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Thursday, April 26, 2007
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
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The Roar of the Purple Cow - Seth Godin
Summary
Summary
The world has changed, but businesses are not appropriate and we can no longer rely on solutions, products and services of the past. Today you have to be extraordinary, extraordinarily innovative, motivated and genuine. But how? To illustrate this idea, Seth Godin has assembled a group of original and creative minds: a best-selling authors and personalities business as Malcolm Gladwell, Tom Peters, Mark Cuban, Guy Kawasaki and Tom Kelley, who reveal their secrets to be powerful in a lasting and sustainable.
Comment
of curiosity I read it, understand the marketing strategies of who is considered a guru of communication is certainly interesting, besides useful to understand the dynamics that are behind all stories brands that we see everywhere in our daily life.
This book, published in Italy by Sperlign & Kupfer Editori, however, is not only a guide for marketers, but a real Pocket motivator that pushes everyone to be more daring, to believe in its possibility and try to be special to stand out, even in life.
no coincidence that the subtitle is "It takes courage to stand out."
Friday, April 13, 2007
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A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius
History
It 's a cold winter one in which a middle class family of Chicago was swept away in a few months, with a dual, unacceptable loss. So Dave, twenty-two, to find himself one day to another to father and mother to the little Toph, just eight years. The world awaits the two of them and have no intention of doing so wait: Dave sells the family home, gets in his car and goes along with the little brother to the California sun, turning a devastating event in the beginning of a new life full of freedom ... Thus begins the story, imbued with tenderness, innocence, self-awareness and disarming megalomania, the story of a twenty year old now struggling with baby-sitting, pre-cooked dinners, MTV, and the digital revolution. "A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius" is an unexpected and compelling book, but it is also exploring the new frontieredella soprattuttoun'affascinante and contemporary literature.
Comment
Dave Eggers reminiscent Enrico Brizzi and Nicholas Ammanniti fused together, but still has a style all its own, very special. I really liked this book, a work is funny, engaging and real. There is a subtle irony with which he faces the challenges of life that makes the hero an anti-hero, so easy to sympathize from the first page.
A reading that I recommend to everyone.
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THREE METERS ABOVE THE SKY I WANT YOU
The history
Girls Dress Onyx, or whatever the latest brand in terms of body, speak of Avant, of Marsan and fashions of the last minute. The two guys running with their scooters, or with "Vitarino" or better with the BMW long, perhaps frigate to his dad. The girls are preparing to meet the boy of their lives. The guys challenge each other in tests of physical endurance, speed, risk. Until the last breath. Against the backdrop of a hectic life of the clan, band (the legendary group of Budokan: Schell, Chicken, Lucone), Step and Babi meet. Babi is an excellent student, Step (Tony) is a violent, thug, one who spends his afternoons in the plaza in front of the bar with friends or at the gym and in the evening on the bike or in the gambling den where you play billiards. Belong to two different worlds, but fall in love. It is not an easy relationship because neither gives way easily. Yet they are transformed. Babi seems beyond recognition in the eyes of parents. Step reveals little aspects that coincide with its image - painstakingly built - from superduro. In fact, muscle fitness and violence hiding an injury, an unresolved that casts a dark shadow on family life on the Step and tormented love story with Baby. "Three Steps Over Heaven" is a novel of daily lives. There is the boredom, fatigue, the banality of existence underground. There's the adrenaline, the drama of physical confrontation, the test of masculine strength. There is a universe that one part looks at the teenage romantic comedies and the other a portrait of youth in disarray as well as tell a Paolo Crepet.
Comment
First of two books on the history of Moccia two teenagers, young and complex Step and Babi, brilliant girl and mature, maybe sometimes too much for her age.
beginning is a bit slow, but once entered into the heart of the novel, the story takes hold and grows in an engaging, if often seems a bit too forced and the character of the protagonists do not exactly reflect the reality that surrounds us .
the backdrop of a modern-day Rome, a love story between two guys, totally different to how they react to the difficulties they encounter.
A tale of our times, which brings us back to the glories of an adolescence in which the fantastic dream of love was coveted by many. A write
light, unpretentious, but overall I liked it just for that feeling of illusion that has caused me and for moments of leisure he gave me.
Not a Best Seller, the classic "Book from under the umbrella on the beach."
Link: Three Steps Over Heaven 
The history
Girls Dress Onyx, or whatever the latest brand in terms of body, speak of Avant, of Marsan and fashions of the last minute. The two guys running with their scooters, or with "Vitarino" or better with the BMW long, perhaps frigate to his dad. The girls are preparing to meet the boy of their lives. The guys challenge each other in tests of physical endurance, speed, risk. Until the last breath. Against the backdrop of a hectic life of the clan, band (the legendary group of Budokan: Schell, Chicken, Lucone), Step and Babi meet. Babi is an excellent student, Step (Tony) is a violent, thug, one who spends his afternoons in the plaza in front of the bar with friends or at the gym and in the evening on the bike or in the gambling den where you play billiards. Belong to two different worlds, but fall in love. It is not an easy relationship because neither gives way easily. Yet they are transformed. Babi seems beyond recognition in the eyes of parents. Step reveals little aspects that coincide with its image - painstakingly built - from superduro. In fact, muscle fitness and violence hiding an injury, an unresolved that casts a dark shadow on family life on the Step and tormented love story with Baby. "Three Steps Over Heaven" is a novel of daily lives. There is the boredom, fatigue, the banality of existence underground. There's the adrenaline, the drama of physical confrontation, the test of masculine strength. There is a universe that one part looks at the teenage romantic comedies and the other a portrait of youth in disarray as well as tell a Paolo Crepet.
Comment
First of two books on the history of Moccia two teenagers, young and complex Step and Babi, brilliant girl and mature, maybe sometimes too much for her age.
beginning is a bit slow, but once entered into the heart of the novel, the story takes hold and grows in an engaging, if often seems a bit too forced and the character of the protagonists do not exactly reflect the reality that surrounds us .
the backdrop of a modern-day Rome, a love story between two guys, totally different to how they react to the difficulties they encounter.
A tale of our times, which brings us back to the glories of an adolescence in which the fantastic dream of love was coveted by many. A write
light, unpretentious, but overall I liked it just for that feeling of illusion that has caused me and for moments of leisure he gave me.
Not a Best Seller, the classic "Book from under the umbrella on the beach."
Link: Three Steps Over Heaven
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The history
We had left with a question: will I ever go back there, where only lovers live, three meters above the sky? And the answers are coming. Here comes the highly anticipated sequel to "Three Steps Over Heaven". Why no story never really ends. And sometimes it turns into what you never could have imagined. Step started and is coming back. You are about to discover that nothing is ever the same as you left it. Or rather, how it was remembered. So everything changes and reveals his true face. Step on his motorcycle through the streets of Rome, found the band of the Budokan, grown and perhaps different. Schell, Lucone and others, rebellious but always a bit 'more aware of the signs in the pain leaves, even before the skin. Babi also find the answers. Step learns that not always, in love, we know what we really want. Even when there seems to be safe. We will discover that respectability is only the futile attempt to make perfect what is not, that can not be in any way. I understand the family on her skin Gervasi. We also found that the relationship between a child and stopped his mother may hold unexpected twists. And if it explodes and does not go as it should, there is always room for a smile and start again. Federico Moccia back with his direct style and intense show like this is always intertwined with the past, before becoming future. A future is not discounted. Why not love it ever.
Comment
The second (but I do not think last) in the saga of Step, complex and violent character of "Three Steps Over Heaven".
In this second episode the author seems to have made the most of the comments on the first book and gives us a slightly more mature, without too many citations of brands and products (honestly too much power in the first) and a new character, Gin, nice girl and true protagonist of the story.
not matter that she is "too much" to be true, because the character that comes out is funny and irreverent, and has been for me the best part of the novel.
Compared to the first book come to light more nuances of the characters and the plot is smoother from the start.
Finally a bit obvious but a good product overall.
link: I want you
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thing called LOVE
History
Niki and her friends are in their last year of school. Despite the maturity they have combined all the colors of each day. Parades, parties, raves and all possible events outside Rome. Alex is a "boy" of almost thirty-seven. He just left for no real reason and with his longtime girlfriend. A world revolves around him enjoyable and complicated: his parents, his sisters married and have children and then his three friends Henry, Flavio and Peter, they also all already married, but each with its own characteristics. Henry is jealous, Flavio methodical, but Peter is obsessed with women all over the world. Alex is an advertising and has great responsibility in his company. But it just got a young rampant that threatens his job. And all this would be nothing if not met that morning Alex Niki. Or rather, if the two do not clash. Niki is a beautiful girl, it's fun, is intelligent, witty, and cheerful. There is only one small detail. He was seventeen. Twenty years younger than Alex. And after the meeting that morning, nothing will ever be. The adult world collides with that of adolescents. And here's mothers and daughters in an ongoing discussion, dad and kids are still young boys who are already too old. Still dreaming girls, girls disappointed, romantic girls and boys too crazy. And instead of adults who have put aside all their dreams and live, or survive better, not daring to stop and think. This novel is the desire to regain their freedom, the desire to have true feelings of love free from conventions and without much reason. It is the everyday life but is also the dream. It's enough to want to say that tomorrow that we tell ourselves every day, in which we are always confident that we will do something special. But meanwhile the days go by, and that tomorrow never came. There is no trace of him. So here is our escape, the most beautiful, craziest, most insane. A romantic getaway. And then that lighthouse. In short, a dive where the water is bluer. Nothing more.
Comment 
History
Niki and her friends are in their last year of school. Despite the maturity they have combined all the colors of each day. Parades, parties, raves and all possible events outside Rome. Alex is a "boy" of almost thirty-seven. He just left for no real reason and with his longtime girlfriend. A world revolves around him enjoyable and complicated: his parents, his sisters married and have children and then his three friends Henry, Flavio and Peter, they also all already married, but each with its own characteristics. Henry is jealous, Flavio methodical, but Peter is obsessed with women all over the world. Alex is an advertising and has great responsibility in his company. But it just got a young rampant that threatens his job. And all this would be nothing if not met that morning Alex Niki. Or rather, if the two do not clash. Niki is a beautiful girl, it's fun, is intelligent, witty, and cheerful. There is only one small detail. He was seventeen. Twenty years younger than Alex. And after the meeting that morning, nothing will ever be. The adult world collides with that of adolescents. And here's mothers and daughters in an ongoing discussion, dad and kids are still young boys who are already too old. Still dreaming girls, girls disappointed, romantic girls and boys too crazy. And instead of adults who have put aside all their dreams and live, or survive better, not daring to stop and think. This novel is the desire to regain their freedom, the desire to have true feelings of love free from conventions and without much reason. It is the everyday life but is also the dream. It's enough to want to say that tomorrow that we tell ourselves every day, in which we are always confident that we will do something special. But meanwhile the days go by, and that tomorrow never came. There is no trace of him. So here is our escape, the most beautiful, craziest, most insane. A romantic getaway. And then that lighthouse. In short, a dive where the water is bluer. Nothing more.
Comment
Another love story told by Federico Moccia, this time a thirty-seven players advertising, Alex and a teenage girl of seventeen, Niki. Honestly
of the three is what I liked least, perhaps a little too obvious.
The author attempts to contextualize this history, entering the world of the more than thirty (almost forty now), dealing with the discomfort of those who finds himself no longer a teenager but still with many questions about the future.
along the lines of the movie the last kiss, this novel follows the story of a little too much I want you, especially in the final.
a good idea to try to take a target readership slightly wider than the first two but not entirely successful.
Sometimes the story seems a little too forced, even if sliding.
Like other novels by the author also I think this is a good read "from under the umbrella on the beach."
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Luca Moretti - a talent emerging
It's right there on the left, either for or against, I copy here
a story written by someone who I think is one of the best talents of the moment, Luca Moretti written on TerraNullius , free writing workshop at source, as they like to be called.
IN DEATH OF GAETANO Alimonda - Luca Moretti
July 20 I was not there. I was elsewhere. I had decided not to be there. I still had not thought about that on July 20 that the already stretched Gustav three blows. We
July 20 made us smile, we were too busy trying to feed our monkeys. At Gustav then, on 20 July did not matter just too many guards, too many people, too many limitations.
We took the train that his eyes were already set for some time, smart covered small teddy bears unarmed man in the heat of Rome, the Gustav made a pair before you get to the train station, just a couple to enjoy.
the station everything was silent, I had two plates that pressed for an indefinite point on my temples, strong and pain-free, caustic soda, a silence of cotton wool. The Gustav lurched on their legs, tap the name of love, he tripped on the second step, we were in and Alexia had not utter a word. The train departed with the usual line up to go pee, Gustav closed in giving the big pull, I looked at Alex, she did not speak, he was asleep.
July 20 I was not there too many containers, too many screams and posters, little freedom of expression, a colorful crowd of idiots. On July 20 I went through other paths, other protests, July 20 shouted to the world my foreignness masturbating the brain with plastic carousels. Alexia asleep Gustav while occupying the bathroom for the third time, was a sedentary, people had understood it, there was more chance. Tiravamo it was a pleasure, the night passed, I swore to myself that it was the last and the stars accompanied an indescribable peace.
July 20 I was not there, I closed the bathroom with Gustav in Ventimiglia. I waited for the first minute of this new day and I thought of Alex, its tomorrow, what would have been. I pulled and I did some good promises, building skyscrapers of sand, looked at the Gustav and I thought the tap dancing, her legs jointed at its July 20. The Gustav was a teacher, had falsified the train tickets, the Milan-Rome-Berlin had become Lugano, unrolled the bag with his hands long and sharp, it places the content on the shelf in the bathroom, lay with dovizia.Il Gustav was not error.
July 20 I was not there, I had spent the night to pull and did not exchange words with Alexia, my trip had been silent, silent with her, silent with the controller, mute with Gustav, but with him it was expressed with gestures. On July 20th I thought Shelly, imagine lying in the balcony, suffocated by the heat of summer, I asked her not to die ever. The night had grown cold, small droplets of sweat on his neck and got stuck, undecided on the path to follow, pushing the bones cracking nerves. The night had grown cold, Gustav Alexia had stopped dancing and had opened his eyes.
July 20 I was not there, many friends had taken a different path from mine, but I do not, I had refused the pile, I would have never cheated, I had a pit bull on the balcony, a long tattoo on his arm still Alexia and to finish that sooner or later she would wake. I did not believe in those carousels, to those people who always tells a story written by another hand, I wrote my poem and let the crumbs of their slogan. My July 20 was full of dust and chemicals, was looking for the disorder, not to rebuild destroyed, just destroyed, it was a revolution masturbated with it did not want to create a better world and a bright future, with it you just wanted to forget, disorganize, disorient. On the morning hit the glass hard and we did not sleep a wink, travel safely to our July 20, nobody could stop. Alexia sighed.
July 20 I was not there, I had achieved the biggest rave in Europe with a forged ticket of the FS, I was immersed in the foam and the German beer in the smog of the wagons. July 20 I cried my protest with a whistle in his mouth. Still had not arrived by lunchtime I had already swallowed enough, the music rose in intensity and boundaries of the place they left, I lost orientation, Alexia had disappeared.
July 20 I was not there.
impaled under a poplar tree, trying to get back to reality, I turned away without a city map guide. I July 20 I had lost, the Gustav was going to tap dance with his friends, Alex was gone and the music gone mad. I vomited a long time, trying to spit out all the disorder, the revolution began to feel sick, my head spinning hard. I thought of Alex, its silences and the tap of Gustav, all that I had failed to tell him, pondered the great disorder, the disorder that had also brought in his life, I began to understand the reason for his disappearance. I was alone.
July 20 I was not there, probably even the next day, but who cares. The sun was high and I always under that poplar. A newspaper under my feet. The party was over, there was no one, the traffic had started to flow a thousand garbage. The silence bothered me. Leafing through the paper to relax the nerves, I looked at the first page, a thin boy on the ground, his face covered with a hood, immersed in a pool of blood.
The party was over.
July 20 I was not there, you are, but this makes little difference, the party is over everywhere. 
It's right there on the left, either for or against, I copy here
a story written by someone who I think is one of the best talents of the moment, Luca Moretti written on TerraNullius , free writing workshop at source, as they like to be called.
IN DEATH OF GAETANO Alimonda - Luca Moretti
July 20 I was not there. I was elsewhere. I had decided not to be there. I still had not thought about that on July 20 that the already stretched Gustav three blows. We
July 20 made us smile, we were too busy trying to feed our monkeys. At Gustav then, on 20 July did not matter just too many guards, too many people, too many limitations.
We took the train that his eyes were already set for some time, smart covered small teddy bears unarmed man in the heat of Rome, the Gustav made a pair before you get to the train station, just a couple to enjoy.
the station everything was silent, I had two plates that pressed for an indefinite point on my temples, strong and pain-free, caustic soda, a silence of cotton wool. The Gustav lurched on their legs, tap the name of love, he tripped on the second step, we were in and Alexia had not utter a word. The train departed with the usual line up to go pee, Gustav closed in giving the big pull, I looked at Alex, she did not speak, he was asleep.
July 20 I was not there too many containers, too many screams and posters, little freedom of expression, a colorful crowd of idiots. On July 20 I went through other paths, other protests, July 20 shouted to the world my foreignness masturbating the brain with plastic carousels. Alexia asleep Gustav while occupying the bathroom for the third time, was a sedentary, people had understood it, there was more chance. Tiravamo it was a pleasure, the night passed, I swore to myself that it was the last and the stars accompanied an indescribable peace.
July 20 I was not there, I closed the bathroom with Gustav in Ventimiglia. I waited for the first minute of this new day and I thought of Alex, its tomorrow, what would have been. I pulled and I did some good promises, building skyscrapers of sand, looked at the Gustav and I thought the tap dancing, her legs jointed at its July 20. The Gustav was a teacher, had falsified the train tickets, the Milan-Rome-Berlin had become Lugano, unrolled the bag with his hands long and sharp, it places the content on the shelf in the bathroom, lay with dovizia.Il Gustav was not error.
July 20 I was not there, I had spent the night to pull and did not exchange words with Alexia, my trip had been silent, silent with her, silent with the controller, mute with Gustav, but with him it was expressed with gestures. On July 20th I thought Shelly, imagine lying in the balcony, suffocated by the heat of summer, I asked her not to die ever. The night had grown cold, small droplets of sweat on his neck and got stuck, undecided on the path to follow, pushing the bones cracking nerves. The night had grown cold, Gustav Alexia had stopped dancing and had opened his eyes.
July 20 I was not there, many friends had taken a different path from mine, but I do not, I had refused the pile, I would have never cheated, I had a pit bull on the balcony, a long tattoo on his arm still Alexia and to finish that sooner or later she would wake. I did not believe in those carousels, to those people who always tells a story written by another hand, I wrote my poem and let the crumbs of their slogan. My July 20 was full of dust and chemicals, was looking for the disorder, not to rebuild destroyed, just destroyed, it was a revolution masturbated with it did not want to create a better world and a bright future, with it you just wanted to forget, disorganize, disorient. On the morning hit the glass hard and we did not sleep a wink, travel safely to our July 20, nobody could stop. Alexia sighed.
July 20 I was not there, I had achieved the biggest rave in Europe with a forged ticket of the FS, I was immersed in the foam and the German beer in the smog of the wagons. July 20 I cried my protest with a whistle in his mouth. Still had not arrived by lunchtime I had already swallowed enough, the music rose in intensity and boundaries of the place they left, I lost orientation, Alexia had disappeared.
July 20 I was not there.
impaled under a poplar tree, trying to get back to reality, I turned away without a city map guide. I July 20 I had lost, the Gustav was going to tap dance with his friends, Alex was gone and the music gone mad. I vomited a long time, trying to spit out all the disorder, the revolution began to feel sick, my head spinning hard. I thought of Alex, its silences and the tap of Gustav, all that I had failed to tell him, pondered the great disorder, the disorder that had also brought in his life, I began to understand the reason for his disappearance. I was alone.
July 20 I was not there, probably even the next day, but who cares. The sun was high and I always under that poplar. A newspaper under my feet. The party was over, there was no one, the traffic had started to flow a thousand garbage. The silence bothered me. Leafing through the paper to relax the nerves, I looked at the first page, a thin boy on the ground, his face covered with a hood, immersed in a pool of blood.
The party was over.
July 20 I was not there, you are, but this makes little difference, the party is over everywhere.
Thursday, April 12, 2007
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born "R for Robert" The Mobile Marketing
From February 19, 2007, a major on-line publishing project: www.errecomeroma.it
From February 19, 2007, a major on-line publishing project: www.errecomeroma.it
Powered by Dlite on the company's R360, the magazine dedicated multimedia cultural events in the capital will be divided into four broad areas: film, theater, music and art.
The important news is that the magazine was designed not only to provide detailed information on what happens in Rome, but also to provide interactive communication with readers. An innovative solution therefore, able to break with the traditional idea of \u200b\u200bpublishing "one-to-many" to take place in collaboration with the famous scambio.Oltre (F. Venditti, G. Izzo, etc) are in fact users through a series of multi-channel technologies (blogs, forums, newsletter) to help readers guidance on socio-cultural capital. If so the goal is to give Rome a Agora, a virtual space for the cultural community, the medium must be a professionally designed site, such as that created by Dlite .
link Dlite ; www.errecomeroma.it ; Dlite blog
The important news is that the magazine was designed not only to provide detailed information on what happens in Rome, but also to provide interactive communication with readers. An innovative solution therefore, able to break with the traditional idea of \u200b\u200bpublishing "one-to-many" to take place in collaboration with the famous scambio.Oltre (F. Venditti, G. Izzo, etc) are in fact users through a series of multi-channel technologies (blogs, forums, newsletter) to help readers guidance on socio-cultural capital. If so the goal is to give Rome a Agora, a virtual space for the cultural community, the medium must be a professionally designed site, such as that created by Dlite .
link Dlite ; www.errecomeroma.it ; Dlite blog
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arrives at Dubai International Boat Show
A wave of enthusiasm is accompanying the distribution of promotional solutions that take advantage of Bluetooth technology and Dlite remained among the most active agents in the field.
Another successful project was carried out at a major trade event, the "Dubai International Boat show now in its fifteenth edition with a pool of 38 countries represented and about 23 000 visitors from 77 countries.
The Dlite has dealt with a project to support the marketing activities of proximity communication system by placing the D : Cube in the exhibition space for the delivery of content and information.
The attractiveness of the solution immediately gained the attention of visitors, helping to spread the image of the fair and allowing Dlite to strengthen its market presence of mobile marketing.
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
Opalescence Teeth Whitening How Long To Leave In
THE Hangman - IMMA TURBAU
History
Adolescence is a time when the dolls and toys give way to the skin, feelings, the wounds of the heart and the flights of the mind. The story of David and Sandra brings this truth, but also has a terrible secret, a key that will be delivered only in the last pages. two children become adults, they can not be said to love, and tenderness are attributes only when they play, scribbling, to exchange pieces of paper with the hangman game. Because the heart is warm and full of unspoken words, but the manners are rough and blunt: this is the life of the barrio, the streets of a town English has always been where everybody knows everybody, without any introduction, and all the others are not, the others are out, I'm forasters. But inside there is all good, and all the evil that can bring love, love that one that promises to be an angel, and forever changed the course of life. Among the friends, the feelings and loves of our past there is always someone who has done it. There are those who sold and gone before they mate, her husband, the father of a lifetime. What makes us adults? The loss of innocence, or the tenacity with which we struggle not to destroy it, that innocence for a moment that made us feel real, and live? One thing is certain: the barrio, one day, something terrible has happened and unspeakable, and the two guys who have chosen to keep the secret to save their love will remain forever linked.
Comment
A book that can be understood easily, sliding and certainly emotional.
hard not to sympathize with the heroine Sandra, strong and determined character, but with moments of weakness and naiveté typical of the age.
The finish is a little obvious, but the atmosphere created from the very first page makes you want to discover the secrets of history to the end.
E 'was compared to three meters above the sky Moccia but I think they have in common only the difficult relationship between parents and children, too often undermined by silences and misunderstandings.
Pleasant
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