Dear friends,
few hours the inexorable forces of time will take away with them too, 2009, and lived every moment of appropriating leaving behind only the memory, which over the years become more and more faint until fade at all, in many cases. In 2029, probably will not be able to recall with clarity the beautiful summer days spent with Lidia arrows on our furniture or all the moments spent laughing, joking and doing fuck all every type, not likely I'll keep in mind that the fun-filled day spent with Pink at the palace or the time Pierre and I stayed in twenty minutes in a bath of Naples to cry with laughter, or that day, not far today, where Lydia and I ran like crazy under a stage dancing to see Leandro; not remember all the good days spent in the company of my family, arguing with my brother who always ended in a hug, sing out loud to my mother on the notes of Renato Zero, the "debates" cultural and rational with my father who, in most cases, always ends in the abstract. Twenty years from a few things will remain alive in the minds of everyone and even less in thirty years. There are some things, though, that we poor mortals, even if we will be scratched and damaged by time and old age we will not forget. Never. Those things are the memories, what we carry with us forever, forever. Of things like this I am much happened this year and for this reason that 2009 will be for me, in general, an unforgettable year.
The year 2010 opens with a trip to Budapest, the award of a literary competition at the regional level I've won, and I'm sure will be a unique experience and this year won another championship with the Pink and despite the many doubts and the "internal crisis" = P I've spent the last period, I feel that bond with my team has been strengthened and that the passion for the ball sliced \u200b\u200band returned to be the same than once this summer, except for those endless days of apathy of the outside world, it was a good season, where I revised an important person that I had heard from four years, I met new cool friends, I chatted with one of my favorite actors and I met for the first time, the boy's eyes that made me heart beat a thousand even if his heart remains unattainable for now. The friendship with my best friends came in recent months, to a peak never seen before and I am increasingly convinced that without them my life would ome without a beach umbrella, something that lacks color, and 'affection for my family more and more likely to get me to explode my heart.
certainly remain unforgettable three days of July, when I, my parents, my brother and my cousin, we faced a car journey of ten hours to reach the high peaks of Italy on which the highest representatives of my faith were doing training : the moment when my heart was beating to twenty centimeters away from the Totti and the hours spent Rome to watch the magic in action will never pass into oblivion.
My hand, in the last twelve months, has been in contact with extraordinary people for me, or maybe even more: Antonio Di Pietro, Bruno Conti, Luciano Spalletti, Maurizio Santilli, Salvatore Borsellino .
E 'was short, a year full of surprises, satisfactions and good times (because, by nature, the bad times I will have already left behind). Besides all this, however, beyond the importance of the last 365 days and the wonderful things that have happened to me, there is something that absolutely can not go unnoticed: 2009 is was for me a turning point, a year when what I believed before he got to constantly be my reason for living today, the dreams in which I hoped last year to become reality this year, what before I only saw as a mere utopia is now widely shared and supported by great people. If the first I'd like to try to change my country, today I want to change my country first and if it was just a fantasy, a castle in the air, today is my reason for living.
will remain memorable on September 26 when I got I even squares of the capital to express my disagreement with a company that is tinged with shame the name of my country, of a political system that killed my biggest heroes of the horse that is engulfing Italy, to express my solidarity with the judges and all those who fight in the sacred holy name of Justice. What a day!
2009 was, is and will go down in memory as the year when I met the red diary Salvatore Borsellino, a new family, a group of people who feed on dreams of truth and justice, people who firmly believe they can change the fate of our poor, beloved Italy, people do not give up and do not want to surrender before a system of corruption and crime, people who fight in the name (sacred to me) by Paolo Borsellino, Giovanni Falcone and all the martyrs of Justice, who will fight to the end to finally hear "the fresh wind of freedom that does reject the stench of moral compromise, the indifference, of contiguity, and thus complicity." I feel fully part of this group of people and their ideas and their dreams are and will always be my oxygen. Bumping into the desire of justice and truth of the Savior, in the strength of its ideas and its spirit is huge for me great pride and, above all, the best thing that has happened to me in life.
For those who, rightly, did not have the will to read the classic monologue at the end of year, all in a few lines summarize:
Thanks to all those who made these twelve months, a period of my life wonderful and also to those who, instead, they kept me in a perpetual state of nervousness, because, ultimately, did nothing but feed my beliefs and my ideals . thanks to my friends and people I have been close because they were oxen in the colors of these days, thanks to my family, without which I could not live, thanks to all the special people that I met this year and to those who I have known for a long time and thanks to Salvatore Borsellino and all the great people who strive for a better future, because I have lit the way to go and won an inexhaustible power. Thank you very much, and before the inexorable Time takes away all the memories of 2009, keep in mind my most sincere wish, in the hope of a 2010 that can materialize your dreams and your expectations.
Serena Verrecchia
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