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We are at the gates of a New Year ... I should be happy, but instead it makes me look back with some u 'nostalgia!

Pass the time my kids grow up, I can not take them in the neck, Eve is almost a "little woman" and every moment that passes constantly increasing its innate independence, Alberto although always so "mama's boy" is growing and is unable to fall asleep in my arms ... what I liked to feel his heart beating with mine!

This passage of time that I can not rebel, punctually again resurface in the gaps that left me Elijah ... there is an increased curiosity about how it was, that character would have, who would have looked like .. His little face in my mind is increasingly blurred and this certainly does not help.

have a "special mum" for a little over 5 years and this passage of time somehow did take a different color to pain, but it has not lessened! I do not speak of resignation because I know that I did not resign to never have lost my child .. indeed!
But I think the time has helped me to ponder the pain, that is, to find a reason in what happened gave me the strength to face the future with serenity, understanding the reason behind such a short but intense passage of my Elijah ... in the great legacy that he left me ... that is, learn to love and live as intensely as if nothing had taken for granted, so deeply as to burst the heart!

Perhaps it is before the loss of a child which stops the time, is the only obstacle to its flow, however, because for many years, centuries may pass, that pain, those memories, those passions and feelings remain on as if they had lived for the first time, every day, every moment of my life!

Eva and Albert will grow and take their streets, but no ... Elia I'll take it with me always, in every beat of my heart and he will age with me ... our bond is unbreakable ... conditions beyond time, beyond a lifestyle choice, in addition to everything!

Thanks for being my my love!

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add: "... this is so why Silvio wears heels!"

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"Fiorentini grows"

With this post I just want to make God aware of this new portal ... a good initiative to help us parents of Florence, very often on weekends we do not know where to go and how to tame our belvette!

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In this period are a bit 'on the run, I do not often but generally when I do, are being "thinking"!

I can not think every day (or almost) my status, so my writing in these pages is always the result of a need that goes beyond the everyday, not even a child could not keep a diary secret! Despite my seeming to be extroverted, in fact hiding something ambiguous or better ... are my intimate emotional states that do not like to know, just because they are my times and I have time to process and sometimes spend months if not years!

For example, my "book" is the proof ... now for almost 2 ½ years I have written a series of memories related to the loss of Elijah, to my internal growth that has occurred as a result of that incident, the events that I've met him, to moods, sometimes terrible sometimes beautiful, and so the birth of Albert, the growth of Eve, the relationship between me and Giampiero .. but all this is there, always there! Sometimes we spend hours to write, I sometimes months without opening the file .. uncertainty or confidence that perhaps will remain so ... my "work" unfinished!

At times I would like people they knew, in other some favorite things that others only sospettasero, yet at other times it's ignorance!

almost incomprehensible So my choice of tattoo butterfly whose wings frame the name of Elijah ... some even asked me why I had tattooed the initials of Albert and Eva but still I had no reference to my Elijah! Indeed, to one who knows is true ... not again! And yet again ... I did the tattoo in a place clearly visible under the left wrist (the heart) ... a stretch because I had to find a part of my body in free! So ... well exposed ... and how I would react if someone asked me: Who is Elijah? .. Some

I would have long ago closed like a clam and I ran away and mumbling with a nice lump in my throat .. but today it looked straight at me, thanking him because I would demand the opportunity to talk to him and let then know of its existence and perhaps to understand how and who is Laura today!

Book and my tattoos are perhaps most pronounced emotional inconsistency: on one hand the book from which flows from A to Z, the life of Laura and her baby before, during the life of Laura and finally the life of Laura, her family and her baby ... after, leaving no room for imagination, but in an almost shameless disclosing all of my emotional status ... but all kept very reserved, almost hidden ... dare I say it inaccessible unless in the eyes of Giampiero I know, that by its nature, should never be read! ... perhaps this is the part of myself that I do not like (and I will not for now) to let everyone know, the one that is rooted in the deep, which has a unique place in my heart, accessible only to the favorites ... is a bit 'crying face!

Across the tattoo that was so discreet, almost shy, but effective and direct shows and demonstrates the importance of Elijah in my life ... such as to make it visible for all to see strangers and even more curious! ... The following is a part of me that wants to know or just leaking, but say about him ... although not taking part in a more visceral aspects of our unique and exclusive report ... but this is the face that laughs!

In the midst of all this lies the blog that is my reality, but not everyday ... in which only tell what I want and whenever I want and to which I decided to put the bond to the comments, leaving room only for those who really feel myself to share ... at the expense of those "anonymous" that come into my life, almost making fun! So

alternate my days lately .. Sometimes I laugh and sometimes cry!

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The My tireless desire to motherhood, brings me to intrigue on all aspects relating to him and so browsing here and there, some time ago I learned of the existence of so-called "Mexican bola" or "call Angels."

And 'a rattle of Mexican origin (in Mexico is called bolita Llama Angeles Angels called ball, because they believe that their guardian angel hear the sound and therefore always stay near to protect us).
E 'spherical, magical sound that helps pregnant women to live in a serene and pleasant prepares to give birth.

The expectant mother, bringing the navel bolita makes this familiar melody and calms his child. In fact, inside a small xylophone is welded on which a small silver ball dance, creating a beautiful melody every time the expectant mother walks or moves. This special sound has not only relaxing properties but also helps the child to recognize when the mother is awake and when asleep, teaching us to understand the rhythms that will follow once came to the world (and this seems to me very important, you might as well start with many sleepless nights!).

If only I had discovered four years ago when I was waiting for Alberto ... I would have sprinkled the weak, I would have felt really well from Mexico!

And so now I'll think of this rattle as a present for my girlfriends mothers 'special', which are facing their pregnancy with a lot of courage but also with so much fear ... that their guardian angel is always vigilant and will issue them a bit 'of serenity!

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"UP" THE DAY OF REMEMBRANCE

Sunday we managed to go to the cinema to see "UP"!

beautiful and funny: the cartoon is the story of an old man a bit 'cranky Carl Fredricksen that was only after the death of the dear Elly, instead of going to a nursing home decides at all costs to fulfill his greatest desire and his wife make a trip to Paradise Falls. The means by which unusual
undertakes this adventure is his house made into a balloon through hundreds of colorful balloons that they fly towards his goal. By chance the old man is not only that but with him there is Russell, a Boy Scout for 8 years talkative and curious; the two will come across extraordinary encounters like that with a rare and delicious bird named Kevin, Dug with a talking dog and an explorer psychopath.

A film truly for all ... or almost! Alberto, the usual and the Crusaders, during the scenes a bit 'busiest began to climb in the seat of the cinema as a squirrel, screaming ... I want to go home, I want to go home! :-)))

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I had not had time to dedicate a post to remember the day .. my blog was silent, but my room was lit by candles for my Elijah, my little love ... a special candle, made and designed especially for you by Alexandra, a mother of "Parents of a star" ( http://digilander.libero.it/genitoridiunastella/giornata_del_ricordo.htm ) ... which shone with the other meeting on 10 October in Roath and then came to me with so much love!

And so that evening, and the enthusiasm nell'accendere contemplate that candle was so strong that Alberto, began to sing: "Alia Gazette MANY, MANY Gazette Alia!" :-))

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dream ..!

It 'a very long time that I dedicate to my blog ... too long! Not
there is a particular reason why I did not and I do not attack even the excuse of "I did not have time!" ... I think it was up to my status as a general confusion, I always try to live my life in more passionate and at times can I dive my 'distracts' a bit. I spent this week in silence, looking around, forced to be overwhelmed by unexpected events, sometimes positive sometimes tragic, and I have met with disappointing people, I met with special people, I tried my mother figure coincide with that of partner in life and that of the work ... there are sometimes successful, sometimes blatantly tripped, tumbling to the ground on the pillow!
I had a short body, but also a mind engaged, Peter accuses me of always be my thinking too much and perhaps it is true why not relax never before life but always be a moving car, somehow it wears me out, I wear the other side but it gives me many opportunities and the largest is the ability to dream! Perhaps this is where my life passionately.

I am convinced that having the ability to go beyond can somehow improve their lives, perhaps a risk of being wrong when I can not make nothing in my hands, but somehow I have dreamed to projects that deep knowledge of myself that makes me happy, positive.

I will dream again and again, because dreams do not ever stop chasing them and even when I will not have to do a breath always remain alive: to meet my angel hair, curled with the nose!

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Against the law of the "dry wall" :-)

Florentine Like a good lover and lamprey, I can not approve the new legendary Mayor Matteo Renzi.

Marco Gasparetti article published in the Corriere della Sera on July 24.

The "disubbidien-you event" is been fixed by the mayor-sato na-mad for next Wednesday at Fi-ences. Data for the fateful trip-pai of the city, with the enter-ing into force of the law on the Community industry "damage from alcohol," can no longer sell the ro-sandwiches accompanied by the classic "Gottini," a glass- King of good red wine, preferably Chianti, watering offal. Absolute prohibition also for the sellers of "lamprey", a special kind of tripe, they also forced us to turn the customer alien glasses of co-ca cola, orange juice or water I-eral. A horror to the flourishing-ni. Mayor MatteoRenzi in mind that, with all the council, announced the "disub-bidiente appuntamen-to" clam-eaten or an act of civil disobedience and immediately after it instructed its officials to consider banning un'ordinan-za and blocks the ban "censorship of indecent." "The morning market coledì go from a tripe of the city - the mayor promises - I'll do a breakfast sandwich with the lam-predotto and drink a glass of wine. Then will bring together all of my advisors and I will say it-ro: eat and drink. "Obey? "Of course you do - respond Renzi - because there Florentine capable of withstanding the prohibition not to luxuriate, if desired, with the lamprey and Gottini. Que-law is a disgrace and it must be abolished. And if there is any councilor who will think otherwise, well drink coca cola and get out by the junta. "Renzi smiles. But the irony behind by toscanaccio ir-refrenabile mayor and defi-nite time by the Italian Obama-no, it hides a given nation-almost angry-Rac Renzi has to have spent the day reading and responding to hundreds of messages on Facebook. "Citizens like mad beasts. I have written about those silly sea-fer who want the coca cola instead wine, not to deface a tradi-tion that is also a piece of history of this city. And I told them that we may continue, even though I'm imbufali-to and that will never happen to be able to bite the tripe dry or water. "It is not just a battle for the taste and dishes. Ac-cording Renzi is also a social aspect. The kiosks are an institution of tripe in Florence-social institution. The stand is a garrison, in some quar-tier, where people gather, such as circles or in the homes of the people Arci. It is not ca-so that in one of the mayor's election posters, there was a picture of one of the most tripe the city's famous, that of St. Ambrose. "One of my grandparents, Ado-ne, he sold the pigs in Valdivia no - Renzi continues - and co-nosce all kiosks Florentines. I wore it often. And then I have not smes-so, from time to time, man-jars and Gottini tripe. Sa-Ra not a stupid law and pointless bureaucratic policy making cam-biar habits to me and to my fellow citizens. "So the Palazzo Vecchio, no-fleece Savonarola, the mayor announced," I go out on the piazza, and defy the law came with me and clumsy. But I am convinced that when I'll look behind, against non-real fines and censorship, but many friends with the sandwich and the bic-banker of wine. Everybody cheers and shout-ing, live Firenze, I-go wine, long live the tripe and the lamprey.

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Petition to apply the rules for burial in case of death of prenatal

Enforcing the rules for burial in the event of death before birth.
ask the Minister of Health to compliance with the laws of Italy concerning the possibility of burial in case of death of prenatal
Positions:
the parental path is irreversible, once that is established you can not regress to a state of mind of non- parenting
death if the event you break the physical bond with that child, does not dissolve the psychic bond with his son built
the funeral and burial take on a value central to the process of mourning
in Italy there are many situations of misinformation, ignorance and failure to observe laws on burial
ask that parents who lose a child are always given the information necessary to proceed to the burial

Associations CiaoLapo Onlus and the non-profit organization with the Millennial Oak collaboration of the Association of As-Te, have prepared a document to be sent to the Minister of Health on the importance of enforcing the Italian laws on the burial of dead babies in utero at any gestational age. The parents at the time of diagnosis of death or post-partum, are so shocked that they often can not think of the possibility of burying their son. It can take weeks to realize that the pregnancy was terminated and the child is dead, so it is quite natural that the parent in the early days, not even to think of the funeral and its intentions. In Italy there for almost 30 years a law that sets the right according to precise rules for the burial of all the babies died in utero, even if small. This law is often misunderstood, often ignored and poorly enforced by the Italian birth centers. We ask that parents who lose a child are always given the information necessary to proceed to the burial, to be carried out in accordance with the rules and rituals that they will want to decide, religious or secular. If you want to help in this campaign, you can:
join the cause on Facebook and spread it among your contacts to sign the petition online at http://firmiamo.it/sepolture download, sign and circulate the document in pdf from this link: http : / / www.ciaolapo.it / component / option, com_docman / Itemid, 89/task, doc_download / gid, 218 /

More information about the sites of CiaoLapo: http : / / www.ciaolapo.it / association / news / document-burial-collection-firme.html

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... future holds?

With this post, I want to do radio commentary on what was the matter more traumatic, more chilling and certainly the most talked about my country, Antella: the death of Julia, who was killed by Lapo, who then in turn took his own life!

did not know Julie personally, but the fact that somehow was part of the life of my sister, got me, because I believe impossible to remain indifferent to an act so extreme, and then, avoiding those that were, I am and what will be the gossip of the country, I paused to think and rethink.

As one can investigate, it will always be impossible to understand what was triggered in Lapo's head, that had meaning for him the love for this girl, when she decided to go and take a shop with a knife but also gift, with something inside that she would never use!

But it is equally impossible to step into the shoes of the parents.

What will the parents of Julia, victorious in being able to raise their daughter to normal, with healthy principles, by all accounts a very good girl, as my sister says, kind and always smiling, but at the same time defeated by life, by fate, by the suspicion that his father had sensed something, but not enough to be able to convince not to go by Julia.

What will they think that Lapo's parents for days, months had to do with a boy who was apparently calm, but inwardly developed a killer instinct, and his father who lives in remorse of "how did I do not ever realize anything. " They will be always referred to as "parents who killed Julia," that they will move him in the heart, for life, a sense of guilt towards the parents of Julia.

But how big is the responsibility about us parents? We are victims or perpetrators? Though you might be able to keep up with these children, however much we make sacrifices to sacrifices to ensure their peaceful existence, always trying to look behind to escape the danger of drugs, bad friends, the racing car. . As for all this and more, then something happens that you realize that it was not enough, it did not do anything, everything is in vain and at that point is untenable, unacceptable your responsibility for "failure to rescue and support ".

The thing that scares me most is that now our children no longer grow up playing hide and seek, to exchange cards, to pull the ball to the wall, to make mega motor in turn through the woods, to Chicchiero BANDONE hours and hours in front of the house of the people .. today they are impregnated by facebook, from PCs, mobile phones which have always in hand, have virtual friends, exchange views with the text message, talk through "what you're thinking" on Facebook, they communicate with the e-mail .. all bits of life, thrown in here and there, disheveled, without contact, the real one, that skin to skin, to gaze into the eyes, the words exchanged a few inches away ... that of real life!

This is the life that now promises to my children and their future that scares me, so ..!

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... in the field!

We started Saturday morning Peter and I, armed with sleeping bag and Canada (courtesy of a couple of friends) to give our help as volunteers at the Tent City of Acquasanta set up inside the Stadium of L'Aquila Rugby. As they said there ... you came on our honeymoon!

I never thought that such an experience would enrich me so much, so much to still be shaken, so much to think we can retool to return there again.

As we arrived we were immediately welcomed with open arms and made immediately work within the "warehouse" surrounded by boxes of clothing, pants, sweaters, shirts, pants ... An unbridled commitment interrupted by lunch breaks and dinner during which we were able to meet other volunteers (other Florence, Turin and Rome) and the organizers of the collection, Aquilani displaced citizens.

In all that time I was able to absorb like a sponge all the sadness, the anguish and devastation of these poor people: I will never forget the eyes of the Arch. John (evacuee volunteer) that were filled with tears when he spoke of his city and he found some solace in sugar bags that depicted in full of her beauty and that, as a souvenir, also wanted to give me and Peter, it was incredible to see how those images as if they were stroked part of his heart.

Devastating was the Sunday when, as warehouse workers, I had to fill the "shopping bags" with underwear, socks, undershirts, pajamas, golf, trousers ... and anguish that I rode when I could not find anything or something decent, something dignitosaogiusto to give a little 'comfort to those who were beyond the barricade, without running the risk of stifling even more conscious of to wear their clothes from who knows who! And nobody ever made me feel so good, As the lady who came to ask for a wild belt for her husband who lost his pants, he seemed to have asked for the moon, but then I remembered that in the morning I busted a box and in there was just a belt (l ' only) for men. Happiness in having been found not get enough of it as that given to the lady in the knowledge of having "made rich" ... it took a belt to lift a 'soul from the darkness!

I would never come away from there .. and when the time is as if my time had stopped!

While I was there I had no way to process, metabolize the environment ... processing is started as soon as I set foot in the house and I found my children when I lay exhausted on the bed and I realized how much our reality at that moment stridesse with the one just experienced. That was unbearable!

I spent the day on Monday, completely stunned and my mind just stopped in front of everyday life, my eyes were weeping uncontrollably!

But in the end processing is fast, the greater was the feeling of having done the right thing, so now I'm happy about all this, happy to have met wonderful young volunteers, happy to have made a bit ' of material aid to those who have those stores made their life ... glad I drank all the wine around that big table along with Aquilani, laughing, joking, to dampen the atmosphere stifling, to profane sadness of those days!

The weather was not much but I think he tried to breathe for a while Aquilani 'air of solidarity in qaulche way to help give the push, many of them no longer have their roots, but we can help to spread their wings and start over.

And in the face of all those who think that starting as a volunteer is a form of leadership rather than a way to shake your soul, please read the blog of Anna, Aquilana earthquake homeless and jobless:

"Yesterday afternoon I entered the center with a team of firefighters. I was hoping to recover even one in my house. Even the photo of my father. This was not possible, since the scale of my building collapsed. What led to the attic where I lived. But what my eyes have seen, for the first time after the earthquake, is indescribable. Imagine the places of your soul, your life, your memory turned into a clearing of debris, with very few landmarks. In that moment I thought it would be better to die. I see my grandmother looking out the window for the girl who called me that I pranzo.Papà took her hand and took me to school. Myself that I went out dressed as a nun to go to the white First Communion. Little things, but my life. And I understand the loss of identity. The loss of everything. An immense grief. Common. But terribly individual. Your existence shrivels. E landslide ... "

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listened to witness this incredible TV the day after the earthquake ... and it was this old lady, who may be the grandmother of all, let me take something inside!

"unfortunately I have come to the end of my life ... I have 81 years ... I never thought that my piano had no more legs, that my books, many books, all fell to the ground, one behind the ' other things, that my linen, with lace, was desecrated ... ... and I prayed and I cried for help ... and I have heard ... I have heard. "

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agghiacianti The images on television, the explosion of news media, debris everywhere ... It is as if the earthquake had entered our house and so faced with such despair is impossible to remain indifferent!

Me and Giampiero We brought together a single thought ... "we would have to drop everything and go there."

And so, using his so "hated" C license, Peter has volunteered for the transport of various materials and I will be his companion (as in all our life experiences!).

All this through the Rugby Centre of Florence, a reference that I found via Facebook Group "help victims of the earthquake," which lists all the provinces in which they collect the material useful and necessary for the earthquake victims.

CS Rugby, mainly collects clothes for babies, children, adults, and so through word of mouth, exploiting the asylum Alberto and the school's Eve, I hope to collect enough or at least enough to give some 'relief to some family or some child.

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The other night I lay in bed with my mice out of the blue when Eva asked me: "Mum, but when Elijah was born, Alberto us would be the same?".

reply: "I do not know Alberto Eva ... I came because my father and we still had so much love to give and why you wanted it so much as a little brother! Why do you ask?".

Eve: "Because if you had two to deal with this pain in the ass of a brother (referring to Alberto) was a lot better!"

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Eva's "Small as a seed" A gift to my heart



My life is like a small seed.
Like a seed, in my smallness,
contains the Eternal Life.
Like a seed, I need fertile land,
your heart, to blossom and open up my petals.
I'm a little seed from the many shoots, which rocks with the beating of your heart and warm
with the tenderness of your memories.
So I will blossom. I'll be your flower and you my water:
we can not do without each other.
I will live in your present.
in today and those who want to enjoy your my favorite colors.
And even if my scent is not of this world,
you going to let the wind carry off the feeling.
I live in you. You live for me.
This will make us united in a time that knows no limits or spaces.
This and nothing else.
My roots are anchored to your Love.
No matter the time or day, or the moments
that there were and that you regret.
long you'll be there, forever I'll be there too.
I eat for you are my garden.
And I'll let my petals bring back the spring.

Marianne (called "ssssia Mery)

Dedicated to all the kids little angels.

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Initially I could not give me a reason for the loss of my child, but then I realized, I realized what was contained in that pain ... a great love! Not only to give but to receive it is through him that I have met many wonderful people, many parents and special in their own way, with his pain, his strength, his experience has enriched me more each day, making I could put away a great treasure, unique, priceless .. the legacy of Elijah!

Among all these people, one in particular came into my heart, making the spot and put them there in the first row, ensuring an exclusive place, has done with its sweetness, with its understanding, with its great big heart, with his tenacity, his stubbornness ... in respect of a bigger picture of us, in respect of the loss of our beautiful little angels, Elijah and Linda !

The symbol of this friendship is contained not only in my heart that even in a pendant Ilaria gave me for Christmas, a gift to my heart, and a unique gift as precious as our bond, a pendant a little 'fluffy ", which already has a long history of loss, strength bracelets, pilgrimages goldsmith .. short a adrenalin pendant, a bit 'as our way of being!

A unique pendant that unites us moms special that unites our minds, because every time I look at him and every time I hear him waver, my mind goes to Elijah, who manages a pendant, in a single instant, to pick up many eyes to the sky and sending a loving thought for our many, too many children in heaven!

ILARIA THANKS!

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Writing .. my care

I feel, I feel, I see .... and then write!

Writing has been my care, my therapy in the development of my negative experiences of life, through writing I can represent my thoughts, my mood and I do it straight off, at the expense of grammar and logic.

E 'was the best way to externalize my grief over the loss of Elijah, and was the way I came into contact and are able to interact with dozens of mothers that interface in the forum, was the way to others understand, what I tried and I try, it was a little 'how to break a dam and give vent to my feelings.

I realized what made me feel good to write during the period of non-maternity of Elijah, when in front of that monitor started to Write, write e-mail, sometimes addressed to those who do not know, sometimes with a sense , sometimes not, sometimes angry, sometimes desperate ... but that's how I started my preparation staff in mourning!

From then on I have never stopped, so I continued writing on the forum, then picking up my memories on a quadernino, then translate them into practice on the blog and finally writing a "book" does not matter if what flows from my heart or not read by someone, I do not care the complacency of others, I do not care that others know, but I'm interested in some way to animate my thoughts, bring them out from the darkness of my skull and make them live ... the only way I can really get rid of my emotions, whether positive or negative ... just so I could make "live" my baby!

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"The first breath" (Le premier cri)

"According to Talmudic legend, when a child is born has the knowledge of all previous lives. An angel appears and instructs him to keep this secret. Puts his finger on the lips of the child who forgets everything. A trace of the gesture of the angel remains: is the small gap between the lips and nose ... At this time, the child may make the first cry "

So ends this beautiful documentary, directed by Gilles De Maistre, who for three years, fifteen months of filming, resumes, develop and tells ten stories, ten countries in nine months ... but for everyone!

"The first breath" tells the story more universal of all: the birth of a child, with a theme and unique, that the solar eclipse of March 29, 2006. And so, while we were in a nose up, in every corner of the world, touching the most diverse cultures, all pregnant women were united in the one universal gesture, represented by birth. The great thing is that there is a real reconstruction of events, the fact is that the viewer see what the director has really lived in those 48 hours, all surrounded by the universality of symbols such as the stomach, the planets, the ' water, sun, earth, ice, desert!

You travel the length and breadth of our World: from Mexico to Siberia, from Tanzania with the Masai tribe, India, from Japan to Vietnam, from the desert to the American community, to get to Paris!

In watching this film, I tried many different feelings, from anger at the choice of the American mother who decides to give birth within a community of 10 people without the aid of any medical support, giving rise to the she calls "free birth" and thus risk of endangering his life but also that of her child, the tenderness for the Indian mother who have not the financial resources to deal with a hospital birth, decides to rely on a ' midwife the country idyll in seeing the birth of Mexican mothers with the dolphins, the perfect obstetricians, which emit ultrasound with their verses that give security to the child at birth, the sadness in my heart before the birth of the mother in the desert is obliged to see the death of her child; the "factory of children" in Vietnam, where more than 45,000 children are born per year, until you get closer to our social reality, the French, in which a mother of cabaret dancer, dance until the day before birth, which occurred regularly thereafter in a hospital.

You see fathers who are excluded by the choice of society, fathers who are excluded by culture, fathers instead of hand touch immediately with the birth of their son.

A beautiful film, lived intensely, to someone like me who feels heard and motherhood as the most unique experience of his life, where love and pure poetry Amalga will begin to live completely what belongs to all of the birth .

"The just indulge his instinct as a woman and no better than she knows what to do."

The emotions I felt watching this movie I still behind me, because I will also been shared with two women who have a very important role in my life, my sister and my friend Ilaria, having the the possibility of expressing all my enthusiasm before those cries, but also free to stand in silence, before the death of that child, reflect totally apathetic eyes, expressionless, incredulous that mother.

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"Ask excuse Beppino Englaro "

by Roberto Saviano

FROM ITALIAN just feel the need to hope that my country to apologize to Beppino Englaro. Sorry it has been shown, in the eyes of the world, a cruel country, unable to understand the suffering of a man and a sick woman. Sorry because he started screaming, and acknowledge, by rooting for one side and the other, that there were parts to defend.

This is not to be for life or death. Not so. Beppino Englaro tifava certainly not for the death of Eluana, even his look has the traits of the pain of a father who has lost all hope of happiness - and even beauty - through the suffering of his daughter. Beppino went and it must be respected as a man and a citizen also, and especially if you do not share his ideas. Because it is aimed at institutions and in fighting institutions and institutions, has only requested that the Supreme Court's decision was respected.

No doubt those who disagree with the position of Beppino (and those who had expressed Eluana undeniably alive) was entitled, imposed by his conscience, the duty to express opposition to stop eating and hydration, which for years took place through a tube. But the battle had to be made on the consciousness and do not in any way trying to interfere with a decision on which the judiciary was wondering for some time.

Beppino asked the law and the law, After years of appeals and complaints, has confirmed that what was called his right. That was enough to trigger anger and hatred against him? But Christian charity is that which goes by the name murderess? I learned from Christian history has to acknowledge the pain of others first of all. And to understand it and feel it in their flesh. But someone who knows nothing of the pain of a daughter motionless in a bed, Beppino compares to the "Count Ugolino" which devours his own children from starvation? And dare to say such crap in the name of a religious belief. But it is not. I know a church that is the only one to operate in the more difficult, close to the most desperate situations, only one that gives life to the dignity of migrants, who is ignored by the institutions, to those who can not float in this crisis. Unique in giving food and being present to those who would listen to no one. Comboni Fathers and the community of Sant'Egidio, Cardinal Sepe and Cardinal Carlo Maria Martini, are orders, associations, Christian personalities critical to the survival of the dignity of our country.

know this Christian history. Not that the prosecution in a helpless that his father has only the weapon of the law. Beppino of respect for his daughter Eluana has released photos of smiling and beautiful, just to remember her in life, but he could show his face deformed - wan? Swollen? - Become calloused ears and runny slime, a body without expression and without hair. But he would not win by force of the blackmail of the picture, he only had the force of that law that allows the human being, as such, they can decide their own destiny. Who wants to create credit with the church displaying Eluana proximity to wonder, when the church where he railed against the war in Iraq? And when the church asks where humanity and respect for migrants crammed between Lampedusa and the depths of the Mediterranean. Where, when the church in some areas, the only voice of resistance, demand for decisive action against the mafias and the South.

would be nice to ask non-Christians in Italy believe those who feel only speculate on where the discussions do not have to prove anything in the facts, but only side. What has been lacking in these days, as always, was the ability to feel pain. The pain of a father. The pain of a family. The "pain" of a woman's property for years and in an irreversible condition, which his father had left a will. And even people who knew her and who do not know Beppino, now, that will bring into doubt. And little or no respect for law. Even when this law shall be deemed not shared by their own morality, and because it is a right you can exercise or not. This is the wonder of democracy. I understand the desire to deter people or trying to convince them not to take advantage of that right, but not to deny the same right. The show itself has given Italy in the world is to a country that has speculated sull'ennesima each other. Many politicians have, once again, used the event to try to aggregate Englaro consent and distract public opinion in a country that is crippled by the crisis, and where the crisis is allowing criminals to devour capital banks, where salaries are blocked and there seems no solution. But that's another story. And in a moment of crisis, of sentences granted, a little respect, Beppino Englaro gave strength and meaning to the Italian institutions and the possibility that a national of our country, nevertheless, can still hope in the laws and justice. It would be nice if the ending of this painful history that could be in Italy tomorrow, thanks to the peaceful struggle of Beppino Englaro, each could decide whether, in the case of vegetative state, be kept alive by machines for decades or choose your own destiny without emigrating. This is Italy's right and empathy - which has already been discussed - that allows you to also respect and understand different choices from their own, an Italy that would be great to be recognized.

From "La Repubblica" - February 12, 2009