HAN THIRTY ONE OR THE OTHER ... 
"Tutti gli altri ne han trentuno", Dicembre incluso. Cosi è se vi pare, e ancora una volta arriviamo last day of the year.
What we have so many things to celebrate, but perhaps not too much to say.
What we agonized about what to do, without allowing time to decide what to think.
What if good intentions are not realized in the first two months then they are good for the following year, and there are some who carry on for decades.
In short, this time of year where we are inundated with parties, which systematically take pounds and you lose money, where everything seems to be more cheerful and more hopeful than shiny, the break with the past is a matter of minutes rather than will. But we really need more time?
few days ago, between Pandora is a sour cherry (Marches cherry wine), read a short pamphlet reasonably well known, called Papalagi and written by a Polynesian village chief returned from his trip to Europe in the early twentieth century. E 'vaguely Naive , and perhaps a little' built by his translator, but worthy of us smiled before throwing in the coming year. There extract some place like New Year's gift:
I say it must be a strange sort of disease, because even assuming that the white man who wants to do something, that his heart truly desires, for example, who wants to go in the sun or on the river with a canoe or wants to love his child, so will ruin any joy, twisting with the thought: "I do not have time to be happy." The time is there, but with all the goodwill he does not see it. Appointment of a thousand things that take away the time, he is morose and whiny to his work that has no desire to do, that does not give him joy and that no one forces him but himself. But then suddenly you notice if you have time, that time is there, or someone gives him more time (s Papalagi we always give each other time, sure, nothing is more highly thought of that), then the missing again the desire, or is tired of his job and no joy. And the next regularly want to do what they do not have time today.
... There are only a few people in Europe who really have the time. Maybe none. For this reason, therefore, most of them run for life as a rolling stone. All or almost walk with his eyes lowered and arms swinging back and forth to go faster. When you want to stop shouting angry, "Why bother me? I do not have time to good use rather see yours. " They are just as if a man walking quickly had more value and was more courage than walking letamente.
... I believe that the time to notice how a snake escapes from a wet hand, just because he tries to keep it so tight. Do not let the way to recover. The following is literally and gives the fighter with extended hands, does not allow him any rest because it can lie in the sun. Time must be his constant companion, must sing and say something. But time is quiet and loves peace and quiet and to lie on a mat. The Papalagi did not include the time, does not recognize it for what it is and therefore was bullied like that with his rude behavior.
Whether right or not, I hope your projects on time and a wonderful 2010 gift to all of you, mes amis ...
embrace Polynesian
Tommy
back in touch 
It 's a bit I'm missing, in fact.
the screens of your computer, more, some less.
From the pages of my script, where I dutifully wrote down all my should be.
From epicenters of your lives, at least physically tossed somewhere in the world once and worry that after comecazzosichiama.
that not even I have not been reported, it is my perception. Maybe I'm not missing, but you fail me.
And perhaps it is no coincidence that I am in Italy now.
That he decided to pursue a master's degree in Emergencies (Emergency Management), which has beaten me to be taken, which have come to terms with Milan and its mists, while returning with the people you've had in recent years , at least physically, far away.
So here I am, the city of fashion, I do not think that fashion never be gone.
As far as we can embroider on, Milan is a city esteticamente non bellissima. L'imponenza maestosa e le marmoree guglie del magnifico Duomo e lo sfarzo luccicante della Galleria Vittorio Emanuele non possono sopperire alle carenze di una città in cui sono assenti luoghi di socializzazione di massa all'aperto, in cui si fa tutto di corsa per sfuggire ai propri stereotipi e dove l'azzurro del cielo - che bellissimo si contrappone al bianco del Duomo - solo raramente riesce a farsi vivo penetrando la coltre di nebbia semipermanente che avvolge la città.
Cercano invece di sopperirvi i tantissimi luoghi d'incontro, le mille attrattive culturali e la frizzante (ma carissima) vita notturna.
E -anche se parzialmente, sono pur sempre un metereopatico- ci riescono se added to the main reason of my stay in Milan: the aforementioned Master in Emergencies ISPI (Institute for International Policy Studies).
valid, valuable, and invigorating for the hungry minds of those who were often surrounded by people in the field of international cooperation is often confused with good heart capacity. Here, in fact do not prepare people from the high ideals, but by high skills, visions are not taught, but projects do not develop opinions, but practical tools.
In an environment that turmoil was hard not to meet other interesting people, and this last fragment of 2009 it is also accredited some nascent beautiful friendship.
From Addis Ababa on my spirit traveler was forcibly quelled, but not dormant: this year even as a New Year move to wild beaches (in fact, opt for the Eternal City with the girl friend and some good Persian) 2010 is clearly useful and very intense.
Why I'm going to take advantage of me, at least physical proximity to you, and spend more time together as possible: visit you, come along, tell me and listen while you told.
To avoid the risk of failure, these are my current contacts
3772186728 (the proud PosteMobile phone area code like Soviet)
0236693287 (the economic numbers from the home phone Spiderman red and blue)
Viale Jenner 65, MILAN (the address where to go if you go with Milan spent in excess).
The other day, I do not remember where I read about a man who in life had to slide down from where it went. Many people climb to the top before realizing that the slide is too tight, or maybe they are too wide, or simply are afraid to let slip. And there's nothing worse than having to go down a ramp going from ladders.
today I feel almost at the top of the lineup, which soon leave the grip to slip a fast ramp of a thousand calls.
Bringing you all with me, mes amis.
Big hugs Milanese
Tommy
