father I feel, I never heard her son.
Someone told me "Son of ... ...."
Someone thought.
Someone told me "Son of ... ...."
Someone thought.
They told me "good son." They told me "Piseddu malu!" Ausonica for the people (people of the Italian peninsula) translates to "bad guys".
many things about being a child.
Poor parents, as they are squeezed by this world upside down.
not because now I am a parent advocate category. The category
let's leave them to the unions. They are good at and forget the people see only categories.
Poor parents, as they are squeezed by this world upside down.
not because now I am a parent advocate category. The category
let's leave them to the unions. They are good at and forget the people see only categories.
But I look at these people who perform the role of parents and I feel incredible affection mixed with pity.
look like beasts for slaughter. Ready to be devoured by the machinery of the clash between generations.
look like beasts for slaughter. Ready to be devoured by the machinery of the clash between generations.
But the winners are not the children. The proof is that those children who seem, at first sight, the parents even more winners will be abused and mistreated. Will be even more cannon fodder.
When I was a child I had no attention to the fact of doing the good son.
I thought I had to do to become a good man, and one day, a good father.
While growing up I took notes. I was trying to figure out what was right and what wrong with being the father.
I thought I had to do to become a good man, and one day, a good father.
While growing up I took notes. I was trying to figure out what was right and what wrong with being the father.
Caring for a child to be a good son would be like asking a panchinaro of a football team to worry about being a good panchinaro.
What's the point?
What matters is to be ready to enter the field and be good players.
What's the point?
What matters is to be ready to enter the field and be good players.
But now I'm his father.
And I watch my son grow up. And every day I get a sinking heart.
An indescribable joy that I can not even bring paper or words.
I find the words and metaphors to talk about everything, but the joy, this feeling of fullness that contributes to become a child a man can not make it.
And I watch my son grow up. And every day I get a sinking heart.
An indescribable joy that I can not even bring paper or words.
I find the words and metaphors to talk about everything, but the joy, this feeling of fullness that contributes to become a child a man can not make it.
My son is there, bigger and bigger. Today
told me: "You know dad I'm a man now." And I said "sure, you're a man, small but still a man."
It is important that my son is only 3 years. It is not important.
does not matter if it's a good son or not.
told me: "You know dad I'm a man now." And I said "sure, you're a man, small but still a man."
It is important that my son is only 3 years. It is not important.
does not matter if it's a good son or not.
Am I a good father? This is important.
But surely have a happy father.
a happiness that shines a light that no slavery or no money God will set aside.
But surely have a happy father.
a happiness that shines a light that no slavery or no money God will set aside.
Think with your head.
Egodharma.
Egodharma.
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