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I went downstairs and entered the underpass leading to the subway. I came face to face with the mayor. He was wearing a reflective vest, he was holding the handle of a mop and smiling at passers-by. A farce, when did the mayor he would have to do such a thing? What an 'idea so old it could still be considered for a poster campaign was simply ridiculous.

Even more considering that guy was. In five years he had only seen the first of the Opera House and the delivery of "Tombini gold" awards to deserving city. Surely, however, did not miss the opportunities that more closely mundane where there was a buffet.

Now he had to bring his learning and his dresses in the middle of the "people", those who were wandering the city like cockroaches abbruttiti as he moved in cars with drivers.

had to get their hands dirty and to be there, be seen. So the way to appearances at various, useless, boring events (some created especially to relaunch electorally) seeking faces to smile, shake hands (but not too much that it ruined the nails), which wash away the minds not only the memory of a pathetic management of the city, but also the various scandals and disasters that have had dotted. He tried desperately to seem human.

"Smile!" They said, "Smile," and he smiled until his face sfiancare, deforming it had never before been seen.

embarrassment emanating from the media campaign as the tears from weeping madonnas. I looked at the posters on the walls of the city flourished: the scavenger mayor, the mayor engineer, with the helmet that bore the symbol of an underground line that no one knew when it would have been concluded, nor with what money would be paid the mayor label represents a point in future to a group of children with colorful hats and promised that the city \u200b\u200bwould be greener (on the contrary, he argued that it already was), then the mayor and the family-friendly, affectionate embracing another group of babies that appear under hypnosis while hairy lasagne served in school canteens and schools did not have funds for buy toilet paper.

Always looking at me with that smile, frozen, paralyzed, chilling. I had always seen him serious, aloof, suddenly tried to look nice and the only way he knew to do was tighten up the jaw, opened his eyes and baring his teeth, as the Joker in Batman hallucinated or a clown in amphetamine MacDonald .

Here, it was transformed, had become small, and wanted to be my friend, with that smile, holds out a hand-painted nails and asked me to vote for it, please.

quell'inchino But it was not a humble opinion go back to the voter. Bend your head yes, but it was a calculated gesture, limited, a bow of courtesy that he needed to get more time to continue to get about his business. His eyes were wide open, alert, ready to jump for the jugular when I did not oblige.

shivered. Better get started or I would be late.

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Fight Club for girls: Black Swan

For some 'of years here, the fact that a film wins an Oscar and' become more 'a sign that something brand you can trust a little, rather than a seal quality 'as in reality' would be. If someone says "Ah, but the movie / actor / actress has taken the Oscar!" it immediately begins to doubt the goodness' of the work. And Black Swan is not affected by this law now universal.

Nina (Natalie Portman) and 'a young (?) Dancer who aspires to leading role in the ballet "Swan Lake". Nina despite being clever and 'too little and virginal woman to address the dual role that history: while the white swan is from God, the role of the black swan that is the dark lady, is not their own. And who is surprised about this, to see her room pink-barbie, full of bunnies and porcelain dolls and considering the mother (an unrecognizable Barbara Hershey) that is over-protective 'him like he had another 10 years?
to try to pull out his personality 'of a woman and with it its dark side, we think Vincent Cassel in the role of director-choreographer Mephistophelian that two or three times even manages to poke his tongue in his mouth, but always for the duty at work.
The unexpected friendship-rivalry 'with Lily, another dancer more 'great and a lot more' uninhibited, it makes things even more 'complicated' cause Nina begins to have visions in which all the characters you are involved including, much to not understand 'when it comes to reality' or psychosis.

Envy, professional jealousies, hidden passions, paranoia and influences of personality ', there' s a bit of everything. The film in itself 'is not at all boring, thanks to the dance scenes, moves well without moments of boredom but' make the inevitable comparison with the explosive masterpiece by David Fincher "Fight Club" and ask, "There would be Black Swan if it were not for the first Fight Club? ".

Nina 's a bit like a character in Edward Norton who does not know that they are doing everything himself. Even though Nina does not have its own version of Tayler Durden splits and other projects often on what 'but that does to' itself. Nina also seeks his freedom ', his new identity', disconnected from the stereotype that everyone, including whether 'it are you. As in Fincher's film are not only psychological but physical injuries while in Fight Club you break your face punched, there are mysterious Black Swan in skin diseases of nervous origin which at times are just hallucinations. In both films are two clear messages: "You can not delegate decision-making power over your life to others" and also "everyone is entitled to its unique 'independent of their origins." Finally, in both films the consequences the duplication of research and psychological interior are real and especially irreparable! But the difference is 'that Fincher's film was all told with irony and disbelief' as in "Black Swan" the horror of psychosis (even if it is never named) and 'tragic and real, there's' blood, becomes almost boring in the end.

There are some things not very believable in the film, the kind that Nina has no friends or friends to confide in, which tell of the horrific nightmares he has. And then the absurdity 'of the skin disease: why' spending so much money in a cream-covered instead of going to a dermatologist? And then I do not doubt that Natalie Portman is good but I honestly try to pass it to a 19 years old and 'a bit' too risky 'cause it has almost 30 years. Funny that Nina criticize the mother saying that at 28 his career was over as a dancer while in reality 'she' already 'more' that 29 year old!

I find it somewhat 'unnerving Portman's face, ever contract in a grimace of pain but can not communicate passion or desperation or fear or who knows' cock. Watching the film you wonder if the Oscar was for "best face frowning "...? I also feel that the director would actually 'a copy of the young Audrey Hepburn and Portman can not' be another actress.
Vincent Cassel knows how to make good its share of bewitching a man and manipulator. It is not clear good because 'citing Benjamin Millepied between actors (not 1 / 2 first floor ... and' always on the sides of frame), maybe just because it 's become the partner of Portman. Mila Kunis rather good in the role of Lily, and 'funny despite the rivalry' with the main character (indeed, almost tifiamo for her). A surprise for the series "Night Shift" and 'Wynona Ryder in a cameo by the dancer at the end of his career: his face half-covered and constantly' a disturbing presence, almost like the child of "Ring". Together with the already 'mentioned Barbara Hershey (horribly disfigured by botox), gives the stories a minor-ish flavor to Aldrich, "What Ever Happened to Baby Jane," which if you think about is blood run cold.

A technical note on the excellent range of colors that dominate the film are cold and very few, very light and incredibly dark, makes the atmosphere claustrophobic. The red appears only on the first stage, the yellow orange appears only in the seduction scene between Lily and Nina.

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We have indeed!

Overall
Black Swan 'interesting, leave a message, but somehow lacks the bite that made a legendary movie Fight Club. Even without Oscar, Fight Club, 'was like a grenade in the brain, has changed the lives of many people (including this writer) with his enlightening as in situations where there is a theater of shadows Sinhalese our reality' of all day. Black Swan a few years may be remembered as a great horror movie or a soap-schizoid to post frigid teenager (whose interpreter was not so much post-adolescent), thanks to the noise produced by the OSCE. We'll see.

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The Rise and Fall of Karl Theodor von Guttenberg

Guttemberg Karl Theodor von, the German defense minister, and is' resigned after nearly three weeks since the outbreak of the scandal attached to his thesis.

Quick Facts: A university professor has read for the event, at 7 years after graduation to Guttemberg, his thesis and has found something strange. Many pieces to the professor sounded familiar, too familiar and doing a quick search found that 25% of the thesis was "copied", showing conspicuously quotes from more 'famous experts, but without' it names, and then doing move the work of others for its own, ie 'to Guttemberg.

The news has obviously caused a sensation in Germany: everyone has thrown in search of a 'cause and for how. The "common" people were incredulous Guttemberg became the prince of the nation, with its good manners, clean her pretty face, his wife, the look honest and uncompromising.

Angela Merkel, taken aback, said after a moment of embarrassment that would have verified the truthfulness' of the illustrious professor of the allegations against his minister. Later, when the percentage of plagiarism and 'was confirmed, Merkel said that "to do their jobs well Guttenberg did not need a degree." Which may 'be true, but the problem' that the Minister has lied to clean, and quite serious.

I think of all those working to study, to get that extra point 'that can' improve their lot and I am not surprised that they could not tolerate this exception, especially in a country where the "piece of paper" still serves seriously.

Guttemberg To save his party leader has even accused, with knowledge Berlusconi, that it was a conspiracy of the left.

E 'was still useless pressed by public opinion and the media, the minister is Guttemberg and' resigned. A sign indicates that this decency, however, a decency that in countries such as Italy, now does not exist more '.

Faced with the capitulation of this former minister, who somehow has admitted to being wrong (even if not fully, in fact, some suspect that the argument is the work of a ghost writer), I naturally ask me why 'in Italy things do not go the same way. How 'possible that a defense minister should resign because' "copied to school" and instead of a prime minister accused of tax evasion, relations with minors, aiding and abetting the prostitution of minors (and in my opinion 'such as rape), the otherwise threaten him and posing as a victim?! And how and 'possible that in Germany a Catholic Bavarian party's agriculture policies (the most' Catholic soil Germanic) has never clung religion or asked for the intervention or support the church even at a very black, while in Italy the Vatican is quick to change the interpretation of its dogmas (but valid 'for all normal people) to accommodate the whims of the powerful? Evidently there is' something wrong.

values \u200b\u200bare upside down in Italy, and 'just what happened in "Pinocchio, Collodi we presented it as a sarcastic joke, honest people are in jail, the guilty run free.

As restated Jackson in his song, just inspired by Pinocchio "... in prison to prison, and that will serve as a lesson." Italy and 'a country where provincial rule, where he 'always preferred the beautiful facade and hypocritical to the substance, honest but unfortunate.

recent years and Italy is' barbarized, as a country where poor people sell their children to the rich for a loaf of bread. The only difference is 'that the Italians of today do it for more' money. It seems that things are more 'normal, like love, honesty', work, imagination, they are just shit on my balls. The only thing that matters is the money power, appear on television, plastic surgery. There 'a lot of difference between today's Italy and Albania after the dictatorship, when the women (wives, daughters, grandchildren did not care) were forced into prostitution by their families in more 'rich Europe.

This time he did the knot too tight ...

There 'unfortunately it any wonder then, that in Germany Guttemberg has been forced to leave his post , while in Italy today, if ever a politician guilty of any offense to resign we would really, really, really surprised.

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About Nuclear, beware of this intervention Chicco Testa (President of the Italian Forum for nuclear energy today and in an antinuclear time that was) to "Otto e Mezzo" two days ago, just hours after the earthquake that struck Japan. He denies vigorous complacency with the danger of nuclear catastrophe as a result of its earthquake.

Then, look at the pictures of the explosion of the Central Fukushima and raise your hand if you plan to travel this year to make us leave the ...

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Fur (Pilu)

do not know if you heard of this movie, I do not know how bad you may have heard about. Pay attention, it is much worse.
things first: the subtitle "An Imaginary Portrait of Diane Arbus" alludes to the Russian-born New York photographer, became famous for his portraits of strange and unsettling characters (dwarves, prostitutes, transvestites, but people apparently almost normal) and went to seek the dark places in America in the 60s.
The film is the daughter of a wealthy family of furriers and caring for her husband-photographer-advertising during the parades of animals. They have two daughters, a seemingly perfect life, even though she dresses like un'hamish and there are clothes hanging around the house as if the cabinets had not been invented.
Diane is a little special, like undressing in public and is irresistibly drawn to what is visually ugly, strange, exaggerated. Its family of breakfast cereal advertising is therefore of interest not too deep and when the floor above comes from a nearby pile exuberant to say the least, curiosity is awakened in her.
After a few laps around-stalking, oblique-figure climbing the stairs descend bald and wearing wigs beautiful tawny-manages to make the acquaintance of Lionel, the charming nearby suffering from hypertrichosis, which speaks in a low voice and earns a living by crafting with her abundant hair wigs.
Their first meeting is fabulous, not only Lionel looks like the beast of "Beauty and the Beast", a cartoon house with a neighbor, a contortionist and a bathtub buried where Diane is immersed in her slip and you make a trip psychedelic drug-free.
Fico. A little
Belle and a little Alice in Wonderland-haired, Diane is ready for metamorphosis ciaociao desperate housewife, welcome voyeurs of the world of freaks. Lionel is such a charming man who starred in the first wolf (other than Long Chaney) and was exhibited in circuses as a phenomenon, he knows all the places of the city absurd and brings us his new friend, who begins to feel a friccicore to the core. The pilu attracts more and hairless hubby loses appeal, even the poor will grow beard that can compete with the abundant snow man upstairs. But Lionel
hides a sad secret: he is slowly dying of a disease that undoes the lungs. Caught between love and duty for him to his pure and perfect Diane little family decides to break with the first. When it rises to greet him if he is completely naked in front of it (except fur) shaking a rasoietto and intimate "Cut everything."
Herculean job to say the least!
But our girl was not deterred and begins panting love to shave off the calf of his love. Do not miss this sequence to get you raises the following questions: Where do I put the hair off? How many blades will be used? And why Lionel starts to pant when she shaved her legs? And above all, why did you shave?
Why, my dear, at least for twenty minutes into the film the female audience has a right to see Robert Downey Jr. (Lionel), especially if those twenty minutes include the sex scene between him and Diane (who knows who we might want to have effusions after a night in the longest hair ever!): yes well, freak is fine, but we want a normal bed.
Hence the frenzy takes over: he wants to commit suicide at sea and there the door and leaves it on the beach, after having won a fur coat which he packed with his own pilu (mmmm!). She tries to imitate him but nun ja ago. Then he returns home, spring and part of her husband and daughters for the world to make his pictures.
The final scene sees her in a park populated by nudists trying to get to know a frequent visitor to convince her to be taking a picture.
So what we want mean? First of all, that the director is Steven Shainberg, the one that had surprised and amused by the "Secretary", the tale of love with the chief secretary masochist sadist. A film very economical thanks to the skill of the performers and the beautiful script has become a cult (fever seizes those who have not seen it yet) which talked about the emancipation of women, sexuality outside the box classics (so dear to American cinema ), of women suffering from staff become aware of their uniqueness and start off on a road that leads unconventional wing happiness.

Stven Shainberg's "Perhaps cutting this scene ... "

A closer look would be the same issues, especially when Diane realizes that" the assistant of her husband "and that he sought an accommodation for Mr stifle their inclinations. But everything is too loaded, too baroque because it can be minimally credible. c'azzecca And what a face like a spoiled child of Nicole Kidman with all this? It 's impossible to ignore his inability to express emotions and always seems a piece of' furniture out of place.
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Nicole Kidman shows off a little head ... Fur Human

fantasized erotic relationship with a freak is a classic understood in many horror movies (Dracula in the first place, but even the Wolf Man and Creature from the Black Lagoon), and perhaps should have been at the heart "evil" of history. But the director or production have been afraid to confront it directly, so much so that before making love with Lionel, Diane him shave from head to foot. Why the freak are always freak when Lionel and Diane involves in his world, the tourist gaze is not of deep interest, is the same voyeurism that would "condemn". Kidman looks around like a brat in a fair, while a dwarf sings a love song and everything around seems to say "Oh, how cute. "And indeed, they dare the happy ending, Diane does not leave the family to move in with" The Beast "and openly challenge the conventions. It can only to go silent, sneaking after he died.
L 'fairy-tale element (which also permeated the Secretary, with the lawyer's unlikely, the American family out of their minds, the laundromat where you could dine ...) prevails and becomes cloying ... Man, Lionel is not s' never angry! Never I say! A saint! E 'possible to believe such a thing by a creature so tormented by life?

I would say no ... I have a feeling that the basic idea was good (although not I would have connected with a real person like Diane Arbus) but as often happens in America, giving too much money and therefore too many rules to a director who has pointed out in a low budget independent film is a mistake. And so that is out of this mess!

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She lost my daughter

I was a bit 'without writing and what happens when' and me 's always difficult to leave. Unfortunately, even if time passes, there are emotions that do not absorb, or rather go in waves and waves of pain and rejection and lack of Prisca arrive at times fierce and will not let me go on to write, 'cause anyway to be able to write should be able to come off a bit 'from the look and feel the emotions from the outside .... I sometimes feel like an orphan of my daughter .... I thought many times about it and in doing so I judged myself a bit 'stupid, then I found out today that a journalist, as well as' mother who lost a daughter, wrote a book with this title and I felt more' normal. I tried to read the beginning of the book (She lost my daughter. Morena Fanti), the network, but I could not get past the first few lines, I found myself slammed into a pain too strong, that sometimes seems to settle down inside me, but sometimes just a word, a situation, farmici reprecipitated inside. I hope to read that book one day not too far. Yet I know I must go further and stronger than all this experience, do more, 'with the help of Priscilla, to complete his and my mission. I firmly believe that if we come to earth with this background work, cystic fibrosis, and all that entails, there must be a greater design. The idea that the thing runs out so ', with the death of one of the two, it makes me sucks. It 'been a long and uneven struggle against the disease, a struggle for the acceptance of illness, and despite living with the disease, the care that entails great expense of time, the dark knight who walked beside us. ... Many times we managed to smile and many times to turn it around, other times we have laughed at us, that's' always been our weapon and we realize when we fell, then ran to the weapon resume .... and the smile of irony! Until the last of his days Prisca has dazzled and enlightened those who met with her smile .... The last few months before transplantation were spent in hospital, in Romania there was a lady doing the housework that I said: "When I enter this room seems to me that there is always the sun even if it rains ...", had adoration for Priscilla and I was not there when he stopped a little bit more 'in the room and rubbed a bit' shoulders and then said "Do not tell anyone, I could not, fire me if they know ".... and left happy after being thanked with a big smile ....
Sometimes I was helping her, but most 'of the time was Prisca to help me' cause I held hard to help her. That's' cause when she 's dead, I have been orphaned.

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One day at lunch ... Words to the wind

The phone rings:
-Ready?
-Buonggiorno siggnora, the call center are X Wind, good first Women's Day.
-... Thank you ... (Shit, now will try to sell me something?)
-Siggnora, I make a request: if you could have a maid who makes the trades, would be happy?
- (WHAT?) Excuse me, do you mean?
-Siggnora, if he had a maid, which makes the work more Heavy at home, it would be more happy?
- (I know you want to get somewhere, but I will not know where) Actually, I prefer to let me be me chores (despicable lie)
-OOGGESSù! ANOTHER! Click. Tututututututu ...
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take stock of the situation in two weeks from the event "If not now when?".

1) The image of women is still the : it appeared that the billboards show a model with their backs to the photographer gets up her skirt and discovered the naked buttocks, rather than call for clear and vulgar. It follows a controversy in turn notify the TG3. I wonder what will go ahead with the advertising tricks to create sensation around their dismal campaign. If they had been in good faith, it would not take a marketing genius to figure out what is vulgar (I repeat, sorry) a stunt like that.

icing on the cake, yesterday I passed in front of a bus stuck on the side with the advertising of a brand of mattresses, which shows a naked woman from behind and resting on its side ... there are or are they doing?

Tip: When choosing a product, we also present the advertisement and if it offends or not.

2) Our Prime Minister despite the invitation has not resigned. Well, we expected.

3) Our Prime Minister, seeks to re-establish good relations with the church . It 'clear, we are not partners for him. The hope is that those who fail to adhere to it to make two and two together and grasp the contrast between the say and do ...

short, has not changed anything. The manifestations are beautiful, yes, but-as a large, beautiful, peaceful, felt-not enough, we must continue to ask again and again over and witness every day because women deserve it.

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Polenta's Back In

Due settimane fa alzo la cornetta del telefono che squillava alle otto di sera, pronta a mandare a quel paese qualche venditore di aspirapolveri:
-Pronto?
-Mnmnmnmnmn!
-Il POLENTA!!!
Ebbene sì, non era un molesto venditore e nemmeno un maniaco telefonico, ma il POLENTA, storico amico della Scuola del Fumetto e fratello di battute balorde del Pizza.
Il Polenta vive da anni in Brasile dove s'è coniugato con una giovane locale. Data la distanza non lo vediamo spesso, anzi quasi mai. L'ultima sua visita risale a tre anni fa. Potete dunque immaginarvi la sorpresa nel sentire il suo allegro squittìo dall'altra parte del filo...

Il Polenta è un fine intellettuale che però quando si trova Pizza in the same room with the baking soda reacts as the foam is combined with vinegar ... ... Or rather, he begins to say-but especially to reiterate restless-demented jokes, wordplay and puns unbearable ... heated.

Anyway here it is! Never gets old, or is always the same! It will be here until May!

Stay tuned, or captain of the beautiful!

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Today
great event for women in Milan and a lot of other places to ask us for dignity and resignation of a government enemy of women shouting "If not now when?" . Been years since I saw so many people in the square, really great!

raining damn, but this has not deterred us. Speck was with me, my friend George kissed Nichi Vendola, also my friend Paul was the manifestation of Siena. Here are some photos!

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Borsini Puzzone

Not everyone knows that Speck loves clothing and military surplus. A passion born of necessity when he was young and had little money to spend, has become a passion and now look carefully pants, shirts and accessories on the banquet of the fair of Senigallia. And not only there. During one of our

raids in Germany we went to our favorite junk shop and there Speck has a little bag addocchiato military LEDEROL (synthetic leather produced in the GDR) hanging outside the store.

thought it was the only one available and it thus rushed to buy it even though it had space in your suitcase (Doughnut tenergliela supply has run until the next trip). But in fact, was one of many little bag, stacked in a corner of the store.

short, Speck is to acquire and rely on my sister.

few weeks after the latter tells us that the bag is finished in the cellar of Brötchen, who could not bear the smell of mold emanating.

MOULDS ??!!!?

In reality it is a preservative used for all military equipment. As Speck keeps his souvenirs a bit over the house, is an odor that we know well and we do not even notice, at least until now. Why

little bag when we finally landed in Milan and entered our house, we realize that Brötchen was right stink so much. It 's the usual smell of preservative, but multiplied to the nth degree. Takes your breath away.

Speck look weak but it is too obvious to deny. So the exiles in the box. For about a month every time we came we had to take the car hit by a terrible stench.

Then, as the season was cold and he felt a little pain has moved to the attic for another month. Even that is served, and now has run for several weeks Speck decided to take her home. I noticed one day, returning from work. And in fact she was there, lurking behind the door. I prayed Speck to put it somewhere where it could harm so sad and melancholy, put it on the balcony.

refuses to wash, but is convinced that the sun helps to eliminate odor, so the move from one balcony to another every day. Every now and then tests the level of stink hiding in the closet or somewhere else to see if I become aware of his presence. I am afraid of ambushes Borsini Puzzona.

In contrast to Lena like. Yesterday morning, during one of its exits to the balcony we caught trying to get in, probably just attracted by the smell. I wonder if that could hurt the preservative.

However, the Borsini has become a character, to the point that he wrote an autobiography, which carry an abstract. At the time the author is considering offers from some major publishers interested in publishing.

The Borsini with her friend Pratktica

" I wanted to tell you about my adventure, but adventure seems to me an exaggeration to call it, may just be one of the last and most recent events in my life.

I'm a little bag was born somewhere in the DDR, and immediately after my Birth of the NVA put into a deposit with the promise that one day I could serve my country with pride. Things have not gone well.

The Borsini during ' heliotherapy daily

After 1989, because of some rowdy who had tired of the holidays on the Black Sea or Norsdee and wanted go instead to Rimini, things have changed, now you know all this.

I found myself in a hostel in Berlin is run by two nice gentlemen Antik Herr and Herr Troedel, say that he was not so bad, although to be retired and have never started to work can also be humiliating. Anyway I was bored and let us say that the time (weather) was not great for my closures. BUT ....... in short, a beautiful July day a gentleman who enter hospice barely utter a word of German, but you could see a person who was clean-cut and well-educated and mostly well-dressed, in short After speaking with Herr Troedel here that I took away with him.

Together I made the trip a friend of mine that I knew them hospice, a nice lady called Praktica Dresden.

now live in a town south of Europe, famous for fashion and for the rulers thieves.

E 'in February and already the sun warms me all the buckles. perhaps we will also make a trip to Greece, in short, as second life is not bad.

single fact, there are racists who are here say they stink and would make me day and night on the balcony, I will not complain, and to prove it will also send two photos of us who have tanned.

Greetings

The Borsini of DDR "

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Life goes to the waves. What matters is' unable to keep balance in the wave you are going through. As a surfer. I did read manuals and courses of all kinds, want to see that the only one that I did, that a surfer, and 'just the most' important? Now that I'm passing the wave of guilt, not without a tough inner work, I returned the wave of the sense of lack of Prisca. As far as I know that she 'always with me, day after day, the fact of not being able to see and they can not speak in a clear and easily understandable to me, me' s always a great disturbance. This wave of sadness when I return I ask for a sign. The last time I did it and 'dropped a book from the library. At night, while sleeping, no one at home and doors opened or shut. A book that was in that position and was not touched for years, as now that I put in the same place for more 'than a month and not and' more 'moderate. Coincidence? To that happen when I need it and I ask, I think they are signs. Today I have asked another. Report 'if there will be'. I spent years and years studying and try something that might help you get better Prisca. Now my studies are directed to understand where 'and how to communicate with her. I hope to have more 'success, and in times more' fast this time! My readings, after Priscilla and 'round in the other dimension, are all addressed to the spiritual quest. Of course, now brings me to the ground in this direction, even if I continue to get interested in who is living and struggling with cystic fibrosis. I started this research now, When Priscilla was born. Are you 19 years a daughter was born with a genetic disease, thanks to which you say will have 'short-lived, and, and as' natural, and your baby' part of you, then you are projected directly to the Source of Life, to ask the meaning of life and death. And if a boy of that age normally 'do not realize it, because it' s distracted by many things, usually these reflections are made more 'by people getting on in years, here, I immediately began to ask me any questions about life and death and everything 'that surrounds them. Once I fell asleep trying to imagine what would have been strongly die: I woke up terrified. Today this is not happening to me more ': want' cause the faith and 'increased and now I know that life goes on, you want 'cause I keep thinking that if she could do, I can do that ..... I mean everyone, absolutely everyone was born and died, many people think that this happens more 'and more' times and that what we are experiencing 'an illusion ..... strange illusion, with Prisca said, it seems so real and sometimes so hard! Meanwhile, the regressive path of Hypnosis with Dr. Bona, I decided to leave: Although his books are exciting, the cost of the sessions and some mode 'unpleasant the same doctor, I have diverted from this path. But God's ways are endless, and I'll find 'my!

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Lena has the spinster

Not that I had not noticed the majesty of the legs of Lena: the Miciccia more draft of the constitution, has tapered legs that become legs. Moving on cats the size of human feet, she would be a 38. A few weeks ago I was at the home of a friend who has a cat similar in size to Miciccia, and there I was stunned: he of the tiny feet, a 32 maximum! It seems incredible that it can balance its weight on legs so small ... and there I began to think that Lena has just a spinster measure 41!

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Think about it for long ...

not enough to pollute when we are in life, we humans also pollute dead. How much in terms of technological ecologists bury in coffins lined wood? And ash?
returned to the soil? Get back to nature! Now you can!

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Journey to the End of patience (mine).

Last Tuesday I went to Venice to do my first university exam. Historic moment to say the least, at least for me. Venice is far away, it takes three hours by train or car to get there. Since I do not drive I take the train, a ticket from 20 € to 20 € one way and return. The train is a white arrow. The day before there had been an accident on the line at Romano di Lombardia, the line was supposed to take that morning. Indeed, first leg we had no problems, we arrived on time. In Venice, the sun was out and considering the season far fewer tourists than usual.

the evening, the committee did take the train, which departs on time ... but will stop at Vicenza. Five, ten minutes later the conductor informs us that "Because of a previous fault we are stuck and the delay is unknown."
Bad news. Having taken the train at 19.25 we had to arrive at 22:25, the small Lena was home alone for the last many hours and would rather be home as soon as possible.
Of course, I did not expect such a disaster.
We waited an hour and has finally revealed the controller, a martyr who was probably absorbing all protests the train, including that of a man who asked why we had not been insistently warned about this incident prior to departure, as was done two calculations have happened quite some time before.

Up to this point I was still calm. Then I started to worry and fear that I would have stayed all night on that train was waiting for me while my miciotta home thinking it was abandoned. I called my father asking him to find the bus schedule Vicenza and Milan. At that moment the train has run finally moved. We were an hour and forty-five minutes late.

From that moment on we began to travel to sob, a little fast but mostly slow, slow, slow. Then, we stopped in the middle of the countryside for half an hour, we share lenses, lenses, and we stopped again. Pictures of Lena desperate mewing continued to appear to the mind, increasing dramatically and making them hydrophobic. At about 23 I started to give out of my head, threatening to split the train, going to drive it personally. Speck, ensconced in his book was quiet, the other passengers, exhausted by fatigue did not move an eyebrow ... But now I was beside myself. I got tested the window.

last twenty o'clock we arrived at Treviglio, and from there, if God willing we recovered speed .... To reach Milan at half. Needless to say, the subway was closed and we were forced to look for a taxi (15 €).

In this delirious journey to another in a heated cab and moderately clean (in some strangely was on the air conditioning), we have seen only the poor controller and the tray of drinks, SALE! Despite the appalling delay, there was not even offered a glass of water. Needless to say, ask for a refund of the ticket.

When we got home the little Lena seemed happy, not desperate, just a little hungry ... Thank goodness!

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No Country for Umarells

Who are the Umarells? Literally means "men" and designates the Bolognese dialect the elderly. The photographer and blogger Danilo Masotti in Bologna has made appropriate object of study, following them, studying them and photographing them. He started a blog to disseminate the results of his research, I recommend very highly! Click therefore http://umarells.splinder.com/ ! And do not miss the story dell'Umarell sportosi too curious that the ongoing work on the hole we fell in!

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Best Intro in the history of Rock! 1 THE WHO!



The intro is the most exciting times of a song, a sort of springboard that thrusts you into the atmosphere of the song. This is especially true for classic rock, where the intro is a real advance which sometimes contains as much part of the chorus.
E 'the intro of a song to unleash the enthusiasm of the audience in the concerts: Bob Dylan knows this and for years disguised attacks stretching in an infinite and changing them into something that has nothing to do with the song.

I decided to inaugurate a series of posts with my favorite intro of all time, which probably many have done, but no matter.
We open the series with none other than the WHO! Their songs are still barrels of energy that can beat even the best tonic, many are open from muscle performances by Keith Moon as "THE OX" or keyboards as "Will not Get Fooled Again" and "Baba O 'Ryley" . Less robust but always beautiful "Pinball Wizard" . Last but not least "MY GENERATION" which in practice has not introduced and it is certainly best known for the finale ....

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Guilt

long time no write on this blog. When this happens, usually, and 'cause I do with the daily flood events, also because' going in to living history with Prisca, I create an emotional upheaval that I can not stand. Waves are emotional, and sometimes 'more' strong sometimes less, this for all situations that challenge us emotionally. It 'something I've observed in myself and also in Prisca, over the years, in various situations that arise, whether they were linked to the disease, whether they were linked to other things in life, even if the latter were always, inevitably, intertwined with the disease. Now, when I write our history, I can not help but relive it with the mind, heart, and so on emotions, sometimes feelings of guilt, that evil, they want to sneak more .... By the time we lived in different situations, I know I did everything I could humanly do more 'I could not, but now cold, I think that what I have done it differently, I could do that too' other .... confront the disease, when and 'severe and prolonged and' stress is difficult to quantify. The only way that we have found, and 'was to work on our psychological condition, striving to maintain balance, of course sometimes we cried together or separately, argued, screamed, one needs to ease the tensions that build up the way .... and best 'therapy of laughter and sports, but the time when you could not practice, you had to find another outlet. But there were moments of short, very short duration, then we hope and reattached to the fact that life is still lived, and how we 'were given. We all want to be born billionaire with a chance 'to do only what we want and go to the places of the earth where there is' the best climate, the landscape more 'beautiful when we go' ... I'd like to hear the opinion of one of these billionaires born, a really happy, that can honestly state that lacks for nothing. However, I remain convinced that if we were born in a certain place with certain characteristics, that 's what we try, we need to evolve and grow spiritually. And with this conviction, Prisca and I, we lived our story to the end. I think that moments of crisis when we arrived we walked away from the concept. Maybe this is 'one of the "laws of the world" mentioned by Battiato in the song "The Cure", which I have already' mentioned in the post "Evolution" and in these times when I do the wave overwhelmed emotionally attached to nostalgia, guilt feelings, I just have to return to the concept that has guided and supported during the most 'difficult.