I have so many things to tell you ... I do not know if on this day you feel really happy, you, who like me can not stand the attention. But I want to try to make you what you have given me in these years. I know, it was not an easy coexistence, ours. And I admit it, I've had many faults. But you know, Mom, I love you, and I can not imagine a life without you.

You, who held me in your lap for nine months, you are my most secure, ironic, unshakeable point of reference. I swear to you, mum, I can not imagine a life without our discussions, without our keeping our faces, without our silence. 

And I'm sick when we argue, of course, but just making peace I feel as close as you are. You know, mom, we have so many things in common ... And none of us really can be completely honest. I, my thoughts, keep them secret in front of you, and maybe I do not even know whyBut it's not your fault, Mom, believe me. Because if I have often rejected your arms, I am ashamed of this. And I beg your pardon, for all the times I have raised a wall in front of you, I apologize for every time I have moved away from my secrets even though I was your daughter. Mom, I have so many memories of you, and so many things to tell you that I do not know if I'll ever remember them all. When I was a child, you were my strict teacher, for those times with a dark face you looked at me, and I felt even younger. And if sometimes you got a few slaps, you'll never reproach him. And not even now, that of you I see nothing but my mother, only too fragile to leave behind all the problems. You know, Mom, sometimes I did not understand you. And at those moments when you and I were a dog and a cat, I put our tender and short hugs against each other. But you also know that I never stopped for a moment loving you, even if I never told you. And besides, you understand me, and I know it, because I have learned from you the indestructible pride and the courage to try to make it alone. I admire you, mum. I admire you for what you have experienced in these years, for what you have overcome, for what you have defeated. I admire you for becoming the woman you are, I admire you for the courage you have, I admire you for the choices you have made. And you know, Mom, I admire you for what you were and for what you will be, even if every time I remain silent. And I know, I know you have such a special character, only yours, and sometimes I struggle to respect it, but then I remember so many memories, and again I admire you, perhaps more than before. Dear mum, I apologize for any malice I have addressed to you, because I love you, and if one day I should lose you I would be the first to throw my pride in the trash can and come to you. Mother, you are essential for me, for every little gesture of yours, for your every little thought, even when in my head I whisper that I would do without it. But the reproaches show me every time that unique and special relationship that binds us, like mother and daughter. And whether it is the sun or the rain to act as a backdrop to this "we", I will fight for always having you next, with your serious air and austere body, which make me feel at home somehow. I miss this sincere talk, but what we have built in these years is nothing but a brick of the whole castle, and if it happens the day when, sitting at the table one in front of the other, we will open the heart to a at one, then the ground will vibrate under the weight of another important bond, and that we will disfigure in a hug as deep as ever it was. Mom, I would like to see you happy, and instead I read about you worry, work, and never a moment for you. I see your sacrifices, those that you have done for me, your tears, which you have poured for me, your sufferings, which you suffered with me. But I do not see any new t-shirts in your drawer, and I can not get a banknote out of your wallet that is not for me and this family. I would like to see you as a woman, surrounded by friends, but I know that your life is this, and you can not give it up. Yet I read on your face the desires to go out more often, to have fun more often, to chat more often, and I'm not to prevent it. Mom, I want you to be happy as you have made me happy, and I will not give you anything but my words, those that I could never say, out of pride and fear, before your gray and hard eyes, but now I want you to go out the front door, and call your best friend, and I want you to go to the store you have in mind and you'll buy that shirt that daydreams. Because we are all human beings, and I am great, now, to be your little girl: I am your daughter, and I see you as you watch me grow, but I can not see a smile anymore. I miss that smile. I want to see that smile come back. Mom, smile, because the good that I want is infinite and indelible. And for you, now, just a hug, with all the love that I have hidden until today and the desire to call you again and always "mom"

in short, mum, my idol is you

i love you 

 

I’m going to talk about of my experience in civil protection. 

First of all we need to explain what civil protection. Civil protection is a group of public or private bodies that perform civil defence activities aimed at helping the population. Now I speak to you about my experience in this institution. I joined a voluntary association, after the earthquake of 16 August. In the end of emergency phase when most people hat already returned to their homes. I was involved in dismantling of the tent city. 

Finally I can say that is was a good experience. 

MY POINT OF REFERENCE 

Dear Dad, 

 

It's been 9 months since you're gone it's time to say goodbye. Last year, with my heart the smile and fingers frozen by your death, I could not write to you. This year the frost of the heart has melted. Then fires of rage broke out. Now the lukewar I can not say goodbye, maybe. But, a year after that unreal day, I can tell you THANK YOU. Thanks for when you made me fly like an airplane and you landed me on the safe harbor of your knees. Thanks for when you made me sleep with you on Sunday morning. I slipped more and more under your back, until you fall off the bedm embers of pain remain. Thank you for all the teachings you gave me and keep on giving me also from up there. I will never forget your eyes, your smile and the last hug that we gave ourselves. You are part of me and there is no way to send away the memory that binds me to you. You are my idol because you, as few people, have been able to teach me a lot about life. Daddy I think of you every minute of my life without stopping for a moment. You're important and I'm sorry not to have you in my arms anymore, I'm sorry not to hear you anymore even for a minute, you left a huge void, but I'm sure you can protect me from up there too. 

 

     I love you daddy 

There are different people in my life who I can inspire to ,relatives, friends ,stars of spectacle ,footballers etc. ,but there’s one of them that more than the others inspires me under all points of view: she is my mother.

 

My mother is a person who is difficult to doesn’t love, she is always ready to help who needs it and she tries to do it as well as possible. For what I remember there wasn’t time when I asked her to help me and she didn’t give it to me, she always tries to satisfie me, also if she has to renounce to something. I am, for nature, an anxious person and I often can become boring to ask confirmations, but my mum is never tired to give me advices. I’m also an only child and I remember that when I was younger, my mother always calls my friends at home to make me play and when I was alone she played with me my favourite games.

 

She’s a very good person, she always wanted to help everyone and I’ve never seen her be in trouble with someone, but she sais that if someone hurts me, she becomes a monster. She’s also very nice, infact she makes me laugh a lot.

 

I’m sure that I will always can count on her help and I hope, a day, to could be like her, a person that always holds out her hand who needs help. 

        
Many  people claim that they are ispired by famous people like footballers. But, for me, however, the person for whom I feel admiration is my grandmother. Her name is Elena and she is 59   years old. 

She was the one brought me up until 6 years old. She lived all my childhood. She  had time to love me always and she made me understand that small gestures are more important. She worked a lot and her strength to face difficulties is one of altruism, humility and sincerity. 

Finally she always told me that I can become someone special. 

To believe in ourselves give to us more self-esteem, because if we respect ourselves firstly, automatically we will respect other people. Another reason is the idea of self-esteem; during the period of adolescence, our self-esteem may be missing because we grow and we are feeling different. For this reason, sometimes we don’t do our best, or we don’t feel sure and we think that we are not pleasing to others.

So, to make sure that our self-esteem increases and that we can believe more in ourselves, we have to learn about accepting ourselves for what we are and not to underestimate too much.
Each of us needs to believe in himself and not to be afraid of what others think of us, because each of us is special in his way and each of us has the potential to believe in himself.
Varanese Gaia
Pandiscia Chiara

Isnt amazing to be eternal

Forever and abysmal

It is bigger than we thought

Flawless and though

Maybe we’re like a dot

Finding out is difficult

Universe is a mystery

Flawless and animacy

There are amazing planets 

Happy sparkling stars ,

Marks time for our wishes

Flawless and fabulous

Sun always brighten us

The time is running out 

Like a relentless acrobat

Flawless and cant be caught

World is our little home

But the universe is calling us

From so far away for tomorrows

Flawless and  lovely universe

                                            CANAN EBRAR KURTOĞLU

                                                 Lüleburgaz / TURKEY

Mom,

you can change sadness into happiness;

you can change hate into love;

you can change anger into smiles.

 

You are a nurse and a cook;

you are a teacher and a housekeeper;

you are an organiser and planner.

 

You can change every tear into a smile;

you are a Wonder Woman,

there is no person stranger, wiser or more dedicated

than a Mother.

By
Giorgia Marcantonio
Nicoleta Serban

Manzoni was an atheist during his youth but converted to Catholicism and became a fervent christian; in fact, this life experience changed his outlook on the world. He inspires us because his concept of providence, represented in the novel by the unknowable force of God, tells us that mistakes and tragedies are sent by the Lord himself to strengthen us through faith.

In conclusion, we are inspired by his strong sense of religion. Hope is a undying concept to him, and this vision of the world helps us push through our daily struggles.

Alessandro Beato, Antonio D'Ortona, Christian Morrone, Andrea Alloggio

He attended Trinity College and got a degree at Oxford University. In 1883 he married Constance Lloyd who bore him two children but he soon became tired of his marriage. In 1891 he met Lord Alfred Douglas, with whom he had a homosexual relationship and Wilde was sent to prison for homosexual offences. He lived the double role of rebel and dandy. 

The Rebel criticised the Victorian society. 

The dandy is an aristocrat whose elegance is a symbol of superiority of his spirit; he uses his wit to shock, and is an individualist who demands absolute freedom. 

The decadent artist keeps himself away from both the middle class and the mass of people. He hates the hypocrisy of the middle class and the vulgarity of the mass of people. He didn’t pursue any moral aim with his novel or social responsibility. He has an inconvenient and scandalous behaviour. He likes beautiful clothes, good conversation, delicious food and handsome boys. 

Oscar Wilde’s most formidable work is the picture of Dorian Gray. 

This work, considered by many critics and scholars the main novel in the literary movement called Aestheticism, was published in 1890. The novel takes us to England, to the London of the eighteenth century, a period of Victorian society. Basil Hallward is a painter who has become friends with Dorian Gray, a young boy of beautiful appearance, he decides to paint him to capture his angelic beauty. The painter claims to have hidden in that painting the secret of his soul. Dorian, seduced by the speeches of a friend from Basil on the importance of youth, comes to hope that he can always remain young even at the cost of losing his soul. The painting then ages in place of Dorian, who is now without a soul. So his life will be reckless and will lead him to, in the end, kill himself. 

From this work, obvious is how irrelevant what others thought of him. His intent wasn’t moral, in fact he wrote something that he found interesting. He was attracted to interesting things, not caring about anything else. She would wear elegant and scandalous attire, behave in an obnoxious way, creating around himself gossip, which he didn’t mind at all. As a kid he would burn clothes to see them ignite, and when the fire was put out, he would start to cry, because the show was over. 

Oscar Wilde was nonetheless a writer that appreciated writing style more than the actual substance in literary pieces. In his only finished piece, The Picture of Dorian Gray, Wilde accomplished perfection. He shows his skilful ability to poignantly use figures of speech, we can also infer that he has astonishing mastery in his wording and use of vocabulary when he describes different characters, places, and settings. Something that is also noticeable in this novel is the point of view that allows the reader to dip into the minds of the characters and see the full picture of the story. The point of view in The Picture of Dorian Gray is in third person. The narrator grasps both the objective world and the internal thoughts and feelings of the characters, and the point of view is omniscient or all-knowing. But contradictory to this is that the narrator follows mostly Dorian through the story and we capture the plot through the lens of Dorian’s opinion. Also there is one short paragraph where the first-point of view becomes apparent, here Wilde becomes the narrator. 
Cassandra, Chiara, Paolo e Giovanni d.B.

My parents and my little sister are the one of the most important and valuable gifts of my life. Because they are my FAMILY. I always feel good together with my family. I can always share my problems, I can play with them all the time, I can freshen up my mood anytime. 

Family to me means support, encouragement, comfort, advice, values, morals, faith, understanding, hope and many more. These things are extremely important to me as they make me to feel happy and self-confident. 
My parents always watch my sister and me. Whenever my heart is broken or I need someone to talk to, my family is always one call away and they will never leave me alone. They are the only ones to know us for who we really are, and love us anyway. My  family will always be the people that I can tell anything to. 
On the holidays, birthday celebrations, etc., I have a great family to spend these special times with, making memories that will last forever. With my family, we can laugh until we cry over the silliest or most embarrassing moments that only we know about.

No matter what mistakes I make, family is the people that will love me no matter what. 

No matter where life takes us, my family will stay in my heart forever.

 

So we understand that,, in a very short time he has achieved success and he earned a lot of many. He could stop and spend his money but he didn’t. After all of the these he founded an other instution which is x.com, I mean PAYPAL as it is known today. And he got 1.5 billion in stock. After that he continued to investments for his goals. And finally he founded spacex.