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ELECTION DAY

We were prepared for the fateful day. It seemed that we were a swarm of insects that we had been alerted to the arrival of big news and we were preparing for the big event.
We were preparing a series of webs or nets to catch fish as prey and have visible results, and thus enter triumphantly into the new world to which we had to prepare.
The women seemed the most excited. Many seemed to be indifferent but instead it was obvious that were caught in the great event was prepared and was in the air in preparation.
It came on the eve of a series of controversies. The Presidency of the Council sent an invitation to vote on all text messages on cell phones. The thing was not very appreciated by many who spoke of an invasion of privacy and then call the institutional organ was done mostly by the President the Council, which feared a loss and was inviting everyone to vote for him and looked into giant posters and all public and private television and radio speaking to the private and public, and openly calling for him to vote for, inter alia, that could not ineligible because they appear as Chairman of the Council of Ministers. Someone
men looking forward to the day. It would have been a day of rest and then all over the European elections were also the European Football Championships which began and no doubt more fans and there was the debut of the national team which would involve all the functions of scrutineers and all ready to watch the match but also to dopopartita national sport it was critical to the choices of the coach and above the usual problem of Del Piero, who since then had begun to advertise for a mineral water and spoke to the birds that looked more like a speech of ethology and knowledge of the language of animals and his image had changed a lot from the sample discussed football had become a chatterbox with the sparrows who all wanted to play with him and play ball, among other things, this possibility that the sparrows began to play football seemed the future of national football teams that were in terrible economic crisis exaggerated costs for salary and prize money and the ability to find players who are satisfied with the crumbs was viewed with great interest from many quarters, the stock birds was the future that perhaps we should have to get used to.
satirical newspaper The election day was presented instead as the erection day, the day of manhood.
In that day there would have been natural performance that exceeded the normal without the need for special medication. The very air and excitement that ran through the extraordinary performance would allow men and this would be done with great mutual enjoyment of men and women. The satirical newspaper and then to relate the excitement that was so frantic with spreading obscene desires of the President of the Council that repressed for too long they would have found vent in the urn and out of the urn.
Genevieve went in his section fitted with ballot and hopeful. He finally met the right man and the secret of the urn or perhaps would be completed after his moment of glory.
A winning smile of a young man who was sitting in the section and that he was assigned to the operations of the vote confirmed that psychologically speaking what is going around saying was true. She was invited to sit on presentation of the document and the ballot paper which she had also accompanied with a picture in a bathing suit with an indication of its measures, that photo was greeted with a big smile from the young that she put in the ID card, cards, and handed her the pencil and invited her to sit in the cabin two.
Genevieve sat down and began to undress slowly.
He took off his shirt and put it out on the edge of the cabin, then pants, then underwear and any clothing a feeling of wonder oh.
From a small hole in the cabin he saw that everyone was waiting and saw that out of the room waiting voters were shaking.
came two policemen who put them on hold too. It was clear that she expected would express his vote. She expressed, but was left waiting and waiting patiently inside the cab. The crowd swayed alarmingly
while in the throes a visible excitement, and began the chants that were heard as the passion for soccer and the political mix in that moment with the excitement.
The police were called but the ole that were taking place in the neighbor, who was also entrusted to their supervision. In fact this was a primary school which included two sections. Even there
chants that said almost all sides by reference to the election: "If this is what we promise to the house of freedom, go out there naked now" or "If you join to the olive tree, come come here that I am joyful "and other songs more vulgar that it is better not to repeat.
The two came to another section and saw a car that was taking place behind the same scene but this time the clothes had not been placed carefully on the edge of the cabin but were thrown into the crowd of waiting voters.
The two called in central invited the chairmen of the polling station who asked what he was saying the regulation in such cases and whether the electoral process could continue or be stopped by the unexpected were to strip in the voting booth.
At the police station said the superintendent, some whiskers, who said that such situations were occurring in all sections. It was as if there was a movement to boycott the elections and this was all a ploy female, operated with bombings strip clubs. The commissioner said that sideburns had consulted with the Presidency of the Council and was invited to continue the electoral operations, which could hardly be sabotaged by four potted that perhaps they wanted to attract public attention and in any case necessary to avoid any act of striptease for this terrorist and inviting the police to arrest in direct obscene acts in public places, or rather in the voting booths. The commissioner said
sideburns but he did not feel at the time of giving the order to stop because he thought the offense would be not exist, because if anything was in the thinking of obscenity voters, because if it was true that the garments had been thrown together, but they did not know how the lady was inside the car and when he do not consider it obscene and what terrorism stripper Commissioner said that he could not see this crime, some striptease triggered a mechanism similar to a bomb, but it was different, the strip creates a spread of excitation, a spread of the bomb explosions, in short, did not see terrorism in connection with the strip.
The two policemen were banned pending more precise instructions, but left the cabin Genevieve protecting her nakedness with tabs acclaimed by the crowd that led her in triumph out of the seat.
The rest of the electoral process was not clear, frowning a lot of people wanted to express their preferences but not about candidates but about strippers and this was a miserable end to election day. So much so that then led to the election victories of candidates or no candidates, but women who were previously unknown, but they reached stardom.
The Chair of the Board, however, said that the elections had gone well of late, however, that some of the freedom of the house was renamed and scaled tolerance terrorism strip clubs. The Commissioner was right whiskers, did not see the connection between terrorism and strip in the voting booth and could not even see the obscene acts in public places.
Many of the strippers showed up in post-election rallies and were interviewed live by Bruno Vespa in the program that he introduced the evening with the usual bells and put them in comparison with famous editors. In particular, the editor of Il Giornale said that if he had done to bring down the preferences of the President, the votes then went to the other coalition parties and even then the strip had resulted in a defeat of the house of freedom, then at the bottom the situation remained as it was, there was a reaction to that of someone who wanted to rob a door to door on live TV but the broadcast was taken in hand by the holder and also if you could see the clothes went flying by ignore it and television viewers were dumbfounded. But this was after the election day which will be better to speak on another occasion.

Toyota Corolla Ce 2004 Car Starter Install

ELECTION DAY

We were prepared for the fateful day. It seemed that we were a swarm of insects that we had been alerted to the arrival of big news and we were preparing for the big event.
We were preparing a series of webs or nets to catch fish as prey and have visible results, and thus enter triumphantly into the new world to which we had to prepare.
The women seemed the most excited. Many seemed to be indifferent but instead it was obvious that were caught in the great event was prepared and was in the air in preparation.
It came on the eve of a series of controversies. The Presidency of the Council sent an invitation to vote on all text messages on cell phones. The thing was not very appreciated by many who spoke of an invasion of privacy and then call the institutional organ was done mostly by the President the Council, which feared a loss and was inviting everyone to vote for him and looked into giant posters and all public and private television and radio speaking to the private and public, and openly calling for him to vote for, inter alia, that could not ineligible because they appear as Chairman of the Council of Ministers. Someone
men looking forward to the day. It would have been a day of rest and then all over the European elections were also the European Football Championships which began and no doubt more fans and there was the debut of the national team which would involve all the functions of scrutineers and all ready to watch the match but also to dopopartita national sport it was critical to the choices of the coach and above the usual problem of Del Piero, who since then had begun to advertise for a mineral water and spoke to the birds that looked more like a speech of ethology and knowledge of the language of animals and his image had changed a lot from the sample discussed football had become a chatterbox with the sparrows who all wanted to play with him and play ball, among other things, this possibility that the sparrows began to play football seemed the future of national football teams that were in terrible economic crisis exaggerated costs for salary and prize money and the ability to find players who are satisfied with the crumbs was viewed with great interest from many quarters, the stock birds was the future that perhaps we should have to get used to.
satirical newspaper The election day was presented instead as the erection day, the day of manhood.
In that day there would have been natural performance that exceeded the normal without the need for special medication. The very air and excitement that ran through the extraordinary performance would allow men and this would be done with great mutual enjoyment of men and women. The satirical newspaper and then to relate the excitement that was so frantic with spreading obscene desires of the President of the Council that repressed for too long they would have found vent in the urn and out of the urn.
Genevieve went in his section fitted with ballot and hopeful. He finally met the right man and the secret of the urn or perhaps would be completed after his moment of glory.
A winning smile of a young man who was sitting in the section and that he was assigned to the operations of the vote confirmed that psychologically speaking what is going around saying was true. She was invited to sit on presentation of the document and the ballot paper which she had also accompanied with a picture in a bathing suit with an indication of its measures, that photo was greeted with a big smile from the young that she put in the ID card, cards, and handed her the pencil and invited her to sit in the cabin two.
Genevieve sat down and began to undress slowly.
He took off his shirt and put it out on the edge of the cabin, then pants, then underwear and any clothing a feeling of wonder oh.
From a small hole in the cabin he saw that everyone was waiting and saw that out of the room waiting voters were shaking.
came two policemen who put them on hold too. It was clear that she expected would express his vote. She expressed, but was left waiting and waiting patiently inside the cab. The crowd swayed alarmingly
while in the throes a visible excitement, and began the chants that were heard as the passion for soccer and the political mix in that moment with the excitement.
The police were called but the ole that were taking place in the neighbor, who was also entrusted to their supervision. In fact this was a primary school which included two sections. Even there
chants that said almost all sides by reference to the election: "If this is what we promise to the house of freedom, go out there naked now" or "If you join to the olive tree, come come here that I am joyful "and other songs more vulgar that it is better not to repeat.
The two came to another section and saw a car that was taking place behind the same scene but this time the clothes had not been placed carefully on the edge of the cabin but were thrown into the crowd of waiting voters.
The two called in central invited the chairmen of the polling station who asked what he was saying the regulation in such cases and whether the electoral process could continue or be stopped by the unexpected were to strip in the voting booth.
At the police station said the superintendent, some whiskers, who said that such situations were occurring in all sections. It was as if there was a movement to boycott the elections and this was all a ploy female, operated with bombings strip clubs. The commissioner said that sideburns had consulted with the Presidency of the Council and was invited to continue the electoral operations, which could hardly be sabotaged by four potted that perhaps they wanted to attract public attention and in any case necessary to avoid any act of striptease for this terrorist and inviting the police to arrest in direct obscene acts in public places, or rather in the voting booths. The commissioner said
sideburns but he did not feel at the time of giving the order to stop because he thought the offense would be not exist, because if anything was in the thinking of obscenity voters, because if it was true that the garments had been thrown together, but they did not know how the lady was inside the car and when he do not consider it obscene and what terrorism stripper Commissioner said that he could not see this crime, some striptease triggered a mechanism similar to a bomb, but it was different, the strip creates a spread of excitation, a spread of the bomb explosions, in short, did not see terrorism in connection with the strip.
The two policemen were banned pending more precise instructions, but left the cabin Genevieve protecting her nakedness with tabs acclaimed by the crowd that led her in triumph out of the seat.
The rest of the electoral process was not clear, frowning a lot of people wanted to express their preferences but not about candidates but about strippers and this was a miserable end to election day. So much so that then led to the election victories of candidates or no candidates, but women who were previously unknown, but they reached stardom.
The Chair of the Board, however, said that the elections had gone well of late, however, that some of the freedom of the house was renamed and scaled tolerance terrorism strip clubs. The Commissioner was right whiskers, did not see the connection between terrorism and strip in the voting booth and could not even see the obscene acts in public places.
Many of the strippers showed up in post-election rallies and were interviewed live by Bruno Vespa in the program that he introduced the evening with the usual bells and put them in comparison with famous editors. In particular, the editor of Il Giornale said that if he had done to bring down the preferences of the President, the votes then went to the other coalition parties and even then the strip had resulted in a defeat of the house of freedom, then at the bottom the situation remained as it was, there was a reaction to that of someone who wanted to rob a door to door on live TV but the broadcast was taken in hand by the holder and also if you could see the clothes went flying by ignore it and television viewers were dumbfounded. But this was after the election day which will be better to speak on another occasion.

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AND WHY WRITE?


I write is a human activity, we can consider a number of aspects.
It is an intellectual activity. It allows the brain to reason, calculate, weigh the words, letters, points of punctuation, speech, period.
is an expression. Like almost all our activities, we can go out of our shell and put in writing our thoughts.
is an activity and as such we can like it or not.
If writing gives us pleasure, it is good for us to satisfy the desire that sometimes we are writing, because we give ourselves a great pleasure.
is a pleasant pastime for many people, you spend hours in the company of your pencil or pen or keyboard, depending on the instrument that we prefer to use and that gives us more pleasure at that time.
is an activity that brings us to another world, the world of writing or writings.

And rightly divides the world of Italo Calvino's writing from the world of what is not written, however that may be just as full of lights, voices, interest and pleasure, but it is different from the world of writing.
-world script also includes the reading, which can not be exercised without a script, and the study, which mainly uses the reading and writing, and I also believe the accounts and accounting, as well as the writings of many professions, intellectuals, projects, even those crafts, et cetera.

because the world of writing is in contact with the greatest part of mankind, and in many periods of our lives. But Calvin was referring to the world of books of literature, or at least the literary writings.
Now writing is one of our expressions, with which we come into full contact with the outside world, we try to bring out our inner strength. Even without
readers, write us and let us express our thoughts out of our intimacy and fill out a sheet that was once white. Write
is therefore a particular moment of our lives and becomes a moment of extreme importance when we communicate through it.
Write to communicate, to get in touch, to feel strongly someone else, to leave the solitude
Write. And hard to live your day.
And drawing with the words that we can see the world.
And put in this project our feelings, our ideas, concepts that have made their way within us, along with your powers of observation, to their inner conversation in their own language, a breach of our vision, our sharpness or dullness, to our point of view, our angle of view, our sexuality, and fill the package also of the environment of which we are surrounded, however, expressions that are being felt, the fears, of what we have in common and that is ours, and feel that the paper should have a little of everything, even something mysterious escapes us, but we grasp for a moment.
Write to feel alive in the world, to leave the greyness of the boredom of unspoken words and never written to say something at a time when we go to state, to feel alive, to feel life through the word, which is a great gift we have. Write
to learn to write, to follow a mysterious, to follow a word that has inspired us, to draw an image of beauty that we never make it, groped for putting our truest thoughts on the paper-and-white to fill the end of this leaflet in order to feel stronger for his silence.
Write to spend time in a pleasant way, to make our day less gloomy, to get out of laziness that surrounds us in the veins, to play a nice part of the writer, or failing that then the player or players that even that of the protagonist and together the the viewer.
Write because you have the mania to write down their thoughts and then having to think about how to correct them, because we like to teach someone and not having any time we like to do with the teachers ourselves. Write
because sometimes we run away somewhere between words and poetical stealthily image we ran below and then write it serves to hold that image, but rarely do we do it we can do so only with writing, and the beauty of the image fascinates us .
Write to hear live, the words are life, our life revolves about the most important words we have learned to say and that we have learned to put together, when we use more of our words then life get out of hand, writing is living with a certain intensity.
And why write, this is the question, everyone will have your answer, you could write thousands of books with the answers, then you may discover that anyone can draw something in response, I do not know a ship in a sea or a large plane in the sky through the clouds, or a donkey that carries its load with difficulty on a twisting road, or an ant carries its heavy burden in a wide street for giant ants from flowers, and you could even go up from the answers to intimate reasons, any answer would give something, a small portrait of the face of the author's response may be contained in it.
Answers may be the most varied but we could imagine to divide them into two groups, those who seek profit and personal gain in the action of writing and those which seek simply impersonal altruism, generosity, the writer's gift to others. This could be an economic profile if you want answers.
Others may find the philosophical point of view, in search of knowledge away, and may wander from the ideal world to the problems of existence, from monads to atoms, from Carpe Diem to the cogito ergo sum, I would write a response according to some of the spirit, according to others a need to materialize, or the expression of a struggle or a literary internalized for use in the ruling class.
Writing is certainly a literary event, in some cases it is often a protest against a silence that is deafening, and then the author feels the need to say something to write about his writing and reach a set of readers who reader to show him their protest against the silence, indifference against which to them is unjustified.
And the literary event also becomes a protest against an unjust act, becomes an affirmation of justice against injustice, indifference, it becomes a cry that seeks to affirm the sensitivity the indifference of man in general preached and practiced, and writing becomes a search for something that moves from indifference, something fascinating to say something but just against the unjust.
However, if this were always the reason of writing, does not explain the proliferation of writings insignificant, with no sense of writings and the writings of all concerned to a particular purpose, in which the investigation of the just and the unjust becomes unnecessary if even ridiculous.

So many times since writing can be designed to gain a particular interest or something like that, I do not know a thing or promotion of a character, and then send to hell cries against the callousness and indifference and try to gain consensus and read in every way, even devious.
We can safely say that this form of writing aimed at personal gain or some powerful group is that today is more support and greater success.
We can also safely say that though most of these writings aimed at immediate profit and success, and sponsored by some powerful they end up disappearing from circulation, at least compared to the success in the short term for a short time, a couple of years are disappearing from the scene many people who have acquired a devastating success and sudden popularity, even if their books remain in the libraries of many houses, and may remain on witnesses in the successes won in a particular historical moment.
the history of literature is then enriched by people who would not find in any text input, but to whom you frequently have to mention the obligatory reference to literary success that marked a historic moment and thus have the opportunity to go back to the time Town and try to understand the reason for that success.
However, if the history of literature referring only success in terms of circulation it would give us a picture at times depressing.
Perhaps that is why some stories of the literatures of some countries or at least appear desolately sparsely populated or even unpopulated and we can not explain this almost total absence of the authors of some importance in large African or Arab countries, without reference to the criteria of circulation and reputation in the country domain, the problem of colonialism and how it can be crushed so heavy all the expressions of the colonized.
These reflections on the writing because it can lead to other roads, may allow us to wander along.
I realize that there is no easy answer to this question.
However, it is and will always remain a fundamental question that will always lead to a reflection on the state of the people, culture, literature, arts in general, the difficulty and freedom of expression or not.

II

Writing is a pleasure for those who experience the pleasure.
Write a letter to a loved one allows us to put ourselves in inner communication with each other, to hear our most intimate recesses, but also to feel in touch with the soul of the other, with what we know of him and enter in his soul with our words, hoping that we read with some care.

Write your own reflection gives us the pleasure to strengthen the arguments of our thinking, to build a small castle with the script for those who want to express our beliefs and strengthen them by force the written word.

The pleasure is difficult to theorize, pleasure and pain are the subject of the reflections of all the pleasure but for many it becomes something very difficult to prove, distracted as we look at our difficulties or needs real or fictitious we take every day so we do not know sometimes experience the pleasure of things, could not live naturally.
Writing is a pleasure but sometimes demands sacrifice, we must learn to write and need to cultivate the writing because it can give us his pleasure.

But without writing and without reading we reduce our visual field, we reduce our intuitions and our intelligence, we take off valuable assets for our life and its development, and we prefer to turn to other fields and other areas of our interests or prefer not to grow our interests and to stand and watch what happens around us with a certain liabilities. Gives us the pleasure of writing, it makes us feel alive and capable, gives us a small or great emotion, it touches the strings of our heart.
So if it becomes one of our vital need and gives us an intimate pleasure, it becomes our duty to cultivate the writing, always look for new content, look for tracks to write about, always go in search of something, but above all to be always in search of 'inspiration.
A pleasure, a need, a duty to ourselves and to others that eventually we will want to read, if we are able to convey our feelings and our emotions.
There are many times when the urge to write becomes urgent, there pushing hard, it becomes a primary need, it becomes necessary to write as a drink, our life needs of our writings to give meaning to our days, and when we fail to from the turning to the pen long as we feel oppressed by this urgency from within that calls us and we need as nourishment because of write into it we find some answers to the big question marks that haunt us.
writing is therefore an activity that can be necessary to many people who are not writers by profession, or at least who have not acquired the reputation of writers, but can draw a great utility for themselves, their lives, and having a nice benefit. In writing, they find an approach to an asset which is to discover and provide them with some of the secrets of life, sometimes unknowingly approach the mysteries of art that reveals the inner nature of reality and discover the fascination of artistic creation.
And together they discover the mystery of the hidden reality with their fantasy.
why I believe that the activity of writing is performed mainly for their own needs and interests and needs of the person who writes, before there is someone who reads it.

III
Dear Mr. reader, if we need adventures is because our life is an adventure in itself, since our birth until after death and who knows if they occupy the religions that make us see a continuation of ' adventure after our departure from this world. The adventure begins when comedian kicking in the womb of our mother and we need space, food, life will we have to make us present to witness that life is something of a mystery that begins in a dark cave in which, however nothing is done we fail, our mother provides all our needs and we are, but who knows maybe we feel motions of the soul and begin to make us feel with the kicks.
Writing is one of our motions of the soul, writing is indeed an adventure of the soul, if we could try to study who feels the need to write down our inner adventures, and psychological research confirms that we write from we draw some satisfaction to our most basic needs, among other things the need to feel alive and kicking us feel vital if only to act out on the blank sheet the way we feel.
Writing is a movement, indeed we might compare the writing to the trip, is an adventurous journey, we start with a goal but do not know the episodes that follow us, you do not know the landscape even if the journey we have already done it several times, the landscape is always a new surprise or was further marred, however, our soul is as if he plucked the first time, by writing, we travel through time and space and look at the view of this adventure of the soul.
And if the landscape is gray, try not to sadden us, if the sky is obscured by clouds waiting for the sun to reappear with its rays and rips the blanket of clouds.
And the voices, and the conflict between the men come to us with the landscape, and we need to clear my head on the conflict and the need of the conflict and also on the necessity of settling the conflict, harmonization grinding of various items, we need to understand what is this constant struggle for life that takes us all individually and that sometimes leads to quarrels exasperated but also to see the world of emotions that are recomposed, the need for affection, look at the strokes, rescue, kisses, hugs, support and selflessness.
And on this trip we also enter into the issue of conflict between doing nothing and on the other hand, the sheer hard work, the workaholic.

And we must realize that the word becomes a measurement, it becomes the rule to come into our inner conflict becomes a way to join in the adventure and the journey of our soul and in the the reader.
Why write one part deals with the writer, the other people who also read the manuscript

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AND WHY WRITE?


I write is a human activity, we can consider a number of aspects.
It is an intellectual activity. It allows the brain to reason, calculate, weigh the words, letters, points of punctuation, speech, period.
is an expression. Like almost all our activities, we can go out of our shell and put in writing our thoughts.
is an activity and as such we can like it or not.
If writing gives us pleasure, it is good for us to satisfy the desire that sometimes we are writing, because we give ourselves a great pleasure.
is a pleasant pastime for many people, you spend hours in the company of your pencil or pen or keyboard, depending on the instrument that we prefer to use and that gives us more pleasure at that time.
is an activity that brings us to another world, the world of writing or writings.

And rightly divides the world of Italo Calvino's writing from the world of what is not written, however that may be just as full of lights, voices, interest and pleasure, but it is different from the world of writing.
-world script also includes the reading, which can not be exercised without a script, and the study, which mainly uses the reading and writing, and I also believe the accounts and accounting, as well as the writings of many professions, intellectuals, projects, even those crafts, et cetera.

because the world of writing is in contact with the greatest part of mankind, and in many periods of our lives. But Calvin was referring to the world of books of literature, or at least the literary writings.
Now writing is one of our expressions, with which we come into full contact with the outside world, we try to bring out our inner strength. Even without
readers, write us and let us express our thoughts out of our intimacy and fill out a sheet that was once white. Write
is therefore a particular moment of our lives and becomes a moment of extreme importance when we communicate through it.
Write to communicate, to get in touch, to feel strongly someone else, to leave the solitude
Write. And hard to live your day.
And drawing with the words that we can see the world.
And put in this project our feelings, our ideas, concepts that have made their way within us, along with your powers of observation, to their inner conversation in their own language, a breach of our vision, our sharpness or dullness, to our point of view, our angle of view, our sexuality, and fill the package also of the environment of which we are surrounded, however, expressions that are being felt, the fears, of what we have in common and that is ours, and feel that the paper should have a little of everything, even something mysterious escapes us, but we grasp for a moment.
Write to feel alive in the world, to leave the greyness of the boredom of unspoken words and never written to say something at a time when we go to state, to feel alive, to feel life through the word, which is a great gift we have. Write
to learn to write, to follow a mysterious, to follow a word that has inspired us, to draw an image of beauty that we never make it, groped for putting our truest thoughts on the paper-and-white to fill the end of this leaflet in order to feel stronger for his silence.
Write to spend time in a pleasant way, to make our day less gloomy, to get out of laziness that surrounds us in the veins, to play a nice part of the writer, or failing that then the player or players that even that of the protagonist and together the the viewer.
Write because you have the mania to write down their thoughts and then having to think about how to correct them, because we like to teach someone and not having any time we like to do with the teachers ourselves. Write
because sometimes we run away somewhere between words and poetical stealthily image we ran below and then write it serves to hold that image, but rarely do we do it we can do so only with writing, and the beauty of the image fascinates us .
Write to hear live, the words are life, our life revolves about the most important words we have learned to say and that we have learned to put together, when we use more of our words then life get out of hand, writing is living with a certain intensity.
And why write, this is the question, everyone will have your answer, you could write thousands of books with the answers, then you may discover that anyone can draw something in response, I do not know a ship in a sea or a large plane in the sky through the clouds, or a donkey that carries its load with difficulty on a twisting road, or an ant carries its heavy burden in a wide street for giant ants from flowers, and you could even go up from the answers to intimate reasons, any answer would give something, a small portrait of the face of the author's response may be contained in it.
Answers may be the most varied but we could imagine to divide them into two groups, those who seek profit and personal gain in the action of writing and those which seek simply impersonal altruism, generosity, the writer's gift to others. This could be an economic profile if you want answers.
Others may find the philosophical point of view, in search of knowledge away, and may wander from the ideal world to the problems of existence, from monads to atoms, from Carpe Diem to the cogito ergo sum, I would write a response according to some of the spirit, according to others a need to materialize, or the expression of a struggle or a literary internalized for use in the ruling class.
Writing is certainly a literary event, in some cases it is often a protest against a silence that is deafening, and then the author feels the need to say something to write about his writing and reach a set of readers who reader to show him their protest against the silence, indifference against which to them is unjustified.
And the literary event also becomes a protest against an unjust act, becomes an affirmation of justice against injustice, indifference, it becomes a cry that seeks to affirm the sensitivity the indifference of man in general preached and practiced, and writing becomes a search for something that moves from indifference, something fascinating to say something but just against the unjust.
However, if this were always the reason of writing, does not explain the proliferation of writings insignificant, with no sense of writings and the writings of all concerned to a particular purpose, in which the investigation of the just and the unjust becomes unnecessary if even ridiculous.

So many times since writing can be designed to gain a particular interest or something like that, I do not know a thing or promotion of a character, and then send to hell cries against the callousness and indifference and try to gain consensus and read in every way, even devious.
We can safely say that this form of writing aimed at personal gain or some powerful group is that today is more support and greater success.
We can also safely say that though most of these writings aimed at immediate profit and success, and sponsored by some powerful they end up disappearing from circulation, at least compared to the success in the short term for a short time, a couple of years are disappearing from the scene many people who have acquired a devastating success and sudden popularity, even if their books remain in the libraries of many houses, and may remain on witnesses in the successes won in a particular historical moment.
the history of literature is then enriched by people who would not find in any text input, but to whom you frequently have to mention the obligatory reference to literary success that marked a historic moment and thus have the opportunity to go back to the time Town and try to understand the reason for that success.
However, if the history of literature referring only success in terms of circulation it would give us a picture at times depressing.
Perhaps that is why some stories of the literatures of some countries or at least appear desolately sparsely populated or even unpopulated and we can not explain this almost total absence of the authors of some importance in large African or Arab countries, without reference to the criteria of circulation and reputation in the country domain, the problem of colonialism and how it can be crushed so heavy all the expressions of the colonized.
These reflections on the writing because it can lead to other roads, may allow us to wander along.
I realize that there is no easy answer to this question.
However, it is and will always remain a fundamental question that will always lead to a reflection on the state of the people, culture, literature, arts in general, the difficulty and freedom of expression or not.

II

Writing is a pleasure for those who experience the pleasure.
Write a letter to a loved one allows us to put ourselves in inner communication with each other, to hear our most intimate recesses, but also to feel in touch with the soul of the other, with what we know of him and enter in his soul with our words, hoping that we read with some care.

Write your own reflection gives us the pleasure to strengthen the arguments of our thinking, to build a small castle with the script for those who want to express our beliefs and strengthen them by force the written word.

The pleasure is difficult to theorize, pleasure and pain are the subject of the reflections of all the pleasure but for many it becomes something very difficult to prove, distracted as we look at our difficulties or needs real or fictitious we take every day so we do not know sometimes experience the pleasure of things, could not live naturally.
Writing is a pleasure but sometimes demands sacrifice, we must learn to write and need to cultivate the writing because it can give us his pleasure.

But without writing and without reading we reduce our visual field, we reduce our intuitions and our intelligence, we take off valuable assets for our life and its development, and we prefer to turn to other fields and other areas of our interests or prefer not to grow our interests and to stand and watch what happens around us with a certain liabilities. Gives us the pleasure of writing, it makes us feel alive and capable, gives us a small or great emotion, it touches the strings of our heart.
So if it becomes one of our vital need and gives us an intimate pleasure, it becomes our duty to cultivate the writing, always look for new content, look for tracks to write about, always go in search of something, but above all to be always in search of 'inspiration.
A pleasure, a need, a duty to ourselves and to others that eventually we will want to read, if we are able to convey our feelings and our emotions.
There are many times when the urge to write becomes urgent, there pushing hard, it becomes a primary need, it becomes necessary to write as a drink, our life needs of our writings to give meaning to our days, and when we fail to from the turning to the pen long as we feel oppressed by this urgency from within that calls us and we need as nourishment because of write into it we find some answers to the big question marks that haunt us.
writing is therefore an activity that can be necessary to many people who are not writers by profession, or at least who have not acquired the reputation of writers, but can draw a great utility for themselves, their lives, and having a nice benefit. In writing, they find an approach to an asset which is to discover and provide them with some of the secrets of life, sometimes unknowingly approach the mysteries of art that reveals the inner nature of reality and discover the fascination of artistic creation.
And together they discover the mystery of the hidden reality with their fantasy.
why I believe that the activity of writing is performed mainly for their own needs and interests and needs of the person who writes, before there is someone who reads it.

III
Dear Mr. reader, if we need adventures is because our life is an adventure in itself, since our birth until after death and who knows if they occupy the religions that make us see a continuation of ' adventure after our departure from this world. The adventure begins when comedian kicking in the womb of our mother and we need space, food, life will we have to make us present to witness that life is something of a mystery that begins in a dark cave in which, however nothing is done we fail, our mother provides all our needs and we are, but who knows maybe we feel motions of the soul and begin to make us feel with the kicks.
Writing is one of our motions of the soul, writing is indeed an adventure of the soul, if we could try to study who feels the need to write down our inner adventures, and psychological research confirms that we write from we draw some satisfaction to our most basic needs, among other things the need to feel alive and kicking us feel vital if only to act out on the blank sheet the way we feel.
Writing is a movement, indeed we might compare the writing to the trip, is an adventurous journey, we start with a goal but do not know the episodes that follow us, you do not know the landscape even if the journey we have already done it several times, the landscape is always a new surprise or was further marred, however, our soul is as if he plucked the first time, by writing, we travel through time and space and look at the view of this adventure of the soul.
And if the landscape is gray, try not to sadden us, if the sky is obscured by clouds waiting for the sun to reappear with its rays and rips the blanket of clouds.
And the voices, and the conflict between the men come to us with the landscape, and we need to clear my head on the conflict and the need of the conflict and also on the necessity of settling the conflict, harmonization grinding of various items, we need to understand what is this constant struggle for life that takes us all individually and that sometimes leads to quarrels exasperated but also to see the world of emotions that are recomposed, the need for affection, look at the strokes, rescue, kisses, hugs, support and selflessness.
And on this trip we also enter into the issue of conflict between doing nothing and on the other hand, the sheer hard work, the workaholic.

And we must realize that the word becomes a measurement, it becomes the rule to come into our inner conflict becomes a way to join in the adventure and the journey of our soul and in the the reader.
Why write one part deals with the writer, the other people who also read the manuscript

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THE ANT TAMARA


spring arrived in the big woods.
Everything was flourishing, Bush pulled out all its gems, the trees were adorned with necklaces of vines, pines produce large quantities of resin that flowed from their bark, and there were the birds that sang melodies and even the cricket began to voice her song.
were finally taken the representations of the great theater of nature after the winter break. The ant
Tamara had to work in joy, in single file, back and forth to bring the treasures found in the nest.
The nightingales were singing love poems, the flies were buzzing about the great symphonies of air, the butterflies arrived in sparkling colors and designs that beat their wings and came to rest in the most unlikely places. The show had already started in full, the actors came on stage one at a time or in groups, the sunlight followed them in the choreography. The ant
Tamara tried not to distract from his obscure work, was to bring precious grains, loaded them on the back and sometimes they fell with great force and then she drives them, not to lose his place in the line of ants working.

Yet had a great desire to stop watching the show, heard the songs, saw the colors more vivid and bright, also felt the strong, heady scent, but could not interrupt his work, and she was sorry.
asked for a small allowance but was denied when the time comes you can rest, now is the time to work hard.
And to think that he was working continuously for months without a moment's interruption.
They had built a great building, a huge warehouse, and now they were filling it with supplies in order to address peacefully the cold season, when rain and snow would make it more difficult. The ant
Tamara clenched teeth and pushed his load.
Every day was precious, the organization of the work was meticulous, and as he felt that the nature of love and is ready for the season of flowering also felt that this was the best time for the group's work in the common interest of all ants. The ant
Tamara but she felt the call of the summer. He wanted desperately to stop that work so hard, he wanted to see, she wanted to hear the glad tidings that were taken with the show.
and stopped. He began to leave his grain and looked around.

was immediately reprimanded by the foreman, it was impossible to stop, could not hinder the row, was invited to return immediately to his post, was threatened with severe sanctions. But the ant
Tamara only wanted a break, not that he did not want to work anymore, but also wanted to try something, its a little moment, and stopped to watch the show.
So vehement was engulfed by a row of other ants, he tried desperately to dodge the blows, but proceeded without looking at those because they were not used to find obstacles and crushed it with different grains.
battered, the ant when Tamara was gone the whole line began to lick their wounds and finally watched the show, but it was all sore.
It was engulfed by the row came back to collect other grains.
If I could fly, he murmured to himself, I leverei from this awkward position in an instant. It tried to fly, but she could not, was for some time that most of the ants had lost the ability to fly.
The foreman warned going through near the increasingly severe, but she was so stunned that she felt almost nothing, so at some point was a team of supervisors who took weight and dragged her away by force and locked in a small dark cubicle in the bottom of the anthill, which is held pending his trial.
After a couple of days on which the ant was left fast Tamara was brought before the Court of Justice. There was
Mr. Judge Senior Judge on the fringes and the judge rapporteur, was a panel of three judges, three ants elderly would decide his case.
There was an ant in a black gown with a white collar that had the prosecutor, that the public prosecution.
It was called as a witness, the foreman, who said that after taking the oath twice had invited her to return to work, but in vain, had been disobedient. So much so that he had been forced to send him, because not give a bad example to her classmates.
His defense attorney, a lawyer appointed by the court, was a young ant, who kept asking for information, ant but Tamara was scared he would not have expected severe mesh of the criminal justice, and responded with a few brief was discouraged, had been lost.
defense attorney invoked his health problems, was bruised, someone had beaten her, called for a clinical evaluation of his physical condition, and later of his mental condition, because it seemed that the ant was not in full Tamara its capabilities.
After the prosecution and defense exhibits, having heard the witnesses, who were all of the prosecution, the panel retired to decide. The ant
Tamara was afraid, her lawyer encouraged her but you could see that he had a great interest in the story, and so she began to tremble like a leaf.
Finally the judges came back and read the sentence.
In the name of the people of the anthill, given the facts, evaluated the evidence, given the exception of defense, the judges ruled that the ant Tamara was left without food and company out of the nest for a month. The ant
Tamara began to despair.

wanted to tear his hair, but unfortunately the ants do not have hair and it was impossible. He wanted to cry, but unfortunately the ants do not have the equipment lacrimatorio, so it was impossible. So

expressed his despair with great composure, without tears and hysteria at all and was taken by force away from the nest, where he spent the month of exile which he had been convicted. The ant
Tamara had just finished to despair when he met the formic Romir he condemned to exile.

began to exchange views, Romir had a more severe sentence, he was accused of conspiring against the work and encouragement to strike, Romir said she had to wash my face. And went to a small fountain for ants where Tamara rinsed. Then Romir brought a grain and together they began to eat. It arrived the other ants convicted, and there was someone carrying a flask of wine for which Tamara refreshment.
And he realized that there were many ants which had dared to rebel, someone even tried a revolution, the problem was the job, the ant Tamara knew that the work called for breaks which were not granted and the ants rebelled were condemned to exile. A
Formicone old male is barely holding on his hind legs, had spent two years living in exile and could not return to the community of the anthill.

The ant Tamara wanted to protest these injustices, and thought that you had to turn to some powerful advocate for his cause, a more a measure of the ants, not a job without a break, a job that also allowed the ants to enjoy the great spectacle of nature and to take part.
in the evening was sent by an official of the exiled government, but was a check and stopped to talk to the ants and tried to recover the doctrine of tireless work.

was an officer a little later in life that he often repeated the same phrases using them as slogans and tried to inculcate the ideas in the ants a little rebellious. The ant
Tamara thought that this was an opportunity to express their views and began to interrupt the official, who did not like instead of being interrupted while performing slogans.

And so it was worth Tamara was immediately doubled twice with a decree of the same official who had power. After a month the ant
Tamara became ill very melancholy.

could not understand why they had so severely condemned, but more importantly he felt degraded and humiliated. And he began to lose weight and would not eat so much that they were forced to camp infirmary.

The ant Tamara spent his days in an infirmary bed and are now refusing food for weeks and even began to refuse water. Medical staff paramedic and was powerless, no one could help her and she more and more emaciated, so that they sent a phonogram to the commander of the prison demanding that she be allowed to come back the grace and freedom. Tamara
The ant was released from custody a week before the end of the third month and returned to work. But since he was very emaciated was left behind in the nest so that he would recover.
finally recovered and was readmitted to work. It began to push the grains and felt the desire to stop but it was strong and said he could not, would pay again and maybe a more serious penalty, considering that was a repeat offender. So the ant did not ask Tamara more than stopping to watch the spectacle of nature.
And the summer ended, he began the fall, the leaves were falling from the trees, the work continued without interruption because of the ants in the winter we were forced stop, the rain and snow.
winter comes, the ants burrow in the nest to consume the food accumulated, the rainy season had begun, a large stream of water ran through the woods and it was very dangerous for the ants to venture outside the hive, which was built very well able to cope with any water infiltration. Then the ant
Tamara knew that nobody could stop to look and ventured into the midst of the storm.

He built a raft of pine needles and you put on and covered by a peel pine began the search field of the exiles who had been abandoned by all, even the guards who had taken refuge in the nest.
soon came to the camp of exiles driven from the waters. The field was reduced to a swamp. Inside a small cave on the bark of a tree were exiles who had been abandoned by all without food and water. Then the ant
Tamara returned to the anthill and took the supplies and took them to the exiles. Then taken back to the nest by the enthusiasm and wanted to make a further supply. Also because the ants ordered all were resting in their bunks and no one asked him what he was doing.
And she embarked on a new raft of pine needles. That were heavily loaded and filled with water. And he began another journey. And it made it a much more happy.

Every time he came to the exiles celebrated with increasing heat. And they promised that they would always remember. But at some point a centipede began under the raft and Tamara began to take her away. And she put in a different trip in the company of millipedes. And the exiles on the one hand and also in the nest all his friends waited a long time. But the new journey began with the new adventures that are part another story. But in the world so severe labor of the ant is now granted a pause in honor of the ant Tamara.

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THE ANT TAMARA


spring arrived in the big woods.
Everything was flourishing, Bush pulled out all its gems, the trees were adorned with necklaces of vines, pines produce large quantities of resin that flowed from their bark, and there were the birds that sang melodies and even the cricket began to voice her song.
were finally taken the representations of the great theater of nature after the winter break. The ant
Tamara had to work in joy, in single file, back and forth to bring the treasures found in the nest.
The nightingales were singing love poems, the flies were buzzing about the great symphonies of air, the butterflies arrived in sparkling colors and designs that beat their wings and came to rest in the most unlikely places. The show had already started in full, the actors came on stage one at a time or in groups, the sunlight followed them in the choreography. The ant
Tamara tried not to distract from his obscure work, was to bring precious grains, loaded them on the back and sometimes they fell with great force and then she drives them, not to lose his place in the line of ants working.

Yet had a great desire to stop watching the show, heard the songs, saw the colors more vivid and bright, also felt the strong, heady scent, but could not interrupt his work, and she was sorry.
asked for a small allowance but was denied when the time comes you can rest, now is the time to work hard.
And to think that he was working continuously for months without a moment's interruption.
They had built a great building, a huge warehouse, and now they were filling it with supplies in order to address peacefully the cold season, when rain and snow would make it more difficult. The ant
Tamara clenched teeth and pushed his load.
Every day was precious, the organization of the work was meticulous, and as he felt that the nature of love and is ready for the season of flowering also felt that this was the best time for the group's work in the common interest of all ants. The ant
Tamara but she felt the call of the summer. He wanted desperately to stop that work so hard, he wanted to see, she wanted to hear the glad tidings that were taken with the show.
and stopped. He began to leave his grain and looked around.

was immediately reprimanded by the foreman, it was impossible to stop, could not hinder the row, was invited to return immediately to his post, was threatened with severe sanctions. But the ant
Tamara only wanted a break, not that he did not want to work anymore, but also wanted to try something, its a little moment, and stopped to watch the show.
So vehement was engulfed by a row of other ants, he tried desperately to dodge the blows, but proceeded without looking at those because they were not used to find obstacles and crushed it with different grains.
battered, the ant when Tamara was gone the whole line began to lick their wounds and finally watched the show, but it was all sore.
It was engulfed by the row came back to collect other grains.
If I could fly, he murmured to himself, I leverei from this awkward position in an instant. It tried to fly, but she could not, was for some time that most of the ants had lost the ability to fly.
The foreman warned going through near the increasingly severe, but she was so stunned that she felt almost nothing, so at some point was a team of supervisors who took weight and dragged her away by force and locked in a small dark cubicle in the bottom of the anthill, which is held pending his trial.
After a couple of days on which the ant was left fast Tamara was brought before the Court of Justice. There was
Mr. Judge Senior Judge on the fringes and the judge rapporteur, was a panel of three judges, three ants elderly would decide his case.
There was an ant in a black gown with a white collar that had the prosecutor, that the public prosecution.
It was called as a witness, the foreman, who said that after taking the oath twice had invited her to return to work, but in vain, had been disobedient. So much so that he had been forced to send him, because not give a bad example to her classmates.
His defense attorney, a lawyer appointed by the court, was a young ant, who kept asking for information, ant but Tamara was scared he would not have expected severe mesh of the criminal justice, and responded with a few brief was discouraged, had been lost.
defense attorney invoked his health problems, was bruised, someone had beaten her, called for a clinical evaluation of his physical condition, and later of his mental condition, because it seemed that the ant was not in full Tamara its capabilities.
After the prosecution and defense exhibits, having heard the witnesses, who were all of the prosecution, the panel retired to decide. The ant
Tamara was afraid, her lawyer encouraged her but you could see that he had a great interest in the story, and so she began to tremble like a leaf.
Finally the judges came back and read the sentence.
In the name of the people of the anthill, given the facts, evaluated the evidence, given the exception of defense, the judges ruled that the ant Tamara was left without food and company out of the nest for a month. The ant
Tamara began to despair.

wanted to tear his hair, but unfortunately the ants do not have hair and it was impossible. He wanted to cry, but unfortunately the ants do not have the equipment lacrimatorio, so it was impossible. So

expressed his despair with great composure, without tears and hysteria at all and was taken by force away from the nest, where he spent the month of exile which he had been convicted. The ant
Tamara had just finished to despair when he met the formic Romir he condemned to exile.

began to exchange views, Romir had a more severe sentence, he was accused of conspiring against the work and encouragement to strike, Romir said she had to wash my face. And went to a small fountain for ants where Tamara rinsed. Then Romir brought a grain and together they began to eat. It arrived the other ants convicted, and there was someone carrying a flask of wine for which Tamara refreshment.
And he realized that there were many ants which had dared to rebel, someone even tried a revolution, the problem was the job, the ant Tamara knew that the work called for breaks which were not granted and the ants rebelled were condemned to exile. A
Formicone old male is barely holding on his hind legs, had spent two years living in exile and could not return to the community of the anthill.

The ant Tamara wanted to protest these injustices, and thought that you had to turn to some powerful advocate for his cause, a more a measure of the ants, not a job without a break, a job that also allowed the ants to enjoy the great spectacle of nature and to take part.
in the evening was sent by an official of the exiled government, but was a check and stopped to talk to the ants and tried to recover the doctrine of tireless work.

was an officer a little later in life that he often repeated the same phrases using them as slogans and tried to inculcate the ideas in the ants a little rebellious. The ant
Tamara thought that this was an opportunity to express their views and began to interrupt the official, who did not like instead of being interrupted while performing slogans.

And so it was worth Tamara was immediately doubled twice with a decree of the same official who had power. After a month the ant
Tamara became ill very melancholy.

could not understand why they had so severely condemned, but more importantly he felt degraded and humiliated. And he began to lose weight and would not eat so much that they were forced to camp infirmary.

The ant Tamara spent his days in an infirmary bed and are now refusing food for weeks and even began to refuse water. Medical staff paramedic and was powerless, no one could help her and she more and more emaciated, so that they sent a phonogram to the commander of the prison demanding that she be allowed to come back the grace and freedom. Tamara
The ant was released from custody a week before the end of the third month and returned to work. But since he was very emaciated was left behind in the nest so that he would recover.
finally recovered and was readmitted to work. It began to push the grains and felt the desire to stop but it was strong and said he could not, would pay again and maybe a more serious penalty, considering that was a repeat offender. So the ant did not ask Tamara more than stopping to watch the spectacle of nature.
And the summer ended, he began the fall, the leaves were falling from the trees, the work continued without interruption because of the ants in the winter we were forced stop, the rain and snow.
winter comes, the ants burrow in the nest to consume the food accumulated, the rainy season had begun, a large stream of water ran through the woods and it was very dangerous for the ants to venture outside the hive, which was built very well able to cope with any water infiltration. Then the ant
Tamara knew that nobody could stop to look and ventured into the midst of the storm.

He built a raft of pine needles and you put on and covered by a peel pine began the search field of the exiles who had been abandoned by all, even the guards who had taken refuge in the nest.
soon came to the camp of exiles driven from the waters. The field was reduced to a swamp. Inside a small cave on the bark of a tree were exiles who had been abandoned by all without food and water. Then the ant
Tamara returned to the anthill and took the supplies and took them to the exiles. Then taken back to the nest by the enthusiasm and wanted to make a further supply. Also because the ants ordered all were resting in their bunks and no one asked him what he was doing.
And she embarked on a new raft of pine needles. That were heavily loaded and filled with water. And he began another journey. And it made it a much more happy.

Every time he came to the exiles celebrated with increasing heat. And they promised that they would always remember. But at some point a centipede began under the raft and Tamara began to take her away. And she put in a different trip in the company of millipedes. And the exiles on the one hand and also in the nest all his friends waited a long time. But the new journey began with the new adventures that are part another story. But in the world so severe labor of the ant is now granted a pause in honor of the ant Tamara.

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CONSIDERATIONS "The Conformist by Alberto Moravia
Summary
The novel is set during the period of fascism.
The novel begins with a dramatic impulse toward violence as a child of the protagonist, Marcello, who discovers the perverse pleasure of killing animals and begins with the massacre of seven lizards.

Then Marcello tries to involve her playmate and neighbor Robert but he refuses to participate in another massacre lizards, saying that "bad."

But then the protagonist wants revenge and pulls the sling shots to the point of the hedge from which Bob then goes to her garden when she sees around the ivy but then you realize you have killed a cat, then took remorse confides to his mother that he killed a cat but the mother does not listen.

Marcello Then comes another story of his childhood, he is teased by his classmates because he has a way of doing things that they say "sissy" and is chased by some of his exit from school companions are forced to wear a skirt.

While they are doing this violence are stopped by a mysterious gentleman who is a driver of a Roll-Royce, which makes up the car and took him for a walk; Marcello is obsessed by the desire to have a gun and this guy named Lino promises that will give his gun if he will do what he wants, Marcello was involved in an attempt to have this Lino relations with him but he refused and got hold of the gun shoots and realizes that shows no signs of life and run away . This episode of
Lino is a fundamental episode in the novel.

Marcello Lino is sure to be killed and live his life with this security, he does not feel a particular sense of guilt for this murder because he was forced to defend something which the other wanted him repulsive force, however, this indifference to the crime and addiction are part of the novel and will affect the life of the protagonist.
Marcello is looking obsessive and continuous normality, a normal life, he aspires to hear this normal for him, he becomes engaged to Giulia, who would become his wife and looks for his normality, he is obsessed with this idea of \u200b\u200bnormality also because his father during his adolescence, he joined the madness.
Marcello graduated and found employment at the Ministry, namely which intelligence officer during a day and goes with her mother to find his father in the clinic where he was admitted.

The figure of the mother embodies another eccentric character, or rather looking for his extravagance, a character who would not love that so surrounds himself with ten small dogs, who are indifferent or always try to be indifferent affected the authority of Marcellus. During this visit to his father, they wrote on pieces of paper repeatedly and obsession with two words: "Slaughter and melancholy and affects its willingness to declare war, a war that is about to burst.
Marcello is about to marry Julia, which is a nice girl for him to marry and start a family is part of that quest for normalcy that he seeks, but Julia is not for this obsessive research, she lives her normal with absolute simplicity, everything takes place in front of her because she can reach her perfectly normal dream to get married and have children by the man she loves.

Giulia's mother and says that he loves Marcello is so good, as is her husband who passed away six years ago and since then has left a huge void in the heart of the mother of Julia, who cries often memory of her husband.
Marcello secretly received an assignment to be performed during his honeymoon in Paris, to collaborate somehow political murder of a former professor at the University, Professor Quadri, who lives in Paris.

He will simply have to indicate who is the perpetrator of the crime, he should make like Judas with Jesus, but he realizes that what he is asked is actually complicit in the crime to make it so dominated throughout life.

Complicity is required to obtain from him the absolute servility and loyalty secure.

so he organizes his honeymoon in Paris, to the delight of Julia, in order to fulfill its task. All with extreme dedication, he has a sense of duty or at least he believes, but in fact is carried away by the events as it is absorbed in his obsessive search for normality.

is placed in contact with the agent Orlando and he agrees with the details of what will be his cooperation in the crime. Meanwhile, preparations are underway for his wedding and asks Marcello to confess that they can then communicate during the ceremony, and he undecided until the last moment whether to confess or to pretend seriously, decides to confess the crime he committed, the story of Lino, but did not say anything about what you are organizing: the confession is a particularly compelling, the priest listened attentively to him, him asking questions but above all a sincere repentance that says it is the only thing that can save.

He leaves a little reassured by his confession, he married and seeks his normal, apart from his trip and look for Julie but before anything else confesses to be the mistress of the lawyer for six years where he works as a secretary that 'the violence has forced it to sell him when she was a girl. Giulia wants to admit this particular because it is no longer a virgin and Marcello forgives calmly, almost casually, and she is almost surprised by so much goodness in its normal but then throws herself into the arms and quietly make love, a love that is so full by the end of her that she is sure that a child will be born. Once in Paris
Marcello tries to phone his old professor, who finally remembers him and invites him to her house. Marcello will be responsible for inviting him to a restaurant where you can indicate Orlando agent with whom you contact and who is also in Paris.
Marcellus and Julia finally go to the home of Professor Quadri appearing to Marcello very different from how he had met at university, is a brilliant man, wearing a suit and sporting a beautiful wife, Lina, which unexpectedly falls in love with Marcello and tumultuously, as to be repeatedly tried to blow it and escape with her.

But here things get complicated because the woman vehemently seeks the love of Julia, who suffers attempts with normality, so that normality Marcello learns from her that she had an affair with her friend and love this little consolation in the violence that was forced to endure the Advocate.
Marcellus and Julia go to restaurants with their spouses Diamonds is where the collaboration of Marcello with the agent Orlando.

They are invited by the boards to spend a holiday in the Savoy with them in the house that the paintings were there. Marcello then immediately call the agent what to Orlando and decided to not accept, because Lina would remain with them in Paris and so be saved for sure.

Lina fact should accompany the visit to Versailles and have an appointment for the next morning, at five in the morning when instead Professor Quadri depart by car for the Savoy.

The next morning, but Lina does have a telegram saying that she left with her husband Marc and change the program of his honeymoon and decided to return immediately to Rome and Julia is surprised but not much.

reporters after a couple of days are filled with news of the murder of the spouses Diamonds stabbed to death. Marcello fears Giulia can ask anything, but nothing he is asked.
The life of the spouses becomes the birth of a beautiful girl, a beautiful house, with the Frigidaire, a nice car, all purchased in installments, installments for twenty-five years.

Marcello is a loving father and talk to the daughter who is now six years old when he suddenly came upon them the event of the fall of fascism, July 25, 1943, Badoglio's declaration that the war continues, but the ' general impression that the war is over, the planes will no longer be said to his daughter Julia who is afraid of airplanes, the couple are about to go on holiday in Tagliacozzo.
the baby to bed the two decide to leave, Marcello wants to see what's happening in the city, find a crowded city at night that celebrates all declare themselves anti-fascists and Marcello also gets involved in conversations that must make the best of change, fascism has collapsed, people celebrating, Marcellus realizes that he is a great defeat, he had bet his life on fascism, in the end find themselves in the Villa Borghese and Marc wants to make love on the grass with his wife, seen at one point approaching a torch, then a voice shouting: "Long time no see." Marcello and hears and sees what is this Linus, that he believed he had killed, but the newspapers had erroneously reported his death, he was survived and now stood guard at the Villa Borghese.

The collapse of fascism is added to this strange affair, the death of Lino on which he had based his life is lacking, was a certainty on which he had built his whole life, with the consequence of its accession to full fascism until the political complicity in the murder of Professor Quadri and his wife.
And the war is not over, so that Marcello is killed by an airplane on their way to Tagliacozzo, safe escape, and the last lines Marcello desperately tries to save his wife and daughter and he jumps out of the car and serves as a target for the plane that hit him and killed him, while his wife and daughter were remained in the car.

Prime brief comment
The novel paints a picture of life under fascism, a particular framework, a family of the original strange Marcello, a senior military father who becomes insane, the mother who does not pay attention to his son, Marcello, who finds comfort in the loving caresses of the maid who makes him understand that parents are arguing, he comes up with the problems of the tendency to violence and the problems of classmates who tease him and then is tempted to owning a gun to gain respect and desire for this gun is mired in history with Lino and fires a pistol shot and believes killing him.
The alleged murder of Lino is one of the foundations of history and on this conviction, he will follow the story and becomes a character of political power and is entangled in this, so that his appointment to work the murder of Professor Quadri is political rightly interpreted by him in a little reflection as a way to imprison him for life and have it always on your side.
The figure is part of Julia as a female figure in the search for normalcy that haunts Marcello. He wants a normal life like others, is deep thinking to do things like other people, of things in common. Instead, Julie is a person who is completely normal, is easily its normal.
light, the fact of having to make the indicator is part of Marcello in its quest for normalcy.
he suffers as if it were natural for the imposition of betraying Professor Quadri and his indifference to the agent with Orlando's comment that the murder was committed in spite of a counter in a case that is not received in time. When it comes
the fall of fascism, Marcello throws himself into the crowd looking for a new normal and something that affects a lot is the scene of a crowd that solace with a plaster bust of the leader is destroyed, and the one that sells for First, the chin and the chin Marcello remembers the strange Professor Quadri.
The strange story of the bust of Mussolini with which the crowd puts on plays in the surprise ending with the reappearance of "Who is not more reviews!" ie that it must have been killed Lino, whose death Marcello had built his whole life, whose death had informed all scruples may be done after years of research on a conservative newspaper.
In the final with a significant gesture Marcello tries and at least there seems to be able to save his family from the airplane that is inseguendo.Egli is killed with the hope that they may be saved.

The topics
The crime and its consequences. The author treats in depth the issue of crime and seems to repeat the theme of Crime and Punishment Dostoevsky, the hero makes a crime as a teenager but it assumes all the consequences and believed to have been forced by an attempt to murder and sexual violence is always justification for his crime but it involves the life choices that do not exclude other crimes, he submits himself completely to the power and working for the secret services of fascism and the murder of Professor Quadri works.

The first crime is the basis of the next and this is clearly highlighted by the choice that the protagonist is a priest in the confession made before the marriage. He chooses to confess his crime as a teenager but also make no mention of the crime in which already is involved, the crime which is working, for which it is carried away by events with fatalism and resignation.
violence, violence as a rule, the author paints a picture of a group of people who live in the midst of violent choices with indifference, violence is searched by Marcello chance to feel normal as a teenager, he takes pleasure in the slaughter of lizards and is surprised that his playmate, Roberto, tell him that he prefers to give up the lizards and that is bad to kill animals. In
sexuality violence often becomes the rule, is described as a sexuality research a little morbid individual pleasure, sexuality torque almost never has sweetness, has more often violence, including violence in the marriage relationship dominates, homosexuality sexuality is often violent, is this in an attempt to Lino beginning of the novel approach of an old man in Paris advances in that Lina, the wife of Professor Quadri ago with Julia, the wife of Marcellus, in the tale with indifference by Julia of her relationship with her friend. The violence lasted for years Giulia lawyer upon striking for the boldness with which it is used up and for the resignation which was sustained.
espionage, a world full of spies, there is always someone who is ready to spy, Marcello enters the system of spies, becomes a spy paid handsomely, and an official of the state that has as its task to make a spy, politician gets involved in the murder of Professor Quadri and he understands that they want to participate in this crime to keep it in hand all his life, complicity in the crime becomes a means to subdue someone and this is an issue that even if it seems to be only touched upon is one of the most important issues in the dynamics of the novel.
Normality and madness on the one hand and the other the fear of madness and the obsessive search of normality. Marcello is normal to feel like an obsession, he feels to be different, to have its own problems, but try to behave in the most ordinary things like everyone else, normally, and takes this normal, with attention to even the simplest gestures, such as the occasion on which ranges from a tobacco store and buy cigarettes and three others with him those same customers are buying cigarettes and the act of giving tobacconist four packets simultaneously to four identical hands of different people, from which it receives payment Marcello feel as immersed in a common ritual and he feels that his normality. On the other hand there is the fear of madness, which comes from early adolescence when his father was struck by the madness and is hospitalized in a psychiatric clinic, and after that there was the episode of the photos in which the parent hole eyes of his wife and son in the picture and this is viewed with extreme terror from home that shows the photo to Marcello and talks about magic and invoices and is terrified by these threats.
The choice of the political, one that had to be a choice for the majority of Italians, which for Marcello becomes a point on which it bases its existence, it is a profound decision, in a time when choices were required for the majority of his is a desired choice is the choice of a field in which to live and on which Marcello has gambled and wagered his entire life, so that at the time of the fall of fascism is shocked but somehow prefer to mix and react the crowd that took to the streets of Rome is in some so celebrating, but what upset him most is the discovery that his first murder there was, that Linus has survived, this makes him despair because the certainty of the crime he had done all his choices, including choices in policy and know that there was no crime to cause the collapse of the whole edifice.
Some concern is the phrase that repeats obsessively Marcello's father during a visit to the clinic that is Marcello with his mother. The phrase is: "Slaughter and melancholy." Marcello's father is a soldier and the doctor tries to make him talk normally, but the madness has taken hold of him. Massacre, the beginning of the novel with the massacre of lizards, then the crime, then the new crime of Professor Quadri which he is forced to cooperate, and this crime could have been avoided if only you had paid attention to the directives of the Ministry at the last gave the countermand. A pointless slaughter and Marcello realizes that everything with indifference could have been avoided, but agrees with sadness that things went well, as with melancholy faces every event of life, tragedy and sadness are a feature of his life and not only its Perhaps they are words that are of great importance for a host to a population, perhaps tragedy and melancholy are in a sequence that affects the bottom most of the Italians at the time of war and civil war which is expected to mark.

A look at the characters
Marcello, the protagonist, lives mainly in thought and in its psychological contradictions, crime and punishment, obsessive search of normality, indifference and resignation to his fate, a growing indifference to crimes, compared to love, then suddenly falls in love with Lina, the wife of Professor Quadri, is swept tumultuously, but its quest for normalcy makes finding the balance that was perdendo.Alla the end it all falls on me, the fall of the regime on which he had staked everything but especially the discovery of the inexistence of the first crime that is killing Lino, of which he was convinced, and this belief was based on all his choices, he had formed his way of reacting to life, had also given his indifference towards others and towards all.
Roberto, his childhood playmate, is a character who comes off for his resolve, he rejects any talk of Marcellus on the pleasure of killing lizards ends with the pithy statement: "I do not want because it's bad!" Therefore, since the beginning of the novel is a character who bravely refuses to conform to violence and the pleasure of killing living beings and with the simple word "is bad," closes each speech, and is even prepared to sacrifice the ' friendship by his own ethics.
Lino, a former seminarian, being banished for having revealed his homosexual inclinations, is described as being repugnant but who knows how to tease the curiosity of Marcello and promises that will give him his gun if he will do as he says, but then is taken from a crisis of anxiety and promise you will not be Marcello prime. The crisis of anxiety Lino and the crisis of conscience dell'adescatore that when trying to lure a teenager he regrets what he is doing and it horrified and asks Marcello to not give in to his flattery and not to answer His words, but can not do without her attempt to soliciting and sexual abuse, but then again is taken from the horror of himself and begs Marco to kill him, once the latter took his revolver and so distressing is that his plea and perhaps especially for this shoot Marcello. The anguish of Flax for its perversity tinged moment of a dark color then continue to drift throughout the novel when the memory of the crime is in riaffaccerà Marcello.
Marcello's mother appears at the beginning of the novel and it is a inward looking character in the search for pleasure and to look beautiful and when her son revealed that he had killed a cat and she even gives us the case is not concerned with minimum discomfort him. Then reappears before the wedding when Marcello go with him to visit the father in the psychiatric clinic where he is hospitalized. She lives alone in the house with ten dogs which live quietly in his bedroom, and a woman who took the time to form a pyramid, from the hips up towards a very large head to toe, a woman who is still looking and pleasure seeking the attentions of his driver, Trees, who has become her lover. It is the first female figure that appears in the novel and what is striking is its inability to love, her indifference to her husband's illness, his clumsy attempt to appear, the scarcity of his relationship with his only son so that does not participate even at her wedding.
Julia, his girlfriend and later wife of Marcellus. Appears initially as a simple woman, only wanting to marry Marcello, whom she admires unconditionally and who always says that is "too good" and when he asks how do we know that he is good, replied simply that so, it's like when you are faced with something beautiful, you can not say because it's beautiful and he is good enough. What is striking in its normal character is simple, natural, very different from the continuous search of normality instead features Marcello. That's normal for the door immediately after the wedding to confess to being a victim of sexual violence for six years by a lawyer where he became the secretary and who was intimate friend of the family and especially his father's friend. This confession makes Giulia especially to confess that I lost my virginity, then an important value. Julia, however, not the entire story of dye colors that are too dramatic and dark, it holds in its normal, happens in life, now she met Marcello and finally came out of this nightmare. Similarly, later in the novel, when courted by Lina, the wife of Professor Quadri, in search of a love between women, Julia, at the specific request of Marcellus, says very simply that you have already had experience in that direction with its friend, lawyer for comfort from affliction of violence, and everything always ease, because it can happen in life. Another picture of Julia is when he says his prayers in bed to put the 6 year old daughter Lucilla is a picture of a mother with her small daughter who teaches prayers. Julia, who lived 's meeting with Professor Quadri and Lisa, even though the newspapers have spoken at length about the murder, does not make any embarrassing question to Marcello.
Giulia's mother is outlined before marriage between Giulia and Marcello, is a rather simple woman who is moved round and continuously to the memory of her husband who died six years ago and that has an infinite hope in that Marcello sees "so good" and that is sure to be a good husband for her daughter and a good father as good as it was her husband. The safety of the mother of Julia on the goodness of Marcello reassure its effect on the validity of his choices. Orlando
agent is described as a common man or at least try to appear that perhaps it seems in the eyes of Marcello, a Sicilian family man with a large family of 5 children who is proud to show in photo. In the account of the murder of Paintings, which he is made to Marcello, it turns out this apparent normality common agent Orlando, his is a common behavior, not a spy murderer who is guilty of numerous crimes, against which, however, seems not to prove anything, are of paperwork that led him to sacrifice himself in numerous trips abroad and then not even have a sign of recognition on the part of those responsible. The only left a little dumbfounded that Marcello is the notice that the same expression in his eyes a little curious that the father, and Marcello is surprised by this, but makes no comment even to himself.
Professor Quadri looks like an old man but who has found the flight from Italy and in political figure and his charm and looks very different from Marcello to that person that he had met at university. He lifted his beard which streamlines its behavior is always deformed hunchback but its not very noticeable, as hours elegant dresses and sports, he likes to live day to day with courage and love Paris, like the local weaving praise to life and freedom of the air we breathe in Paris. He loves to argue with, even if Marcello does it with clever subtlety. Nevertheless seems ready to face any problem with courage and know the danger is always around the corner of the secret police and the murder, but he does not care much.
At his side the character of his wife Lina, a woman who appears in search of pleasure but that would in any way understand something of these two Italians who come to visit her husband does not quite know why, and evidently, as a hunted animal, he smells the danger that lurks behind that courtesy visit. And then she pulls out the nails and all of its weapons of seduction is addressed to Marcello that Giulia. Marcello feels the seduction, Lina has a irrepressible charm about him, so he would leave his wife and jump in the adventure with Lina, he feels he's in love, he feels an overwhelming passion, he wants to screw up, then he understands that the Destiny took its course by now but is happy that Lina will be saved because it has made a commitment to accompany him and his wife to Versailles the next morning. But Lina sends a telegram saying that there has reconsidered and is playing along with her husband. The character of Lina, ambiguous, difficult, but irrepressible, charming and seductive, can overwhelm also a man with so much experience of life as Marcello.

Reflection
The picture which the author gives us a glimpse is the spouse of power with violence and with the crime.
The Secret Service and the set of lights that do not commit crimes come to light but are a normal aspect of the dictatorship.
In this context, fit the normal things, the wedding of Marc and Julia, the goodness of Marcello, who is praised by his mother Julia, the need to make a confession of religious marriage, the forgiveness of the priest to Marcello for the crime he think you have made, his talks with the agent Orlando, preparations for the honeymoon, the Marcello visit his father and mother are in the clinic, the madness of his father, his cryptic phrases.
Everything goes on the same track that leads to participation in accordance with the political murder of Professor Quadri, however, not direct participation, and perhaps desired from above in order not to understand that the same professor who was plotting against him. What is the reason why the collaboration of Marcello? He could not kill the secret police, however, without the professor that he interfered in any way? The author wants us to perhaps see the perversion of the system on the one hand nailed to a complicity Marcello elusive, but to whom he can not escape if he wants to preserve the advantages of its location and other uses him to come out without suspicion Professor Quadri.
power is combined with the crime and the protagonist Marcello feels good and feels that he should comply with the will and feels the need for its participation in this second crime that is inevitable for him first of his alleged crime.
This event is opposed with all his might Lina, the wife of Professor Quadri, who understands something about this visit from a former student of fascist ideas, however, her husband and tries in every way to make the truth come out. But in vain because it is Marcellus confused and impressed by his charm but does not feel betrayed by the power with which the now collusion and soul and body. Even Giulia, once the event consumatosi criminal, shall enter into complicity with Marcello and not addressed any questions. To be on the side of the power of both spouses have their income, their house with Frigidaire, their family life, the automobile.
Suddenly everything seems to be lost with the fall of fascism, just as the couple are preparing to leave for the summer holidays at Tagliacozzo. Marc and Julia feel this sudden lack of security, leaving their homes to see and realize that people took to the streets and that the power of fascism collapsed, so that a group of people will enjoy playing with disdain with a bust depicting Mussolini. But a certain indifference takes the two who believe (or at least Marcello believe) that everything will return to "their" normal and Marcello took a moment of desire is to have a loving relationship with his wife in Villa Borghese at night when approaching a torch and a cry, "Who if not more reviews and see Marcello Lino, the man who he believed to have killed many years ago and which it is not dead. The sudden resurrection of Lino destroys the certainty of the first offense and it carries all the other certainties, Marcello no longer has any confidence and feels lost and deeply troubled. He feels that everything is falling on me. The next day
Tagliacozzo a plane en route to the car bomb and then Marcello performs an act of courage, to save his wife and his daughter decides to hurl herself from the machine after braking to give the impression of wanting to save but instead only draw upon himself the bombing. And with the brave act ends the novel, brave and sacrificial act that might have been unthinkable until recently, until the logic of power and crime had dominated the soul of Marcellus.