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It 'was born Maria Victoria! At 13.08 on 21 December 2006, an early Christmas at home Melandri!

Data: December 22, 2006


A great joy! And if someone wants to share his thoughts, a song by some authors that you particularly liked, or go to any other comment, I'll be happy!. Cherish this post as a "special passport to life", which will see Maria Victoria when he grows up! (And perhaps the Internet and the blog will be like for us today ... the Morse Telegraph and language ...)
Thanks for everything! Salutoni and Merry Christmas! Valerio,

33 comments to the post.

  1. Robert on December 22, 2006 wrote:

    Welcome to Maria Vittoria! Auguroni ... and Mom and Dad Elizabeth Valerio for the beautiful "gift" that Providence has wanted to give you.
    Sincerely,
    Roberto

  2. James on December 22, 2006 wrote:

    ... cute.
    an angel!

  3. annalisa lalumera on December 22, 2006 wrote:

    Love is born a new life. Love will draw the energy needed to grow.
    Ben arrived Maria Vittoria! To your wonderful parents and many siblings cuddly wish you a Merry Christmas with this sweet little angel

    Annalisa

  4. Matthew on December 22, 2006 wrote:

    Wishes for the heart to the newcomer and his wonderful family for a life full of luck and health! Welcome to Maria Vittoria!

  5. Julia Hoffmann on December 22, 2006 wrote:

    Little Maria Victoria, Welcome!

    To you and your family wish you a Merry Christmas and a New Year filled with love.

    James, Julia and Clemens

  6. laura on December 22, 2006 wrote:

    ... To be born woman is a beautiful beginning! Congratulations Maria Victoria

  7. Livia on December 22, 2006 wrote:

    Congratulations to Maria Vittoria then!
    What a beautiful!
    I will send you a nice text, and give it to Maria Victoria when he has 30 years, okay?

    Days of joy to all of you.

    Livia

  8. Livia on December 22, 2006 wrote:

    I was amused to be thirty years old, I will drink my liquor like a thirty: thirty are wonderful, and even thirty-one, thirty-two, thirty-three, the thirty-four, thirty-five!

    They are wonderful because they are free, rebels, outlaws, because the anguish of waiting is over, and began the melancholy of decline.

    Because we are shining, at last, thirty years!

    If you are religious, we are religious believe, if we atheists are atheists.
    If we doubt, we are doubtful without shame.

    And do not fear the ridicule of the boys because we are young, do not fear the blame adults because we are adults.

    We do not fear sin because we understand that sin is a point of view, we do not fear disobedience because we found that disobedience is noble.

    We do not fear punishment because we know that there is nothing wrong with love when we meet, if we abandon ourselves to lose: we no longer have them deal with the school teacher and we should not even get them to the priest holy oil .

    We make them ourselves and that's it, with our great pain.

    We are a field of ripe wheat to thirty years, no longer immature and not yet dried: the sap flows through us with the correct pressure, swelling of life.

    And 'alive all our joy, our every grief is living, laughing and crying as there will never be.

    We reached the summit of the mountain and everything is clear up there, the road that will go down a bit 'breathless and yet fresh.

    It will not happen more than sit in the middle to look back and back and reflect on our good fortune ...

    (Oriana Fallaci)

  9. Raffaele Picilli on December 22, 2006 wrote:

    Congratulations to Mom and Dad!

    Welcome to Maria Vittoria!
    I wish you a happy life, full of laughter, friends, passion, sweet (I'm greedy ...) and love!

  10. Valerio Melandri on December 24, 2006 wrote:

    by Joseph Lesce:

    Dear Maria Victoria, welcome.
    Christmas is now even more beautiful.
    Holy One said, "There are those who gave birth to children for their industry, for your service, for their selfish ... And forget they are a wonderful gift of the Lord, which will make it very special account."
    You do not run that risk in a world that often forgets the love, you are the fruit of love.

  11. Valerio Melandri on December 24, 2006 wrote:

    1. P. Bucci writes:
    December 23, 2006 at 9:32 pm edit

    "A man is like a pebble thrown into the sea ... .. do not know where its ripples will come. "
    Congratulations Maria Vittoria!

    Happy Christmas to all the family Melandri.

  12. Valerio Melandri on December 24, 2006 wrote:

    by Fabio torches

    Many many many
    But many
    5 wishes to you!

    Lentils at Christmas

    Edgar Schulz did not want to eat the soup with
    lentils. From its nine years, looking haughty and impenetrable,
    was standing in front of the plate with his arms crossed tight, and no
    force in the world would have been deterred. The brothers and sisters looked
    the scene in silence, waiting for what would happen.
    "Edgar! Do not be naughty and eat the soup. Look what is good.
    The mother has done, "said his father, beginning with the good.
    "No, no and no! It is she who has done evil, are the lentils that are
    sucks. " Mom sighed Schulz: I had already seen these scenes. In
    these cases usually lavished considerations on the importance of eating
    legumes and vegetables, and how well they do, but it was clear that
    Edgar felt that ear there. The strategy was different.
    "Well - shoot her father with feigned indifference - if you're not hungry is not bad,
    you will eat tomorrow. "
    "I'm hungry yes, but not this stuff," Edgar said quickly. But the father
    did not answer him again. It was better to wait, sooner or later would
    eaten ...
    The dinner proceeded normally, while Edgar was left standing outside the
    the plate. But his mother, who knew a lot, leaned on her son adamant
    "Why do not you do a foil to the Baby Jesus? - She said softly, ear
    - He deserves it and soon Christmas is .... " Edgar was silent.
    spent a minute, then extended his arm Mum Schulz to withdraw the plate
    still intact, "Unless you eat do not worry, it's okay."
    "Wait! - Edgar stopped her - maybe I taste, "and grabbed the spoon,
    how we begin an undertaking which exceeded its limits. Because the
    did, only the mother knew.
    picked with the tip of the spoon a little of soup, then put it in
    the mouth.
    All the brothers looked at him, to see what he would do.
    Edgar lentils tasted, swallowed with a little grimace, then
    commented: "It is not so bad, I almost take it a little ...."

    The fact is that certain things, sometimes acquire entirely different flavor.

  13. Clare on December 24, 2006 wrote:

    Hello little Maria Victoria, welcome! You know, life is a wonderful journey, made of small things, like a smile given or received, a wonderful sunrise, the flight of a seagull ... and small discoveries: the first word you utter the first word you write, the first drawings, games, holidays, hugs Mom and Dad, brothers of the jokes ... I hope you fully enjoy every single day, because each of them will be special!
    Sincere greetings to your parents & the whole family. Chiara.

  14. Guya on December 27, 2006 wrote:

    Life needs to be lived with love, a love of small things, small gestures. You are that Love.

    Ben arrived Maria Vittoria!

  15. Filardi rita on December 27, 2006 wrote:

    Dear Maria Vittoria welcome in the world!

    'Be the change you want to see in the world'
    Mahatma Gandhi

  16. Francesca Rauseo on December 27, 2006 wrote:

    I believe a leaf of grass is not at all
    less than the daily toil of stars,
    The ant is just perfect, like a
    grain of sand or egg of a wren,
    And the little frog is similar to a work of art
    most famous,
    And the bramble vine could adorn spaces ethereal
    And the smaller joints of my hand
    the most perfect machine can mock,
    And the cow ruminates over his head bowed
    any monument,
    And a mouse is a miracle so great
    sextillion to convince skeptics.

    Walt Witman (Leaves of Grass)

    Much happiness!
    Francesca

  17. Andrea on December 27th, 2006 wrote:

    Hello Maria Victoria, and arrived well.
    Especially good trip in this new adventure you have just begun.
    Have a good trip, even to those close to you and you have been seeking.
    Because this event will be a rediscovery of life, its paths, its ascents and descents, its ordeals and its enjoyments.
    Because every day and every experience can be a really small and simple objects to keep in the trunk of life.

  18. Elisa Pianetta on December 28, 2006 wrote:

    Welcome to Maria Vittoria!
    A little thought:

    GIRL WITH A SMILE

    Queen,
    and do not know.
    Go as a message
    mild laughter on their lips,
    and more in the eyes of heaven,
    and everything it shines through the face,
    Oh happiness without veil
    mysterious!
    Shut up and watch, not timid,
    but so quiet, serious,
    as an invitation to poetry.

    Deep joy of being,
    unaware of pure harmony,
    smiling silent grace!

    Sibilla Aleramo

    So many emotions in your life!
    Elisa

  19. susi on December 28, 2006 wrote:

    I opened this site for the first time and while not knowing anything about you, watching your photo is inevitable to say: thanks for being dropped between us.
    Susi

  20. Valerio Melandri on December 29, 2006 wrote:

    Okay friends, I close with the 20 ° post this great little event that has characterized my Christmas!
    The blog starts up again next Tuesday 2 January, and restarted with the FAQ of fund raising and the privacy ... so the last day to put your post and then it starts again from January 2 through our work together! Best wishes and all a happy new year!
    VM

  21. Luciano Zanin on December 29, 2006 wrote:

    Am I late? I do not think, at least not for Maria Victoria, who has time.
    Dear Maria Victoria, what to say except that you have the same initials of your father (so you can use his shirts) and wish you to be as happy as possible on this earth. As a parent I think one of the hardest things in the world to be a parent, a son I think one of the hardest things to do in the world is the son ... .. But both are exciting and give meaning to everything else!
    So welcome and good luck Maria Vittoria.

    luciano

  22. ilaria Bignotti (Ila) on December 29, 2006 wrote:

    All good! I always wonder what you think of a creature so small ... so many great talk that I borrow the words of writer and poet Vivian Lamarque. Congratulations to a new family and enjoy the ride together, Ilaria.

    I was born! I was born!
    Nine months of waiting-
    You.
    I expect
    And dreamed of. Time.

    Vivian Lamarque

  23. Valerio Melandri on December 29, 2006 wrote:

    Lura Malacalza writes:

    As a mom I can only send a big hug to Maria Vittoria and your other two small sons who are likely to remain in the background ..

    As a woman I can only send your wife my warmest wishes for a peaceful journey (although difficult and "heavy" ... I know from experience)

    As a student of Prof. Melandri, a wish for a happy new year.

    Laura

  24. Antonio Russo on December 30, 2006 wrote:

    MIRACLE!
    Life is a miracle. Birth is only a small part of the miracle. It certainly is an event hard to forget for a parent, but each passing day ... Look at the miracle is renewed every day your child with eyes full of wonder, every day as the first ...
    For the new year we hope that your eyes will never see trivial things ... wonder every day because even the simplest thing you can see the beauty of the miracle.
    This little thought is taken from a famous work is just what my heart felt to convey ..
    Happy new year!

  25. Aurelio in July on January 2, 2007 wrote:

    Dear Maria Victoria
    I want to give birth to your "Ode to Life," a poem by Pablo Neruda that I love and which I hope will help you to appreciate life fully.
    This planet is beautiful, you are light and can illuminate it with your life ... you do this wonderful opportunity!

    Ode to Life

    Slowly dies who becomes the slave of habit,
    repeating every day the same itineraries, who does not change the brand,
    who does not risk and change color of clothes, who does not speak to those who do not know.

    He dies slowly who avoids a passion, who prefers black on white
    and dot the "i" rather than a set of emotions,
    precisely those that make your eyes sparkle,
    those that make a yawn a smile,
    those that make the heart beat and feelings in front of the error.

    Slowly dies who does not flip the table, who is unhappy at work,
    who does not risk certainty for uncertainty, to chase a dream,
    Who is not allowed at least once in their lives to flee from sensible advice.
    Slowly dies who does not travel, who does not read, who does not listen to music,
    who does not find grace in himself. He dies slowly who destroys the love
    really, who can not be helping, who spends his days complaining of
    its bad luck or the incessant rain.

    Slowly dies who abandons a project before starting it,
    Who does not ask questions on topics that do not know,
    those who do not respond when asked something he knows.

    We avoid death in small doses, always remembering that being alive requires
    an effort far greater than the simple act of breathing.
    Only a burning patience will lead to the attainment of a splendid happiness.

    Pablo Neruda

  26. maria Litani on January 3rd, 2007 wrote:

    I'm not too late ..
    Best wishes for a happy life with little Maria Vittoria! Great name to carry.
    Congratulations to Mom and Dad to.
    The birth of a child, who is not participating in a great mystery!
    Much happiness to the whole family.
    Thanks Professor of having made partakers of his joy.

  27. Tiziana Minella on January 4, 2007 wrote:

    Although net delay, a sincere wish for a lot of serenity for little Maria Victoria.
    Know how to preserve the innocence and goodness of children throughout his life.

  28. Joan gib on January 14, 2007 wrote:

    Your name is beautiful and has many memories for me, but even more exciting to see how much affection, and to prompt your loved ones.
    Grow small and becomes a lovable woman, sensible, serene that meets life with enthusiasm and desire.
    Congratulations Joan

  29. Vittorio Maria Camerini on January 17, 2007 wrote:

    Hello Maria Vittoria, Vittorio is Mary.
    Your Dad, who is my Professor, I had said you were waiting around the 8th of December, and instead you end up with almost two weeks late: it was nice to warm, eh? I know something that I have come with 15 days of delay and just happens to like you but I'm down (I thought!). But on a power which is already in a few days your first and you'll be set complemese with Anna and Philip are very proud of you and I guess Mom and Dad for their gloating three loves. Greetings, Victor Maria

  30. Valerio Melandri on January 19, 2007 wrote:

    I receive and the public by Claudio Destri a story based on a book by Don Antonio Mazzi.

    The string and freedom

    Children are like kites. In my time, kites were built by hand and were one of the few beautiful moments of our poor children.
    I come from the countryside. For me the year was marked by the collection and beat ing of wheat, after harvest, ¬ taken from the pious, the carnival masks and confetti, and the aqui ¬ Loni. Today, kites are no longer in fashion, and then com ¬ Perano already made in fucking supermarkets. Evil. Dear parents, you have no idea what you're missing not to the aqui ¬ lone hand, with your child or grandchild.
    To make the kite when I was seven, we had the rare ra ¬ Cimoli color magazines, prepare ourselves the glue, look around the straws were long and thin, until the ribs were made of the great head of the kite. The most delicate phase of the whole operation was to go at night ¬ the door of the cage to pick the tools, where the grandfather treasured rolls of spa ¬ go, with whom aHebbe linked to salami. The kite is Kite if he has very long tails and colorful, if it has a large hexagonal or rectangular reston painting has a long string that ¬ mind to fly beyond the sun.
    If you do not fly beyond the sun, which would kite? lo ¬ im crazy. Enlisted his mother, aunts, cousins ​​and cousins. C ¬ cupavamo the plank for at least a week of sewing ¬ na ...

  31. Lucy Gabriel on February 2nd, 2007 wrote:

    I hope there is always time to share. I feel it now, after a somewhat eventful month, one week I hold in my arms my little Aurora and I can understand your joy and the amazing sensation of being in front of something miraculous, mysterious, unexplainable . Victory dedicated to Mary the lines of a sonnet that we, Mom and Dad, we wrote for our children. I wish to Valerio Melandri, his wife, to Philip and Anna so much good for this new journey in the company of little Maria Victoria.

    Lucia Gabriele

    "And as for fun / one fateful day / shattered the silence amniotic / became cyanotic / fetal attraction / chaos prenatal / maternal pain / voices of doctors / sounds, lights, colors / the world inside, the outside world
    Gray eyes / turn around / bustle gowns / night and day / mother lying / anxious look / curious dad / flakes, pelush / lightning flash / strange smiling faces of relatives / stones stones / Puci, Puci / words and voices / in the room of circumstance / congratulations / congratulations / around the father, all the mother / an angel / a sgorbietto / a piscialetto
    Days feverish baby / bird flights / between cradle and breast / rpm waltz / with relatives / rhythms of four / sleep, cry, baby food, burp / poop and pee in the diaper / tears and sobs in quantity / various tone
    Non-verbal communication / I'm hot, I'm hungry, I sleep, I'm sick / meaning not understood / misunderstood / wrong remedies / pacifier, milk, bottle / cover with pom pom / dolls with ding dong / Fenistil, Konakion, Otalgan, Mylicon
    Not misunderstood m'arrendo / mica touch the bottom / learn the trouble of being in the world "

  32. Micaela on March 25, 2007 wrote:

    "Girls who sleep under the gaze of God, I hope I never lose that patience in life is your best ally, you can know the joy of generosity and peace of those who expect nothing, to understand your accompany those aches and know altrui.Ti hope to have a clear look, a mouth prudent, including a nose, an ear unable to remember the intrigue, tears accurate and moderate. I wish you to believe in eternal life and to have the peace that gives faith ".... And even" Child, my gifts are courage, the ambizzione and restlessness. The success of love and farewell to loneliness. The taste for comets, and the water for you vita.Desidero ingegno.Uno intelligence and inquisitive look, a nose with memory, a mouth and speak accurately divine smile, legs that do not grow old, cried in a fierezza.Ti able to restore the hope of having a sense of time that the stars, the tenacity of the ants, the question of templi.Spero you have faith in the cards, the voice of someone who is gone, into the mouth of adventurers in the peace of men who forget, in the strength of your memories and in the future as a promise that contains everything good that you are not yet happened ... "
    Angeles Mastretta

  33. Micaela on March 25, 2007 wrote:

    Are constantly late, or as some people say I never hurry .. Maria Vittoria leave you with the daunting task of living a life in which to recognize Thee ...

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