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far2much2stop
2/21/2008 5:50 am |
ENGLISH I don't know why I am telling you this, but then writing is primarily done for ourselves, and only after for those who care to listen... I would like to make a few considerations, together with you all (please leave some feedback) on the title. First of all it is true: the expression madly in love, I feel, describes what you MUST feel when you adore a woman/man beyond logic. I do not know whether Love switches off some of our normal "rational circuits" or if it accentuates our "capability of grasping the infinite"... the fact is that those who look at us from a distance cannot help noticing we are different, mad to be precise and to call it by its name. I would like to ask you what the craziest thing you ever did for love is... or will be, if you are still planning it. Personally I can think of (too) many foolish jests (for which I am very proud, coincidentally). I'll leave you with one that took places years ago: on the eve of the birthday of a very special "friend" I drove my car to her place at 2 in the morning. Jumped the gate, did a Spiderman climb up the wall to her second storey apartment and left a present on the balcony just outside her room, choreographing it so that she would surely see it first thing next day on opening the shutters... I could have broken my neck or been arrested. It was something crazy I HAD to do. So, am I the only mad one here or does someone else like old-fashion romantic imbecility the way I do? I hope I will be this crazy again soon… I miss it! And I hope you will share some of your folly with me so we can all inspire eachother in time for the next devilish cupid mission! ...---... ...---... ...---... ITALIANO Non so esattamente perché vi stia rivelando quanto segue, ma in fondo si scrive principalmente per se stessi e solo dopo per coloro che vogliono ascoltarci.. Vorrei fare qualche considerazione con voi tutti in merito al titolo (non siate timidi e lasciate i vostri commenti). Innanzitutto è una sacrosanta verità: reputo che l’espressione “innamorato pazzo" descriva quello che necessariamente DEVE essere provato da noi quando adoriamo una donna/uomo oltre i limiti imposti dalla logica. Non so se questo si verifichi perché l’Amore stacca la presa dei nostri abituali "circuiti logici” o se accentui la nostra "capacità di cogliere l’infinito”... fatto sta che quelli che ci osservano anche da lontano non possono non cogliere la nostra eccentricità, pazzia per essere esatti e per chiamare le cose con il loro nome. Mi verrebbe da chiedervi quale sia stata la cosa più folle che abbiate mai fatto per amore... o che intendete fare, se siete ancora nella fase di progettazione. Personalmente mi vengono in mente diverse (migliaia) di pazzie (delle quale vado molto fiero, per inciso). Ve ne lascio un che ebbe luogo anni fa: la vigilia del compleanno di una mia "amica” speciale guidai fino a sotto casa sua alle 2 del mattino. Scavalcato il muro, feci un’arrampicata modello Uomo Ragno fino al suo appartamento situato al secondo piano, il tutto per lasciarle un dono sul balcone fuori dalla sua stanza da letto, coreografando il tutto in modo che se lo trovasse lì l’indomani appena alzata la tapparella... potevo rompermi l’osso del collo e farmi arrestare. Era una dolce pazzia che DOVEVO fare. Allora, sono l’unico pazzo nei paraggi o ci sono altri imbecilli romantici vecchio stile che la pensano come me? Spero di essere nuovamente pazzo così molto presto… mi manca! E spero che vorrete condividere con me alcune delle vostre follie in modo da ispirarci l’un l’altro in vista del prossima missione diabolicamente cupidesca! |
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2/22/2008 4:52 am |
One of the craziest things I have ever done is well.... in joining this site, I met a man, not just any man, a very unique individual whom I have grown to care about, and in a sense, fell in L___e with. I was crazy enough to send him a care package with some of my "personal affects", music, chocolate, and several other things. I wanted to send him a piece of me if you will, so that he could see that I am real, and that I care. I am not just some lady that he has communicated with online, I am live and real. In our communications over the last few months, I have given him a piece of my heart. Someone I have never met in person, touched skin to skin, someone I have never had the opportunity to look into his eyes, nor caress his hand, taste the true sweetness of his lips....
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2/25/2008 9:36 pm |
My friend adelina gave mi permission to tell part of her story. She fall in love on this site with someone wonderful, but before she knew that, she got the courage to go to Rome,(Brave!) to meet him and spend two weeks with him, to find out he is the love of her life, nine months have pass and still going on!! So Honey follow your best guidance to love, your heart and do what ever it takes to find out if its worth it or not. love fully always, if it does not works out it will prepare you to love even deeply next time. Good luck!!
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 2/27/2008 11:59 am |
So many lovely things I have done for love; poetry, portraits, gourmet meals, handknit sweaters... but, I was thinking of the time I pulled a knife on someone who threatened the object of my affection. (is that crazy?) I was 16. The "object" was a friend who I happened to have a big, fat crush on. One day I encountered him in the hallway, all excited. He had been looking everywhere for me because he "needed" me to pose for an art project. Needless to say, I happily skipped my scheduled class and obliged, as I imagined it would require me to recline languidly for hours on end, gazing at my charming Michaelangelo. My bliss was rudely interupted by a big football-playing idiot who, for whatever reason began to provoke my friend. Who knows what his psychotic motivation was, but he threw off his jacket and swaggered closer, threatening a fight. Now, dopamine is a wonderful thing, but it must never be interupted with a sudden blast of adrenaline. My particular blast catapulted me off my posing stool and made me grab the long, sharp clay-carving knife. Suddenly my face was inches from the big dufus' neck as I spewed plans of my forthcoming carving project. I'll never quite understand how or why he, (who outweighed me by about 100 lbs) retreated so subordinately and why my friend was elated and not mortified by my oh-so-ladylike behavior. Ahh, passion....what a wonderful thing!
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3/1/2008 12:41 am |
Caro far hai rischiato grosso hahaha però come batteva forte il cuore, e che bella sensazione andare a casa solo col pensiero del suo sguardo stupito nell'accorgersi del tuo gesto. bello bello bisognerebbe fare più pazzie cosi.
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3/1/2008 1:33 pm |
Hai ragione... ma la parte gloriosa di questi gesti è che devono nascere spontaneamente. E affinché ciò accada devono verificarsi due condizioni di per sé non comuni: 1) Tanto normali non lo si deve essere 2) La persona per la quale ti viene questo impulso deve essere superlativa e capace di rivoluzionare il tuo universo e i tuoi schemi con un sorriso Per questo i gesti sono ammirati. Sono rari come rare le persone che meritano di riceverle e rare le persone capaci di rischiare nell'idearle. Allora? Non ci hai detto le tue pazzie? Sicuramente tu fai parte della schiera dei romantici... attendo il tuo racconto...
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11/11/2008 1:03 am |
wow~ u guys r all so romantic like plots in films wish i can meet some1 be crazy 4 me and also make me crazy and wish u guys true loves~
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