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Crisi Esistenziale” - (Testo e Musica : Savio De Martino) CHI SONO IO PER SENTIRMI UN DIO, E CHI SEI TU PER DECIDERE, CHI SIAMO NOI NON LO SAPREMO MAI, MA CERTO STA’ CHE NON SIAMO EROI, IL MONDO VA’ CONSUMANDOSI, LA TERRA E’ ORMAI FUOCO E CENERE, LA GIOVENTU’ NON LAVORA PIU’, L’ECONOMIA NON PRODUCE.. RIT. FERMATI, NON COMMETTERE ALTRI DANNI, BASTA METTERSI NEI PANNI, DI CHI HA PERSO OGNI RAGIONE, E VORREBBE QUALCOSA DI PIU’, RITROVANDO QUEI VALORI, QUI SI MUORE PER UN NIENTE, TUTTI SANNO MA SI MENTE, E LA GENTE NON CE LA FA’ PIU’… A PAGARE GLI ERRORI DI CHISSA’, A PARLARE DI COSE CHE NON SA’, NON C’E’ PIU’ SENSO DI DOVERE E SENSO DI MORALITA’, NON C’E’ VITA CHE POSSA TOGLIERE IL DIRITTO DI VIVERE PERCHE’, OGNI ANIMA E’ UN DONO E VA VISSUTA E UN’OPPORTUNITA’.. CHI SONO IO FRA MILIARDI NOI, SEMBRIAMO ORMAI SOLO NUMERI, E CHI SEI TU CHE HAI SETE DI POTERE, CHE PENSI DI DOVER COMANDARE, E NON E’ MAI TARDI PER CAMBIARE, LA LIBERTA’ STA ANCHE NELLO SPERARE, IL MONDO E’ LIBERO DI AMARE, E LO SI FA’ SENZA GUERRE.. RIT. FERMATI, NON COMMETTERE ALTRI DANNI, BASTA METTERSI NEI PANNI, DI CHI HA PERSO OGNI RAGIONE, E VORREBBE QUALCOSA DI PIU’, RITROVANDO QUEI VALORI, QUI SI MUORE PER UN NIENTE, TUTTI SANNO MA SI MENTE, E LA GENTE NON CE LA FA’ PIU’… NON CE LA FA PIU’… NOI SIAMO UNA GENERAZIONE, CHE NON SA’ PIU’ DOVE ANDARE, COLPA DI UNA CONFUSIONE, CHE CI PORTA A SBAGLIARE QUI C’E’… CRISI ESISTENZIALE..CRISI ESISTENZIALE..CRISI ESISTENZIALE…!

Critics are important. They give us the reasons, knowingly or unknowingly, not to fall, slumber or deviate from our true purpose . If only you would see, understand and appreciate the real lessons your critics teach you with a calm heart, you would know and understand that your critics are nothing but great facilitators to help you get to your vision and true purpose diligently and distinctively.

Did you know that the origin of the word gossip in English is "god-sibling"? It's the talk between people who are godparents to the same child, people who have a legitimate loving interest in the person they talk about. It's talk that weaves a net of support and connection beneath the people you want to protect.

En saa kalden god Ven fortaalte mig nyeligen udi Fortroelighed, at nogle udi et vist Selskab talede ilde om min Person, og at han havde taget mig udi Forsvar. Jeg takkede ham for hans Forsvar; men sagde derhos, at jeg vilde have været ham end meer Tak skyldig, hvis han ikke havde fortaalt mig det selv: Thi jeg kunde ikke ansee slige Rapporter som Venskabs-Tegn, saasom de tiene til intet, uden at sætte en udi Bevægelse, og at saae U-eenigheds Sæd blant Mennesker. Jeg holder just ikke den for min Fiende, som i et lystigt Sælskab skiemter med min Person, men heller den som rapporterer mig saadant Skiemt: Den første meener over et Glas Viin ofte intet dermed, men skiemter, enten for at vise sin frugtbare Geist, eller for at giøre Selskabet lystigt. Den anden derimod, som forebringer mig Snak, som er mig umagtpaaliggende at vide, og som han kand være forsikkret om at ville foruroelige mit Sind, kand intet Godt derved meene.

Don’t come around me with them say them say, To hell with them.

Don't talk about the problem. Be a part of the solution.

Don't you be worried or annoyed, Sancho, about any comments you hear, or there will never be an end to them. Keep a safe conscience and let people say what they like: trying to still gossips' tongues is like putting up doors in open fields. If the governor leaves office rich they say he's a thief, and if he leaves it poor they say he's a milksop and a fool.

During the flames of controversy, opinions, mass disputes, conflict, and world news, sometimes the most precious, refreshing, peaceful words to hear amidst all the chaos are simply and humbly 'I don't know.

Don’t be too fast to highlight the weaknesses of other people. That is the quickest way of exposing your own weaknesses.

Don't pretend like you know me 'cause you shook some neighborhood tree and got a li'l rotten fruit.

Enter RUMOUR, painted full of tongues." [Stage direction, Henry IV, Part 2, Induction]

Everybody's always doing the same old things--- you know, doing unto others before they can do unto you.

Fame is an island, and right before the castaway, the getaway of being known without being known.

Fidelity is a living, breathing entity. On wobbly footing, it can wander, becoming something different entirely.

Father Brendan Flynn: "A woman was gossiping with her friend about a man whom they hardly knew - I know none of you have ever done this. That night, she had a dream: a great hand appeared over her and pointed down on her. She was immediately seized with an overwhelming sense of guilt. The next day she went to confession. She got the old parish priest, Father O' Rourke, and she told him the whole thing. 'Is gossiping a sin?' she asked the old man. 'Was that God All Mighty's hand pointing down at me? Should I ask for your absolution? Father, have I done something wrong?' 'Yes,' Father O' Rourke answered her. 'Yes, you ignorant, badly-brought-up female. You have blamed false witness on your neighbor. You played fast and loose with his reputation, and you should be heartily ashamed.' So, the woman said she was sorry, and asked for forgiveness. 'Not so fast,' says O' Rourke. 'I want you to go home, take a pillow upon your roof, cut it open with a knife, and return here to me.' So, the woman went home: took a pillow off her bed, a knife from the drawer, went up the fire escape to her roof, and stabbed the pillow. Then she went back to the old parish priest as instructed. 'Did you gut the pillow with a knife?' he says. 'Yes, Father.' 'And what were the results?' 'Feathers,' she said. 'Feathers?' he repeated. 'Feathers; everywhere, Father.' 'Now I want you to go back and gather up every last feather that flew out onto the wind,' 'Well,' she said, 'it can't be done. I don't know where they went. The wind took them all over.' 'And that,' said Father O' Rourke, 'is gossip!

Few people are spoken of in the way they would choose

Fill your mind before you empty your mouth.

First law of gossip - there's no point knowing something if somebody else doesn't know you know it.

Free your life from the fangs of gossips by not associating yourself with them. Anyone who helps you to gossip about someone can also help someone to gossip about you.

For acting thus you will remain innocent among the hissings of the serpents, and like a sweet strawberry you will receive no venom from the contact of venomous tongues.

Fofocas se propagam como a peste negra, não importa a época ou local. Sempre acompanhada de uma boa dose de veneno — e não muita preocupação com a verdade —, espalhar um boato mentiroso é tão fácil quanto respirar. Mas desfazer essa má impressão é difícil.

For you, it's gossip. For me, it's action.

God wants us to humbly and sincerely ask him things. How often do you enjoy people talking about you without taking the time to get to know you?

Gain fame, and the paparazzi or media waits and watches for them to slip, just to shame their name.

... go down to the country, take a house, get interested in local politics, in local scandal, in village gossip. Take an inquisitive and violent interest in your neighbours.

Gossip and drama are different stages of the same intoxication… the first is the buzz; the latter is the hangover.

Gossip is petty, but in the world of politics it’s also essential.

Gossip is the biggest hindrance to building trust and productivity in organizations across America.

Gossip was usually a mindless distraction from a far too serious world.

Gossiping's part of witchcraft,' said Tiffany. 'They're checking to see if they've gone batty yet.

Gossip is a Sin just like all other sins that not only hurts those it is spoken about and slanders their reputation, but it also hurts the one who speaks it and the one who listens. Gossip is cruel & usually is a result of jealousy or bitterness. Either way, Stop the cycle of gossiping and start being loving instead.

Gossip's like jam; it don't bear fruit if you don't spread it.

Gossip is a policeman and a teacher. Without it, there would be chaos and ignorance.

Gossip is passing on information when you are neither part of the problem nor part of the solution.

Gossips are like ants” she caressed his head “the moment you spot one, there are already many anthills around but don’t look for them because if you do, you’ll find them and they in turn would bite you and cause you pain, and pain would cause you to lose focus.

Gossip is an idle talk that makes you look worse than the person you are talking about, and people tend to have more confidence in the person you talked about when they get tired of your gossip. Speak with love and kindness or don't speak at all.

Great minds have purpose, they rise above obstacles, they use time for plans and projects, and spare no time for idle gossip.

Gossip: a weed watered by wayward words.

Gurdjieff used to say ’Don’t consider!’... and he is right. What others say is their business and their problem, it has nothing to do with you. Just look into your own nature and whatsoever is joyous, go with it. That is your responsibility. You are not answerable to anybody

Gossip never goes away, no matter where you are in life.

Having been both the perpetrator and the victim of poisonous behavior, I’m always skeptical of a person trying really hard to negatively sway my opinion of someone.

Has Westhaven taken to gossiping?" "He has not, but like most men, you assume the only communications of significance pass between the males of the species.

He had to accept the fate of every newcomer to a small town where there are plenty of tongues that gossip and few minds that think.

He had an image in his mind of a gaggle of long-necked geese, all done up in petticoats and crinolines, sitting around a stuffy parlor and talking about him.

[He] had to submit to the fate of every newcomer in a small town, where many tongues talk but few heads think.

Hence, when his name was casually mentioned by neighboring yeomen, the listener said, "Ah, Clym Yeobright: what is he doing now?' When the instinctive question about a person is, What is he doing? it is felt that he will not be found to be, like most of us, doing nothing in particular. There is an indefinite sense that he must be invading some region of singularity , good or bad. The devout home is that he is doing well. The secret faith is that he is making a mess of it...So the subject recurred: if he were making a fortune and a name, so much the better for him, if he were making a tragical figure in the world, so much the better for a narrative

Her classmates were gossiping their way into adolescence, literally and figuratively.

How she wished she had Elizabeth to herself for a little so they could discuss what Henry's real intentions were and also how high and mighty Penelope had acted at lunch and what a tremendous insult it was that she'd come at all and did anyone really think she was beautiful with those oversize features anyway.

He who feeds on gossip vomits lies.

How can I shut down If you don't open up??