This is my LJ Blog . I'm posting the same things I post on my other Blog, which is written in Italian, so if you don't understand I'm sorry, but for now, i prefer to write in my mother language. It's 99% sure that I'll post in English really soon, so you'll have the chance to know me better really soon. ^w^
NOTE: My posts are partially written in
So here we are... after a long time I've created this account, finally, the first post. Again, I apologize that it's Italian...
Today is my box "thinking," a look inside the. Oh no. . . I was full!
Oggi ho guardato dentro alla mia "Scatola dei Ricordi". Ahh ... quanti ricordi!
Lì dentro c'è di tutto ... biglietti del cinema, gli scontrini di H & M
di quando sono stata aTorino ... foto della mia infanzia e dei miei genitori
da giovani ... Pagine di diario pseudo-secret that I had originally written the diary
school and then I cut it and put it there.
50 yen that I brought my cousin from his honeymoon in Japan,
decorated chopsticks that gave me the first time I went to
Japanese Restaurant (or rather レストラン XD)
There are greeting cards of my friends and my parents ...
cut from notebook doodles.
But how many things you would remember forever?
Beautiful things, the ugly.
I think it would be worthwhile to remember them all ...
In good times, bad things look and think that we were able to overcome ; look at those beautiful and feel even happier.
In bad times, look at the good things and hope with all my heart that there are still moments like that, look at those ugly
think that there is always the worst and that everything will ... I would hope that the memories remain, but unfortunately some things go away. They have to leave, but I would not.
I think that all things are precious ... each memory deserves to remain in our hearts. I just 15 years, well, a month and a half 16, but it is a few months ago that I think of a thing ...
I think I'm afraid to die. Where we go after death? What a sad speech, right? Ahhh! I have to stop thinking about things like that.
But seriously, I'm still too young to think about death, and I realize that. But every time I think about it.
you never think what must be bad to die? Well ... all the good memories, people who have loved ... where one goes after death? What purpose does our life? I will not forget ... not want to cancel my life .
are still small, but I want to have a life full of memories. And then I do not want to go all to hell when I go.
But I think it will be worth it. I want to live a life full of emotions, to be able to tell, that I might lose the memories, when I am old.
you ever be lying in bed for minutes and minutes trying to remember the dream from which you have just woken up? Well, I want my life to be so. an infinite memory. I so much so that my memories remain and that is why I started to fill the box of memories. I hope to get a room of memories before the age of retirement, because they are willing to create many more memories of that day.
Then I opened the box. Every time I open it feel like a beat in my heart ... different. As if he was playing in slow motion, time stops for me when I immerse myself in memories.
I wish the time did not flow, I would live my life again. God, how many times reliving those days. Maybe if I would hate to oblige, but now I think I would love to go back and forth to the days of my past.
Live long ... and have time to remember everything ... I will be able to do so? The world is falling apart and I feel bad when I think about what is going out of my peaceful reality.
My life flows happy, but when asked the people on the street "do you want your son to grow up in this world?" I feel my heart break every time the television broadcast those undecided responses.
In my opinion, however ill, this world is wonderful. There are many beautiful things in the world that at times the smoke of war and blood the killings there blind and no longer see the fantastic things and also that we pass by every day.
very happy I was listening to a song the other day with my iPod back from school ... I was about to start crying when I turned around and saw that after many days of rain sun finally shining again ... then I looked down and saw elementary school children play carefree .
It 'really a wonderful show. Yesterday
then started to snow (strange time, right?). When I realized I was attached to glass and watched the white flakes with a dreamy look.
Ahh! I have written too much. And it is getting a bit late, ne?
Moral of the story:
live every moment with joy, WHY 'THE LIFE YOU LIVE ONLY ONCE. And live every moment, every detail ... Keep it in your heart and mind.
A kiss ... キッス! ^ ^ ヮ
Next is the translation! Hope {I} XD If I can not translate this one, I'll post something else in Italian, Hoping you do not mind the waiting... ^^"
