there are no  reason  because  this  site  is active,  or  maybe  is  possible  the reason  is  related  to  dreams…

what  is  the  life  without  dreams ?  only  a  day  by  day  routine,   some  happy  moment..  some  sad  thinks..  nothing  more,

but  if  you..  can  understand  what  i  feel  every  time  i remember  she,  his  skin,  his  parfoum…   his  mind and sweetness

and  you    have  a strong  soul  like  mine,

..there are  no  doubts:

dreams  will  be  the  first  think,  and  dreaming about she  one  of  the  best  portion  of  a  entire  life.

”

This place,

Was born to be a personal expression
Of feelings …

usually has poetic expressions,
Because this is the closest way
How I think

and

how I see life ..

 

This place will never contain direct expressions of misunderstanding,
Hate, rancor …

Sometimes these feelings exist, simply
Because they belong to a moment of my life.

This place is bound to my soul,
To my origins, even to my blood,

And linked to history, to Greeks, Arabs, Romans …

related to my wishes …

I’m not infallible …

I apologize..

But every time, someone reads these words,

 

Must read them with respect,

This is my life … not a book of words ..

 

This place is the Sicilian sea, this is the fire of the Etna ..

here! And not elsewhere I’m defenseless … because

 

I am looking for Marta,

 

Even if she is in a place that can not be reached.
No longer and forever ..

This does not mean you can not have respect for this place.

this  dont  mean  i will  permit you  to do this. never.

This place is the church and cathedral of my heart,
You may not like it, but you go in thinking that every step you take
You do it in the ropes that bind you to my heart and my sensitivity.
Be Quiet, going out do not give any judgments about me ..

I live by following the rules of mind for everything,
Here I follow those of my heart ..

because…

I’m just struggling for what I want …

With my limits, many and great …

But with lots of unique features

That make me a Sicilian man.

 

Mario