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Nell'età dell'adolescenza viviamo come viene, condividendoci con gli altri senza troppo controllo. Poi, in questa vita che scorre fluida e scorrevole, troviamo all'improvviso l'ostacolo che ci sbarra il cammino e d'un tratto realizziamo la verità. Non siamo più convinti della strada che abbiamo preso, delle persone a cui abbiamo affidato i nostri pensieri. Non siamo più certi nemmeno di essere quello che credevamo di essere. All'improvviso dunque, rimettendo tutto in discussione, affaticandoci dietro alle nuove sfide della maturità e al nostro misterioso essere, scopriamo quanto sia difficile relazionarsi, scegliersi, accontentarsi, divertirsi e soprattutto volersi bene. Più ci sembra vicina the perfect balance of our spirit as the weaknesses of others we become unbearable. Find it unacceptable that there is anyone who lives or inertia, whereas others have rejected the comparison with yourself and decide to go into the game using only personal moonlight. Yet every now and then, hand on your heart, you want to get rid of some preconceptions, to fight the instinct that makes us stay away from certain subjects, not to be rigid preconceived. Experience is not everything in life. If hundreds of people with whom we come into contact have proved unworthy of the perfect human beings is not the case of making the whole lump. Have reached the point of being able to establish the value of a man on the basis of tiny details is not a skill, but a self-confinement cage where you are secretly hoping that someone will Scardini the locks and take us on, riding a white horse, dressed in ' blue ... etc etc.
So if a man is manifested in its being pessimistic and whining does not mean that it is not then able to react to climb in life, it is said that only aspects that destiny resolving questions of work, home and love . That is not said, but it is almost scientifically verifiable. It 's like eating a cherry and bet that there is in the kernel.
Likewise, you can bet that if a male will become your have you ever done without official escort to the court, but because you have taken matters in hand, that same man, as easily end up in the arms of the first strong woman and determined to keep it all for himself. Not likely, is 100% secure. Just as surely as water washes.
We have some doubt in cases of "married men". We really feel confident that in the midst of so many people who had a hurry to raise a family there is someone who can organize between his wife, children and a lover? Some subcategories married man, however, remain indisputable. He ringed the fact is available in several variants. The preverso, which wreaks sull'amante le fantasie che la moglie non asseconda. Il disperato, che cerca solo un buco purchèssia. Il malato, che colleziona femmine. Il triste, che cerca di rivendicare il suo posto nel mondo e infine il sognatore, che si propone con fronzoli romantici ma non poi alla fine non viene mai al sodo trincerandosi dietro un "se ti bacio non ti lascio più".
Secondo il preconcetto però, tutti, alti, bassi, belli, brutti, freschi di nozze o già al 15esimo anniversario, tutti, nessuno escluso, sarebbero campioni "dell'imprevisto". Così cercando di rimettere in discussione la tua stessa teoria trovi uno sposato e decidi di dargli una possibilità. Bastano poche conversazioni telefoniche, minime email e lo scambio delle foto and it is decided that the time has come dell'ammore. When the ring decided to have you, now demanding representation: "I live in Alexandria but I often come to Milan to work but who knows why when it comes to dating, the ring needs you to take a train and meet him at somewhere in a remote desert location where the Piedmont are expected in the afternoon 50 degrees in the shade. He, in the case, it would be attractive port of call, perhaps deserve their own travel and expenses, and the heat and the smell of powder cans of the train. But no, I answer, no! He's married, end up in a sad motel to try to pretend eroticism hiding embarrassment. And if you smell? Everything is hard for someone who stinks?
Travolta doubt assisted by the duel between the two women who live in you: one that believes in the existence of UFOs and the voyager looking for a laugh. Time goes by, she made time to go to the station, and lo, all uncertainty melts in the sun, swept away by a text message. And 'he who unravels the doubts and stop the duelists. He writes: "I'm still in Turin, I hope not to be late." I hope it is not enough! I hope, if not a reward for the trip and 45 minutes, 2 changes of train, the 50 euro one way. I hope it pays off the humiliation, fatigue, sweating, with "hope" we can just wrap a product.
He promises to call later and instead disappears, until Thursday. E 'dying of love. Send via kisses email, roses on the phone, promising the seas and mountains of hors d'oeuvres, and honey as the first and second. He promises to reach you in the coming days to dedicate an entire day of his time, promises the castles in the clouds, the passion between the sheets, breakfast in bed and everything else. It 'taken from an emotional vortex that can not keep in check, a vortex in which he wants to drag you at all costs. And you try to let you go. Imagine taking a day off, wake up and prepare you for the great emotion titillated meeting. Images of questions left lying on the bed and stay in bed for hours trying in vain to cool off dall'incazzatura in the end not to have seen it coming. "I'm sorry, I do not have so much time to lose, "he replies to his messages, poor and he is offended. Married men are champions" unexpected "you can put your hand on fire and even optimism and lightness of living will make you feel unless the heat unbearable.
We entered the Republic of Salò of Berlusconi, then in its infancy more grim and desperate. Expect therefore 
