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! beauty is a choice

" ... beauty began when someone began to choose ... "

difficult topic this month! But necessary ... .

was a bit 'I wanted to talk about beauty, but then I was always scared of the complexity, breadth of his rhetoric and the inevitable result that could have been talking about it.

Instead, as always, by an "encounter" by chance, this time with a video, the one published above, I got the courage to begin to define the My simple and humble concept of beauty.

It 's true beauty comes from a choice, by comparison, the comparison between two or more items.

Beauty is subjective. Inevitably subjective. Undeniably subjective. And there is no one to say that there are parameters that allow us to size the space of objectivity. It is not so and can not be, precisely because it follows from the choice made by men and those that I like to call, "the tremors of the heart: that I love and that to me is not necessarily good for you you and vice versa. Trivial as a statement, true, but indisputable if you want to talk about this topic.

indisputable because it allows us to avoid any irresponsible about giving "human feeling" is purely pragmatic in the world of lowered ratings. The beauty is, and must remain a vague concept of all, magical and intangible, dreamy and impractical. Only this freedom of interpretation makes it possible to maintain existing ones and, especially, the creation of new.

Beauty and love run together. The man loves what he considers beautiful. The man is beautiful because he loves. A wonderful complement that makes the experience of beauty. The individual performance.

Every man can be happy because he finds inspiration and comfort in what he is for the most beautiful thing in the universe.

If we tried, instead, to bring the beauty in terms of shared rules of perception, we run the risk of creating unhappiness, because each of us no longer feels the need to get up in the air in search of his state of beauty.

least in this case we leave a democratic regime, at least to define their own beauty!

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"Today I saw the Love ..."

February, month of life. And in my long wandering up and down Italy (life as a pro-lifer), rock me in the illusion of going to various conventions, conferences, meetings in the parishes, to give something to my , without realizing that the taking from others is infinitely greater.

It always happens, and it happened again a few days ago. At a training course for health workers, the day whose theme was "The long-term care and disability", I could hear the deep experience of life and faith of dr. Mario Melazzini. Many already know it, but for me it was a new feeling , more than a feeling again.

this remarkable man, who in his first fifty years has racked up hits like doctor (oncologist) and as a person, great athlete, husband and father, beautiful, active, full of life, it was found to be prisoner of his body, the victim of one of the most terrible and debilitating diseases of our time: amyotrophic lateral sclerosis, also known as ALS.

Lead in black despair, the desire to die was a painful path and natural. The get out, the fruit of grace more pure. "At some point I stopped concentrating on what I could no longer do, to think about what I had yet to give." In the face of those who live in appearance and that base their security on the latest mobile phones and expensive cars ...

"I had the misfortune to get a bit 'late to know the people with disabilities - said Melazzini - as I had met through volunteering, and though I was a believer, look at them with a form of affectionate superficiality, without caring to relate deeply with them. "

Melazzini quoted a piece of the book "The Body" by Umberto Galimberti, which reads: "The eye doctor not met the man, but his illness in his body and he does not read a biography, but a disease " it said, recalling that in our society, talking about disability or illness makes them uncomfortable, because when you are healthy these two conditions do not belong to us, and even provoke a sort of ill-concealed pity for that poor which unfortunately happened to them. But we must begin to integrate the thinking of disability and illness in our way of life, not only because it could happen to anyone of us, but why not one should look to a disabled as something abnormal , but as one of us .

Affirmation weighed in by the intervention of Dr. Mirella Ricci, vice president of the Province of Arezzo, the largest voluntary life, who recalled that one should not begin to quantify the deficit of a person, but the resource . Being able to then go on tiptoe in the lives of others, be able to enter deeply into the world of suffering, it helps to be afraid of little things!

According to a survey by Istat, the disabled in Italy are around 2.6 million, ie 4.8% of the population, without regard to children under 6 years are about 200,000. What can give dignity to these vulnerable people, victims of a clinical instability, often of a functional dependency, or a decreased survival or care pathways not yet identified? Love. The love of those who care for them, because " dignity lies in the eyes of the employer's treatment " ("Dignity and the eye of the beholder", HM Chocinov JCO 2004). Wonderful concept and we find in the book based Melazzini "But what I do differently?" That urge you to read.

But that's not there ... I still see and hear more. For example, the president of AISLA Arezzo Marisa Valesio great. In this old body, now completely captive to the disease, immobile on a wheelchair with a lot of mechanical respirator, his eyes alive, alert and smiling the brain of a person who has made him wake up, and how!, But above all the spirit; before him, a special machine that translates into letters and then words, the look moves dictate what you mean by eye movement. Beside him, the love of a husband who strives not for effort, or by compulsion, but for a mere service rendered by a love that has something superhuman. That serve with joy, that only a big heart can put into practice. I immediately thought that being so popular, despite the inability to cook, wash laundry, iron the shirt of her husband, to be loved just because we exist, it means to be loved for real.

And here is the greeting of Marisa, waiting with religious and unreal silence for over a hundred people who gave up Allegro chatter respectfully to meditate on the paradox of a life extraordinarily serene, in total contrast with the actual physical situation : "I greet you all with joy, I'm glad to be with you. I was not so ... the disease has received a gift from God that I carry on with serenity and strength that gives me every day to the Lord, with whom I go out because I was allowed to know how important life . Silence, then thunderous applause and some tears .... How much wisdom, and how empty I felt I made up and functioning , but from the heart, often devoid of this thickness, this love ...

And Marisa remained attentive, his eyes glued to the dr. Melazzini, now president of the Aisle-Milan, for her friend and brother, companion of adventure, rather than misfortune. And occasionally, a quick dictated the machine, write "nose", and immediately rush to see her husband once, twice, three times, to dry as everyone who is affected by temperature changes, and has the luxury of a normal runny nose.

Well, that day I knew the love, the real one, the one that never ends, that does not ask what the other can give, but who else is, really, with the ability to enjoy simply for his presence, without quantifying the functionality, without asking anything in return. Just like you do with a precious gift.

Sabrina Pietrangeli Paluzzi

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present:

" The memory is a dog that bites you"

of Alessio Viola

February 23, at 18:30

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dialogue with the author:

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A game ends in tragedy and his memory becomes like a dog that bites you and you do not leave her.

Alessio Viola , journalist and writer, tells in his new book (ed. Progedit) as the childhood cruelty and silence become remorse and sense of guilt into adulthood, inspired by a notorious history: the disappearance of the little brothers of Gravina.

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"Art, a beauty that saves the world"

"Beauty will save the world?". The dramatic question sometimes becomes a certainty before Dostoevsky's art. Because there is a kind of beauty that is not an end in itself, but turns his gaze towards the infinite. It 's a beauty that is rooted in the vocation, and dress the poetic sensibility of an artist, much to communicate God himself, absolute beauty, thanks to a work of art.

And if the artist in question is young, it moves and enchants even more. These are their feelings of those who are fortunate enough Francisco Garcia Astiaso approach.

Twenty-seven years, the fifth of seven children, beautiful, deep and incredibly talented and artistic sensibility.

As a child, has clearly shown his skills in drawing and painting, and his parents, Italian mother and English father, the itinerant catechists in the Neocatechumenal, have supported and sometimes encouraged the art of the child, enough to allow him to attend the Academy of Fine Arts in Rome.

The results are already evident despite his young age. Astiaso can boast as many as 14 exhibitions to his credit, two major investments to artistic events in Italy, where his works, sometimes thematic, sometimes in mixed technique and subject, have been shown successfully.

His life has been seasoned by travel, as a child, to follow mom and dad on the move during the missions of evangelization, and great to know the world, and especially to work with people who have made a strong impression in His artistic training: Kiko Arguello, English painter and sculptor, author of numerous iconographic and founder of the Neocatechumenal. There are many churches in Italy, and even a cathedral in Madrid, whose icons were painted, among others, by Francis Astiaso Garcia.

His vast artistic spaces in the testing of each medium: charcoal, photography, sculpture in bronze and wax. Works sometimes raw and sharp, sometimes subtle, veiled, soft, almost transparent, unreal, evocative, full of meaning, sometimes mysterious, steeped in spirituality.

face of this young man so full of talented, well seasoned and past travel experiences, in depth relationships with others, the first question that comes to mind is:

"But true artist, to do something good, must necessarily believe in God? "

"I believe in God, and I think that her beauty is made perfect in the art. Art is longing for the sky and a desire for fulfillment ... Art means "to reveal God in all things." But I see the blatant contradiction in some of those artists, though the search for God through their work, then he denies the existence rationally. But if art is genuine, God manifests himself anyway. The difference, if any, will reside in the fact that the artist, instead of calling his work " Created ," was called "Mother Nature . I must say that the beauty of creation I helped to overcome moments of crisis, I think of atheism in the past. For example, consider the beauty of a leaf, see every detail in its perfection, its features, see different actors in the creation of similar signs, recurrent, almost a signature of God , really helped me to understand that such a beauty and perfection could not be born by chance. My desire is to communicate God certainly, but not only in the iconography. love deepen the poetic point of view of a work, not just the aesthetic. My painting seeks to build bridges between the canons of the eternal beauty and the most daring experiments and operations of the painting of our time. The end is the contemporary synthesis of modernity and tradition. Modigliani said: "modernity is a great mystery, coupled with what was pregnant with what will be."

- You work with many different styles. Which is what satisfies you most?

"I love every style of those who work, provided that arises from within, from a true inspiration. There were moments of contradiction, in which I lived as a waste executive jobs, where I could not fully express myself, so working with other people I had just run work dictated by others. But over time I realized that even that may be an opportunity to experience a period of rest, a break, even if forced. He is also a way to understand that my art is not born of narcissism, vanity, but it's a real call, a sort of synthesis combining the artistic vocation where the poetic sensibility, I can really serve God through my talents, my natural gifts, so do not do "for me", but "through me".

- Let's talk about abstract art: if you do not understand it, it seems almost a random doodle. You made several abstract works. Can you explain what you see inside, and what the abstract for you?

"First you need to untie the idea spread that is unconnected with reality. The real abstraction is more representative of the kaleidoscopic nature of what can be realism. We have to imagine so much closer to the object to represent it in the smallest details, so as to confuse the image until it becomes unrecognizable, and that is abstract, almost to get inside. Here, that's where I find the same aesthetic language that once was in the paint the living model. True art can do wonderful things ... just think that even the ugliest thing normally be seen, represented by a real artist can become a work of art. "

- When you sit down to the classic white canvas, you already know what you're getting? Or the work was born as?

"Sometimes I have an initial idea, but most times I let myself go. Sometimes I also not happy with something, spend angry over a cloth and see the spark in the destruction of something that takes me, and start from there, only to see the beautiful work at the end. As one said English "Caminante, no hay stack, if hare fireplace to go" (Traveler, there is a road, going the way you make it). "

Here is a tiny part of the immense inner world of an artist ... it's nice to think that most of them have an experience so intense, so as to be totally immersed in what they do, and that the beauty express themselves through their art builds us, leads us to think of eternity, makes us better.

To contact the artist, you can visit his Facebook profile. Soon it will even his presence on the web personal website.

Sabrina Pietrangeli Paluzzi

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"Dear Doctor, I say" thank you "...

There is not only poor health care: many doctors are real unsung heroes who every day to save the soul of life their young patients.

If they hear of all colors: wonderful doctors who are thrown out of the wards, relegated to activities that ridicule the vast expertise acquired over the years, simply because not good enough to woo the new primary, and replaced by a little power to the detriment of patients ... Doctors who make prenatal diagnoses putting all their belief in abortion written reports, recommending the elimination of child even when he is missing a pinky. Not to mention how they treat women, despite the terminal diagnosis, renounce abortion: sharp words that take away the dignity not only to the child in the womb, but also to the parent who seeks only to do his job and that is love your son.

moms and dads who use complaint as a lethal weapon against the doctor not guilty of having advised the newly-pretentious parents who simply lacked the little fingernail. Other couples say that despite feeling that the baby will be a monster, with the courage to go forward then they realize that monster is not, and this time not to report, quickly rushed to forget the unfortunate incident. Doctors who beat in the delivery room, in front of a woman in obstructed labor, accusing herself of something, some kind of venting and injustice which work stress ...

short, it seems that the medical care on a pregnancy has become something so complicated pass the desire to put a child in the yard. And above all, lacking the typical news downside, so as to suggest that the world goes around like that.

Thankfully, there is a "but" ... also made up of good news, and a good health service to those who had the good fortune to run into health care and honest love of their work. There are still, and so many! We then wanted to give space to this. Asking the lucky new parents to write a letter to doctors who take care of them and their children, as is right, and strictly anonymously. And just to share with you, the reader optimistic, the quote below.

- "Dear Doctor, there was one time in particular when I entrusted my child, knowing that either cured or you'd be back in heaven. I did not know how it would turn out, but I knew it was the last resort ... "Save him, doctor, once again ...".

And God came into your hands, in your heart, your mind, sanctified your degree, your 25-year career (or maybe more?), Your endless hours of work, and all of you that could take part again of the miracle of the breath of life coming back, a blood that is purified, a drug that should give you back your life a little 'destroy ...

Only a few days later, the verdict, sterile blood! That poison was spreading, a candida septicemia, had been defeated. Your smiling face, her eyes full of professional pride and joy, and lots of love and waved that piece of paper and said "Please, put it in a frame," I have not forgotten them. I wanted to hug, grateful, happy, revived, but shared a room with another mom, and you certainly would have been unprofessional and embarrassing. That embrace I'm still missing, I will miss him forever. Perhaps because so far I have not enough words to say: thank you. It was the last fight of my son, the longer, harder than before to gain a steady improvement, which still continues in the stability of well-being. Thanks to God, because it uses you, your ministry, your science, intelligence, and why did he give you a big heart. I pray for your family, your children, your dearest affections, that he keep them, and because nothing can disturb your genius and your abilities. That no pain can ever touch you. "
Mom A.

- "I extend my thoughts to you, doctors, who have seen my nephew a real child, regardless of his illness and his suffering: I saw the tears in your eyes I have heard words of love and faith of your mouth, I turn to you, sweet nurse who you were by my side when I said goodbye to my angel, never forget your words: "Madam, your niece is already close to God, which is next to his sister because the child is already in the arms of our Heavenly Mother "... thank you all. May God bless you. "

Zia C.

- "Dear doctor, I was destroyed when I came to you, because your colleague had advised me an abortion. You, without denying the problem, captasti groped my desire, to give a chance for my son ... Today I hold my healthy baby in her arms, I wish that the "other" doctor could see him: I think all his certainties fetuses to be condemned, would crumble in an instant. "
Mama E.

- "I've caused pain when you pulled a sigh of relief because we told you we did not want an abortion, after we had talked about this possibility. I've raised tenderness when you told us with eyes drenched with tears that we were brave. I've really done so much tenderness, for it must be sad work in an environment where you have to hide their beliefs about creation. "

Mamma V.

- That your green gown, operating room, drenched in sweat ... Those your bare feet, free of the usual green clogs with whom I saw every day along the quiet lane with a pitch of the department ... I owe you and your team the life of my son, after three and a half years of suffering, that day in February is still a second birth. "

Mom S.

These professional life, we say our "thank you" and encourage them to move forward, although it is difficult, even if it's a tough world for them. Although it seems to them of doing too little and too few people. There is a whole world, made up of real people, who think like you, who needs you!

Sabrina Pietrangeli Paluzzi

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Women

I write these words of reflection on the status of women inspired by an unfortunate incident that I happened a few days ago.

leaving a parking space I have barely touched the bike that was parked in front of my car. Indeed, it would be better to say that was parked on my machine, so as to make me suspect that the friendly owner has put her on purpose that way. But first things first. I'm going to take my car back home, I climb, I close the door and as soon as I turn the engine I see the owner of the bike comes out of his store followed, with expression with incarognita already, my move to exit the parking lot. I think I am a conservative female drivers but they are emotional and when I feel that I acted and observed ends do some nonsense. Here, in fact, that the old bike light touch of this man. The Lord was angry as if I had split in two, he began to shout at me against insults of various kinds and even accuses me of having broken (?) The bike. A seemingly insignificant event as it happens a lot every day. But driving home, with anger on him to be walked into a guy so rude, I wondered: "If there had been a man in my place, what would have reacted the same way?". Maybe. Maybe he could give vent to his baser instincts turning a nice brawl. Or maybe the sight of a man, would react in a more polite, even saying simply: "I look slightly bumped the bike!"

Hence, in view of the celebration of women, I have asked thousands of questions the meaning of this feast. For example: what exactly we are celebrating? The women's pride? Emancipation? Equality between the sexes? Or simply is another good excuse to work the flower?

The female pride do not know if it exists. Or rather, exists in many women who daily fight against injustice, the sopprusi, stalking, violence. Some of them carry on silent battles without even realizing it. But it does not exist in those women completely subservient to the will of man (your father / brother / husband / son) and unfortunately there are so many women, not only adults but also young people.

emancipation in Italy the word changes meaning depending on the occurrences. They liberated the little women who enter politics with dubious means, as is the emancipated middle-aged housewives who decide one night to go out with her friends instead of the husband the same way as a woman who has managed to build an independent life, independent and free.
Equality between the sexes ... even that it exists in Italy. Know how many stories of women who were rejected by companies because, in fact, women? The woman is wearing a lot of trouble for a company: you must marry and then, worse still, to have children and therefore will not work for a long, long time. The woman, for a company, it is not productive, unless it is perennially single.

What does it mean, then, International Women's Day in a country where the percentage of women in positions of power is the lowest in Europe? What if we have much to celebrate we are attacked just because we missed a parking lot? What we have to celebrate if the woman is still synonymous with the word "pain" and "damage"? What are we celebrating when we continually before his eyes half-naked pictures of girls who forget to have a brain and make their way using only the body? What are we celebrating when the majority of men, just like 100 years ago, is convinced that we are inferior to them, despite all our hard battles?

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"With the eyes of the heart, suffering and hope"

Many people love photography. And they love not only during their travels and holidays ... like bring your own car, and photograph everything awakens their curiosity and admiration, jealously guarding its shots. But not all have the capacity or the luck to turn that passion into a concrete work, one that allows you to express your full potential, to do so full-time and to have a guaranteed salary.

has happened to someone, someone more clever than others, someone in that goal has not only been able to see the image that shows the goal, but also what's behind it.

The ability to see beyond, in fact, not all, nor that of being able to show through a picture not only a beautiful landscape, but the smell of that air, the warmth of the people living there. Not only the portrait of a person, but even his thoughts and his torments.

He has done it, his name is Stefano Schirato. A boy holds a degree in Political Science, he started to shoot as a child. It was not just a passion for him. Today we would call that "passion" would be lessened. It was an expression of self, and with perseverance, the skill, commitment, and that vibration some call "genius", has managed to turn his full-time job.

Schirato never photographed at the event, has always had the desire to "write stories," through his shots, then, more than a photographer has always felt a photojournalist.

He traveled the world and made the report to show the plight of children in the street or living in the sewers of Bucharest, or the situation of blacks in the ghettos of Johannesburg and Cape Town township in South Africa.

In 1999, the turning point: he won a scholarship offered as a prize from Nikon and Grace Blacks, to attend a workshop with National Geographic photographer Steve McCurry, who pushes Schirato to document the tragedy of landmines in Cambodia for Emergency. From this work, created his first book, titled "The eyes of Cambodia."

From that moment on, his calling is more clear and the work takes more and more body. Since 2000, for two consecutive years, he devoted himself to working on ships that seized the lead in various ports to document the life of seamen prisoners on board.

In 2002, the director meets Nobel Prize winner Giuseppe Tornatore, who was mesmerized by the images of that work on ships, Stephen encourages to publish them. Exit the book "Not on earth or at sea", which combines to pictures taken on the ships, a text of the director.

In 2008 he published a book on schizophrenia, entitled "Out of me," which earned him the International Prize for photojournalism Carletti. Soon after, the film documents the backstage Tornatore "Baar" that makes him win CliCiak Award 2010, a prestigious award for photographers.

's latest work, most recently, is a touching report entitled "Butterflies Anorexia - Anorexia Bulimia to disease": in a few clicks, all the drama of solitary eating disorders offered in the eyes of those who have never had the opportunity to touch the world suffering from these creatures. A series of shots taken on tiptoe, with the delicacy of one who is aware that his affliction that can enter into that of others with the right weight.

Schirato We asked how you managed to get in touch with these people, how he managed to earn their confidence to the point of being photographed in the shower. And there he explained it simply:

"The way I work is to empathize with people who I have photographed. If you do not enter into relationship with the subject that photographers can not do it. And when you work with issues such as mental illness, the subject must completely trust you. The approach is human and very slow, first without the camera. I want to be able to enter their world, to the point of becoming invisible, and only then take the camera, but at that point no longer an invader, but one of them. "

You worked many hours with these people, you could "feel" their world up close ... did you get that idea about the source of their suffering, or the human in general?

As a child I always wondered why there were my peers in other parts of the world who do not have clothes or food. I have always felt indignant and outraged about this. Suffering shocked and especially you can not dock an explanation. Then, growing up, I can safely say that getting deeply in suffering is a value added to "hear" things and experience them in a less superficial. Maybe I'll be a bit 'strong in this, but I think that without suffering there is less to give meaning to life itself.

In a recent interview you said that every time I come home after long periods such as in Cambodia or in the poorest places, you felt "refreshed" and break the atmosphere experienced you immerse yourself in your life more or less bourgeois. Then after you've added that past experience with children with schizophrenia, this detachment you have not heard. Can you explain what you mean?

I wanted to say that when you're dealing with a mental illness, you feel that the difference between "sick" and "not sick", is not so clear. The fragility Food has different answers and it is said that the response of the mentally ill is not necessarily suitable for the society in which we live. It is a very thin partition dividing the appropriate way of responding to suffering and that is not appropriate. It is said that one day I too can not not respond in a proper and just find myself in extreme cases to depression than black, and fall into mental illness.

Believe in God?, And if so, why?

Yes, believe it. I believe in a God who is not in the holy pictures or icons that fill the churches. I believe in a God who comes to grips with my life. Faith, I think that testing, and there I've always been. I was a revolutionary left and I have always fought the affluence of the church and the hypocrisy of some priests and prelates. And I thought that God, if it existed, she was sitting casually on his puff to no interest in the past of the earth. Then I had a "fall from a horse the way of St. Paul, and I've completely changed way of thinking!

you think through your job, you can serve God in this generation, and how?

Certainly, I think the topics I choose or decide to do, are also dictated by my beliefs, my principles. I can not always talk about God to the people with whom I come in contact with my reportage, a little 'because there should be a reason to do so and a bit' because I do not like to talk about it in a superficial way between shots. But when I hear a word from me could be good for the person with whom I meet, I speak of my first story, of how I met the Lord, because I think that the credibility of what you say, first of all steps from your experience.

There was a particular event in your life, happy or otherwise dramatic, you have won something more in your profession?

During the trip to Cambodia, when for the first I once had to deal with children jumped on landmines, or when I addressed the issue of child prostitution, children living in the garbage, I was deeply marked, and forever. After that trip, I was not the same. Another event that changed me was the birth of my twins. We have suffered so much at the prospect of handicap that many doctors they had feared. We did not choose to abort because it was not the solution, mainly because we believe we have no power over life. Then the girls were born healthy, thank God, but I won this personal history of being able to approach the pain of others with respect and a share that is perceived by those being photographed, and often - and this is the thing that gives me more joy - even by those who see the final image.

If you could photograph the optimism, as the person you choose?

Andrei sure to photograph the world of children, not only portraits of children, but their world, their games, their ingenuity, their smiles are not yet contaminated ... and my choice probably would turn their children's third world, despite the hardships and poverty, are often much happier and optimistic of our children. Moreover, man's happiness does not only depend on which hemisphere you were born or how much wealth you have reserved the right to life.

Sabrina Pietrangeli Paluzzi