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My name is Daniel, known as Tati. I
mom for almost seven years before the beautiful Elisa,
Paul and then came a few months Fabietto.
I'm happy, watching the morning, while daiii scream that it is late and the school closes.
I'm happy, when I have to do everything in a hurry because I pretend to do it without help.
I just watch them to know I'm doing the right thing.

I am a mother by choice. We have tried our
Ely almost in silence, for fear of
want something too big.

Here we are now, after almost seven years, and smile.
Because of our wish has come true.

gives me crazy every day, for trying this third life.
I only now, even with Fabio beside us, I feel really complete.

Oh yes, I'm 25 years old.
slowly I'm getting old but I simply.
are at a crossroads, looking at the age of 25 as if it were a great achievement, and there are
arrived.

And now?! Now I wish that within 25 years have been fulfilled.
And I have others, to wait for 35.
From that we can do, to grow together with our children.
to become parents, who knows, at least decent ...

In all this I have a man beside Lele, my Ciccio. I call
Ciccio since we first met, nine years ago.
I love it, watch it and I realize that without him I would not be here now.

I'm happy, my happiness I hold strong to not lose sight ever.
But I know that there is still the road, will there be happiness.
I know that this world is worth living it.

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My blog ....

I want to let him speak my fingers,
to give them the opportunity to express themselves,
not to take in everything because otherwise I feel my heart bursts.
bursts of love, happiness, thoughts and emotions.

I want to block them all, as if to stop time.
I want to write every little thought, without any fear.
I want to scream, sing, fly and dance.

So begins my blog.
because of very special friend (and he said I can not be soft, behold!)
that a little over a year helps me in this strange journey that is life.

I do not know how long, but now we really feel. Tati
Welcome to the world of blogs, I say it alone. Here

speak, I'll put here some special shot (seee, but when the camera goes, it is now Rottin).
Here is part of a strange life, too bright, too happy, too perfect.
But I love so much to defend above all else.
will be a mix, a mix of family I Tatin, a mix of positive thoughts and do not.
may simply be a diary of life.
Only this time is not on a notebook, but on line.

... I wonder if they are capable. On the notebook I still write almost every day as if it was important to have that part of me still.
Maybe not to forget anything.
Perhaps because, when I am sad, I know that inside those often we were the best years of a lifetime.

soon, Tati.

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You know, one day I was halfway around the world and a lady asked me if I knew Bibione. I told her: "Yes, a friend of mine goes there every year," then I came to cry, but I did because if not people asking questions and wants to know, but when I try to explain not can understand and perhaps a little pity you. Instead I am I feel sorry for those who do not understand that a triangle does not work without a summit.

They told me to let you go, they told me: "But you do not think it is appropriate to accept that Carlo's dead? ", they told me to fill a void with an illusion is worse than the vacuum itself, they told me a lot of things and I laughed, I laughed like fuck!
laughed and laugh at them and their limited vision, I laughed and I laugh at those who think they know the truth and to be able to frame, I was laughing and laughing at those who think they know, but instead did not understand a shit.

Once a giant told me that life is beautiful, but I'm little, and although I trust, do not really believe it.

One afternoon I walked alone, a lady who I have never seen approached, took me by the arm and, standing on tiptoe feet, kissed me, Then she left without speaking.
Another day I was playing with my cousin and I made a joke. She was frightened, then he laughed and hugged me.
When you're gone, my father planted a tree that makes the flowers white and fragrant. Every time I touch it and the bark does not seem cold and rough.
There are days when I still feel the warmth of the lips of the lady who I never saw.
There are days when I feel small in the arms of a child.
There are days when empty gesture made to seem to me the greatest love of love itself.

I have not filled the void that you left with me with illusions, I do not want to do and I will not.

leave it at that, apparently empty for those watching from outside, but running over to me.

And this "vacuum" is a day to keep a child's hand and drive, even though I feel small next to her, another day is the kiss of a mother who protects and envelops you, one more day gesture is the mature man who gives you something to touch when words no longer serve any good.

Maybe life is beautiful, or maybe not, but no matter how far I will not be alone.

The boats of the photo are three: if one goes to the bottom but the rope does not break, are always three, fuck!

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