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The student begins to thaw.

I think a teacher should not only confine itself to convey to his students arid technical knowledge and aseptic information. I think that is to leave a mark even more human, that his signature on the booklet, as well as all my students have left me in the path of their freshness and sometimes of their suffering, but also their ability to ask question. With many, many years we became friends, and someone wanted me to witness their wedding. Many have been and are still friends, like me, the fun. But it is scoraggevole, when I say several, that need only a low rating, or an invitation to repeat the exam because the student as well as you say the most horrible atrocities, you hate forever. CAN NOT AND DO NOT WANT TO BELIEVE. So I was happy when last week a student told me to go to lunch and then asked a student to come to office hours to get to know more closely. No, students do not become bad for a low vote, remember that if you have lavished on them your soul. If you treated them with affection and humanity, even when you invite them to repeat the exam. This crazy, thinks so. And you?

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THE POPE AND THE ARTISTS

The Pope this morning met with the artists in the Sistine Chapel. Under the famous frescoes of Michelangelo Buonarroti, artist and excelled borderline genius, was also shown a picture of my beloved Van Gogh
These are the news from spreading and to emphasize, not the nauseating gossip around Marrazzo, the threesomes, the poor and Brenda tissue of Berlusconi. Everyone has the right to sexuality which he likes best. Should only be of interest if he pursues public office, the manner in which they carry out and not with those under the sheets. To overcome albeit that we need beauty, to escape a dreary life as alienating to drag into a depression, should take refuge in beauty. We must also look for the beauty in other beings, admiring their inner and reports and talk with them and find ourselves again and this will help us to live a peaceful life and creative work as art. But to do this we need the right tool: the semiotics. Who will believe me? Maybe just some crazy, like me, you believe that sacrifice, groped to live life as a work of art. Is there anyone?

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continue so, unless ... BI-POLAR DISORDER

libelous A breeze, as every year, blowing through the corridors of the Faculty no matter what, pointing to a certain depth. you hear that, as a whimsical outside of reality, in the port and in clothing and footwear and even in the discordant note, however broadly austerity of the studies.
that the studies should lead to austerity or bad mood is everything to prove, as if you are motivated, you can also learn with a smile, as it is to prove that it's a good teacher to teach that goes with the tuxedo at the expense of another who dresses like ca .. fly like and how feels comfortable.
But what is worse is that you mark a lack of clarity in his lectures, labeled as a mixture of psicanalasi and psychiatry, "psychiatry and psychoanalysis included in a formal education ... "which end up confusing students who leave the classroom without understanding anything."
suggest these crows, to strive to have the courage of their actions are going to say, albeit that personally at that time Prof. unpleasant, confronting him.
For the rest, "the whimsical prof. Even in the hat that makes you laugh just to look at " lets you know that in this way will continue his meetings with students, which some call classes, because c 'is still the freedom of teaching, those who want to laugh and laugh at him too, even if it is more appropriate to cry on his meanness.
Unless the students in the classroom will not say that they prefer the traditional lesson, one that is celebrated as a Mass, in a tone of voice calm and peaceful, solemnly behind the chair, without gesture and without passion, because it will follow the matter better, we will continue that way. If someone wants to say his opinion, even critical, we will be as usual, welcome. That we criticize, as long as we write, we say.

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Rome-Turin, 31 October 2007 / night, come home. Playing the Piano




From the train I saw "the fields away, the curtains of trees, houses, nooks" to go fast, like splinters.
The noise was deafening at times became almost unbearable in my head already so confused.
But as the train ran, not even the speed and return to the city, among my things, in the midst of my "faces" to the faces of the people I love, could wipe out "those."
had passed a month, which was lived in the archives of the former asylum.
If it is true that "It quidem idem eris. Omnis dies, you mutatio omnis hora", this had never been so tangible to me. You had approximately my age when you wrote that nothing in the world I had yet passed through the spirit, so that in projecting x-rays to your presence in its constitutive structure.
I think for me it was just this experience.
It is terrible and sinister at the same time think that coincides with the unveiling of one of the lowest moments of aberration of history.
Perhaps it is because what I held in my hands does nothing but back that old, cold current that mixes common sense alienation from their victims and executioners, and that basically is the innermost core of human nature and authentic .
The expulsion of the weak, the other self are sadly always the most powerful in building the concrete core social dominance, which shall secure and proud.

Dear brother, nobody
not see me are so bored that I find the time to run away being healed perfectly, because here you have to be smart dear brother, because of a lack that committed by a colleague of mine made me feel 2 days and a half morning and night in bed bound with a straitjacket.
Joseph T., interned in the mental hospital of S. Maria della Pieta from 1894 to 1908 because "sexual invert."

Facts swallow. I can not live without seeing you. I do not know how I can feel, or know that you have made the search [...] nun who is calling you the young lady and that without raggione makes you do things that no man.
Letter from hospitalized Othello A.ad another hospitalized, November 6, 1932.

individuals suspected of schizophrenia, it requires the injection of malarioterapia by Anopheles mosquitoes.
Umberto P., hospitalized in 1935 in the mental hospital in Rome, then moved to Volterra.

There are many voices that echo in my ears from the inside, so many that overlap and that I will put to rest, ever. Entries from diaries, as you've taken, so I, like most people, since dall'affacciarsi adolescence, intimacy encompasses all those thoughts more real and more complicated communication between crumpled pages that fade along with memories.
These, however, are diaries of terror, someone has called them "crazy cards", what is certain is that they are more than just literary or historical documents. These are pages that cry, indeed, people shouting, screaming from a not so distant past, which fall into a mind not so different, that seems to have only changed the clothes tormentor.
Before Her Eyes, however, always the same image: that of a woman, interned young, beautiful and full of life, decay of each photo taken from a folder next to the last: little more than a skeleton sore.
And there seems to be answered, nor ransom for all these purposes as atrocious, as it is "the senselessness of evil perpetrated by man.
Perhaps the only posthumous tribute to a memory proper, to serve as a powerful tool to do this, and enlighten.

All the inmates mental hospitals, these few lines of a diary, in memoriam.