rumenalbanmontenegkazako begging. There is a woman. Well, citizenship is one of those. The face reflects ancient sorrows. The eyes who knows what they are watching. Step further and load in the car. The carriage back and pick the euro. Crossing look while I put the coin in his hand. I'm not even angry inside me, while she sits and holds out his hand. Here in Chiavari not find one that gets up to fix the truck, they remind me of a shepherd, wooden flute and sheepskin vest sitting near the cave in my old crib, a child who persist in keeping me glued with Bostik because I always fell. She did not. A face that seems to tell stories that you would not want to hear.

I think the discussion had in weeks to work, that you should not help any foreigner here. Possibly go helped at home they may become self-sufficient, blah, blah, blah .... and of course I quote only the best comment ...

Solita history that tends to suppress the charity. That gesture that I learned from my mother when I went to church with her. I sat on the bench and I prayed that Jesus would help the guy out. Theories and projects I can do indefinitely, even valid. But what can I say to those who held out his hand? The port with me and without him I am nothing to explain how the world works? I offer the recipe for a living? Or I could give him a little said about the global economic system with plans for political reform ...

other times I tried not to let anything but then I went and I felt more sad. Cristiancattodaminesanvincenzo is not morality. E 'I see a in the flesh that suffers a foot from me and fuck that comes to mind? A social project? One euro will not solve anything but I'm glad we looked at that face.