Christmas will come and will be fundamentally different from those of my childhood.
will come. And pass between shelves filled with hellish, indispensable electronic gadgets, hoards of anti-wrinkle creams, "Botox and silicone" several ...
today, whatever anyone says, we live so well in the glass half full - the barber is always half empty and always will be - from having to dispose of cellulite in gyms and swimming pools.
We are obsessed with many things and encouraged to buy unnecessary clothes, accessories, furnishings, mobile phones designed to be thrown at the end of the season ... but without regret because they are "donated" to the poor filling cassonnetti Caritas.
Today, even the mendianti have patched clothes.
Here, as throughout Europe, no longer does the farmer (but respectable work hard), the plumber, nor is personal for the collection of apples and tomatoes ... We live well, never as now, if young people are not more likely to work "hand" if they delegate to other strenuous activities, and feel more inclined towards a part-time eternal but clean, calm, maybe behind a computer, holding the essential mobile phone ..
I live well because I can do what I want, even pull tomatoes in my head close, sure that nobody will punish me, or rather will be understood, because the law and society have never been more open and inclusive ... So do not
rimpimago the past, the time is not spent in vain and I like the well-being that allows millions of people spend hours and hours on Facebook, Blogs and cure Internet, rather than heat the soup or darning socks ... really ... staple cotton socks from ramendare there are few, they also replaced by practices sponges.
will come loaded with sounds, colors and four different things, but lacking the true meaning: a hymn to life and family, alemeno way I see it.
I miss the snow but the Nativity of cotton and statues that represent characteristics of occupations, jobs have been forgotten, while still wet moss between the sheep turned to chalk and is not listed in the world of gossip.
And with them, the "reflection", the "composure", the silence filled with desires and hopes, probably obsolete, since today in the Church even as we applaud the funeral at La Scala.
missing, now that there is nothing more surprising, the "wonder" what he did remain silent children with sparkling eyes in wonder, spellbound in front of the sky made of blue paper and foil stars.
Years ago, in 2003, I participated for the first time in a competition that was held in lace Kiskunhalas, town nestled in the Hungarian plain. . Http://www.kiskunhalas.hu/en/
places famous for lace, with a museum where you can admire beautiful embroidered organza and tulle with details and decorations, among other things, lovely laces color Liberty of the period.
Contrary to popular belief today, that is considered "modern" just because colored colored laces were performed, even then, but even before - for example Blonda polychrome Courselles
http://blondecaen . chez-alice.fr / - and with excellent results and colors.
(Monument of the lace)
(Book and Merletti)
; ; The theme of conconcorso was: "Inside Nature"
I do not know the reason that prompted me to submit a lace "Christmas" but it did.
Being the first time participating in a contest - or perhaps sixth sense - I thought to attach to manufacture a brief technical explanation and a short prose:
Holy Night
dive into the blue, to scan the invisible
up there and look for the key provision of the philosophy:
wonder!
is not absolutely required and that naturalemnte, no one read it nor was displayed next to the job.
In some competitions require a technical explanation, others also the hours of enforcement, other projects and designs, in short, everyone has more or less, their rules that you should follow.
The "carpet" did not win anything, there were better jobs, and I really clashed in the midst of leaves, flowers ... in short, nature in the strict sense. If they do not understand the meaning ..
(drawing)
But I have heard thus represent an intimate encounter.
In a very special night 's meeting quiet man with nature, silent, clean, in a veiled moon and a sky of shining stars (Swarovski crystals!): A time to remember who we are regardless of faith.
Then the exhibition in Rome, Mnemosyne, and probably liked it because the prof. dr. Marinella Channel after seeing it he wrote a short story. Wrote it on impulse and with a rare capacity not for me and my mat.
I never imagined that this work would have been somehow "got it" and able to move, because writing is emotion.
And with this beautiful memory aspect of Christmas.
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