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Cinderella Escape! Escape to the godmother!

The simplicity of the tale smile. It may seem trivial at the same time impossible. kid stuff that are easily deceived by the fantastic stories. In the fairy tale
good and bad, the ugly and the beautiful forms have with simple exaggeration. The characters are functional to the scheme of values \u200b\u200b. The hero travels to training with positive results.
Many famous fairy tales tell the story of a heroine. Among the best known is that of Cinderella . In the design of the plot and the roles of characters in this story emerge good and the bad feelings, as beautiful and the ugly.
Cinderella is humble, obedient, patient, attentive, generous, friendly and simple, above all, confident.
The sisters are proud, arrogant, impatient, idle, envious, certain and sure of success.
course, in the fairy tale known as the round lacks the psychological realism. But if we recreate the simple functions of the protagonists and antagonists are the round shape. Not to mention the fact that there are universal experiences in the functions generated by the game of life and the roles that we have to play in this game. What
Cinderella is certainly one of the most common in the universe space-time roles for women. by choice or by fate.
Not always, however, the Cinderella story has a happy ending. Or so it seems. Apart from the fact of contempt suffering from Cinderella! The expression "is a Cinderella!" Is equivalent to the mortification of all those "virtues" that the character / function would instead be transmitted. Perhaps the role of Cinderella is the most humiliating of all of those fairy-tale characters.
do not know if scientists have ever thought that the fairy tale Cinderella is completely denied a genuine metamorphosis, especially in the version narrated by C. Perrault.
When the stepsisters go to the ball given by Prince leaving Cinderella at home sad and alone. At the party she will not participate!
I would really like the fairy tale ended here!
But no. Cinderella has a godmother turns a pumpkin into coach, mice into horses and coachman, lizards in lackey. And, finally, the fairy godmother with a touch of his magic wand Cinderella's rags suit in a beautiful ball gown and slippers in his worn-out shoes gleaming glass. Cinderella then with the help of her godmother seems to change in a charming and seductive girl. Flies into the carriage to the castle in celebration. Appears in the ballroom by all startled. The only dance with her prince. The chase at the stroke of midnight for three nights. In the third fateful night he manages to keep a pledge that magical material as fleeting beauty of a glass slippers Cinderella's lost in flight. That
shoe symbolizes fragility of the spell. It is the same inconsistency of induced metamorphosis. The end of the tale is universally known. The prince marries Cinderella.
Now that I think this is just a bad story !
prefer that Cinderella was free of her godmother and run away from home. Otherwise it would be better for him to continue to be for life the ragged Cinderella. Only if
Cinderella, instead of the magic of her godmother, find the magic of self the completion of the tale would be happy . That magic touch fairy wand would be when crossing of life, live on in your body all the evidence of the journey, in smile of evidence and the same role of Cinderella!

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Friendship is a relationship poetic

do not know if one of the many pages written on ' friendship was never considered his poetic value. Or at least I can not remember. Surely the 'friendship is "one of the great consolations" of our lives. Those who live authentically being friend is blessed . L ' friendship, in fact, love is entirely disinterested . The pleasure that derives essentially consists in the knowledge of his friend and correspondence affective who spends a mutual gift of pure freedom . commonly speaks of "sharing " experienced by his friends. It is noted, for the most part, that friendship is the comfort in pain and are told, exemplary, episodes of self-help fallen friends in need.
To me, however, like describe the state of bliss is reached in sharing of intellectual experiences in paths of knowledge made in connection with his friend . And my desire is born from friendship. How good and beautiful part of me was made in the reports of extraordinary friends! Friendship authentic full of good ! For this, it generates a state of being rich in good contagious. True friends are "blessed ! They are "full of all good . The origin of the word bliss is in Latin "beatus " which is the greek adjective meaning μάκαρ ( makar), quality of their gods, state of happiness generated by being "full of all good." But these " goods "rather than owned, are treated who received them, become constitutive of 'being' the same . The gifts of friendship are energy highly poetic loving human being. It is not the words of comfort or praise or even in ordinary expressions of their affection friendship of which I speak! It is all over the occurrence of a presence that elicits knowledge . A friend and so there is not at the same time. There is, but beyond its own. I do not know how it is, but a friend that is placed in a light that attracts more than a real journey of discovery . Therefore, I believe that there is genuine friendship that does not lead to progress towards a higher knowledge , first of all to themselves! And what about those friendships that do not rely on words, but on an intellectual communion deep on pleasure that comes from living beauty you want, to love, communicate friend! It is this poetic a report of our great and beautiful humanity! It floods us with priceless gifts that produce discovered the joy of the most intimate and universal at the same time .

is recent gift of a poetic friendship also knowledge of the poetry of Giovanni Pascoli what I write as a gift. In

ourselves in listening to the text, we seem to take a symbolic walk , cycling. The time of this walk is real and metaphorical together. He spent from morning to night, from autumn to summer. Crossing a nature full of analogies , the cyclist rides on the road memory. Memories light up like the breath of the "little lamp" that "shines" in the dark. Dall'attimo of departure (the "Wake of the fledgling maudlin"), until goal, which is the starting point of the extreme ("slower than the small ring provides a heartbeat, and go ..."), images spend on paintings of nature," objective correlative "of the experience of suffering or courted. The mystery of life seduces us. The walk existential melts and blends into the life of nature through poetic melody simple and wise at once to contain the sense in pure sound that emits the colors of life ("the deep roar of the river" "a sea of \u200b\u200bgolden aspen made", "a beat ... I saw a row of cypress blacks"). The walk , nightfall, it closes the circle with the verb "I return" to the gently alluding life as a "return" , supreme until the time of death, when I flows back into the mystery from which was awakened to life. Punctuates the melody of the Argentinian images "dlin dlin, tenderly physiognomic of the bicycle bell.

The Bicycle
I seemed to hear in the hedge
the wake of a fledgling querulous.
One moment ... Understood the noise
dark river.

me he saw a sea of \u200b\u200bflickering
golden harvest. A
beat ... I saw a row of blacks
cypresses.

I seemed to cleave the crying
of a long procession of grief.
A heartbeat ... I had the wedding next
love.
dlin ... dlin ...

II still echoes the screams Unspeakable
crowd
I heard the screeching acrid
on the wet turf.

He said his words short
someone who was plowing in the plan:
you, when I said, you kept
the scythe in hand.

wing word I said, virgin
fleeting, to you, an old woman who designed the

only spoke with him.
dlin ... dlin ...
III
My earth, my tenuous road
you that you spend, or am I?
Who cares? I come or you go,
is but a farewell! But beauty is

quest'impeto wing, but
grating is the thrill of the day.
Even sweeter the rest ...
already set the night I return. The


small lamp shines through the dark city. Slower
the small rings
gives a beat, and goes ...
dlin ... dlin ...
by G. Canti di Castelvecchio Pascoli

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Οἶδα - λόγος - μύω - μύθος ... and the sense of the study of Greek and Latin

Οἶδα ( oida ) is a greek word. It's the perfect present for a rebuilt * εἲδω (* Eido). The root of the Indo-European * wid οἶδα is giving rise to the lexical field of Latin "video", which derives from one of our "seeing" . When I studied at school
verb polythematic ὁράω (Orao) = I learned that the shape of a perfect οἶδα I mean is "I saw" that "I know". As I write I'm thinking about what, in my opinion, is the sense of studying the languages \u200b\u200bof the classical world. As pointed out to me with my dearest friend, the Greek and Latin I do not care to show off amazing quotes for the listener, and indeed, when the scholar-in-office adorned with his talk of Latin quotations seem to me to see me appear from before the poor Renzo whispers but

who wants it to do its Latinorum?

No, that's why I studied Latin and Greek to me! Moreover
I went to high school when the school Gentile was in fact now in crisis, at a time when the sound library, where he was sure to learn the universal knowledge, was already falling apart, giving way to a teaching - learning fragments more or less shiny and precious. Yet the sign
of those languages \u200b\u200bis my way of being, and searching. Οἶδα "I see and know" . And here is the crux. In the sense of the root * wid that, among other things, also gives rise to word "idea" and all its derivatives. I "I see and know" . It is in the eye the principle of know.
So I got a jolt when I read of the discovery of the important role that assume the mirror neurons in the processes of knowledge. The eyes as a mirror. Mirroring the world's eye empathy. It is a way of knowing immediately. The surrounding world gets in my eyes and I recognize in myself. Then begins the tragic of human destiny: " express", "issue" this knowledge of the lightning glance. There is another word in the Greek language, (known this in its dual meaning): λόγος ( logos) = "thought" and "word" . The tragic fate is in this passage from the blazing light οἶδα "I see and know" the process of λόγος = "thought" and "word" in Latin ratio and pray, according to the translation of Cicero (De Speaker, I, 50). The ratio implies an order almost a conscious distilled of mind which must include oratio-duce what has been seen and known simultaneously. Now, in the sense that for me the knowledge of classical languages, I comes to mind another word that means "see", μύω = "Seeing with the eyes closed," from which derives the word " mystery with all its lexical field. For some time I wonder if I can log in to μύω also μύθος (mythos) = myth, a word of obscure etymology. Μύθος meaning is akin to λόγος, but the " thought" is to "imaginatively - fantastic" and word is "fabulous . As if οἶδα "I see and know," according to the process of mirroring the world in the eye, it would result in immediate μύω = "Seeing with the eyes closed" (in I thought I pretend ), and did ποίησις ( poiesis) of μύθος (Mythos).
Well, this is the see in the dream, seeing the poet , who according to myth is blind in the light of the world of appearances, perhaps because his eyes were blinded by the light of truth once the 'has provided. But the eyes that look in her eyes that night I have owned for a while the meaning of the universe.
The poet then tap to see and know in the dark mystery that only myth can tell .
May the word my feeble whisper a glimpse of this sense!