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Wait, Mary!

Mary must wait. And the waiting is the thing that is less congenial. Moreover, "you are one who has always done everything by myself," he tells a friend. And if one is alone, she decides when and how.

Mary looks at his friend and a little 'do not understand. It alone because it alone, not by choice, not lack. Why is congenial, that is.

Mary is expecting a baby, but range as little expectation, she gave birth to six months. And then he must learn to wait for the child, even his daughter, born a second time.

Mary, despite the name, one that is not immolated on the altar of motherhood. "At my age you do not have children, do not we fall in love" says through her tears, a cup of tea and the first ultrasound. She, however, there is waterfall in both networks. He is in love with Peter and claims that he can never do without kissing his neck. But just wait, even there, and Peter "melts into a puddle of mud." Di Pietro became pregnant, and you hold the child even though Peter "does not feel like to have a baby because they already have one."

I went to the movies for "white space" by Francesca Comencini very biased. I was told that the film was beautiful. But an Italian film ..... on a forty year ago that a child ...... then that horrible review for Escobar on Sunday of Sole24Ore today that while speaking well, the enthusiasm to ammoscerebbe cinephile more bulimic: all about love, courtly, rhetorical. Instead Francesca Comencini is the second this week which surprises me. Maria / Margherita Buy is a successful character because it is secular, why the great doctor who speaks of hope and expectation when the incubator has to explain that his daughter is in danger of dying, she asks him to do his job, using the His language, which is the scientific language. Speak of hope and expectation the priests, they do that job there.

Mary must wait until the second birth of his daughter (or death, "but I know we can not go around saying I'm waiting for the death of my daughter"), but Mary remains: his films, his books, sex, his job as a teacher. Luck, maybe, is to be a mother and wrinkles without the rhetoric of motherhood. Viva, especially if it is an Italian film ascegliere in this way.

Mary goes to the movies alone. I'm alone now I go to see "Lebanon", another story. Then I will tell you.

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Spring, Manfred!


is the fear, the catch of all. Then pride, behind which lurks the fear, of course. And the resentment: what was (his mother ran off with an American and leave them there, only three children with his father), through which Manfred reinterprets the relationship with other women in his life.

Manfred is a mountaineer. Hard as stone. He talks little and if he talks cuts, to be hit of the ax. Marina - the name says - has nothing to do with those mountains, c'arriva with a newborn son. A son who came, tried but without much conviction, perhaps. Marina is like us, like me, did not come to the world just to have children, like our mothers. So is hard, he feels inadequate, hostage of that child who always cries.

the two meet. Collide. Then they meet again fifteen years later. When spring when Manfred spring. When the stops to hold on to defend something. No, you know what: his fear of being cheated, dumped again. Of injury. But then get hurt by itself, even more harm.

is a beautiful book to Cristina Comencini. Entitled "When the night." Even the cover is beautiful: two gnarled hands on a woman's bare back. It is a love story, it's true. As if reading love stories implying the need to apologize to others who pretend not to read them. (It is the fear of all rip-off, remember?).

There are long periods when I devour books, and others in which this does not happen: distracted me from my thoughts. Or can not find books that come in line with my thoughts. "When the night" did it: at the beginning with little conviction, eventually overwhelmed them, we have reflected.

is a short novel by the writing dry. A few dialogues, the space is above all for what the protagonists say, but do not say. It is not dull, even poignant. It's a melee. A battle, as any building of love. Not love that builds a life, a future, a family. A sublime love, not at all ideal, even carnal, but there remains capable of walks to the side for fifteen years.

"I think I have written a book romantic - Cristina Comencini said in an interview - though not in the classic sense. There is a return to primary instinct, the idea that love is a battlefield. " Again: "The love between a man and a woman is not sweet. The crossing is won by a wide rage of gender. Love is not sweet, at least it's not the beginning. "

I've always liked a lot the battlefield ....

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BLOG TIME ...


's so, the summer ends, people who slowly falls in the city and the country .... .... and then there desertification moooooolto time to return to the blog .... even though I always have a lot of things to do, but brought the PC in the store, between a client and the other can make me alive again.
Not that it no longer has anything to say, do not worry .... I have so many things to externalize ... but for now I leave you by saying simply that ... finally, after 9 years, returned to London !!!!!! I'm leaving for a weekend with my princess and I'm so excited! We're going to find some family friends, and even if it's for a very short time, I'm really happy to be back in what I consider the city of my heart. So after October 12 do me a visit here on the blog ... publish some 'photos and I am sure a flood of stories and enthusiasm as a child after her first school trip!
hug you all!