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Thursday, December 23, 2010
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A sincere Merry Christmas to all e. .. do not eat too much! :-))))
A sincere Merry Christmas to all e. .. do not eat too much! :-))))
Saturday, December 18, 2010
Kates Playground Shower Watch
Pordenone. 1943. Dicembre. Lebkuchen.
arrived first band of diamonds and the children looked up and spotted the Stuka and the gray light of the low sky darkened as the summer arrival of the storm. The smell of the day changed and suddenly there was a burst of fire and turned back and went into the ditch, his heart pounding, terrifying as the sound of a Stuka falling perpendicular to interrupt the quiet in the countryside of a cold afternoon 24 December 1943. The Stuka
rushed straight and their hidden and panting in the bottom of the ditch is protected the head with her thin arms and trembling, 'that none of them had never seen a plane before falling. Terrified they covered their ears with their hands covered with cold dai geloni e chiusero gli occhi nel mentre che lo Stuka s'abbatteva al suolo. Il boato fece tremare la terra. Poi il silenzio. Un assoluto silenzio. Storditi i bambini si levarono le mani dalle orecchie e riaprirono gli occhi, lentamente. Ma rimase tutto silenzioso, come fossero diventati sordi all’improvviso, solo l'odore dell’aria era cambiato, sapeva di fumo e di bruciato. Piano cominciarono a strisciare fuori dal fosso. S'era alzato un vento freddo e gelido, un vento che aveva il sapore della neve. I bambini stettero a osservare l'aereo spezzato in due da lontano e poi uno di loro, piccolo, sottile e smagrito prese a correre veloce verso i resti.
Si chiamava Gustavo e aveva sette anni. Correva velocissimo, una piccola scheggia con le scarpe holes in the cold and detached that his knees and ears peeled sventoline. He ran and ran and did not hear the screams of recall from the distant fields of mother Grace. He was still stunned by the blast. He stopped a few meters away, not knowing what to do and where to go but it was decided and cautiously approached the nose of the plane and saw through the glass chipped the windshield on the pilot's body.
"El x is dead?" jumped suddenly heard the whisper behind him of Steno, the younger brother.
"If you falls from so high you died. Sure." he said, almost annoyed.
" Vatu inside you?" Bepi was nine years old and was the most big, bigger than all but the Xera even the most 'Mona. Behind him were the other new arrivals. We could feel the winds of misty condensation.
Again the silence was broken by the voice of her mother Grace was calling them. This time the little Gustavo heard her but he was not going to answer no. What happened was a fact incredible.
wandered around the two pieces of hot steaming in the frosty air. They found that the queue was another German dead. With eyes wide open he was lying on a crate of ammunition used on the gun rack. There were so many cartridges, and hurried to the other said, "we take." Saw between the feet of the dead a large bag of black leather.
It was a great teamwork and passing the first cartridge belt and then the second and followed by the others and finished the job of transporting you thought where to place. Do you think that you think back, it was decided it was better to bury them. It was winter. It was safer. It was cold and no one would have started to dig. We would think in the next few days what to do, which would come shortly thereafter the German gaurnigione still stationed in the country to monitor the wreckage. Children transport via out all the ammunition in front of the big oak tree that marked the boundary between a farm and another, with his hands dug a nice hole spends his time since the earth was cold and icy and it was a job pretty hard. The basement and put a stone to remember well the place of hiding. But they quickly knew that the Germans would be there. They were always arriving.
Not even from saying that the Germans were bad mass. They were like all great, we had to do what they wanted and that silent and quiet or you'll burn the barn, the house and then you shot hip ' off.
Paresempio : had happened the year before the family Piccinin. All shot dead. Apart from that Piero was a few months and was sleeping nicely in the cradle above. He slept in the big and imagine if he had woken up to a hail of gunfire. The hunger had to wake up hours later and luckily they were all aware of the farmers nearby and had decided to give proper burial when he dropped the night and had agreed with the priest, Don Carlo, who was praying in the farmyard for the poor remains of the family when he heard the screams of the baby upstairs and s' had rushed to take it. Then he went to the farm house Meneghel near doors, whispering to the miracle and the Menghel father had looked dazed "Don Carlo Setu matt? Cossa drio you are saying? Diocan s useless miracle! The x n'altra mouth to feed "Don Carlo had taken so many oaths that for a year or so Meneghel raised the acquittal was saying around the Meneghel father. It was turned out that a couple of months if he had a family and then un'altra e poi un'altra e il Piero passava di famiglia in famiglia sempre sorridente, 'ché per lui era importante solo mangiare e sopravvivere e proprio in quei giorni stazionava a casa del piccolo Gustavo. Nessuno aveva detto niente. Rientrava nel conto che quella era la guerra e che sarebbe un giorno finita e loro era solo contadini da generazioni e lo sapevano com'era fatta, la guerra. Arrivavano i soldati, distruggevano, razziavano e e bisognava far sparire donne e bambini nei granai casomai volessero violentare tutti. L'unico vero fattore negativo era che in quella zona da tre decenni erano diventati tutti socialisti e si sa come andavo le cose tra socialisti e fascisti. Comunque prima delle botte e dei litigi per Mussolini, bisognava piantare e raccogliere e cultivate and milk and run their farms. Despite the war, ugly, violent, and desperate affamante, the farmers knew that they had made another war with hail and scorching sun and illnesses and those of their animals and their plants. Little Gustavo
rubbed his dirty hands on his pants and looked at the remains of the tail. The set itself the image of the black market. She ran to the plane and disappeared inside. Steno's
went below but waited outside and asked, "Cossa Fatu ?"
"Hush" was where the eye passed by the German Cowgirl dead-eyed the bag between your feet. Not that he did fear the dead man was just that he had never visto uno con gli occhi così sbarrati. Alla fine si decise e fece scivolare la borsa fuori. Non era pesante. Se la portò agilmente fuori. Non voleva aprirla. Ma neanche poteva portarla a casa. O meglio poteva ma avrebbe dovuto dare spiegazioni e lui detestava l’idea di mettersi a spiegare i come e i perché sotto lo sguardo severo di papà Angelo. Anzi peggio avrebbe dovuto dividere il contenuto con tutta la famiglia, con papà Angelo che l'avrebbe continuato a guardare in silenzio con quel suo sguardo celesteceleste che gli si apriva sempre un mezzo buco nello stomaco quando lo trapassava e uh per non parlare della mamma Grazia che, a parte il viso non aveva niente di niente di grazia, era dura e algida e terribile, uh la mamma Grazia era teribile .
Allora decise di aprirla lì subito. S'avviò deciso verso il fosso piu lontano, coperto dagli alberi. Gli altri lo seguirono. Aprì le due cinturine che tenevano chiusa la borsa nera. Tirò fuori delle carte e un libro ma era tutto scritto in tedesco e decise che le avrebbe regalate alla sua maestra Minghetti, che era gentile e buona con tutti e sapeva tenere a bada anche i più turbolenti di loro. Sfogliando il libro cadde una foto. C’erano due bambini. Li guardarono " i xè bei ". disse Piero. Sorrisero. C'erano alcune lettere. Anche quelle decise che le avrebbe dato alla maestra. Tanto in casa nessuno leggeva. In fondo alla borsa avvolta dalla stagnola c'era ‘na roba. La prese con circospezione e la carefully discarded. It was a piece of bread, covered with a thin glaze of white sugar. It was brown and smelled good. Cinnamon, pepper and other smells unrecognizable. He had never smelled those smells there. Never.
The smell of bread wrapped them. Little Gustavo split in equal volumes of breads and all the children took him to the mouth slowly. The chewy. It tasted sweet and most remembered the clip of his aunt Joan who was the fire and the bread and wine on the day of Epiphany. Much more aromatic and without nuts. While chewing closed eyes ecstatically, 'because that flavor was indescribable. It was the unique taste of things unknown but very good, food away that none of them knew of which not even the name was known. Swallowed and looked happy. The small but not
Gustav downed throughout the last bite, sniffed the air tonight snow coming down, "he announced with his mouth still busy chewing. He kept chewing, weird Disney aware of his hunger that he would have eaten another kilo, and the sudden desire to escape from that place hungry.
On a cold afternoon of Christmas Eve now almost dusk, just before dinner, none of the children would have predicted that the flavor would have tried again years later. Grow up. By emigrants. Who in Germany and some in Switzerland. He also learned the name: lebkuchen . And the little Gustavo if not it would never have imagined that the spicy flavor of the bread would remain indelible in the memory, the smell of smoke twisted and burned, the sound of the roar of the Stuka dropped from the sky and a pair of staring eyes.
arrived first band of diamonds and the children looked up and spotted the Stuka and the gray light of the low sky darkened as the summer arrival of the storm. The smell of the day changed and suddenly there was a burst of fire and turned back and went into the ditch, his heart pounding, terrifying as the sound of a Stuka falling perpendicular to interrupt the quiet in the countryside of a cold afternoon 24 December 1943. The Stuka rushed straight and their hidden and panting in the bottom of the ditch is protected the head with her thin arms and trembling, 'that none of them had never seen a plane before falling. Terrified they covered their ears with their hands covered with cold dai geloni e chiusero gli occhi nel mentre che lo Stuka s'abbatteva al suolo. Il boato fece tremare la terra. Poi il silenzio. Un assoluto silenzio. Storditi i bambini si levarono le mani dalle orecchie e riaprirono gli occhi, lentamente. Ma rimase tutto silenzioso, come fossero diventati sordi all’improvviso, solo l'odore dell’aria era cambiato, sapeva di fumo e di bruciato. Piano cominciarono a strisciare fuori dal fosso. S'era alzato un vento freddo e gelido, un vento che aveva il sapore della neve. I bambini stettero a osservare l'aereo spezzato in due da lontano e poi uno di loro, piccolo, sottile e smagrito prese a correre veloce verso i resti.
Si chiamava Gustavo e aveva sette anni. Correva velocissimo, una piccola scheggia con le scarpe holes in the cold and detached that his knees and ears peeled sventoline. He ran and ran and did not hear the screams of recall from the distant fields of mother Grace. He was still stunned by the blast. He stopped a few meters away, not knowing what to do and where to go but it was decided and cautiously approached the nose of the plane and saw through the glass chipped the windshield on the pilot's body.
"El x is dead?" jumped suddenly heard the whisper behind him of Steno, the younger brother.
"If you falls from so high you died. Sure." he said, almost annoyed.
" Vatu inside you?" Bepi was nine years old and was the most big, bigger than all but the Xera even the most 'Mona. Behind him were the other new arrivals. We could feel the winds of misty condensation.
Again the silence was broken by the voice of her mother Grace was calling them. This time the little Gustavo heard her but he was not going to answer no. What happened was a fact incredible.
wandered around the two pieces of hot steaming in the frosty air. They found that the queue was another German dead. With eyes wide open he was lying on a crate of ammunition used on the gun rack. There were so many cartridges, and hurried to the other said, "we take." Saw between the feet of the dead a large bag of black leather.
It was a great teamwork and passing the first cartridge belt and then the second and followed by the others and finished the job of transporting you thought where to place. Do you think that you think back, it was decided it was better to bury them. It was winter. It was safer. It was cold and no one would have started to dig. We would think in the next few days what to do, which would come shortly thereafter the German gaurnigione still stationed in the country to monitor the wreckage. Children transport via out all the ammunition in front of the big oak tree that marked the boundary between a farm and another, with his hands dug a nice hole spends his time since the earth was cold and icy and it was a job pretty hard. The basement and put a stone to remember well the place of hiding. But they quickly knew that the Germans would be there. They were always arriving.
Not even from saying that the Germans were bad mass. They were like all great, we had to do what they wanted and that silent and quiet or you'll burn the barn, the house and then you shot hip ' off.
Paresempio : had happened the year before the family Piccinin. All shot dead. Apart from that Piero was a few months and was sleeping nicely in the cradle above. He slept in the big and imagine if he had woken up to a hail of gunfire. The hunger had to wake up hours later and luckily they were all aware of the farmers nearby and had decided to give proper burial when he dropped the night and had agreed with the priest, Don Carlo, who was praying in the farmyard for the poor remains of the family when he heard the screams of the baby upstairs and s' had rushed to take it. Then he went to the farm house Meneghel near doors, whispering to the miracle and the Menghel father had looked dazed "Don Carlo Setu matt? Cossa drio you are saying? Diocan s useless miracle! The x n'altra mouth to feed "Don Carlo had taken so many oaths that for a year or so Meneghel raised the acquittal was saying around the Meneghel father. It was turned out that a couple of months if he had a family and then un'altra e poi un'altra e il Piero passava di famiglia in famiglia sempre sorridente, 'ché per lui era importante solo mangiare e sopravvivere e proprio in quei giorni stazionava a casa del piccolo Gustavo. Nessuno aveva detto niente. Rientrava nel conto che quella era la guerra e che sarebbe un giorno finita e loro era solo contadini da generazioni e lo sapevano com'era fatta, la guerra. Arrivavano i soldati, distruggevano, razziavano e e bisognava far sparire donne e bambini nei granai casomai volessero violentare tutti. L'unico vero fattore negativo era che in quella zona da tre decenni erano diventati tutti socialisti e si sa come andavo le cose tra socialisti e fascisti. Comunque prima delle botte e dei litigi per Mussolini, bisognava piantare e raccogliere e cultivate and milk and run their farms. Despite the war, ugly, violent, and desperate affamante, the farmers knew that they had made another war with hail and scorching sun and illnesses and those of their animals and their plants. Little Gustavo
rubbed his dirty hands on his pants and looked at the remains of the tail. The set itself the image of the black market. She ran to the plane and disappeared inside. Steno's
went below but waited outside and asked, "Cossa Fatu ?"
"Hush" was where the eye passed by the German Cowgirl dead-eyed the bag between your feet. Not that he did fear the dead man was just that he had never visto uno con gli occhi così sbarrati. Alla fine si decise e fece scivolare la borsa fuori. Non era pesante. Se la portò agilmente fuori. Non voleva aprirla. Ma neanche poteva portarla a casa. O meglio poteva ma avrebbe dovuto dare spiegazioni e lui detestava l’idea di mettersi a spiegare i come e i perché sotto lo sguardo severo di papà Angelo. Anzi peggio avrebbe dovuto dividere il contenuto con tutta la famiglia, con papà Angelo che l'avrebbe continuato a guardare in silenzio con quel suo sguardo celesteceleste che gli si apriva sempre un mezzo buco nello stomaco quando lo trapassava e uh per non parlare della mamma Grazia che, a parte il viso non aveva niente di niente di grazia, era dura e algida e terribile, uh la mamma Grazia era teribile .
Allora decise di aprirla lì subito. S'avviò deciso verso il fosso piu lontano, coperto dagli alberi. Gli altri lo seguirono. Aprì le due cinturine che tenevano chiusa la borsa nera. Tirò fuori delle carte e un libro ma era tutto scritto in tedesco e decise che le avrebbe regalate alla sua maestra Minghetti, che era gentile e buona con tutti e sapeva tenere a bada anche i più turbolenti di loro. Sfogliando il libro cadde una foto. C’erano due bambini. Li guardarono " i xè bei ". disse Piero. Sorrisero. C'erano alcune lettere. Anche quelle decise che le avrebbe dato alla maestra. Tanto in casa nessuno leggeva. In fondo alla borsa avvolta dalla stagnola c'era ‘na roba. La prese con circospezione e la carefully discarded. It was a piece of bread, covered with a thin glaze of white sugar. It was brown and smelled good. Cinnamon, pepper and other smells unrecognizable. He had never smelled those smells there. Never.
The smell of bread wrapped them. Little Gustavo split in equal volumes of breads and all the children took him to the mouth slowly. The chewy. It tasted sweet and most remembered the clip of his aunt Joan who was the fire and the bread and wine on the day of Epiphany. Much more aromatic and without nuts. While chewing closed eyes ecstatically, 'because that flavor was indescribable. It was the unique taste of things unknown but very good, food away that none of them knew of which not even the name was known. Swallowed and looked happy. The small but not
Gustav downed throughout the last bite, sniffed the air tonight snow coming down, "he announced with his mouth still busy chewing. He kept chewing, weird Disney aware of his hunger that he would have eaten another kilo, and the sudden desire to escape from that place hungry.
On a cold afternoon of Christmas Eve now almost dusk, just before dinner, none of the children would have predicted that the flavor would have tried again years later. Grow up. By emigrants. Who in Germany and some in Switzerland. He also learned the name: lebkuchen . And the little Gustavo if not it would never have imagined that the spicy flavor of the bread would remain indelible in the memory, the smell of smoke twisted and burned, the sound of the roar of the Stuka dropped from the sky and a pair of staring eyes.
Another Christmas and another PSlA , tradition inaugurated by Sir , which is like a cake to give to Sir.
Friday, December 17, 2010
Feel Heartbeat In Stomach Noises In Stomach
Il monsone
continued to say that, so far as odd that there was no rain and not rain and the monsoon was so late and where was the monsoon. They seemed very much worried. Continued to say that last year at this time quite a cyclone had struck and devastated the region. They continued to say that this year there had been no rain in September, and there had been no signs of monsoon in October and where was the monsoon. And then finally arrived. And it is obvious the monsoon longest in the history of the century. Streets and neighborhoods flooded, overflowing rivers and are all happy. It must be said that the Indians have a fascinating relationship with the monsoons. Or rather, all people with water shortages have a relationship with the water almost sacred. His absence and the consequent desperate need us Westerners do not really ever understand them fully, until they come up in places where there is no water and little that is not drinkable. We in the West take for granted that you open the tap and drink in peace. And we should thank the Roman Empire and its aqueducts for giving us this material away, become cultural distance, the ease with which we draw from the sources. Out of our world, water is a precious good. And expensive. Here one lives in bottles and small tank. What flows from the taps should always boil. Everywhere there are warnings not to waste water and is acquired as a daily habit to turn off the tap while brushing teeth and showering with a bucket of 8 liters. No Western country that comes in the second and third world is not prepared to have water and s'innorridisce and gets scared because of the lack of hygiene resulting therefrom. All to say that here in mid-December and it continues to rain even cold: 23 degrees with humidity level 'at 100% and I'm putting the sweatshirt. Heavy. That is not normal. I know: it snows there. Come on, it's winter, not been in the tropics. I repeat: it is not normal. 
continued to say that, so far as odd that there was no rain and not rain and the monsoon was so late and where was the monsoon. They seemed very much worried. Continued to say that last year at this time quite a cyclone had struck and devastated the region. They continued to say that this year there had been no rain in September, and there had been no signs of monsoon in October and where was the monsoon. And then finally arrived. And it is obvious the monsoon longest in the history of the century. Streets and neighborhoods flooded, overflowing rivers and are all happy. It must be said that the Indians have a fascinating relationship with the monsoons. Or rather, all people with water shortages have a relationship with the water almost sacred. His absence and the consequent desperate need us Westerners do not really ever understand them fully, until they come up in places where there is no water and little that is not drinkable. We in the West take for granted that you open the tap and drink in peace. And we should thank the Roman Empire and its aqueducts for giving us this material away, become cultural distance, the ease with which we draw from the sources. Out of our world, water is a precious good. And expensive. Here one lives in bottles and small tank. What flows from the taps should always boil. Everywhere there are warnings not to waste water and is acquired as a daily habit to turn off the tap while brushing teeth and showering with a bucket of 8 liters. No Western country that comes in the second and third world is not prepared to have water and s'innorridisce and gets scared because of the lack of hygiene resulting therefrom. All to say that here in mid-December and it continues to rain even cold: 23 degrees with humidity level 'at 100% and I'm putting the sweatshirt. Heavy. That is not normal. I know: it snows there. Come on, it's winter, not been in the tropics. I repeat: it is not normal. Thursday, December 16, 2010
How Do You Fake Abortion Papers
Per gli amanti del fantasy - Secondo capitolo de "La spada bianca"
I put the pot on the stove to cook the vegetables that were left fist and saw Zephyr with sword in hand. He looked at her with adoration and respect, as if it were a sacred relic and it amused me. It was not the first time that a weapon was interested: I had previously caught while the study took in hand to the finish and the wire, but I had never said anything because I knew too well what attracted him to that sample unico. Rimproverarlo non sarebbe valso a nulla, poiché tutte le volte era stato così: inconsciamente amava e venerava quell'arma.
-Sensei,- chiese all'improvviso, continuando ad esaminare l’arma, -un giorno mi insegnerete ad usarla?-
-A cosa ti servirebbe?-
Distolse lo sguardo e mi fissò a lungo con quegli occhi penetranti e misteriosi e rispose:
-Non so. C'è molta gente cattiva e mi piacerebbe sapermi difendere.-
Annuii vagamente e risposi:
-Vedremo. Sei ancora troppo giovane e prima del braccio, occorre sviluppare la mente.-
Parve riflettere a lungo sulla mia risposta elusiva e questo mi lasciò libero di studiarlo con attenzione. Aveva nove anni e ne era già trascorso one since I had taken with me saving his life, but he seemed more mature, certainly more mature than his peers.
adolescent's face was sweet and attractive, an act to conceal his tough and uncompromising character, his eyes big and cut their long lashes were a pale green that sometimes bordered on the blue and their expression was ineffable. She had beautiful long hair and bulky that, from time to time, I took the time to shred, in color between the white and blue. Despite the appearance
child, I was sure would be great to become more attractive, if only to confirm its origin.
-Sensei, how old you are you? -
amused smile that question, aware of seeming like a relic.
-learn, dear Zephyr, which is not the passing of the seasons to make an old man. Can I get a hundred, two hundred years and the conservative spirit of the child. Sometimes appearances can deceive, do not forget .-
I peered closely at her with those sharp green eyes and I felt cut inch by inch. It was a good start: absolutely had to learn to assess the person in front of him, so as not to receive future deadly surprises.
-I will have a lot to learn before being ready, right? -
I nodded again and devoted myself to the vegetables. I asked him what he meant by not being ready, it was his karma to go in search of his brother, a search that would last for years to follow, a search that he did not even know to do.
-Tell me about you, sensei invited me .- laying the sword on the ground and sitting on the chair instead.
I was about to scold him, but I stopped in time, what would have been worth? Most of the men, the poor, had no chairs and everyone sat quietly on the ground, only that I had sought to comfort not to hurt my bones.
-Do you have any question in particular? -
-Be '... Why you live alone and far from any village? -
-To answer should tell the story of my life and I know from the outset that you'd like to listen to a long and tedious story. I'll tell you semplicemente che se ho scelto di isolarmi è stato esclusivamente per poter meglio sviluppare l'arte tramandatami dal maestro.-
-Arte? Anche voi avete avuto un sensei?- domandò senza riuscire a mascherare la sorpresa.
-E lui, a sua volta, ne ebbe uno, e così via fino a risalire ai primordi della vita. Maestri che si sono scelti un allievo per istruirlo alla sacra Via Divina, affinché potesse egli stesso, un giorno, diventare maestro e tramandare la Via Divina ad un nuovo allievo.-
-Voi siete l'ultimo.- constatò con semplicità.
-Per il momento.-
Mi fissò un secondo, quindi chinò appena la testa ed annuì con gravità, come un uomo maturo.
-Io sono il vostro allievo, vero?-
because I did not answer this one, although put in a question, it was a mere observation. I just look at him in passing in his eyes, then rest again attention to dinner.
I enjoyed the rush that put that puppy in wanting to learn and understand, and I thought to myself when I was young, inexperienced, insecure, with a great desire to get rich, but morally and physically.
-What 's the art of Divine Way? -
-Wait a precise answer, I suppose, I can not give it to you. And to understand just why. For now know that centuries ago, I called wizard, sorcerer, druid, but the divine path is not none of this: is the study of the potential of the body .-
I knew that I was gazing, even though I gave away and I knew that, unconsciously, would not have made the case for centuries, to which I alluded deliberately.
"Then you have nothing to teach me: I already know my body .-
patronizing smile to his arrogance and I pointed out:
of your body-you only know the limits .-
I turned to pick up his withering glance and felt his young pride bleed with anger, as stabbed to treason.
-doubt you still have a lot to learn, - I continued,-and certainly not you just have one life. But I will make sure to fill the void in you .- ~
I know that the moment of my passing is degrading the horizon as the setting sun and I know what to expect before they allow me to join the Divine Wind, but I have no fear.
Since I was born I have always had a hand in the course of my life and the knowledge it has never locked my actions. Yet, as happens every time I come to an end, if I think back to Zephyr nostalgia. I should not, because I will finish it because, as I put an end to my teacher, but the bond which for years has kept us together can not be erased easily.
At first I was just me to live his life over time, learning, he entered the mine and we became one person, as I became with my teacher and it will come again. But that was many years later: for now Zephyr was still small and isolated from the rest of the world we lived in that shack of two rooms that pompously called home. Around us were raging cruelty and barbarism, feelings that, despite the destruction, the man had not yet been able to eradicate from his being. I knew that sooner or later we would run into this world bloody and unscrupulous, but I did everything to delay that inevitable day, trying to teach the Zephyr Kamido force.
"Why should I learn to be patient? -
-is a conditio sine qua non. It is the first step to gain perfection .-
-State losing time, sensei:'ll never be patient. The blood that flows in my veins inspires me to avenge my family destroyed, razed the village and the people slaughtered without any mercy. No, - ended with a grimace, not-will I ever learn to be patient if my mind remembers that day .-
Although cold words came out of the mouth, the tone was calm, almost serene and this took me by surprise. His self-control had always been large compared to my when I was her age and I knew that the honor would have been useful to learn more intensively.
-So how do you feel, I can feel it with you. But I assure you it is not by instinct, with the irrationality that will solve anything. Only patience will make you strong and invulnerable .-
-You are a wise man, sensei and undoubtedly have gained much experience in life, but I do not think you can understand my state of mind .- I dismissed with a vague wave of his hand.
-This is the first limit of your body: do not believe. The second is to have no patience .-
-Believe in what? -
just smiled in response: In the power of the mind-
.- I can still remember the stunned expression on her pretty painted face gave me trouble. His thinking was not yet in tune with mine and I had to fight so much it opened to the truth.
But over the years, the student would surpass the teacher, would have destroyed and then one day be destroyed in turn by their students. Zephyr did not know it yet but I already lived in the future, already lived my death and yet I still see the future of my students become master.
~
He spent most of his time meditating, focusing to acquire the patience that was missing and I secretly admired his tenacity. This was one of the things that set him apart from me he wanted to learn everything at once and I nourish within the time allowed, after all, that was a behavior that they reveal his impatience. Despite this little flaw, which in time would disappear completely, I could not wish for better student.
One day I joined him on the rocks that lined il rigagnolo dal quale prelevavamo l'acqua e che scorreva placido accanto alla catapecchia e rimasi ad osservarlo a lungo, mentre i caldi raggi del sole davano maggior risalto alle sue lunghe ciocche cerulee.
Stava meditando e non lo disturbai. Mi sedetti sopra una roccia ed attesi, contemplando il desolato scenario che si stendeva a perdita d'occhio. Tutto l'intero pianeta ormai era deserto e rovine, macerie e polvere già da più di trent'anni, sotto il sole che bruciava tutto e tutti con il suo calore inesauribile. Ma avrebbe continuato ad esserlo ancora per poco e quando tornerò so già che non sarà più così, grazie a Zephyr ed al suo amico.
-Perché proprio io?- chiese all'improvviso.
Stava ancora in profonda concentration, but had warned my silent and discreet presence.
-There are people - I said softly, which is given to-hate, others love. There are people to whom you gave sense, others understand. There are people, you and I, which are given to understand and know
.--Are you certain that that person really me? - Asked skeptically.
-I know, karma as well. You prove it to me every day .-
He was quiet and mind penetrated in her, sharing their feelings and emotions. I saw what he saw and was enchanted before the infinite landscape of ice that emerged from her subconscious. Harmony and poetry, peace and serenity were the dominant notes that filled the heart, creating shades subtle sensations. And there, on the white ice-blue, I saw how I was actually: an old man with his long white beard, sunken cheeks, her eyes tired and ivory surrounded by deep wrinkles, white hair long and almost always hidden by the enormous cap, the cloak that I covered up the foot, hid the body emaciated but still full of vitality. I could look like a ghost, that was my point, so far deteriorated further, but the light that lit up my eyes half-closed eyelids revealed by the heavy force was trying to hide. Even
Zephyr saw me and felt her body vibrate with disbelief.
"You're just you, sensei?" In my mind? "He thought, amazed.
"I wonder that?"
"We ... We're talking! "
" is the first time that we do and this is further confirmation: you're the right person. Otherwise, I'd even seen. Your sensitivity is still weak, but with time and the exercise is consolidate and become one person that day. "
astonishment and stress caused him to lose concentration and woke up blinking, staring at how you can look for the first time something wonderful, elusive and inexplicable. I knew exactly what she felt, without having to break into his thoughts was the same feeling of bewilderment and helplessness felt in my time.
The rite continued to be repeated, relentless and mysterious: the same emotions, concerns and curiosities.
I put the pot on the stove to cook the vegetables that were left fist and saw Zephyr with sword in hand. He looked at her with adoration and respect, as if it were a sacred relic and it amused me. It was not the first time that a weapon was interested: I had previously caught while the study took in hand to the finish and the wire, but I had never said anything because I knew too well what attracted him to that sample unico. Rimproverarlo non sarebbe valso a nulla, poiché tutte le volte era stato così: inconsciamente amava e venerava quell'arma.
-Sensei,- chiese all'improvviso, continuando ad esaminare l’arma, -un giorno mi insegnerete ad usarla?-
-A cosa ti servirebbe?-
Distolse lo sguardo e mi fissò a lungo con quegli occhi penetranti e misteriosi e rispose:
-Non so. C'è molta gente cattiva e mi piacerebbe sapermi difendere.-
Annuii vagamente e risposi:
-Vedremo. Sei ancora troppo giovane e prima del braccio, occorre sviluppare la mente.-
Parve riflettere a lungo sulla mia risposta elusiva e questo mi lasciò libero di studiarlo con attenzione. Aveva nove anni e ne era già trascorso one since I had taken with me saving his life, but he seemed more mature, certainly more mature than his peers.
adolescent's face was sweet and attractive, an act to conceal his tough and uncompromising character, his eyes big and cut their long lashes were a pale green that sometimes bordered on the blue and their expression was ineffable. She had beautiful long hair and bulky that, from time to time, I took the time to shred, in color between the white and blue. Despite the appearance
child, I was sure would be great to become more attractive, if only to confirm its origin.
-Sensei, how old you are you? -
amused smile that question, aware of seeming like a relic.
-learn, dear Zephyr, which is not the passing of the seasons to make an old man. Can I get a hundred, two hundred years and the conservative spirit of the child. Sometimes appearances can deceive, do not forget .-
I peered closely at her with those sharp green eyes and I felt cut inch by inch. It was a good start: absolutely had to learn to assess the person in front of him, so as not to receive future deadly surprises.
-I will have a lot to learn before being ready, right? -
I nodded again and devoted myself to the vegetables. I asked him what he meant by not being ready, it was his karma to go in search of his brother, a search that would last for years to follow, a search that he did not even know to do.
-Tell me about you, sensei invited me .- laying the sword on the ground and sitting on the chair instead.
I was about to scold him, but I stopped in time, what would have been worth? Most of the men, the poor, had no chairs and everyone sat quietly on the ground, only that I had sought to comfort not to hurt my bones.
-Do you have any question in particular? -
-Be '... Why you live alone and far from any village? -
-To answer should tell the story of my life and I know from the outset that you'd like to listen to a long and tedious story. I'll tell you semplicemente che se ho scelto di isolarmi è stato esclusivamente per poter meglio sviluppare l'arte tramandatami dal maestro.-
-Arte? Anche voi avete avuto un sensei?- domandò senza riuscire a mascherare la sorpresa.
-E lui, a sua volta, ne ebbe uno, e così via fino a risalire ai primordi della vita. Maestri che si sono scelti un allievo per istruirlo alla sacra Via Divina, affinché potesse egli stesso, un giorno, diventare maestro e tramandare la Via Divina ad un nuovo allievo.-
-Voi siete l'ultimo.- constatò con semplicità.
-Per il momento.-
Mi fissò un secondo, quindi chinò appena la testa ed annuì con gravità, come un uomo maturo.
-Io sono il vostro allievo, vero?-
because I did not answer this one, although put in a question, it was a mere observation. I just look at him in passing in his eyes, then rest again attention to dinner.
I enjoyed the rush that put that puppy in wanting to learn and understand, and I thought to myself when I was young, inexperienced, insecure, with a great desire to get rich, but morally and physically.
-What 's the art of Divine Way? -
-Wait a precise answer, I suppose, I can not give it to you. And to understand just why. For now know that centuries ago, I called wizard, sorcerer, druid, but the divine path is not none of this: is the study of the potential of the body .-
I knew that I was gazing, even though I gave away and I knew that, unconsciously, would not have made the case for centuries, to which I alluded deliberately.
"Then you have nothing to teach me: I already know my body .-
patronizing smile to his arrogance and I pointed out:
of your body-you only know the limits .-
I turned to pick up his withering glance and felt his young pride bleed with anger, as stabbed to treason.
-doubt you still have a lot to learn, - I continued,-and certainly not you just have one life. But I will make sure to fill the void in you .- ~
I know that the moment of my passing is degrading the horizon as the setting sun and I know what to expect before they allow me to join the Divine Wind, but I have no fear.
Since I was born I have always had a hand in the course of my life and the knowledge it has never locked my actions. Yet, as happens every time I come to an end, if I think back to Zephyr nostalgia. I should not, because I will finish it because, as I put an end to my teacher, but the bond which for years has kept us together can not be erased easily.
At first I was just me to live his life over time, learning, he entered the mine and we became one person, as I became with my teacher and it will come again. But that was many years later: for now Zephyr was still small and isolated from the rest of the world we lived in that shack of two rooms that pompously called home. Around us were raging cruelty and barbarism, feelings that, despite the destruction, the man had not yet been able to eradicate from his being. I knew that sooner or later we would run into this world bloody and unscrupulous, but I did everything to delay that inevitable day, trying to teach the Zephyr Kamido force.
"Why should I learn to be patient? -
-is a conditio sine qua non. It is the first step to gain perfection .-
-State losing time, sensei:'ll never be patient. The blood that flows in my veins inspires me to avenge my family destroyed, razed the village and the people slaughtered without any mercy. No, - ended with a grimace, not-will I ever learn to be patient if my mind remembers that day .-
Although cold words came out of the mouth, the tone was calm, almost serene and this took me by surprise. His self-control had always been large compared to my when I was her age and I knew that the honor would have been useful to learn more intensively.
-So how do you feel, I can feel it with you. But I assure you it is not by instinct, with the irrationality that will solve anything. Only patience will make you strong and invulnerable .-
-You are a wise man, sensei and undoubtedly have gained much experience in life, but I do not think you can understand my state of mind .- I dismissed with a vague wave of his hand.
-This is the first limit of your body: do not believe. The second is to have no patience .-
-Believe in what? -
just smiled in response: In the power of the mind-
.- I can still remember the stunned expression on her pretty painted face gave me trouble. His thinking was not yet in tune with mine and I had to fight so much it opened to the truth.
But over the years, the student would surpass the teacher, would have destroyed and then one day be destroyed in turn by their students. Zephyr did not know it yet but I already lived in the future, already lived my death and yet I still see the future of my students become master.
~
He spent most of his time meditating, focusing to acquire the patience that was missing and I secretly admired his tenacity. This was one of the things that set him apart from me he wanted to learn everything at once and I nourish within the time allowed, after all, that was a behavior that they reveal his impatience. Despite this little flaw, which in time would disappear completely, I could not wish for better student.
One day I joined him on the rocks that lined il rigagnolo dal quale prelevavamo l'acqua e che scorreva placido accanto alla catapecchia e rimasi ad osservarlo a lungo, mentre i caldi raggi del sole davano maggior risalto alle sue lunghe ciocche cerulee.
Stava meditando e non lo disturbai. Mi sedetti sopra una roccia ed attesi, contemplando il desolato scenario che si stendeva a perdita d'occhio. Tutto l'intero pianeta ormai era deserto e rovine, macerie e polvere già da più di trent'anni, sotto il sole che bruciava tutto e tutti con il suo calore inesauribile. Ma avrebbe continuato ad esserlo ancora per poco e quando tornerò so già che non sarà più così, grazie a Zephyr ed al suo amico.
-Perché proprio io?- chiese all'improvviso.
Stava ancora in profonda concentration, but had warned my silent and discreet presence.
-There are people - I said softly, which is given to-hate, others love. There are people to whom you gave sense, others understand. There are people, you and I, which are given to understand and know
.--Are you certain that that person really me? - Asked skeptically.
-I know, karma as well. You prove it to me every day .-
He was quiet and mind penetrated in her, sharing their feelings and emotions. I saw what he saw and was enchanted before the infinite landscape of ice that emerged from her subconscious. Harmony and poetry, peace and serenity were the dominant notes that filled the heart, creating shades subtle sensations. And there, on the white ice-blue, I saw how I was actually: an old man with his long white beard, sunken cheeks, her eyes tired and ivory surrounded by deep wrinkles, white hair long and almost always hidden by the enormous cap, the cloak that I covered up the foot, hid the body emaciated but still full of vitality. I could look like a ghost, that was my point, so far deteriorated further, but the light that lit up my eyes half-closed eyelids revealed by the heavy force was trying to hide. Even
Zephyr saw me and felt her body vibrate with disbelief.
"You're just you, sensei?" In my mind? "He thought, amazed.
"I wonder that?"
"We ... We're talking! "
" is the first time that we do and this is further confirmation: you're the right person. Otherwise, I'd even seen. Your sensitivity is still weak, but with time and the exercise is consolidate and become one person that day. "
astonishment and stress caused him to lose concentration and woke up blinking, staring at how you can look for the first time something wonderful, elusive and inexplicable. I knew exactly what she felt, without having to break into his thoughts was the same feeling of bewilderment and helplessness felt in my time.
The rite continued to be repeated, relentless and mysterious: the same emotions, concerns and curiosities.
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Tuesday, December 14, 2010
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Sunday, December 12, 2010
Can You Wear An Untucked Shirt Under A Vest?
Per gli amanti del fantasy - Primo capitolo de "La spada bianca"
I awoke with a start at night, knowing that what I had dreamed was not the result of an unbridled imagination, but reality, a cruel and bitter reality. All my old body was cold, as if I had slept an eternal sleep, but I'm not surprised: after all the life and death for me were two inseparable entities who were with me and accompany me still, from time immemorial.
I got up from bed slowly, I took the tattered coat on a chair and put it on over trousers and shirt, also cut to the bone, perhaps more than me. The gaze fell on my sword, a beautiful and ancient Katana, resting on the ground near the wall, I knew only too well that where I was going I would not have served and left her there.
me wrapped in his cloak, covered my head with hood, and I hurried out of the shack where I was staying for many years, and also in the cold night. The starry sky, though dull, he showed me the way in the desert with my serious step and began to walk without the boldness and the spirit of a young man.
I was heading to meet something that would change my life and I was aware. It was not sixth sense, much less any emotional reaction to let me know, but my perfect knowledge of past and future, as I knew, and know the secrets of life and death.
was written from time immemorial that this day would come and I could not do anything but accept the inevitable. While
continue on the path for a moment I looked around and saw only evanescent starlight wilderness and solitude. This thing was all too familiar to me because, for years, I chose to live in isolation, as a hermit and the few survivors of the disaster did not even know you existed. Or rather, they were sure he was dead; since I had long since passed the century of life.
It was almost dawn when they finally arrived on the spot.
The scene that presented to me in the eyes was identical to the view: the van was burned and blackened skeleton was smoking again, raising a black column to the clear sky. I went up and I glanced inside and bones, or what remained, scattered on the driver's seat I confirmed that the man had been burned with the van. With a sigh, I looked away and peered around.
A river flowed nearby, almost dried up from the everlasting hot sun, and went looking sadly disfigured and mutilated the body of the woman who had appeared beautiful vision for me. Water flowing from his long hair and made them shine like diamonds in the light of dawn, while the outstretched arm that bore witness to the last he tried to protect someone. At his side, along the shore, lying on his back the body of the boy, little more than one child and promptly walked up to him. I knelt down and I turned gently, lifted the head while avoiding the hair from her face pale, fearful of being late and arrived at my touch his pale lips quivered slightly, making me breathe a sigh of relief.
Gently I took her up, deliberately ignoring the wound that tore in two the chest and from which blood continues to flow and I proceeded to retrace my steps, knowing that the other child would not have found.
~
I remember that for a moment the boy died, I felt his soul leave quietly, unobtrusively, ready to betray him when most needed her, bringing with them a few years of life lived. In spite of my experience, I knew I could not do anything: I just had to wait.
He stood at his bedside, his eyes closed and one hand on the wound had been sewn together and would leave a nasty scar to remember forever. His heart stood still young, but I knew with certainty that his brain and his body was alive and who clamored for the return to life. While I was there waiting
che la sua anima tornasse, vidi il suo passato, così chiaro e limpido che mi parve di viverlo in prima persona.
All'inizio tutto era buio e non riuscivo a respirare, mentre mi dondolavo e mi rigiravo in un liquido sconosciuto che mi faceva sentire protetto. Provavo la sensazione di fluttuare in un universo scuro, senza luci e, nonostante il buio, non avevo paura. Capii che mi trovavo nell'utero materno e mi godetti quegli attimi privi di peso, dove mi muovevo con estrema facilità. Solo quando fu il momento di nascere qualcosa mi attanagliò lo stomaco, mentre venivo spinto dentro un cunicolo troppo stretto per la mia struttura fisica e sentii un dolore lancinante nell'attimo stesso in cui vidi la luce per la prima volta.
Ma se quella volta fu solo una sensazione, ricordo perfettamente il dolore che ho provato tutte le volte che sono venuto al mondo. Questa, però, è un’altra storia.
Vidi il ragazzo crescere robusto e sereno, circondato dall'affetto dei genitori e protetto dalla cattiveria umana dalla solidarietà degli abitanti del suo villaggio. Provai la sua stessa gioia quando, a sei anni, nacque il fratellino, che lui vedeva come un esserino grinzoso e niente affatto attraente. La sua famiglia si dedicava alla coltivazione di un piccolo pezzo di terra insieme a tutti gli abitanti del villaggio e lui, quando non doveva badare al fratellino, aiutava volentieri nella semina o nel raccolto, contribuendo, nel suo piccolo, al benessere della comunità. Fin quando un day the King had decided to occupy the entire village to make a residence, confiscating land and enslave the inhabitants. For this reason, his family, in the commotion that was created, had fled, but the army of the King, who was there just for them, had joined them and had killed their parents mercilessly and mortally wounded the boy, believed dead , and taking away the baby.
The story was now in this, but nevertheless, I continued to see the boy grow up with an old man who acted as master to make it perfect. His future was no longer a secret to me and what I saw made me suffer very.
opened my eyes and I knew the kid was alive again: his soul was returned, Kamido sent back to the drawings.
Then I got up from his chair, took a bowl of water and moisten the towel with a pale face and cold.
I awoke with a start at night, knowing that what I had dreamed was not the result of an unbridled imagination, but reality, a cruel and bitter reality. All my old body was cold, as if I had slept an eternal sleep, but I'm not surprised: after all the life and death for me were two inseparable entities who were with me and accompany me still, from time immemorial.
I got up from bed slowly, I took the tattered coat on a chair and put it on over trousers and shirt, also cut to the bone, perhaps more than me. The gaze fell on my sword, a beautiful and ancient Katana, resting on the ground near the wall, I knew only too well that where I was going I would not have served and left her there.
me wrapped in his cloak, covered my head with hood, and I hurried out of the shack where I was staying for many years, and also in the cold night. The starry sky, though dull, he showed me the way in the desert with my serious step and began to walk without the boldness and the spirit of a young man.
I was heading to meet something that would change my life and I was aware. It was not sixth sense, much less any emotional reaction to let me know, but my perfect knowledge of past and future, as I knew, and know the secrets of life and death.
was written from time immemorial that this day would come and I could not do anything but accept the inevitable. While
continue on the path for a moment I looked around and saw only evanescent starlight wilderness and solitude. This thing was all too familiar to me because, for years, I chose to live in isolation, as a hermit and the few survivors of the disaster did not even know you existed. Or rather, they were sure he was dead; since I had long since passed the century of life.
It was almost dawn when they finally arrived on the spot.
The scene that presented to me in the eyes was identical to the view: the van was burned and blackened skeleton was smoking again, raising a black column to the clear sky. I went up and I glanced inside and bones, or what remained, scattered on the driver's seat I confirmed that the man had been burned with the van. With a sigh, I looked away and peered around.
A river flowed nearby, almost dried up from the everlasting hot sun, and went looking sadly disfigured and mutilated the body of the woman who had appeared beautiful vision for me. Water flowing from his long hair and made them shine like diamonds in the light of dawn, while the outstretched arm that bore witness to the last he tried to protect someone. At his side, along the shore, lying on his back the body of the boy, little more than one child and promptly walked up to him. I knelt down and I turned gently, lifted the head while avoiding the hair from her face pale, fearful of being late and arrived at my touch his pale lips quivered slightly, making me breathe a sigh of relief.
Gently I took her up, deliberately ignoring the wound that tore in two the chest and from which blood continues to flow and I proceeded to retrace my steps, knowing that the other child would not have found.
~
I remember that for a moment the boy died, I felt his soul leave quietly, unobtrusively, ready to betray him when most needed her, bringing with them a few years of life lived. In spite of my experience, I knew I could not do anything: I just had to wait.
He stood at his bedside, his eyes closed and one hand on the wound had been sewn together and would leave a nasty scar to remember forever. His heart stood still young, but I knew with certainty that his brain and his body was alive and who clamored for the return to life. While I was there waiting
che la sua anima tornasse, vidi il suo passato, così chiaro e limpido che mi parve di viverlo in prima persona.
All'inizio tutto era buio e non riuscivo a respirare, mentre mi dondolavo e mi rigiravo in un liquido sconosciuto che mi faceva sentire protetto. Provavo la sensazione di fluttuare in un universo scuro, senza luci e, nonostante il buio, non avevo paura. Capii che mi trovavo nell'utero materno e mi godetti quegli attimi privi di peso, dove mi muovevo con estrema facilità. Solo quando fu il momento di nascere qualcosa mi attanagliò lo stomaco, mentre venivo spinto dentro un cunicolo troppo stretto per la mia struttura fisica e sentii un dolore lancinante nell'attimo stesso in cui vidi la luce per la prima volta.
Ma se quella volta fu solo una sensazione, ricordo perfettamente il dolore che ho provato tutte le volte che sono venuto al mondo. Questa, però, è un’altra storia.
Vidi il ragazzo crescere robusto e sereno, circondato dall'affetto dei genitori e protetto dalla cattiveria umana dalla solidarietà degli abitanti del suo villaggio. Provai la sua stessa gioia quando, a sei anni, nacque il fratellino, che lui vedeva come un esserino grinzoso e niente affatto attraente. La sua famiglia si dedicava alla coltivazione di un piccolo pezzo di terra insieme a tutti gli abitanti del villaggio e lui, quando non doveva badare al fratellino, aiutava volentieri nella semina o nel raccolto, contribuendo, nel suo piccolo, al benessere della comunità. Fin quando un day the King had decided to occupy the entire village to make a residence, confiscating land and enslave the inhabitants. For this reason, his family, in the commotion that was created, had fled, but the army of the King, who was there just for them, had joined them and had killed their parents mercilessly and mortally wounded the boy, believed dead , and taking away the baby.
The story was now in this, but nevertheless, I continued to see the boy grow up with an old man who acted as master to make it perfect. His future was no longer a secret to me and what I saw made me suffer very.
opened my eyes and I knew the kid was alive again: his soul was returned, Kamido sent back to the drawings.
Then I got up from his chair, took a bowl of water and moisten the towel with a pale face and cold.
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Vitex Starch Briggs Reaction
Un bel giorno per guardare
I'm here I'm working on Christmas menus and I'm going around the net and I find that is that there is a great desire for novelty or at least I do not see them on the internet. Study and see if there are new ideas (both those that have already been all good inventate) non è facile. Anzi. Sfogliare e sfogliare menù, guardare foto su foto, immagazzinare ricette su ricette, a fine giornata mi ritrovo come se mi fossi fatta la classica abbuffata. E diventa tutto pesante che vien voglia di bermi il Fernet. Che mi fa pure schifo. 
I'm here I'm working on Christmas menus and I'm going around the net and I find that is that there is a great desire for novelty or at least I do not see them on the internet. Study and see if there are new ideas (both those that have already been all good inventate) non è facile. Anzi. Sfogliare e sfogliare menù, guardare foto su foto, immagazzinare ricette su ricette, a fine giornata mi ritrovo come se mi fossi fatta la classica abbuffata. E diventa tutto pesante che vien voglia di bermi il Fernet. Che mi fa pure schifo. Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
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Agemina
Preview
I invite you to read the preview of my book that takes part in a competition. A comment is appreciated, thanks!
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I invite you to read the preview of my book that takes part in a competition. A comment is appreciated, thanks!
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Ms. Pettigrew Lives For A Day Sheet Music
Dal blog di Grillo
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An abomination.
http://www.beppegrillo. it/2010/12/il_massacro_degli_animali_ora_anche_on_line.html
An abomination.
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Monday, December 6, 2010
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
What A God Mother Should Write On A Card
Sconti natalizi
Carina Lulu of the idea of \u200b\u200bgiving us the opportunity to authors to post the discount on our books. I would say that at this point the price list of the U.S. site can easily compete with the Italian one Ilmiolibro.
Carina Lulu of the idea of \u200b\u200bgiving us the opportunity to authors to post the discount on our books. I would say that at this point the price list of the U.S. site can easily compete with the Italian one Ilmiolibro.
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Friday, November 26, 2010
How To Get Rid Of Breakout After Waxing Eyebrows
Natale
Christmas is coming ... Give yourself a book!
The culture has no limits.
Christmas is coming ... Give yourself a book!
The culture has no limits.
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Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Where Can I Empty My Boats Toilet
Enrico Toti
(Rome, August 20, 1882 - Monfalcone, August 6, 1916)
The Alps, this grand spectacle nature, this bulwark that protects us from the cold north winds and, in theory, there should have been saved from invasion ... The dazzling whiteness of white is so strong that I have to squint while people around me dashes to the cable car, wrapped up in overalls, wind, similar to penguins colorful and I look down to peek: I look like a penguin and it makes me smile with amusement.
A bird of prey, I do not recognize because of the glare caused by snow, zipping in the clear sky, emitting a high-pitched echoes in the valley and the calling my undivided attention. E 'spectacular. Some German tourists
joke, with red cheeks that stand out on white skin, fair hair and blue eyes like gold as the sky and I'm about to join them, when someone grabs me firmly by the arm holding me. Swallow the scream of fear I rose in my throat and I spun around, remained staring with wide eyes. A very quick look at his right leg alone makes me swallow and I am staring at him spellbound.
-Now no longer afraid, do you? - Begins with a strong Roman accent. Teutonic
wink to the boys and I shake my head, realizing that they are excited. My breath is short, my heart was galloping in front of this young man possessed minutes from drooping mustache and prominent nose.
-Enrico Toti ... - whisper, still incredulous. He mentions a
impercettibile inchino e sbircio la sua famosissima gruccia che lo sorregge.
-Ma tu ti fidi di loro?-
Capisco che si sta riferendo nuovamente ai turisti e con condiscendenza rispondo:
-Sì, mi fido. Non è più come una volta, credimi.-
Esita, poco convinto, e continua:
-Eccellenti soldati. Veri guerrieri. E' stato duro combatterli. Ma, lasciatelo dire da chi li ha visti in opera con i propri occhi, vere macchine belligeranti.-
-Oh, ma loro non sono più…-
-Le hai viste le loro trincee? Le loro, non le nostre o quelle francesi.- ribadisce. -Erano in grado di scavare trincee corredate di tutto, persino di brande comode, in metà del tempo che occorreva a noi od ai nostri alleati. I have never seen such trenches. Real impassable ramparts .-
nods as she speaks, her eyes, lost in a distant memory in time that we, although neighbors at the time, we can not perceive its full rawness. I can only try to imagine the new Italians, who were part of a united Italy in 1870, these young people, point blank, have seen the collapse of the boundary between one region and another, the Sardinians have come in close contact with from Puglia, with the Tuscans, with the Venetians, with the Romans rather than from Puglia, Romans or Sardinians, Italians, but with a lot of country, national anthem, in all respects identical to the British, the French, the Austrians, the Russian-
... My God ... as the period of sublime self-sacrifice for the achievement of a high ideal ... - whisper against my slumber.
-You can say, girl! - Exclaims with strong pride.
A second later I see him grow dark and a little china 'forward to whisper:
-And to think that someone now wants to divide Italy once again! Do you realize? -
I can understand very well the anger of those who, like him, gave his life for Italy and I wonder what he thinks of Italy today. Better to fly.
-You are in Rome, right? -
-Rome, yes, the last to be annexed to the kingdom, thanks to the brave riflemen
.- The eyes sparkle and I take this opportunity to ask
-It 's why you six enrolled in shooters, despite the handicap? -
-Sure! Sharpshooters cycling. Well, '- admits with some reluctance, I had to insist a bit' ... -
I smile, thinking back on his life, his accident at work in 1908 as today, has taken away the leg, his iron will to be equal in all respects to the other, the bicycle that took him around the world, until the outbreak of war, the Great War.
"My ardent patriot could not tolerate that Trento and Trieste were still in the hands of the Austrians, so I did everything to enlist. I pleaded with the Duke of Aosta, while leaving for the front-
.- And once there? - I see
esitare un attimo, si gratta la nuca e sorride, con quel suo sfavillante ottimismo che lo ha sempre contraddistinto.
-Be', il fronte non era certo rose e fiori… Facevo la spola tra i feriti, portando conforto, posta e tutto l'aiuto possibile. Ma ero comunque un infiltrato.- ammette.
-Un infiltrato?- ripeto sconcertata.
-Che vuoi… La mia unica gamba non mi permetteva di venire arruolato; tuttavia io sono partito lo stesso, con una divisa senza mostrine né stellette, ma con tanta voglia di dimostrare il mio orgoglio di essere italiano.-
-Sei stato a lungo a Cervignano, vero?-
-Sì. Mi trovavo bene, anche se a volte incappavo nei soldati che provenivano dal fronte e non comprendevano il mio entusiasmo. Of course, - he added with a shrug,-imagined the horrors of the trenches, but for me to participate in the war meant to fulfill your dream of our forefathers who had managed to unify Italy, meant to legitimize Porta Pia and demonstrate that the efforts of the fathers were not All in vain .-
his face, eyes mouth, shining light as we speak and a lump in my throat suddenly closes. This man was driven by pure ideals, devoid of politics and rhetoric, driven only by the enthusiasm and pride of being Italian and ask: How much did
-for you to be Roman? -
-Lots. I was the son of the last papal stronghold, the one that was determined to remain independent and did not think of any way to recognize the Savoy monarchs as legitimate. In Rome there is an air strange when I was born, just twelve years after the taking of Porta Pia: on the one hand, the atavistic attachment to the pope, on the other link to the new king. But we Romans are strange people, we adapt to everything. I am proud and proud to be Roman and it was this awareness that drove up to the trenches: to demonstrate the value of a trasteverino
-.- At the end you're going to make you enlist
.--Yes! Finally, in 1916, I took in the Third Cyclists Sharpshooters, Pinerolo Brigade. From then on I could be with my comrades in the trenches, and though I had not been allowed to participate actively in the fighting, stay with my teammates, and often they read the newspaper, the letters, because ... Well, 'those who studied at the time were very few, I was lucky to make the primary and I was not ignorant. I even wrote in a newspaper. And they asked me to read the letters, to write and I did everything possible to maintain high morale. I often ventured into no man's land and they scolded me, telling me that it was dangerous, but I was not afraid, death .-
were a bit 'reckless, admit it .- smile.
nods and inhales deeply the fresh air.
when I try to imagine it was decided that the attack on August 6 at an altitude of 85, he jumps with his comrades against the enemy trenches, supported by the hanger that always accompanied him, while urging his companions loudly. I try to imagine him sitting on the wall of the trench and shoot the gun behind the Austrians, supported by the enthusiasm and animated by an ideal greater than himself, and constantly out of his mouth exhortations to his fellow soldiers.
As if by magic, I feel the shots hit enemies who, they feel like echoes in my ears and for a moment my heart stopped, as if struck with death. Opens her eyes and before me there is no snow, there is the cable car, but huge holes, barbed wire, trenches, wounded, dead and I open my mouth to scream, but I cry dies in the throat in the same manner in which the soldiers are mowed down by machine guns. I do not know where these men take courage in both hands and throw themselves headlong into certain death: I'll never have the courage not.
Then I see him, angry at being hit, grab his crutch in a last ditch attempt and throw it against the enemy, in a gesture that could not be more eloquent. I see it collapse, whispering his famous words: "So dark I nun," Fluffy the kiss of his hat and return her sweet soul to God
I realize that my eyes are filled with tears and swallow several times not to burst into tears.
-Aho, but you cry? - Exclaimed in disbelief.
shake my head but I still can not talk. I realize that snow is back to dominate with its whiteness, surface purifier on human follies and inhale deeply.
-The gold medal you deserved more than the six-.-
consulate will have my mother and my sister. I just know and hope that the Italians today still love Italy as we have loved us .-
-This ... I do not know .- I admit and I am ashamed as a thief.
I see him smile and gently move the hanger to position it better.
-I believe ... I am sure my Romans, when they pass in front of my monument to the Pincio, can not help but share my ideals. If not, - he adds ruefully,-then the sacrifice of so many generations has not been in vain .-
- your .- I am about to say. Roman-We will never forget. Mai .-
I fixed a long time, then turns his attention to Austrian tourists, thought lost in a distant memory and a moment later I see him nodding before fading mingling with the snow.
remain motionless, wrapped up like a penguin and instinctively put his hand to the heart, but in my mind back a refrain that today does not say anything, but that was dear to our soldiers: "The Piave whispered: the foreigner does not pass."
(Rome, August 20, 1882 - Monfalcone, August 6, 1916)
The Alps, this grand spectacle nature, this bulwark that protects us from the cold north winds and, in theory, there should have been saved from invasion ... The dazzling whiteness of white is so strong that I have to squint while people around me dashes to the cable car, wrapped up in overalls, wind, similar to penguins colorful and I look down to peek: I look like a penguin and it makes me smile with amusement.
A bird of prey, I do not recognize because of the glare caused by snow, zipping in the clear sky, emitting a high-pitched echoes in the valley and the calling my undivided attention. E 'spectacular. Some German tourists
joke, with red cheeks that stand out on white skin, fair hair and blue eyes like gold as the sky and I'm about to join them, when someone grabs me firmly by the arm holding me. Swallow the scream of fear I rose in my throat and I spun around, remained staring with wide eyes. A very quick look at his right leg alone makes me swallow and I am staring at him spellbound.
-Now no longer afraid, do you? - Begins with a strong Roman accent. Teutonic
wink to the boys and I shake my head, realizing that they are excited. My breath is short, my heart was galloping in front of this young man possessed minutes from drooping mustache and prominent nose.
-Enrico Toti ... - whisper, still incredulous. He mentions a
impercettibile inchino e sbircio la sua famosissima gruccia che lo sorregge.
-Ma tu ti fidi di loro?-
Capisco che si sta riferendo nuovamente ai turisti e con condiscendenza rispondo:
-Sì, mi fido. Non è più come una volta, credimi.-
Esita, poco convinto, e continua:
-Eccellenti soldati. Veri guerrieri. E' stato duro combatterli. Ma, lasciatelo dire da chi li ha visti in opera con i propri occhi, vere macchine belligeranti.-
-Oh, ma loro non sono più…-
-Le hai viste le loro trincee? Le loro, non le nostre o quelle francesi.- ribadisce. -Erano in grado di scavare trincee corredate di tutto, persino di brande comode, in metà del tempo che occorreva a noi od ai nostri alleati. I have never seen such trenches. Real impassable ramparts .-
nods as she speaks, her eyes, lost in a distant memory in time that we, although neighbors at the time, we can not perceive its full rawness. I can only try to imagine the new Italians, who were part of a united Italy in 1870, these young people, point blank, have seen the collapse of the boundary between one region and another, the Sardinians have come in close contact with from Puglia, with the Tuscans, with the Venetians, with the Romans rather than from Puglia, Romans or Sardinians, Italians, but with a lot of country, national anthem, in all respects identical to the British, the French, the Austrians, the Russian-
... My God ... as the period of sublime self-sacrifice for the achievement of a high ideal ... - whisper against my slumber.
-You can say, girl! - Exclaims with strong pride.
A second later I see him grow dark and a little china 'forward to whisper:
-And to think that someone now wants to divide Italy once again! Do you realize? -
I can understand very well the anger of those who, like him, gave his life for Italy and I wonder what he thinks of Italy today. Better to fly.
-You are in Rome, right? -
-Rome, yes, the last to be annexed to the kingdom, thanks to the brave riflemen
.- The eyes sparkle and I take this opportunity to ask
-It 's why you six enrolled in shooters, despite the handicap? -
-Sure! Sharpshooters cycling. Well, '- admits with some reluctance, I had to insist a bit' ... -
I smile, thinking back on his life, his accident at work in 1908 as today, has taken away the leg, his iron will to be equal in all respects to the other, the bicycle that took him around the world, until the outbreak of war, the Great War.
"My ardent patriot could not tolerate that Trento and Trieste were still in the hands of the Austrians, so I did everything to enlist. I pleaded with the Duke of Aosta, while leaving for the front-
.- And once there? - I see
esitare un attimo, si gratta la nuca e sorride, con quel suo sfavillante ottimismo che lo ha sempre contraddistinto.
-Be', il fronte non era certo rose e fiori… Facevo la spola tra i feriti, portando conforto, posta e tutto l'aiuto possibile. Ma ero comunque un infiltrato.- ammette.
-Un infiltrato?- ripeto sconcertata.
-Che vuoi… La mia unica gamba non mi permetteva di venire arruolato; tuttavia io sono partito lo stesso, con una divisa senza mostrine né stellette, ma con tanta voglia di dimostrare il mio orgoglio di essere italiano.-
-Sei stato a lungo a Cervignano, vero?-
-Sì. Mi trovavo bene, anche se a volte incappavo nei soldati che provenivano dal fronte e non comprendevano il mio entusiasmo. Of course, - he added with a shrug,-imagined the horrors of the trenches, but for me to participate in the war meant to fulfill your dream of our forefathers who had managed to unify Italy, meant to legitimize Porta Pia and demonstrate that the efforts of the fathers were not All in vain .-
his face, eyes mouth, shining light as we speak and a lump in my throat suddenly closes. This man was driven by pure ideals, devoid of politics and rhetoric, driven only by the enthusiasm and pride of being Italian and ask: How much did
-for you to be Roman? -
-Lots. I was the son of the last papal stronghold, the one that was determined to remain independent and did not think of any way to recognize the Savoy monarchs as legitimate. In Rome there is an air strange when I was born, just twelve years after the taking of Porta Pia: on the one hand, the atavistic attachment to the pope, on the other link to the new king. But we Romans are strange people, we adapt to everything. I am proud and proud to be Roman and it was this awareness that drove up to the trenches: to demonstrate the value of a trasteverino
-.- At the end you're going to make you enlist
.--Yes! Finally, in 1916, I took in the Third Cyclists Sharpshooters, Pinerolo Brigade. From then on I could be with my comrades in the trenches, and though I had not been allowed to participate actively in the fighting, stay with my teammates, and often they read the newspaper, the letters, because ... Well, 'those who studied at the time were very few, I was lucky to make the primary and I was not ignorant. I even wrote in a newspaper. And they asked me to read the letters, to write and I did everything possible to maintain high morale. I often ventured into no man's land and they scolded me, telling me that it was dangerous, but I was not afraid, death .-
were a bit 'reckless, admit it .- smile.
nods and inhales deeply the fresh air.
when I try to imagine it was decided that the attack on August 6 at an altitude of 85, he jumps with his comrades against the enemy trenches, supported by the hanger that always accompanied him, while urging his companions loudly. I try to imagine him sitting on the wall of the trench and shoot the gun behind the Austrians, supported by the enthusiasm and animated by an ideal greater than himself, and constantly out of his mouth exhortations to his fellow soldiers.
As if by magic, I feel the shots hit enemies who, they feel like echoes in my ears and for a moment my heart stopped, as if struck with death. Opens her eyes and before me there is no snow, there is the cable car, but huge holes, barbed wire, trenches, wounded, dead and I open my mouth to scream, but I cry dies in the throat in the same manner in which the soldiers are mowed down by machine guns. I do not know where these men take courage in both hands and throw themselves headlong into certain death: I'll never have the courage not.
Then I see him, angry at being hit, grab his crutch in a last ditch attempt and throw it against the enemy, in a gesture that could not be more eloquent. I see it collapse, whispering his famous words: "So dark I nun," Fluffy the kiss of his hat and return her sweet soul to God
I realize that my eyes are filled with tears and swallow several times not to burst into tears.
-Aho, but you cry? - Exclaimed in disbelief.
shake my head but I still can not talk. I realize that snow is back to dominate with its whiteness, surface purifier on human follies and inhale deeply.
-The gold medal you deserved more than the six-.-
consulate will have my mother and my sister. I just know and hope that the Italians today still love Italy as we have loved us .-
-This ... I do not know .- I admit and I am ashamed as a thief.
I see him smile and gently move the hanger to position it better.
-I believe ... I am sure my Romans, when they pass in front of my monument to the Pincio, can not help but share my ideals. If not, - he adds ruefully,-then the sacrifice of so many generations has not been in vain .-
- your .- I am about to say. Roman-We will never forget. Mai .-
I fixed a long time, then turns his attention to Austrian tourists, thought lost in a distant memory and a moment later I see him nodding before fading mingling with the snow.
remain motionless, wrapped up like a penguin and instinctively put his hand to the heart, but in my mind back a refrain that today does not say anything, but that was dear to our soldiers: "The Piave whispered: the foreigner does not pass."
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Thursday, November 18, 2010
Tattoos In Female Genitals
Riflessione
Once, not so very long ago, the offender was pilloried, so that everyone could see it and recognize it and avoid it in the future, and today the offender is concealed, hidden, as if he were innocent, his misdeeds live protected by privacy so that one day, after serving a sentence (and admitted that the discounts granted), a criminal can continue undeterred.
A paradox of our progress: we come to protect the criminals and the innocent are put to shame.
Once, not so very long ago, the offender was pilloried, so that everyone could see it and recognize it and avoid it in the future, and today the offender is concealed, hidden, as if he were innocent, his misdeeds live protected by privacy so that one day, after serving a sentence (and admitted that the discounts granted), a criminal can continue undeterred.
A paradox of our progress: we come to protect the criminals and the innocent are put to shame.
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Sunday, November 14, 2010
Bc8920k Intelectron Adjustments
2010. Hong Kong
Hong Kong: ritornarci dopo quattro anni e ritrovarla diversa e stupirsene. Forse è la tipica sensazione da europei, meglio da italiani. Forse perché abbiamo una mappatura permanente da città statica. Forse ci si dovrebbe abituare all'idea orientale dell'impermanenza, per cui, appena si può, si butta giù il vecchio e si ricostruisce tutto nuovo e luccicante. Il vecchio non è never perceived as an ancient, but only as a poor loser. And nobody wants to remember the hunger and poverty of their withdrawal. The wealth, prosperity and abundance are synonymous with happiness and the rest of the smiling Buddha is a fat man. Back in Hong Kong for an international meeting cheff Italian was a nice reunion of people who share a life practice of shit: they are exhausting hours, you spend 12/14 hours a day in the kitchen, in a exhausting hot environment, and finally to have emotional lives almost non-existent. The other note in common is the dedication, devotion and duty to the kitchen and the food. It has been much talk about food, new technologies, materials but most of the first difficulty. Doing this job is not tied to its territory is crazy senseless. Being able to recreate all the conditions for creating a good dish, which in Italy and abroad seems to have a taste another one, is not very efficient as a project. Yet. We are trying to make Italian cuisine beyond its borders and in difficult countries (India for example it is under the weather, the duties and the cold chain is not observed), we try and believe it or not, sometimes it succeeds. Indeed, in many cases, want the economic situation, want the environment, the cities want to eat Italian cuisine in the home more attractive abroad.
There was a sensational Gala Dinner made with truffles in Piedmont where the buddies have given cheff star dishes perfect and rarely happens in Italy to be able to eat so well. Then he turns to Hong Kong looking to sample the cuisines of others and you come across Zuma, a restaurant that I highly recommend. A place that has all the features of Office for pussies. But it has great service, you expect one around the corner but no, that when the place is full in the East means that the food is good and there are fashions that take. Beautiful and delicious dishes, as sublime taste and color and substance and presentation.
Hong Kong is a city where skyscrapers are bundles and bundles of restaurants. And above all many shops of vegetables and roast duck hanging. So many lights, so many smells, so much money flowing. A bay full of ships and a port with a myriad of containers that you understand that there is the whole world of goods passing through that part of the sky.
And yes I ate and drank and laughed a lot. In short, was to tell you that life goes on. I'm doing a lot of thoughts and seeking the lost serenity. Mica to speak. Seriously.
Sunday, November 7, 2010
How To Complete Astro Nights
Stralcio da "Il richiamo del silenzio"
Melissa scooter parked next to the Suzuki, and together with Isa went to the Palace, while the incessant chirping of cicadas filled the ears, interspersed all’abbaiare dei cani che si rincorrevano giocando.
Quando le vide, Tiziano sorrise e Melissa lo salutò offrendogli le labbra.
-Ehi, ehi!- esclamò Alessandro notando il gesto. -Cos’è questa novità?-
-Fatti i cazzi tuoi.- lo rimbeccò Alice con durezza.
L’interpellato fece una smorfia ed Isa si avvicinò ad Alice, felice di trovarla lì. Questa la sorprese posandole due baci sulle guance come saluto, lasciandola inebetita, con le gote in fiamme ed il cuore che sembrava improvvisamente impazzito.
-Ci… ciao.- balbettò confusa.
-Come sei carina oggi.- si complimentò Alice con un sorriso. -Dovresti truccarti più spesso per dare risalto ai tuoi lineamenti The other sweet .-
blushed even more, trying to say something, but failed and the girl went with the suggestions:
-I try to put the eye shadow and otherwise stress the eye with a black pencil .-
- He talked about the expert .- Alexander muttered with contempt, spitting on the ground.
Alice frowned and was about to reply when the Isa warned against rushing the boy
-Shut up you find that shit! -
-Aho, and that I have ever said? - Angrily defended himself with a rude gesture arms.
-L 'hurt you, you moron! - Offense-
you?! But if I only told the truth - Alice interjected
and sat in the middle, to prevent the situation from degenerating Isa and firmly grabbed her arm and dragged her away, purposely ignoring his protests and rebukes of Alexander. Melissa
They reached across the lawn and Titian, who walked arm in arm like two normal teenagers, oblivious to the outside world, imbued with just the mutual closeness. Alice looked at them but could not conceal a certain satisfaction, then turned to the girl who was walking alongside and said, "Thank you for
-defense, even though there was no need: I have long since learned to do it alone .-
Isa put his hands in the pocket of his jeans and kicked a tree branch fell on the floor, before answering:
defend itself against the bastard was a real satisfaction
.- Yes, I noticed your enthusiasm .- he said, smiling. -You have a good temper, no doubt about it .-
Isa turned to look at her with a half smile and admitted: "I have
I also had to learn to defend herself .-
Alice nodded and began to massage her back, experiencing the crisis to invade his body and with a sigh rummaged in her bag to ensure you have the syringe.
-me .- I said.
-not at the Palace, I hope! The bastard ... Alex -
-Come .-
took her hand and together they reached Titian and Melissa cooing like pigeons, immersed in a beautiful corner of the meadow where lived together in a natural bloom poppies e spighe, con lo sfondo suggestivo dei ruderi romani, dove lucertole dal manto verde brillante si affacciavano per fare rifornimento di calore.
-Non voglio interrompere l’idillio più di tanto,- iniziò Alice allegramente, -ma avrei bisogno delle chiavi del Suzuki.-
Tiziano frugò nelle tasche con un gesto automatico e gliele porse, notando solo all’ultimo la mano nella mano delle due ragazze che si allontanavano lungo il sentiero acciottolato. Per un istante fissò la figura di Alice come se non credesse ai propri occhi e le seguì con lo sguardo fino al fuoristrada, esclamando infine:
-Ehi, si tengono per mano!-
-E allora?- rispose Melissa reclamando la sua totale attenzione. -Tra donne è normale, Bears are not like you .--
But Alice does not ... -
Melissa's covered his mouth with a kiss, while the two friends went up on the Suzuki and Alice was getting ready to pierce.
-Someone may see the warning .- Isa looking around.
-bad for them .- was the laconic answer dictated by the urgency of the moment.
He pulled up the sleeve of his shirt, tied his arm and felt in search of a vein. When injected fix will let go against the seat back and closed his eyes, feeling better. Isa looked at, so incredibly woman who almost found it hard to imagine it differently and said
-I saw the photo that you and Alice opened his Death .-
occhi, tolse la siringa con gesti lenti e stanchi e la rimise in borsa, prima di posare lo sguardo su di lei.
-La mia vita precedente.- ammise.
-Eri un ragazzo bellissimo.-
-Così dicono.-
Isa sospirò e si morse le labbra.
-Sarebbe interessante vederti senza trucco e con abiti maschili.-
Alice corrugò le sopracciglia e scosse la testa, rispondendo con tono sostenuto:
-Io sono quella che vedi e non torno indietro.-
-Lo so. Era solo una curiosità.-
-Be’, vedi di fartela passare.-
Il tono brusco sorprese entrambe e per un attimo evitarono di guardarsi, fin quando Alice fece un gesto vago con la mano, chiedendo scusa per il tono.
-Non devi farlo, sono io la stupida.- Isa murmured, bowing his head slightly.
The other was silent for a while ', then sat down comfortably and said:
-Sorry. I will never be what you hope
.- Isa blushed for the umpteenth time and she continued conciliatory
-But we could be friends. You are very pretty and certainly there is a guy you will love, one with his pants .- added with a smile.
-I am not interested in men .-
that revelation, announced with unmistakable tone, Alice studied it carefully, paying more attention than usual and when Isa looked up, he read the whole battle which tore his mind and his body and reminded its painfully.
-Are you sure? -
-I ... Yes, I think so .-
-Not all men are monsters
.--The ones I know I do. Apart
Death .- "Ah, yes, he is a special case .- granted with a coy gesture of the hand. "But I assure you it is not the only .- added with a smile.
Isa shook his head, clasped his hands into fists and was about to reply, when a shadow materialized behind the window of Alice and what she saw made her visibly pale.
Melissa scooter parked next to the Suzuki, and together with Isa went to the Palace, while the incessant chirping of cicadas filled the ears, interspersed all’abbaiare dei cani che si rincorrevano giocando.
Quando le vide, Tiziano sorrise e Melissa lo salutò offrendogli le labbra.
-Ehi, ehi!- esclamò Alessandro notando il gesto. -Cos’è questa novità?-
-Fatti i cazzi tuoi.- lo rimbeccò Alice con durezza.
L’interpellato fece una smorfia ed Isa si avvicinò ad Alice, felice di trovarla lì. Questa la sorprese posandole due baci sulle guance come saluto, lasciandola inebetita, con le gote in fiamme ed il cuore che sembrava improvvisamente impazzito.
-Ci… ciao.- balbettò confusa.
-Come sei carina oggi.- si complimentò Alice con un sorriso. -Dovresti truccarti più spesso per dare risalto ai tuoi lineamenti The other sweet .-
blushed even more, trying to say something, but failed and the girl went with the suggestions:
-I try to put the eye shadow and otherwise stress the eye with a black pencil .-
- He talked about the expert .- Alexander muttered with contempt, spitting on the ground.
Alice frowned and was about to reply when the Isa warned against rushing the boy
-Shut up you find that shit! -
-Aho, and that I have ever said? - Angrily defended himself with a rude gesture arms.
-L 'hurt you, you moron! - Offense-
you?! But if I only told the truth - Alice interjected
and sat in the middle, to prevent the situation from degenerating Isa and firmly grabbed her arm and dragged her away, purposely ignoring his protests and rebukes of Alexander. Melissa
They reached across the lawn and Titian, who walked arm in arm like two normal teenagers, oblivious to the outside world, imbued with just the mutual closeness. Alice looked at them but could not conceal a certain satisfaction, then turned to the girl who was walking alongside and said, "Thank you for
-defense, even though there was no need: I have long since learned to do it alone .-
Isa put his hands in the pocket of his jeans and kicked a tree branch fell on the floor, before answering:
defend itself against the bastard was a real satisfaction
.- Yes, I noticed your enthusiasm .- he said, smiling. -You have a good temper, no doubt about it .-
Isa turned to look at her with a half smile and admitted: "I have
I also had to learn to defend herself .-
Alice nodded and began to massage her back, experiencing the crisis to invade his body and with a sigh rummaged in her bag to ensure you have the syringe.
-me .- I said.
-not at the Palace, I hope! The bastard ... Alex -
-Come .-
took her hand and together they reached Titian and Melissa cooing like pigeons, immersed in a beautiful corner of the meadow where lived together in a natural bloom poppies e spighe, con lo sfondo suggestivo dei ruderi romani, dove lucertole dal manto verde brillante si affacciavano per fare rifornimento di calore.
-Non voglio interrompere l’idillio più di tanto,- iniziò Alice allegramente, -ma avrei bisogno delle chiavi del Suzuki.-
Tiziano frugò nelle tasche con un gesto automatico e gliele porse, notando solo all’ultimo la mano nella mano delle due ragazze che si allontanavano lungo il sentiero acciottolato. Per un istante fissò la figura di Alice come se non credesse ai propri occhi e le seguì con lo sguardo fino al fuoristrada, esclamando infine:
-Ehi, si tengono per mano!-
-E allora?- rispose Melissa reclamando la sua totale attenzione. -Tra donne è normale, Bears are not like you .--
But Alice does not ... -
Melissa's covered his mouth with a kiss, while the two friends went up on the Suzuki and Alice was getting ready to pierce.
-Someone may see the warning .- Isa looking around.
-bad for them .- was the laconic answer dictated by the urgency of the moment.
He pulled up the sleeve of his shirt, tied his arm and felt in search of a vein. When injected fix will let go against the seat back and closed his eyes, feeling better. Isa looked at, so incredibly woman who almost found it hard to imagine it differently and said
-I saw the photo that you and Alice opened his Death .-
occhi, tolse la siringa con gesti lenti e stanchi e la rimise in borsa, prima di posare lo sguardo su di lei.
-La mia vita precedente.- ammise.
-Eri un ragazzo bellissimo.-
-Così dicono.-
Isa sospirò e si morse le labbra.
-Sarebbe interessante vederti senza trucco e con abiti maschili.-
Alice corrugò le sopracciglia e scosse la testa, rispondendo con tono sostenuto:
-Io sono quella che vedi e non torno indietro.-
-Lo so. Era solo una curiosità.-
-Be’, vedi di fartela passare.-
Il tono brusco sorprese entrambe e per un attimo evitarono di guardarsi, fin quando Alice fece un gesto vago con la mano, chiedendo scusa per il tono.
-Non devi farlo, sono io la stupida.- Isa murmured, bowing his head slightly.
The other was silent for a while ', then sat down comfortably and said:
-Sorry. I will never be what you hope
.- Isa blushed for the umpteenth time and she continued conciliatory
-But we could be friends. You are very pretty and certainly there is a guy you will love, one with his pants .- added with a smile.
-I am not interested in men .-
that revelation, announced with unmistakable tone, Alice studied it carefully, paying more attention than usual and when Isa looked up, he read the whole battle which tore his mind and his body and reminded its painfully.
-Are you sure? -
-I ... Yes, I think so .-
-Not all men are monsters
.--The ones I know I do. Apart
Death .- "Ah, yes, he is a special case .- granted with a coy gesture of the hand. "But I assure you it is not the only .- added with a smile.
Isa shook his head, clasped his hands into fists and was about to reply, when a shadow materialized behind the window of Alice and what she saw made her visibly pale.
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Thursday, October 28, 2010
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Sunday, September 26, 2010
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Sunday, July 18, 2010
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Swearing on the plane, because it goes too slow. Pray you do not know who or what is to arrive in time. Getting out of breath and shaking it on the bed, still no one has bothered to give him morphine. Go to the doctors and say "do not I give a fuck instances of religious and political, I do not want to see my father suffer, I do not want aggressive medical treatment "be told that a few days, maybe hours, maybe only minutes. Far back in the room and finally after the first injection it quiet. The oxygen mask that rises forever and you always put it back. spend hours to wet the parched lips. see that smile and answered kindly smile. Wait. The last night he stayed calm. In the morning woke up at 5 am crying with his hands through his hair. Running to call the nurse's face more morphine and I always thank that there is morphine. stay near him and see him finish. whispering to her I'm here, I love you, do not be afraid. Look over eyes and understand that it is shiny, it looks and smiles and waves his hand. Slow to see that life leaves him, the awareness of the arrival of the death fast, which comes, see infiltrating from the nails of hands and change his color. Until the last breath. Know, by now with poignant grief, the feeling of nostalgia. Of curses, screams, laughter, slamming the door, the smell of perfume, dances, restlessness and vitality. Million will not be enough to get it back tears. And it's just another day. With more tears and memories with others.
Friday, June 18, 2010
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Il libro
In November 1989 I went on honeymoon Cape Verde to , former Portuguese colony, an archipelago in the Atlantic. After arriving at the airport of Santa Maria do Sal nell'Ilha, we boarded to go to Santiago on a Focker scarrupatissimo among native chickens and festive. We landed safely in Praia, the capital, and were besieged by gangs of children and teenagers who demanded money, pens, shoes, everything. We ended up after a week Tarrafal, a tiny fishing village with a few huts on the beach and coral reef front. A paradise. In addition to our cabin there was a Portuguese and a French woman in the hut after. Four white on a white beach to fish, eat, laugh and talk for a whole month. We learned the fall of the Berlin Wall weeks later, we were out of touch. The Portuguese had a very nice guy that he was just reading a book by an author unknown to us. They said that the only Portuguese writer known in Italy at the time was Pessoa, Pessoa eccheddueppalle said. Laughed so much saying that there was this thing of being Pallosa Portuguese literature, but had to understand the Portuguese who have an eye to the Atlantic. We discussed at length on that one which has the vision of an ocean in front of us and only c'abbiamo the Mediterranean sea. He was very engrossed in his book, when finished it said it was a masterpiece and you know how are the stories of bibliophiles, we asked him who he was and what he told the writer. We made a long speech half Portuguese and half English on this brilliant writer (shenial that was nice to hear him in Portuguese) called Saramago and that was the greatest living writer and that book had a terrific plot. We had a beautiful spoiler under the palm trees and the wind Tarrafal and there seemed to be in Lisbon in the middle of the Crusades, during the siege. And we told the whole long story about a mistake, which is not a mistake, but just a choice of an editor who wants to change a book, but the story and eventually changes her life. Not interrupting anything, let alone believe that if someone in Italy would begin to translate contemporary Portuguese literature, and then we could have ever read the Siege Lisbon. Instead we found it translated a couple of years later. It is not a simple book to read and made me think so. What I've read twice. As soon as the siege ended, I thought that should give the Nobel Prize and when they finally assigned him, I was very happy, 'because he deserved it really. Saramago I read everything that was published afterwards. For me it remains one of the greatest writers of the twentieth century, so intense that I see the deep ocean of thought. All this to say that today is my favorite writer died and that I am sorry to think that I will not have his other new books to read and I'll read and reread the ones I miss you already and that he could live much longer and still others write beautiful books and short fuck. Mica to speak. Seriously.
Thursday, March 11, 2010
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I giorni sospesi e quelli importanti
This morning I watched the frangipani by the pool. I thought what I like 'sti glabrous tree trunks that end in a tuft of leaves and fragrant flowers. I looked at the frangipani flower in their season and now look similar to what our inner time. I believe that the existence can be summed up in days suspended and important days. I mean the days suspended are those where we spend time to get up, wash, eat, work, always the same day, and accumulate into habits that give us security, days where we do not take into account that crumble into oblivion. There are days when you do not think there is arrabbatta without reasonable cause, going forward, without asking why. They are the neurasthenia of normalcy, mediocrity, boredom, the cure, without doubt, without real views, not without crises and revolutions.
important days are those where c'arriva life: that stuff done stramazzanti of steps that make you feel my heart thump in the stomach and cracked in a vacuum. The accident, death, the end of a love, the pain of loss, mourning the shocking occurrence, what you know and feel of a very different after the first. Those days that come and you can mark them on the calendar. These are the days of frangipani with gems. And I realize those days are suspended in everyone's life, and are perhaps the most days that pass that way. And then comes the big day. Here, two years ago we came a day important, than that nothing is more 'as before. Mica to speak. Seriously.
Saturday, February 6, 2010
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Di fronte all'orto brinato
One comes prepared, after a year and expect a number of things. But it is not. You're never prepared for the passage of time.
I arrived and I was not prepared. Might be but no. I was not prepared to see my father, aged and lost weight. As if in a year was attacked by all the years that had strangely left out in timeless carefree age. I was not prepared to see him always cheerful in spite of impending death, unconscious, self-confident and dignified in the face of illness. Then I realized that in truth we are thinking. I understand looking at his garden, always ordered, even in winter, cool in a large, abandoned to their fate, and just frosted. There is thinking that he must die and decided to do it, fuck. If you take the tablets if the chemo is just to please us. In fact in his head, he is well and does not want people to feel that he breaks the cojoni. In fact she is getting bored doing nothing. There is accustomed, non sa cosa sia il tempo dell'ozio.
Allora ho ripensato a tutto quello che mio padre ha fatto. Ha lavorato tantissimo, è un uomo incapace di stare senza fare niente. Come la maggior parte dei friulani che conosco, devo dire. Questa leggenda dei friulani gran lavoratori, ecco non è una leggenda. Mio padre non è una leggenda, per dire. Siccome è fiero della sua matrice contadina, ha continuato a coltivare la terra, anche quando non ce n’era bisogno, anche quando aveva (e ha tuttora) il supermercato a due passi. Il suo orto l’ha sempre avuto. Era il suo dovere nei confronti della fierezza d’appartenenza. È uno di quegli uomini antichi e arcaici per cui tu sei quello che fai e come lo fai. Se fai le cose, perché abbiano un’anima, devono essere fatte bene. Risulteranno belle. A prescindere. Impregnate di conoscenza tecnica e sapienza materiale. Mio padre non è stato mai un uomo trasandato nelle cose che faceva, mai sciatto. Anzi. E nel contempo non è mai stato uno maniacale. Anzi. La maniacalità la guarda con sospetto. Non è una roba sana, e se non è sana nella sua testa, allora ci sono i germi della nevrosi. Che nella sua testa si chiama stramberia. Sia chiaro non è uno che ha studiato e sa cosa sia la nevrosi, ma se gli spiegate i sintomi, vi direbbe ah gò capio, el xè strambo.
Osservo mio padre e capisco quanto mi abbia passato il suo esempio e quanto io gli debba in termini non tanto di DNA, quanto di rapporto sano con la vita, di serenità fatalista e determinista nei confronti degli accadimenti. Di sottile spensieratezza, infusa di saggezza. Senza rimpianti ma con l’intima soddisfazione di aver fatto quello che si è voluto fare, anche per dovere, ma lo si è fatto con la schiena dritta e fanculo a tutto il resto. Capisco anche che il momento a metà della mia vita di fare delle scelte, di ritornare. Ho visto abbastanza da aver intuito che poi per quanto viaggi, se hai la testa chiusa, te ne puoi anche stare a casa. Che gli umani son tutti simili e ci sono cose di base che rimangono quelle. Che la civiltà industriale ci sta solo dividendo dalla terra ma non dal ciclo della natura. Quella resta e nessuno di noi ha raggiunto ancora la conoscenza scientifica per cambiare le stagioni e la meteorologia e ancora non ci siamo arrivati a fermare il tempo. Così guardo l’orto brinato, che sarà abbandonato ancora per un po’ e poi di nuovo verrà coltivato. Perché è un eterno ciclo e bisogna mantenerlo affinché si possa dire d’aver intuito, anche solo capito per un secondo, il senso della natura che risiede dentro di noi.
Io non lo so se ho la testa chiusa per quanto abbia viaggiato e fatto. Ma forse è arrivato il momento di ritornare alla famiglia. E’ utile ricordarsi di dire che è un ‘dovere’ stare accanto ai genitori nel tempo della malattia e della morte. Forse è un momento of way, acceptance of it, to know that nothing will ever be and move on, knowing that there were in need. Because it is rightly so. It 'a miserable thanks for what has been received, that is so, too, compared to what's left in their hands, the midpoint of life. What is so little as to have almost scary.
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