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Article: Man of my time


Quasimodo said, "You man of my time without Christ and without hesitation." I would describe the phrase rich content that reflect the human society today. I have considered this topic lately because I'm rediscovering a company, I dare say, and gradually deflected shot. Many would say that we have lost the "values", I think we have lost the "morality", perhaps it is hidden in the depths of a past now distant or vague remember, who has vague but not applying it! It's a bit late to complain, but "complain satisfies me," said my great teacher Aldo Carotenuto. But in reality what is morality? I was born from an emotional environment that is structured or is dominated by a false self fluctuating between good and evil? I would say both, because I can see the bases in the relationship with his mother and later in the triad (mother, father, child); when you lose everything, consequently destabilizes the self, and inevitably fluctuates between good and evil and chooses the latter, on which sagomerà his personality. But the psychology is a science that draws a guess where there are good and bad, is just a tool to help you understand yourself, understand others and ourselves comes from, that is how we perceive them according to our mental balance. The man of our time, therefore, does not differ from that Quasimodo said, that "without Christ and without hesitation." A man who will stop at nothing and who lives in the moment. We all agree that society is changing gradually, and gradually the values \u200b\u200band morals are disappearing. We often see on television news of events in which mothers kill their children, such as the case Franzoni "although, in my view, what happens in these cases is not due the ever-changing society, but rather, a serious psipatologia. Many think that the cases of record, in general, occur because society is "sick", as no statement. The company is made up of all human beings, even those who are suffering from severe psychopathology, and develop all the emotional and relational problems caused by the environment exacerbated by external factors that affect positively or negatively. But the values \u200b\u200band morals have not changed over time because before we went from milkman and now you go into shopping malls for a liter of milk, some no doubt partly influenced everything, but what I noticed was a breakdown in relations as the social and individual relationships within the family. It is a talk back that looks at the key figure of the child in a purely psychological, that child will not listen, who does not live in a loving family, perhaps a victim of consumerism. A child who cries because he wants affection, but the panicked parent offers him something material, a love of plastic, instead of a tactile and visual contact, so the child will develop the capacity to be alone, but with great anguish devastating bring with it until the last day of his earthly life. A child unloved certainly be able to love, but with difficulty. So if the parent figures do not relate empathetic with their children, they will be at the mercy of society, and will be their only family that will give birth to a child and later a man "without Christ and without hesitation."

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Thoughts and Poems, "Imperfect Justice"


When we speak of justice, is inevitably a gap opens also in the human psychology, since it is my belief that the law necessarily arises as a feeling, even before the legal system as a whole and rational. In any relationship there is raised with the outside world, we can not find a primary desire for understanding, protection and fulfillment in our work. Man is born only, all-powerful illusion that what surrounds it is an appendage of his will and his needs, and, at least at this stage, there is no law or moral that fits, but only the need to survive. In a swing of satisfactions and frustrations, the child - whose ingenuity can also be seen as 'evil' primary - not realize that has to deal with an independent reality. Here comes the awareness that, as knowledge of the limit of what is not allowed. Suddenly, but only for a short period, the external and internal world takes on the character of destructiveness, and the randomness of the threat ... but the one-sidedness can be fatal if a balance is not restored, an antithesis. Thus was born in response to a non-sense, the archetypes of good and evil. The 'good' is our will to live, which opposes the 'evil' as a negation, imposed from the outside, of our desire. We are still in prospect 'monocular', where everything is compared to the satisfaction of individual needs or not, and life itself is a constant struggle. Then, to heal this tension and this constant conflict with reality, we are inclined to admit that it is necessary to adapt and adjust. Exterior and interior are beginning to talk, calling the arrangements that will ensure a 'peaceful' co-existence: birth, therefore, the "right" to live and let live. Having said all this seems very simple and straightforward, but why things do not work? Because the law is not respected? Why the right, but dovendoci protect you against us? Hobbes said "homo homini lupus" and with this, close any discussion about human nature. But really that simple? Probably not, because - as in all the settlements - there is always someone along the way, change the cards on the table, and maybe not necessarily because it's dishonest, but because her condition has changed, its needs, its needs . Nothing in the world of nature can be said to be 'given' and unchanging. The way we look at the universe, changing, mainly because they change the affections and dispositions, the questions and answers: what was right at the time of the ancient Romans, may not be true today, and vice versa. Unfortunately, the increasing complexity of our social, cognitive, cultural and legal persons has led to a shift away from demand response. It happens then that the system changes more slowly, or inappropriately, compared to the individual conscience, as well as the individual changes more abruptly in pitch. As you rightly point out the author, the system has become impersonal - and I would add rational - to the point of not respecting more the individual As a man, with emotions. Do not forget that before the 'right thinking' is always the 'right way of thinking'. When the gap between personal and impersonal, between common sense and law, will inevitably become too great a chasm opens, in which the rule "the cries justice." Transgression, then, can become the most immediate way to defend his case, against a system that does not want to listen to reason. But behind it there is always a question unanswered, it will be difficult to silence by the mere repression. It is said that the voice of conscience is weak, but persistent, and when left too long unheard, can become a cry. You can not ask a man to give up, always and in any case, to a good high and unattainable, because in the face of that waiver, whose collective effects are lost in anything, there is the spiritual death of a man. If Galileo Galilei and Giordano Bruno had given up on life, to think for themselves, to follow their own feelings, the damage would have been much greater bulk of the temporary destabilization of the law! "And yet it moves." Inside, something continues to move and haunt us, even if it would have us believe otherwise. One of the great limitations of justice is precisely to disregard the voice of conscience, just as transgressive consciousness no longer complying with the law: the negotiations broke down, we returned to the logic of the struggle for survival of the fittest. The absurd claim of wanting to pursue a 'real' and 'right', as if they were eternal forms and a priori, rather than human strains subject to change, can only lead to dogma and totalitarianism ... In short, injustice and resentment. The author points out, with an excellent historical overview, as the rhetorical weapon of the man of law, has been transformed - through the centuries - from the discipline of righteousness in manipulative skills, be an instrument to reveal the truth - or so the Socrates wanted - a tool to hide the truth. The word, therefore, it is subjected to the cold rationality of the computer instead that the pathos of the soul. With what has become a dead letter, even before being pronounced: the strangeness of man to the law is becoming more pronounced, because what we hear in a courtroom is more like a calculation done well, which a breath of justice. Perhaps the propensity that some people have for the death penalty is just the extremes of this need to go to a justice on a human, who speaks the language of man, although in this case is the language of its brutality . The purpose with which Cataldi concludes his book, which is to recover consciousness as a source of law, it seems perfectly matched. You can not put order to have discomfort in any other way than by listening and interpreting his motives or even before, his emotions.

Aldo Carotenuto

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Thoughts and Poems: The language of feelings


course feelings have their own language: a language a bit 'special. Many times, for example, the feeling does not use the language, but the mode of expression that may occur, for example, through the eyes. There is a whole literature about the language of feelings: what language we refer? Typically, when it comes to feelings, we are referring to emotional language, which occurs between two people who love each other.
loving yourself is a mysterious fact. At some point we become necessary for another person and another person becomes necessary for us then are the very ones that we want arms, arms that are not interchangeable with others. This is because it takes place a process by which we give meaning. In other words we are interested in what that person is significant, ie a process of charging, charging a number of dimensions which are all ours, we decided to keep this person, that then becomes like one of our body. This is so true that when, as inevitably happens often, there is a rift between me and the person I love, I want, I have the impression that I'll be torn something. They say the songs melodic, songs that speak of feeling "that thou hast taken away my heart, you who have ripped the soul." All these dimensions, which seem rather trivial, unimportant, in fact allude to psychological experiences are very important. The emotional life is tied to a language, which is significant. So the color of eyes, that expression of the face, the color of the skin, that way of moving the hair, become for me a language that must be read and interpreted.
Certainly psychoanalysis tells us that after all this world that I live in the moment and that seems to have no references, it actually has a very old reference. Not surprisingly, it may be true that in the end, if the first experiences of feeling have been made within the family, it is clear that these experiences have an impact later in life everyday, as an adult. So it seems that a person is looking eyes, a look, look at the bottom of the gaze of the mother. But this is after all not very significant: as I have learned a language through which I express myself, so I also learned a new language, which is what feelings, the caress.
During the analysis it is interesting to see that some people, what we commonly refer to as "unlucky in love," do not know the grammar of the language of love. So happens that can not interpret the words, signs, and always wrong. Of course, this lack of ability to interpret it very deep psychological reasons: It is on these psychological reasons that leverages the work of the analyst.

Aldo Carotenuto

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Thoughts and Poems: Tribute to Aldo Carotenuto


Aldo Carotenuto, a leading exponent of the school and teacher of Jungian Personality Psychology at the University La Sapienza of Rome, died on 14/02/2005 in Rome.
His last article published by "Il Mattino".

Love can not belong to the earthly dimension and material.
It touches our lives like a gentle breeze, which lets in intangible and indescribable feeling, but still overwhelming. This
should remain and, as such, should be experienced: as an inner strength that transformed the face of the beloved, which distorts the meaning of our actions, positive energy that pervades our days. If you really want to find a point of contact between reality and illusion, the movement should be from the second towards the first.
Conversely, the illusion that it could not be mortified by the coercive dimension of reality. This is not to say that we must let go-ahead to that "shared madness" that is love, but simply that his vital energy is used to pursue more vigorously and consistently the life of every day, then leaving a unspoilt area of \u200b\u200bmadness to your imagination, a small gap through which to pass from one dimension to another.
Plato is even talk of 'divine madness', an expression of comprehensive, adequate and sufficient to describe the sort of "rapture" of which the lovers are victims and artisans. Faced
beloved, the lover feels a sense of fullness and incredible at the same time, it has the hint of having lived up to that point in a state of deprivation: its presence is a source of wealth that seems to have endless possibilities.
Experience seems to tell us is the proximity to cause trouble: the man or woman to which our attention heads, catch us irreparably, hugging hot emotional and overwhelming. In truth, the love lives and feeds off of what happens in us, our inner self. Being on which we have stopped our eyes and conveyed our desire for us to assume a unique meaning: it is indispensable because only he can evoke in us deep inside dimensions and peculiar. In truth, the dynamic of love, is captured, kidnapped, an object that appears to be endowed with the extraordinary quality to match exactly the interiority of his own desire.
why the state of being in love always puts us before something incomprehensible: the Other is atopos, that is, "unclassifiable," because his distinction also means his knowledge. For the duration of falling, try to ask ourselves what is full of secrets and charm, is in reality an attempt to translate the mystery and subversive that attraction into an experience known and understood.
In fact, since the love - falling in love and above all - has the traits of true vision, you should understand the limits beyond potential. As beautiful and ecstatic vision may be, in itself does not lead to nothing but the stillness of contemplation.
A vision can not be restrained in any way, but can be a different attitude to life. Then start that perilous path that leads from the image to its embodiment, a path that keeps us in suspense until the last. Able to arouse in us emotions uncontrollable, sometimes negative, destructive, when things do not go as we would like, when there is an obstacle to the realization of our dreams.
On the other hand we can not talk about love without being aware of the dangers it hides.
The moment in which sworn eternal love, we also understand that this is a 'false oath "of which we can not guarantee in any way the outcome. Everything is set to change, especially people, so every promise has a good chance of being hijacked
.
But this should be enough to make us abandon the seduction of an illusion? Perhaps the prospect of failure can hold us back from the call of love? I think not. While trying to understand, to comprehend, we would never abandon the illusion that everything, glare, allows and supports our falling in love, always leaving behind a nostalgic reminder: the harbinger of a new vision. Aldo Carotenuto

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Thoughts and Poems " I'm still here "


I'm still here, precious friend of the past, now too far, far too unreachable ...
You go around the world with your dress of white linen ... as the driven snow ... while I, look, through her tears a clear sign of your approval.
I'm still here and remains indelible in my memory the remembrance of your last smile for me ...
you who walked me down a path full of thorns ... and when I fancy ease my pain.
I know now that you've set on high mountains covered with snow and watch the world with your eyes clear and beautiful as an endless sea ...
I am still here and in the meantime, the first falling leaves of autumn ... and when the roads are covered with that yellow carpet and wind can play with it ... hear in the silence The rumble ... and think that you're healthy ...




Cristian Chiappetta

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Thoughts and Poems: The Voice of Silence"


For a long time I was sitting there listening to the voice of silence ... With eyes fixed on an object as if it were an integral part of that world I was living ... I was listening to while the world distracted by the noise set aside any thoughts ... Silence teaches us many things ... it's compare yourself with where the world becomes a stranger uncomfortable, but sometimes useful ... The sounds of silence are the butterflies move their wings with elegance and show you the right path of freedom and let you know that you are alive ... Silence is a lake that does not reflect the same image ... but better. This means that if we listen to that part of us that we can improve is silent ...
Aldo Carotenuto said: "There are clear answers as to a man who knows how to use an external rather than inner language."

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Thoughts and Poems: "The Journey" by Baudelaire


"We start the morning with a brain on fire, with a heart full of bitterness and
want to love, and we go, rocking to the rhythm of the waves
our infinite on the finite of the seas. Some are happy to escape a homeland
infamous, others the horror of their birth, others -
astrologers lost in the eyes of a woman - the tyrannical Circe from dangerous scents ... 7 But the real
travelers are only those that start to leave; hearts
light, similar to the balloons, they never separated from their fate, and
without knowing why, they always say "Come on! Their desires have
shapes of clouds. "

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the freedom we generate


Being free does not mean to fly like a dove ...
We can feel free in a room and live by ourselves ...
We can fly despite not having wings ...
is useless, because freedom is denied us by our thoughts that block us as an anchor meters and meters away from us ...
A prisoner can feel free in a prison ...
Freedom does not depend on places, by those who love or hate but it is a much more complex speech where the will to live to emerge and is combined with what we have at the moment, whether in office or in our ability to star just ...
You can walk in a big city and feel free or in a small and be haunted ...
Even people who deny freedom to others more often than not have a foundation ... Because in reality it is the executioner who becomes a victim of himself ... Perhaps because he is a masochist and is anchored in a sea too deep to come up ...
Aldo Carotenuto, psychotherapist, recently deceased, stated that: "Freedom as life is a gift that belongs to all people from birth and is the essence of the personality of each individual and will differ depending on the type of personality of the subject "...

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In the alleys, thousands of enrolled

Cuba.Turismo "sexual" ...? Do not imitate, certo.A Cuba there are families who offer hospitality to tourists looking for real flavors and atmospheres. Someone obviously associated with this offer to other ... you know ... my mother is fine and even his daughter. But if we save one aspect of this hospitality ...? In Naples and sleepers, there are families willing to host tourists in search of meat sauce and baba? Make their home, their families, their habits, a small company ...? There are tourists who leave host in foreign countries where you can dine with the pistol on the table. The danger becomes attraction. And because of this, the danger becomes only show farce. Another example? Copenhagen ... the neighborhood of Christiana. A village 70, where "flower children" and new "rappers" are exchanged cigarettes and looks, where it says "Spaccino, where it is forbidden to photograph or film, where the houses, bars, outside the 'old barracks" but inside ... design! Transforming a defect in quality. Limestone boundaries to embellish the stroke. Disarm the mine without touching in the shell and the idea of \u200b\u200brisk. The Neapolitan

makes "Folklore" every problem bears, despite everything. To distance themselves from such an attitude is easy for those who do not live a reality like ours. Better would be to look for potential urban fabric, a natural morphology, of a people no doubt educated and visceral necessarily. We involve community centers, the local "underground", the outlying villages, ..., and give them a project that seeks to reposition giving them an elegant look more reassuring. We give them their project, a project that identifies them, who stressed his roots, giving them a path from which it will hear. In city \u200b\u200bthere are tribes that do not recognize. There are areas that have no identity. The war is not eliminated by destroying the weapons. Thousands of soldiers who would then? But if we gave the soldiers to a worthy social continuity, such as converting the use of barracks, weapons, equipment ... In the alleys, thousands of enlisted ...

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... ... 2 small souls fade into a well ... WHITE EARTH

No one hears them.
A man, the son of God, his representative on earth ... do not go there ... to bless what's left of our shame, and now his.
We talk about politics in God's house is still throw stones at those who judge the sinner.
opens the tomb of a saint, hoping to expose mummified.
A statue was not enough ... but if not well-preserved ... then even a statue is fine ...
Then the man of God pray on the statues of two siblings. Will do. But
alone. In his room. Out of sight. Far from those who need it to pray.
... 2 small souls fade into a well ...

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2100 The Treasure of Naples

E 'time. Do you feel the air ... bronchi .. in the DNA!
some time now, send signals, spot fires were lit for us, we scream out of the helmet, the streets, riding powerful motorbikes. Give us our city!
And we also want all of its energy, one that receives and that it produces. We want the resources, those of the future ... because, we, we are far ahead! How much energy on the streets, how many resources burned. The "rubbish" is ours and do not touch! Neapolitans
around the world, unite! ... , please send your rubbish. It'll treasure for us and for our children.