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We all have dreams that we live with open eyes, which are the main characters, always in action, to experience emotions as if they were true. Dreams help us to live and accompany us throughout our existence. They affect all equally.

Dreaming is a powerful anesthetic, the natural condition in which we are in perfect harmony with the deepest part of our being. In the dream we get rid of reality to browse our sea. What we build in our dreams? In these elaborate desires, fears, everything that we do not have and what we can never have, future actions, feelings and expectations which we continue to meet. In this our world there are also the most beautiful memories, Dust off that time.

expectations are more than any other thing that we live in a dream, that make us look forward and give us the strength to be submitted in any adventure and that we as a reward for our suffering. The eternal wait is almost our most natural condition, in which we find ourselves in all our lives. Each of our projects begins with a dream. This state of grace comes to us with creativity, imagination, passion, hope, and you must not fall into the boredom of life.

Our greatest capacity of human beings is precisely to foresee, to imagine and live prematurely Our future and the dream in a magical way we do, where you match perfectly with the real and the utopian. In his book, "Chance and necessity," French philosopher and biologist Jacques Monod claimed that: "The project gives reason for being and the being makes sense only under a project." In the dream is the future, the projection of our present. This is the live for the future and the future is born from the past is a history in the making, a puzzle that grows continuously.

dream is to fly, get up from the world and through new scenes, flying over our base, explore our depths, to explore the unquestionable and live the wait. The flight is not so far from reality and just when we put the wings, let's see, we shrugged off doubts, fears, tensions and become light, suspended. Being suspended us suffer less, we can soften the blows, to glide smoothly. It 's important not stand out like that too high a flight of Icarus, who if he had heeded his father Daedalus, would not have fallen in flight for daring to approach the sun, so that the rays melted the wax of his wings. Icarus is what could happen if we were a dream of big claims and wanted to emulate those who are bigger than us. We must learn to fly with our wings and take care not to lose them, and keep them away from the sun to keep from falling. The allies of our dreams are the books that help us always showing us new views in which to wander. In reading

merge different universes: our and that of others and we compare our emotions. Reading is an excuse to learn to fly through the cheapest and fantastic to widen our horizons, we can always see a bit 'of the sky in most places in that other reality. To read is to dream and to give voice to our needs, our desires that persist over time and not leave us and are waiting to become reality.

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Interview CD music presentation Laurel & Hardy, 2 heads without brains

Piero Montanari

The December 9, 2010, as we have said many times, there was in Rome at the library Enzo Tortora, the production of two CDs containing all the music (including effects) that I wrote for the Giancarlo successful program of Governments and the films of Laurel & Hardy.

transmission Teletibur, Gam, which deals with comic books, cartoon Japanese (or not) and diverse culture, has aired an interview that reproduce.

Thanks to Marino Marini, the young reporter with the microphone and the good-conductor Marco Santolamazza creator.

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Romano Mussolini: "Il Duce's son who played jazz" 3rd Party

Piero Montanari

One of these families had combined with the sister of Sophia Loren, Maria Scicluna, with whom he had two daughters, Alessandra and Elizabeth. From these three women he loved so much was then separated, but never completely, leaving the home of Montesacro, Piazza Monte Gennaro. He had gone to live in Libya Avenue (applicants are in the life of Roman historical sites of fascism). I have a memory of that house truly tragicomic. Romano once asked me to go to him to try some new pieces of concert footage. I entered the apartment and I was stuck at trying to bring my bass amp is not massive in the living room where there was the piano. But the amp was not included in the room because of the very small step to allow access only to a thin person and pergiunta profile. Surprisingly, the rest was quite normal: the frame of the entry of fine wood and painted white walls perfect. Only all incomprehensibly narrow. When, stunned and dazed with a smile in my face I asked Romano explanations, he was vague and told me to leave to the input and play there while he went to the floor in the lounge. - Can you hear me okay? - Asked me from afar and then - Sounds I try to feel you - do not really agree, given the distance that existed between our tools! I laughed at the absurdity of the situation and eventually, under pressure from my insistence, he revealed the secret. It was just a ploy to not to take away the furniture, in case the bailiff had come to pawn them for sale. "By law - slyly told me - you can not knock down any walls of the house to bring out the furniture for the auction proceedings." That day I learned something else.

( The two films which is discussed in history, produced by the Roman Empire, with a soundtrack written with Roberto Pregadio ).

's financial problems had started because of some films he has produced that had not been as successful as hoped. He had some movie people involved by Roman B movies hoping for an economic return, and why he signed "fantozziani" bundles of bills that had been on time for protest. The film is financed by Romano called: "Diabolik" Kriminal "and" Satanik "based lucky comics in vogue at that time. In fact I never knew because the operation went wrong. Typically, these films "B", however, and almost always had an audience of fans, who went to see them, maybe with the outlets already planned in the second and third visions and church halls, and then produced in the total economy. But even that little was fatal to the Roman Empire, which obviously was not cut out to make money that way, and paid for a long time that investment improvident, even in terms of personal serenity. I remember, in the endless trips by car to reach the places where we played, or at night when we returned home, I often spoke of those waste of money and trouble that had procured the creditors.

( One of several pictures with party clown Romano)

Anyone who has played with him knows the drama of travel far and wide to the Peninsula. Romano had no shame in taking an evening in Milan and the other the next day, Bari: "Italy is covered in one day - he said - and if you do not want to work the squeamish." I remember, among many The 'deal' worse Pordenone - Lecce - Rimini - Udine - Roma and all one day after another, doing concerts, traveling on buses or broken-down cars with flat tires often smooth, like eating and where they could. We slept in turns, and often as in war, as well as driving, I had to keep awake Romano ( great driver ) with various stories and fuck. We went to bed in the morning, crossing the people who went to work at bus stops, Romano often exclaimed: "Oh, poor things, they had to be up early, what a life they do!" "They - I added - and that because we life we \u200b\u200bdo? "

( Mirage, the record of" turning power "of the Roman Empire in 1977, produced by me and played by Romano, Roberto Spizzichino, Tullio de Piscopo, Emilio Soana and Glauco Masetti and myself on bass Fender)

At his funeral we played in the church packed, all of us, his friends and associates. Over the years we have been very many, Romano was a kind of Vespucci Ship - School of Italian jazz.

But that sad day there were also many who have nothing to do with the Roman Empire, the ones with the banners of the Social Republic of Salò, fully dressed with black shirts and out, leaving the coffin, a year screamed "Greetings the Duce "three times.

That day my sadness over the death of a friend, joined the anger that Romano had been insulted for the last time.

He was a musician, a jazz musician. He was my friend, Romano Mussolini.

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Stefania Pastorelli passed away

Piero Montanari

In the night between 17 and 18 February 2011 it was off to Rome, the hospital S . Giovanni Battista, Stefano Pastorelli, one of the people dearest to me. She had been hospitalized for a few weeks after a cardiac arrest SUSTAINED in December, while he was making a routine operation and, after that, she went into a coma for several days. Had recovered but his body was now subtly undermined by diabetes, a disease that had unfortunately discovered too late.

The last time I visited, told me to be extraordinarily serene and accepting any tragic event with knowledge of the existence of a "parallel reality" - so he called her - was in the period in which coma.

Stephanie was not particularly a believer, even though it was reared by a mother who is very religious and told me about this experience from which she returned with extreme secularism, so to speak.

He told me of a huge green lawn and beautiful on which she was walking with other people, to a place of light, a path with great serenity and inner peace.

As I listened to his story, I thought of a "trick of the mind," one of those experiences that happen to those who go beyond and then returns. The thought ran fast to a book, perhaps the first in the series, which I read many years ago, on account of the "back" on the other hand, people are believed dead and then restored to life. The book was called "Life after Death", an American writer. Now I think that if I wanted to make Stephen share in this experience, there will be for me a long moment of reflection.

He was recently retired, having worked many years in public offices. She was also, in two governments Ciampi, the head of the secretariat of the Minister of Post Maurizio Pagani, a task which played with great passion and great ability.

had an extraordinary human communication and its beautiful and smiling face, a mirror of its kind and extremely generous mood, you just made her bitter. I knew her for over 35 years and was one of my best people.

His organizational skills allowed her to work even in the show, putting together great parties in trendy clubs, with the environment that the characters were all friends. It was full of photos with famous artists, actors, singers, writers whose books had, for musicians who organized evenings sensational. He wrote newspaper report nice of society life.

It 'goes without saying that Stefan will be missed, and now I feel much, much more.

A greeting and a hug to his son (and my godson) Maximilian, his brother Paul and sister Gisela, and also the young niece Silvia.

Hello Stefan, do not forget you.

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You pray?

The verb to pray for the Latin, which was far more precise than we had more of a meaning: ask something (fart, is), praying someone (gold, as), to recite prayers (mittere preces), begging (the stake, as). In its religious sense, is understood to turn to our God and interact with him. It 's a to listen where God reveals himself to us, intercedes with his protection, the grace, her embrace. Prayer is primarily a relationship of love, in the words of poet Mario Luzi: please Him that we love, to which we are devoted. What I do not know is "that God seeks us first and do not want to lose that."

St. Paul said: "I was found by those who did not seek me, and I have shown myself to those who did not ask of me. "Prayer has to silence his father and mother to loneliness.

more often we see prayer as a request, a desire, a desire strongly a given situation. Turoldo Maria Father David said that prayer for something it is useless, because God knows everything about us, he already knows what we need. For the writer Albert Camus, the world is designed as a question thrown upwards, is the question that is addressed to God and this is the function of prayer. The Austrian philosopher Ludwig Wittgenstein saw in a prayer reflect on the meaning of life.
Our faith is always changing, with ups and downs, between passion and skepticism , Between wanting to give and not receive a report often fragile and sometimes almost inesistente.La grafted prayer as a path parallel to our lives as a tool we need to communicate with a being above us and, as in any love relationship, it requires perseverance.

pray and give thanks, is an inner necessity, a vital need to keep a flame within us always on, is the breath of the Christian life. It is not just words, but has the look of a simple behavior, a humble gesture, a stance to listen in silence.
It 's also true that when you pray, you feel a shame that we feel in our other activities, because it shows us the most real, most intimate and vulnerable. Therefore, it is more difficult to pray with others, we should first find our personal dimension.

Prayer reflects our psychological stability, motivation we have, our relationship with our neighbor, our vision of life and our vissuto.Eppure should not be so!

For the true Church are prayer and when they recite the Psalms is as if we all pray together, and personal prayer and the rosary is the most intimate of each. Pray with your partner or family is as important as the prayer where we ask to get something, we are willing to sacrifice for our causa.Quest 'latest must have a witness with the priest. Whichever way you do and it happens in any religion, prayer is our strongest bond we have with God

Today there is great need to pray, to tune into our inner selves and our God who continuous circle, while we are distracted and inattentive to his voice. Mother Teresa of Calcutta as a friend she used to give five grains of rice, giving each a meaning: The fruit of silence is prayer. The fruit of prayer is faith. The fruit of faith is love. The fruit of love is service. The fruit of service is peace "

What to ask praying? Camillucci Marcello, in his book titled "In the prayer," writes: "O Lord, 'that nell'orma of your footsteps on the sands of time, which are written the names of all men, there is also mine, because, escaped memory remains in eternity. "

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How Sanremo this tune!

Piero Montanari
Yesterday evening, February 15, there was the first of five nights and my doc Sanremo (OCD) has reached levels by zapping immediate hospitalization in a CIM (mental health center) very close to my house.
looked Rai1 with Morandi's nephew who seems Vecchioni, the valleys (oops, the co-host), and Canalis Belen, current representatives dell'immaginifico erotic nazionalpop, the orchestra, the choreography, the lights, in short, the usual Ambaradan complete. From there, the "far" Rai3 lit another bet with his Ballarò parterre des incazzeé , to make the hair on Berlusconi (the way) with Cicchitto that he rears up immediately with square and draws Crozza Loreto as Berlusca is treated by the courts and that Bindi is the evidence to be President of the Council (Please tell me why do not you? "It would be perfect, rather than crush an opposition to clot).
When I refer to Sanremo, sorry to give up the fight Ballarò, I feel a surge of anger in Oxa Anna Tatangelo rather than the (former trumpet televoting) and consider the whole festival of Sanremo was inappropriate, because the songs so little interesting than the discussions, albeit overused on TV, on this particular and difficult moment in history full of changes taking place. Pop music seemed to me the Sanremo's stone, could not resist more than time, ran his finger up Rai3 compulsively.
I did however have time to see Luke and Paul, the hyenas, who sang on the song "In Love", a song some years ago by Morandi and Barbara Cola, a parody entitled "I sputtanerò", dedicated to the controversy between Fini and Berlusconi, not without some comic inspiration. As usual, the most popular TV program that generates its "antibodies", waiting for the greatest of all, Benigni, who yesterday gave his consent to participate in the next episode on Thursday. It will feel, even though he promised to speak only the unification of Italy. Imagine!
I had time to see the miracle longevity of 67enne Morandi, although no longer holds as much close-ups as before. I would suggest to take stem cells and study how to study the lemurs of Madagascar. I wonder if there is its umbilical cord? It should be worth a fortune.
I had time to see Battiato with an air of haughtiness sing a small part of his final protected Madonia and make us think that he was there by chance. Thanks.
I had time to see Flack (the grandfather of Morandi), sing a song in his style, who likes beautiful. "No Country for Flack" - I thought -.
I had time to see that prime time has achieved a 45% share with 12 million viewers, surpassing that of Clerici last year. Sanremo "pulls" more, obviously.
I had time to realize that I do not understand much then, for thinking about the possible flop of the next Sanremo ...

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Romano Mussolini: "Il Duce's son who played the Jazz," the second part.


( Romano with the accordion in Ischia with Calise center)

Piero Montanari
(part )

He was shy, I said, but joyful and jolly fellow, prone to "cazzeggiano", always ready with a joke, a joke to tell and with the want to laugh. Was terrified of everything that could be serious. It seemed he never wanted to deepen the arguments or engage too much, as if light always sail over all the awkward situations with his neurosis that compelled him to reduce everything, even when presented with problems to solve.

Because of this timidity was a bit 'awkward and often clumsy, but in front of the piano was transformed into a powerful musician and driver. He played jazz piano and he played beautifully without ever having studied in the conventional sense. His musical paths were others learned how to play, as they say, listening to jazz records that his brother Victor, a great fan of the genre, had given him. It was precisely those 'Victory disc', the disc V as they were called at the time, one of the good things come with the Americans, along with the chocolate and chewing gum. The Americans, the "freerer" liberators that drove Hitler and fascist Italy and Europe. IV discs were soaked in the music that our country had just heard, because of autarchy and fascist xenophobia. That music really liked a new Roman Empire and conquered it, much to care if fascism had formal notice and, somehow, stupidly tried to Italianize ("St. Louis Blues" and "Honeysuckle Rose" had become for the twenty years of "The sorrows of St. Louis" and "Pepe's on the roses").

Thus Romano, confined to the end of the war in Ischia with the rest of his family (Donna Rachel, Anna, Victor and Edda) began to seriously passionate about the piano in his home and who also played twelve hours a day . Later, as we said in the first part, entered the complessino Ugo Calise, the songwriter Ischia, also a big fan of jazz.

(Romano in the arms of his father)

Actually Mussolini from the music had always been a place of honor, if only for disks that use the leader was 'playing' when he came home the evening after his office. - They were jazz records - says Roman, - my father loved - and never add that to the rest of Italy was not allowed to listen to them. And then the captain played the violin. The story of this violin belonged to Mussolini has become state law: it seems to circulate in the world at least a dozen, two or three of dubious origin and perhaps all other authenticated by the Roman ... A little tricksy? It may be, is unknown, and it is with sincere affection that reveals some little trick that allowed Roman not to live in the bill, as it was he used to live.

Throughout his life he had to deal with economic problems and solve them in its own way as he could. One day the father of the violin, the other clocks signed by him, and another at the pictures. Sure, there was music and there were concerts, but not always enough money, especially to him complaining of having family dependents.

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An immigrant returns to Catania from London where he works and finds his wife pregnant, he asks: "Embee '?".
The wife: "My Renatino, your photo and I looked eccitai."
Husband: "Bottani you ... my picture was just a talking head!"


A man to his friend: "My wife is a bit 'of time doing the African diet."
The friend: "And what is it?".
Man: "You eat coconuts and dates."
The friend: "It 's lost weight?".
Man: "No, but see it as you climb the trees!"


The senior officer to recruit: "What do two for eight?".
Rookie promptly replied: "Sixteen, sir!"
The senior officer: "Good, then I'll give you sixteen days license!"
The Rookie, "Wow! If I knew I would have said much more!"


The wife tells her husband: "You know dear, I really want to spend a nice evening! What do you say?".
The husband: "All right, dear. But when you fall do not wait too much noise!"


Adam, after a hard day in the Garden of Eden back home and sees Eva rubbing a stone on a fig leaf. So now Adam asks: "Eve ... but what are you doing?".
Eve: "But how ... I'm ironing your pants!"


Mrs. Rossi during his first cruise close master and asks, "Excuse me captain, this is my first cruise. I was wondering whether the vessels of this size often lie." Captain: "No, no more than once."


's husband after yet another week in the white faces wife and says: "Admit it, the only reason you're with me is that my grandfather left me 20 million euro."
The wife: "You are ridiculous! What the hell I care who you let us?".


Two brothers playing in the snow with the sled.
Mom: "You have to use it to turn."
The older brother: "Sure I Met Your Mother I use it to get off, he uses it to go ...". A gentleman


enter into a newspaper stand and asks all'edicolante: "Excuse me, has the time?". The newsagent
"Yes".
The Lord: "He's Grace?". The newsagent
"Sure."
The Lord: "He's Hands Fairy?". The newsagent
"Yes, of course, that too!".
The Lord: "And then I saw a face."



A child tells a friend at school: "You know my dad has two peas?".
mate: "What the hell are you saying?"
The first: "Yes, yes, I swear! It has a little to pee, and a big one he uses to clean the teeth of the mother."


A desperate man runs from near the apartment: "Quick, help me! Mia mother-in-law wants to throw out the window near the
!!!". "We do what we can do?".
Man: "I need a screwdriver handle because it is blocked!" Mother sends


Dad novice to bathe the baby. After a while 'time does not hear the noises and goes to see. Find the husband holding the baby by the ears into the water.
Mom: "What are you doing? So I drown. "
The husband:" Yes, but if I keep it so I do not burning your hands. "


Inside a sauna two children come to a man intrigued by his big belly and ask," What ' you there? ".
The man laughed:" A bomb. "
One of the other two children whispers:" Come on let's break out? ".
The other:" No, it's dangerous, do not you see that short fuse? ".


Beautiful lady perfume goes "I want a very particular smell ... Has to lose his temper with my husband. "
The clerk:" Look lady, this product certainly makes the case his own. "
The lady:" Tell me, is very sexy? ".
The clerk:" No, no .. . is very, very expensive! "

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Romano Mussolini: "Il Duce's son playing the Jazz."

Piero Montanari

On February 3, died five years ago Pertini Hospital of Rome is not yet eighty years old, for a sudden disease, Romano Mussolini. His story is truly amazing that I remember, having been a friend and having played with him for many years.

Part.

Fourth, the five children of Benito Mussolini and Rachele Guidi began playing the piano while he was confined with his mother and sister in Ischia, after the fall of fascism and under the guidance of more experienced Ugo Calise, the author of Nun is a sin and 'Na entry, 'Na guitar,' or just ' and moon. Jazz is the new music imported by the Americans with Victory Disc, but also loved by his brother Vittorio that makes you know, it is struck and Romano, in spite of a few years before his father had even forbidden.
began a career that led him to play all over the world and the most important jazz musicians, many of them intrigued by his personality and, above all, by his surname tragic.
Rome, the '50s and '60s, the characters of the Dolce Vita, the premises of Via Veneto, the Cinema, the Hollywood on the Tiber, the scandals, the rise of gossip, the paparazzi and the jazz as a common denominator, as the soundtrack, as the "glue" in the history of Mussolini's son who played the Jazz.
The life of the Roman has always been characterized by two very strong elements of his personality, both equivalent and at odds with each other: the heaviness of the surname that he brought with him, with his career and the tragic aftermath left to the appreciation of history and that of people he met, and his cheerful and jovial character, tending to the playfulness and the student spirit, seemingly superficial, not by nature but for the sake of survival.

( A Ischia, with her sister Anna )

of his surname had a great shame but at the same time, a great pride and never accepted opinions on the work of his family were not softened by classic clichés of the genre - Your father has only made the mistake of entering War - or - If you have not allied with Hitler would have been different - and so on like that. However much he liked the aesthetic judgments on fascism and on the good things that his father had done, such as those related to architecture, the last example of conceptual style, in an Italy that was to end in the havoc of cement. He loved history, reading, studying, review it at his pleasure, maybe just to quiet some sense of guilt that he brought with him certainly, the main cause of his shyness and his neuroses. I always wondered
of consent, which it received not only as a pianist but also as a son of the leader, and I was surprised that no one before him parasse ominously, perhaps saying - Hey, you're the son of a mad dictator who has destroyed the ' Italy and I hate you! - Generally, they approached people who recognized him or knew who he was and embraced him, covering him with praise for his father, his family and fascism. Some cried and kissed him, others were asking him for an autograph on the card the MSI, the reborn fascist party of Giorgio Almirante, but never anyone who has insulted, in my memory. Often people ask for me that I was close and a dreamy voice said to me - It 's all his father! - And I'm pissed off, thinking that he was from his father and another in Italy there were still millions of truly nostalgic fascists with a short memory. At that time, we speak of the '70s, I was quite intransigent and sent around in Roman politics is not just gulp down some delicious.