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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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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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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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An abomination.
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An abomination.
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