"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
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