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My sister has freckles

I have a sister

that the freckles, the EC has since small freckles. I've only her sister. I'm just glad to have her, because she makes for all the sisters that I could have but I did not. The best friend of my sister has freckles. It has a lot more than my sister. As a child, like a child in Dublin. Now that I'm not grown up so much more you want, you just want a normal good. We are both married. That almost Dublin also had a baby, just do not know if it is confused with a child in Belfast because I've never seen. My sister never says things behind him, prefers to look into your eyes when you must tell you something. Once was dire una cosa al sindaco di Ravenna, e siccome lo ha visto in una piazza di Ravenna è andata lì e gli ha detto tutte quelle cose che doveva dirgli; stava lì, lo guardava in faccia e gli diceva tutte le cose che gli si erano accumulate dentro. Il sindaco di Ravenna si è vergognato come un ladro. A star lì a discutere con mia sorella c’è sempre da vergognarsi come i ladri. Non so, ha questa capacità di dire delle cose oneste e le cose oneste spesso hanno un odore di verità. Un’altra volta, quando io avevo tre anni e mia sorella uno, era settembre ed eravamo in montagna; lei aveva la febbre ed io no, stavo bene insomma. Mio babbo e mia mamma mi avevano lasciato nell’appartamento a vegliare mia sorella. Mi avevano given a magazine to look at the pictures that I just could not watch it because I was afraid that my sister died, and then the newspaper instead of watching her. From the balcony of our apartment you could see The Lake South.
When she went to Genoa to scream that no one in the interests of the poor and Mareblu Romolini they brought me home as he was playing, so I said thanks, thanks for telling me brought home the whole , just as it was playing.
My sister treats me like a cat is your cat. So if you have something to say to me you have to see her, too, for strength. Even if you have this great feeling of protection against me He has always this concern that I am well, that's pretty happy. Do not ever tell him but I have always this concern that you are well, be happy.



you Now that I have put up against the wall we see how well you do. Anyway, you're the one with which I would do that thing there.

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Above the city

something so I could not believe it. Even when I was a child and even when I was a kid something like that happened to me. It 'something like that so my staff and I can not tell you. Only the boundaries of this thing I you see. And I do it for you, that in the center of this thing is like the core of the sun and looking at the core of the sun becomes blind, forever.

will be Saturday, July 12 was not so long ago. I went to these quiet streets of the hill then turn into mountain roads. And suddenly I became the oak beech. Where did I got a river, then up. Then I went even higher, up to a meadow where have built the Hotel Paradiso. And here I touched the core of the sun without burning. The hotel Paradise

there were only old men, a girl reading a book and the families of Rome that gave the slap their children. And then there were Franco el'Ernesta preparing the real piadina. Beech fell from the black bugs, that if morivi crushed by the stench. I think I have poisoned the blood of those bugs. From Saturday, July 12th I can not sleep.

And then I looked up and saw the sun among the beech trees and then down and saw that I was above the city. And I came to cry.

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Sea turtles

people know that if you look into not end there, but have a deep hole. All other end there, but they do not. They have this deep hole.
It 's a hole that does not sleep.
Other people are fish, the ones with the deep hole they are sea turtles. Swim long in depth, but sooner or later must return to the surface to breathe.
I love most people that if they look into a deep hole. Raise the finger to show me things I'd ever seen. And that's why always thank.

There are people that if you look into the never-ending.

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Daje Trecciola Daje

I wanted to write a post on the fact that today there is the Palio, but I got a head full of hot and now I finally hangs his head. Then I started to say things that came to mind in the camera. I have a good voice but no. I have a bad voice.

E 'a bad my voice, even bad ideas become good with that voice there. All these people telling me you have a beautiful voice, you should do a radio show, the kind of night, the kind where they put DJ's voice is soft. I thought then that, I am made a culture of jazz records in view of the future radio career.

I also thought the title of the program, so to speak.

Kaba in the night, a title like that, so to speak. A bit bombastic, but who cares.

Monday to Friday, from eleven o'clock at night. I thought the whole schedule. But now I was an orphan of the idea of \u200b\u200bmy voice. We decided to open a web-radio made up of bloggers. But now I've lost enthusiasm. I could locate myself from 1 to 3 am there so that I do not listen to anybody. Much. All these
pistolotti I had made up Django Reinhardt, Keith Jarret up, cursed the lives of these people in jazz ... now what can I do with these pistolotti? I throw them in the trash? I have taken
bitterness when I heard my voice, but bitterness ...
I'm here inside the site of the town of Siena, where the horses have made the draw for the quarters?
Here it is ... my cousin this year to star dumb. The porcupine has hired Trecciolino, and Trecciolino or victory or death. This year celebrates forty years Trecciolino. A gentleman jockey this Trecciolino here. It 's a tough, those who like women. E 'born in the suburbs of Siena, if necessary to give a whipping to the other riders and gives them a few stories. A rod has never killed anyone, gone.
Istria has already allotted the Menhir, a 6 year old gelding. I do not know what a gelding, so to speak. It gives me the idea of \u200b\u200ba horse with which they make the pork chops, the gelding. Let's hope so.
Maybe if you can not beat the other horses in speed could take them on the shoulder.
Al Ram is allotted Iolaus, a gelding 5 years. Well my cousin is in place. This year's mutton he wanted to spend money in the jockey, took that Jerome, a rookie. Trecciolino eats it.

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Bhem children ...

Bhem children, but I
in a day so full of hot, in a day as Sunday, so festive air, with the large butterflies of the month of June that pirouettes in the air ... no, but I say, in such a day, which I just finished watching the machines that run and then run the bike ... now, at this here, ranging from five to sunset, with this light, full of moisture. ..
Bhem children
but I do I do? Ah, I know what I do ... I am doing something that in two hours I was free, a good thing invented on time, fast, easy to do that then there's the game tonight ... and you know that all Italians watched the game, now I know we lost the first game but did not know, these are things that happen .. . ... sin will be for another time. So no, I do that take up my new bike, a beautiful new bike color 'white sky', a beautiful color that s'abbina all ... then I go up there riding my bike, riding a soft, well done fully fledged, that when I am there on my bike I seem to be in the chair.
Bhem children
but the beauty of the roads of Emilia Romagna to five on a Sunday afternoon, these streets are lost in the countryside and in the hill and then you make smaller and smaller as a van on ... Beauty worse than blistering heat, it takes your breath away in a ruthless way, that not even the bad guys can do more than warm. And you stand there gasping in this sea of \u200b\u200bwheat, with your bike color 'blue white', your water bottle color 'blue white' ...
're there, peaceful and happy, in this way that there is even a free car ... you look around, there are none, large crickets, cicadas great, but even a Christian. Then all other Christians are at sea, to seek the cool, they say. All are people who come down from Bologna, Modena, in this city without the sea ... a mess, a thick, a sound all there ... stesi, pigiati a pigliare il sole...uno stress, un’agitazione...
C’è anche il bagno dei surfisti, per dire. Che se tè sei un surfista emiliano-romagnolo vai lì in ‘sto bagno e non ti senti più solo. Non ti senti più un’anima persa. Ah, io me lo sono sempre chiesto cosa fanno i surfisti emiliano-romagnoli in questo mare che, quando butta bene, ha delle onde di venti centimetri. Allora mi vien da pensare che si racconteranno le loro avventure nei mari di tutto il mondo, poi, una volta stanchi di parlare, con le loro tavole sotto il braccio, il vento nei capelli e il sole sugli occhi...scenderanno sul bagnasciuga ad aspettare le onde grosse.
Solo che non vengono mai queste onde grosse, e loro stan lì, to age, waiting for the Great Wave. Anxiety, agitation for the big wave that never comes ... This bath for surfers as the Desert of the Tartars, a tear, a wait that never ends ... eh, but it's not possible, I I hope that is very nearly a tsunami in the Adriatic, on Wednesday, perhaps, to give surfers the Emilia-Romagna Wednesday from their lions.
Bhem children
now I'm almost at the end of the tour, I'm looking at the gardens of the lord of Romagna, all beautiful, ordered, with plaster figurines of all white, white ... these beautiful gardens, a silence, a perfume . We are here in the garden of the gentlemen who have put two boxes of bees, so to speak, so the morning always have fresh honey. A vision these guys Romagna, a sparingly.
These beautiful cottages, a real nice, not a beautifully restored ... these wonderful houses of a beautiful old, not a nice fake antique ... with these enormous tables, laden shade of a poplar a poplar huge, leafy, shady as hell, and below is a good, a fresh ... Madonna, it seems to be on the set of a Fellini film ... I almost stopped me. And the best part is that if I stop dan me to drink, eat, eating and drinking my fans ... I sleep in the shade of poplar, which is then from there I do not feel like getting up.
I stop right here, in this beautiful town in the shadow of his rival, who sleeps in this town this Sunday in June, with a name like that you call the beautiful village of San Marco. A beautiful town of Romagna with the name of a saint, a great holy evangelist, who also had three friends, three friends evangelists too. And in this beautiful village where the river passes through, on this Sunday of June, I fill the bottle 'white sky' and I rinse my face sweat. This beautiful fountain, a gleam ... know ... the old fountain have put in the shade here in the middle ... surrounded by trees, plants ... this fountain of the village of San Marco, who seems almost a baptismal font, which you could also baptize infants, so to speak. I am a well here. A disappointment, a shame that there is here Pascoli, who with his sensitivity, faced with this quiet Sunday in late June, in front of a fountain as well, with your feet in this fragrant greenery ... who knows that poetry he pulled out grazing. I always cry when I read the filly transfer, to say. Even now, at this age. I'll be sensitive soul, will be by bicycle, all these images that pass before me, boh, who knows.
Bhem children
now I will put below the face of a cyclist Romagna suffering, anxiety and agitation that has the surfer's Emilia-Romagna region of their orphaned lions on Wednesday. So now ho visto anche la faccia di Baol...e insomma, un abbraccio a lui e uno per uno a tutti voi. Senza litigare, eh.





Che poi, a vederla qui, sembra di un intenso sta foto, di un ricercato...e, invece, è solo frutto di un grande male alla pancia. Davvero eh. Per dire...a volte...le cose. E allora tanto che son qui, un abbraccio lo darei ad una amica che ogni tanto ha male alla pancia, proprio come questo ciclista romagnolo nella foto. E quando il male alla pancia passa, quest’amica, fa delle foto bellissime con una macchina nuova bellissima.


Ma, senza che nessuno se ne abbia a male, l’abbraccio più grande è per la signorina H. La signorina H. è una Miss that you can not want that good. Has problems with Sunday. Even those of June.

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burn to summer days dazed by the sun, the stubbornness to avoid anything that would shelter. And the screams of my mother chasing me, the flies if they were stuck on the skin, stubborn you drank my blood. I think that in those days was a black blood, dark, dense as some of the oil. That the density of the oil can not say even ten seconds, and now that I think, perhaps, the oil is not even full, but for sure it was my blood. I was a dirty little beast, con un paio di ciabatte della Fass e dei pantaloncini rossi con una fettuccia bianca lungo gli orli; e quella era la divisa della mia estate, che poi, a dirla tutta, le ciabatte nemmeno le portavo tanto. Le lasciavo in un angolo della casa, magari all’ombra, o forse sparse, una in giardino e l’altra chissà dove.
In quei giorni la terra aveva sete, tanta sete. Il sole se ne stava lì in alto, silenzioso, e io lo guardavo per un secondo, come si guarda una persona degna di rispetto. Come quelle persone che se le fissi anche un solo istante di più, poi, non lo vai a raccontare in giro. C’erano spaccature e ferite profonde nella terra, ce n’erano dappertutto. Era uguale alla terra africana, la stessa che vedevo nei documentari, cosparsa di nugoli di bambini scuri con le teste grosse e le pance gonfie. E quei bambini, io non lo capivo perchè, si lasciavano succhiare dalle mosche; si lasciavano succhiare tutto, non solo il sangue. Le mosche le avevano sugli occhi, dentro alla bocca, in fondo alle orecchie. Ed erano mosche più crudeli delle nostre, che, se volevano, potevano anche farti dormire per sempre.
Nell’aria infuocata del pomeriggio portavo la mano alla fronte per farmi riparo e guardare l’orizzonte. E l’orizzonte brulicava di una luce incerta, pari pari a quella del deserto, quella maligna che genera i miraggi. Voltavo la testa a destra e a sinistra come fanno le vedette e cercavo il trattore di mio nonno. Lo vedevo là in bottom, near the river rival digging ditches. Was under pressure to quench the thirst of the plants which he loved, those he worked for a lifetime. These ditches were water veins, veins that were used to feed the trees from which I gathered the peaches, plums, cherries with which I snack or simply thrown away, horizon. And they were sweet fruits, with thick skin and shiny, and now that I think I had never thanked my grandfather for the fruit.
format with my cousin and my sister, cruel and a band across the fields around the house looked like dark-skinned weasels and our constantly moving us covered with a thin film of sweat and the sun were polished and lubricated as the bodywork of a car. Then slip into the ditches as crocodiles, in silence, not being discovered by my grandfather and we expect covered with mud and annoyed to see that our second skin die. And with the fabricated mud balls, bigger than a fist, to pull against the tan lizards among the stones of the old house, the one our grandparents had lived many years before. And the lizards they hit and how, sometimes remained completely trapped in the mud, sometimes leaving a tail severed between the stones.
And then one day I was alone. I tried but my cousin had gone to the spa, my sister and I knew that was not there. I had seen her go in a bicycle with his friend and bike in the trash had slipped something. I was lying on the cold tiles of the corridor to read a book. But I was hot, sweating their own, and I was bored. My mother was in the dining room, listening to a song of Matia Bazar and told me not to be lying on the ground. I went out, just to do something. And before the window of the room and the kitchen was a bowl of dark stone and covered with moss. It had been filled with clear water and without hesitation I sat on the board, dipping his legs to the knee. I kept my legs give up to feel the coolness, kicking water at a rate of Matia Bazar.
I heard off the radio and turn on the telly. I saw behind the screen the light blue screen and the dark silhouette of my mother who did her nails.
"What gives the film?" I asked.
"Obsession, Visconti's"
"It 's good?"
"Yes, it's nice, you're goodie ..." Then I went
standing at the edge of the tub issandomi on the ledge, nearly breaking through the screen door, and crouched there for me more than two hours. Massimo Girotti tank top I was nice and the movie seemed to me the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I did not understand everything around, and I kept asking questions to my mother
"What do you call him?"
"Gino, you know as well ..."
"Mom, do you call the fat? "
" Bragana, let me hear the movie now ...".
almost ended in the evening, and was no longer so hot. On the sill, with me, had risen and the cat, before coming down, the scalciai below.
I walked along a path towards the channel from which my grandfather was pumping water to fill the ditches. I was just happy. I loved my mother, my grandfather, I liked to walk barefoot in the dust. And from that day I loved the cinema.

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The mystery of the children in the belly

Now I have to write a post on abortion because they told me because I want to write and write, but to speak of abortion is something so difficult that it makes me sweat. I, my greatest experiences I've experienced when I was young that I was in the mountains and once there was a woman who had four children, that at least two were my friends, and was about to have their fifth child. And to me that what the fifth son, who was locked in a stomach which had already hosted four children, it seemed to me a mystery so great that when they told me to touch her belly to feel the kicks I will not touch because I was afraid a mysterious . And the mystery of life in the womb, as we understand I, is a jurisdiction which belongs only to women, that thing powerful motherhood only they can know what it is. And if at some point in their lives and live a pain so great a suffering so great as to say that this baby in my belly that I am now, at this point in my life, I decide not to have ... well, if they come to say this, no one can put his mouth, but no one at all. And those people are men, and those people who are church people need to talk to each other and not that. They are also professionals in the mystery of faith, but what about the mystery of children in the womb and that otherworldly bond that develops between a mother and a son, their non possono riempirsi la bocca di ipocrisia. Che, fino a prova contraria, il mistero dei bambini nella pancia è piantato nella terra per quanto è reale, mentre il mistero contenuto nella professione di fede è più piantato nell’aria. E uno stato che sia uno stato e non la controfigura di uno stato deve difendere le proprie donne che sono la cosa più bella e misteriosa che ha. E così facendo difenderà anche i suoi bambini. E quindi 194 è un numero di civiltà e rispetto.

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CLOSE THIS BLOG

Nothing, in short, I have to close the blog for a time determined ... but rest assured that when you are ready to reopen it will come to I try, and then you do not even make the effort to come and see if I came back

but I leave you with the post on abortion ... and in the meantime think

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Sometimes I

Last night I strutted with Hiraeth on my child's communist past and she wasted no time saying that last summer has drained a bottle of Sangiovese Guccini. Apart from that getting a drink Guccini Sangiovese is as simple as washing hands with soap, but despite this, I felt threatened. As if the fact of my past festivals and a film club unit was called into question. Then I remembered that once the party of Punta Marine unit, it is called something like five years ago, there was the concert of Nomads and so at five o'clock we were at the party to take seats. Then, while my mom and my sister if they were sitting on the bench in the front row, me and my dad, to do something to men, we went into the tent of billiard tables to see if there was someone who was playing. In fact there were Augustus Daolio and Beppe Carletti (Nomadi souls of the two) that if they were there to smoke and throw down some pins with the balls of billiards. And speaking of Augustus Daolio Beppe Carletti and in the lower valley is like talking about John Lennon and Paul McCartney for the rest of the world. Then I stood there in silence for an hour, and inside me I knew I was going through one of those things where it's worth saying: "I was there." Then, in the end, I believe he won Beppe Carletti.
Look, this thing with the episode of the pool I think I've swept my dispute with Hiraeth , even if for a moment I felt really threatened.


Tina mi ha invitato a svolgere un meme gastronomico, solo che in questa storia del meme gastronomico c’è un guaio, ovvero che io e la cucina siamo al massimo lontani conoscenti. Per non sapere né leggere né scrivere vi nomino tutti, e se volete sapere di che si tratta andate sul blog di Tina .
L’abbinamento che dovrei scegliere, da buon romagnolo, è piadina e squaquerone...ma siccome è troppo facile ve ne dico uno che non vi aspettate e che ho visto mangiare in francia da uno che non ha battuto ciglio: marmellata e baccalà. Giuro che è vero. Ho avuto il mal di mare per una settimana.

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In the beautiful Romagna, on Sunday morning

Come tutte le domeniche mattina in Romagna, i vecchi spazzano i loro cortili...e io, My cousin, Julia, who is three years in addition to our niece, we discuss how much they have in common and Pan Baustelle of stars, so to speak.
here in Romagna, on Sunday morning, there is never missing anything. But nothing.

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Things are not original

to see things not original ... I thought instead of listening to Charlie surfing started as a rap that this crazy love that this Lele Battista. Nice though, really nice ... there's also this thing of love as the most sacred degl'imbroglioni ... no, come on, pretty perdavvero.

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summer in Big Blue

I, at 17 years, I took my courage in both hands and rose on a blue bus that took me to the Riviera. And on this bus there were a lot of other guys and girls who were with me in riviera, full of dreams and hopes. That our trip was a hopeful everyone knew, because we had to learn French well enough to leave the world open-mouthed when they return home. Allow everyone to really rock the progress made in those three weeks in the Riviera that if, then, we went, we could safely leave our lives in Italy and settle in France on how well the French would come from our mouths.
And that summer spent in France to learn the language, a French family hosted me in their French house, but me and my friend, also contained their daughter and another French boy Switzerland. And, again, the French daughter had just had a shower and what with one thing and another has lost the towel that ended quietly on the ground. So I, who was leaning against the doorjamb, and my friend who was sitting in his chair and watching TV, we were plaster with their mouths open. To make you understand ... we were just paralyzed to see all that amount of beauty in the original French, that is, just genuine. The French subsidiary has waited a while to see if we ended the paralysis then ran away with a great dramatic scene, as if he were dead the only love of his life. In the evening at dinner, I had the courage to face her, but I looked up to the ankles under the table. To say my cowardly nature.
And on the beach in the afternoon after school, the girls in our group had the choice of boyfriends provisional French, who in reality were of black African boys. And these young Africans, who were kind of lifeguards and helpers, had the best of our physical, in truth, we were a little haggard. This is why the girls chose them and we spent the whole afternoon kissing in the mouth. The only one who was saved from the normal kids I was that I had this great inner beauty, but you could see from the outside, and then, so, I am saved.
However, the most impressive thing about that summer was the French blue that filled things. The horizon was blue, the sea was blue and you, after two steps taken in this sea, deep and not just in my sea you have to make some miles before collapsing. The ladies were blue in Nice, Cannes ones were blue, the blue stands, oranges, blue, blue ferries, a baguette spread with pate, the French mother gave me in the morning as a packed lunch, it was blue. And since eating the diseased liver was not me, just out of the house French hosting us, threw it in the trash that was too blue.
Then, towards the last week, I took off the occhiali con le lenti azzurrate e il mondo è tornato normale. Ma ormai la mia anima era blu.

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Giapan

Questo è un appello alle persone un pò tristi, che ora respirano nell’acqua ma tra un pò potrebbero respirare nell’aria. Io ed Alabama vi diamo la possibilità di girare la testa e di respirare finalmente come si deve, regalandovi l’occasione di iscrivervi alla prima banda Yakuza italiana su suolo giapponese, con tanto di katana e tatuaggio compresi nel prezzo. E’ che se avete una vita vuota noi ve la riempiamo con degli ideali, tipo la fedeltà ai capi (che saremmo io ed Alabama), e if you have a full life we've emptied from the useless things, and then you gain no matter what. If you do not know exactly, a yakuza gang, is like a mafia clan, but with many more ideas and Sake.
Now I do tattoos of snakes in the back to show that they are hard and that in times of need can make moves with mortal hands. And Alabama, perhaps, you make large holes in your ears, you do not know but since Japan is quite unconventional. Then we go around the streets of our land and ask the money to the people. And if they do not give them because we beat them we can not do step on his feet from the ordinary people. We accept the yen, the euro, the rubles, and Chinese soldiers. The dollars and other money because they are not in free fall. Those in the photo are the first members, so watch out (they look like Japanese but I am triveneto of transplants).
Each of us has some white and one black, one side a side a and b. Now is the time (here I refer to footloose ... if someone does not understand then I'll tell apart). It 'time to be bad. And I will be a Yakuza. I'll be in a Big Giapan.

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The consideration of women

On the Internet it says that women would give no thought to Bruno Vespa while to appear on TV.

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In Bologna, these days, there was the exhibition of artistic things, which are so called because it should be at least a little more beautiful than normal. The type that if you just sit on a chair you notice, even normal, while in a chair almost artistic you mind sitting down, that there we are matters of beauty and values \u200b\u200bthat are added to the surface.

fact my sister on the chairs that are transparent and artistic I almost never put down, I rather sit on the couch. And then my back does not like transparency, and above all the beauty uncomfortable.

Oh, I'll be hurt, but all this beauty, there at the fair, I have not seen. Yes, someone, but just a few. E 'lacks sincerity. Background lacks the sincerity and thus the depth. And the things that are on the surface are a little bitter, usually.

Also the last time I was in Venice, where there was this thing that is the Biennale of Architecture, era più sincero il fuori che il dentro. E per fuori intendo la città di Venezia, e nello specifico l’Arsenale e le Corderie.

Ecco, un edificio bello come le Corderie mi lascia sempre stupefatto e poi, se penso che li dentro ci facevano le corde per le navi, capisci anche che c’è della profondità in un edificio così, che far le corde con perizia per secoli non è mica una roba da poco. Sì, con i miei amici abbiamo discusso delle cose organiche di Calatrava o degli interventi di Rafael Moneo alla Giudecca ma così, per dire. Mica perchè ci credevamo veramente. E poi non c’era nemmeno un plastico degli architetti che secondo me fan le cose belle.

E allora mi sono stancato presto, and since there were some passages in the Arsenal in the water, and on this journey there were panels of the projects, I entered this path, then at the bottom of trenches there were lumps of wood and I We are sitting on it. And there was a view from those cubes indescribable, that embraced everything in the water from the Arsenal. Then came a young lady with a label telling me to get up there that you could not stand, it was dangerous and could fall into water. I did look seductive and told me that the skin I was playing, but there was nothing to do. And people around here have started to laugh, and I would almost ask what they had to laugh.

Then coming back we stopped at the fish market in Rialto, with that light there in the evening ...

Here, you tell me a fish market most beautiful of the Rialto ( Desa and Prescia Salterana up with Palermo ... but, before saying, they should carefully consider the Rialto, and then it's so beautiful Vanessa Beecroft that makes us the facilities, then it is true that Jenny Saville moved to Palermo, but mica lives on the market).

... It 's just a matter of space, light, water ... there is none, for others there is none.

then lose time sitting on the benches overlooking the Giudecca, the ones that are on Riva of the Partisans (who already this argument in their favor), is a wasting of time that is worth losing. One goes for a ride to the gardens of the Biennale and then sits there, so, as if she thought. In fact, to me, when I am there, I always think what they think those who live in Venice pretend (type S. Giorgio, Giudecca ...) than those who live in the real Venice. If you happen to consider themselves children of a lesser god. One day I know that I'll ask her. I
in those cities as a young and dynamic credit cards (such as London, Milan, Barcelona-no, perhaps in Barcelona live there, I have to think well-, Paris, NY ...) non ci abiterei tranne che in orizzontale, mentre a Venezia ci abiterei. Lo so che a Venezia in estate hai la sensazione di prendere il colera da un momento all’altro (almeno per me) e in inverno diventi così triste che vorresti affondare nella laguna. Ma Venezia mi si confà...ma anche città tipo Genova, Marsiglia...ecco, col mare e le strade strette, sacrificate...però Venezia di più, che c’ha dei valori aggiunti che vi dico un’altra volta perchè ora ho sforato. Ma Venezia di più, sì.

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p.s.

Anja , non t'arrabbiare...che con quelli che abitano a Milano non c'ho mica niente...era così per dire, per scherzare...

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Holocaust is forever

Se questo è un uomo

Voi che vivete sicuri
Nelle vostre tiepide case,
Voi che trovate tornando a sera
Il cibo caldo e visi amici:
Considerate se questo è un uomo
Che lavora nel fango
Che non conosce pace
Che lotta per un pezzo di pane
Che muore per un sì o per un no.
Considerate se questa è una donna,
Senza hair and without name With no more strength to remember

eyes empty and her womb cold Like a frog in winter
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forget that this was:
Remember these words. Carve them in your heart

When at home because,
bed, rising;
Repeat them to your children. Or have you undone
Home,
illness impede you, May your children
twist their faces from you.

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The items to be added are few, almost none.

But if our memories are too cramped, if not teach our children the memory, if the pain and horror do not take our eyes at the sight of those images associated with these words ... the final lines of the First Levi surprise us in the sweetness of sleep ... that the house you are cheeky, that prevents us from disease, that our born twist his face from us, our soul remains alone and leave us a number to remember.

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Reproduction of the noise and love fintezza

I am convinced that when winter comes, my brain is braking. It depends on the winters, but there are cases in which the brake can also be abrupt. And the least thing that I put myself in the head is not being able to pull out of the thoughts the same as those of the summer. Then the other day, and with a bit of a surprise since it thought the winter, I got this idea to split the walls of what was to scream. A bit annoys me tell you why I have not patented, but can not resist. In practice, I had the idea to build a stage set of sounds, sounds like summer to play the typical day of a summer day. So I downloaded by Internet rumors that I did not think even existed on the Internet. Noises like the casinos that cicadas in summer, or the casinos that the frogs in the summer, or stripped of the south wind load of sand from the pine needles of the pine trees standing here outside my house, and, in short all sounds so, to this effect. Then, here in the computer's speakers, I put the crickets in the great stereo speakers, I put the frogs in those of the small stereo, the birds in the morning (such as sparrows, finches ...), I put in the vaults of television the wind, I put the mp3 player in river water. Then I turned up the heat and got in short sleeves. And my cats, when they have heard all of these stimuli sound, have placed themselves at attention and have rubbed my eyes because they do not stand up to the finches. As an artificial paradise that has also come, but my head must have sensed the deception because it produced a single thought that it was not even a girlfriend. It was a thought on fintezza love. The other day a friend of mine told me to be almost in love with a girl from Romania and I naturally I came to warn him about fintezza love. Only he, who has a functioning brain even in the cold months, decided to not listen to me and his love of life as it was. In fact, in the end, I was ashamed of my racism sentimental but I told that was not my fault, but the cold.

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Hello Bulow

The day before yesterday has died Arrigo Boldrini, then, for us to Ravenna, was simply Bulow. Commander of 28th Brigade Garibaldi Mario Gordini, "the hero of the Resistance, since 8 September, he organized the guerrilla warfare in the lowlands around Ravenna, the city has prevented the bombing by the Allies liberating it from those nice people who were the nazi -fascists, it was Senator of the Republic and many other things.

I, I was a child Communist , Bulow I saw him many times and each time her eyes full of wonder. The demonstrations April 25, at parties or unity, or when passing in front of his house near the Duomo my father told me: "Look there Bulow," and I took me a lot to frame the little man with small look dark and determined. And 'it was too small to be a hero, and perhaps too old.

I have an unhealthy passion for the history of resistance, especially in my region, and the only card I have is the policy of the NPC (National Association of Italian Partisans) ... ah, carry it with great pride. And 'that sometimes those books full of existential philosophical considerations and perspectives that people use as an address life (such as books Siddartha or so) things can be replaced by lighter and with fewer pages, card type PNA (at least for me, and one is always more than zero ...). I put this photo of Bulow among children because that's the place where people like him should be that great c'han his head too hard. My April 25, in recent years, the step cycle along the rivers of my land. Every time I stop in a place where blood was spilled to free, which is a stele, a stone or whatever. And I thought of in the middle of the crickets and silence. This year will also be one for you. Hello
Bulow.

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Johnson pharmacist

This post write to say that friendship is strange. And because several times I came across the strange friendship that I thought he should fix this strange thing. If not, at times, the concepts escape. Me and Baol we are friends, friends that we have never seen, but still friends. And then, forcing the concept, you can also say that we are kind of a joint-venture ... not a joint-venture companies, and because I Baol are not companies, but a joint venture of human beings. A joint venture that is based on nothing, but still a joint-venture. And as I see it, in a consortium made of people with flesh and bones, things must be said without much hesitation in the face. Except that Baol , l'altro giorno, salta fuori dicendo che io e lui c'abbiamo un manager che si chiama Johnson . Io, all'inizio, pensavo che fosse quello del baby shampoo (da piccolo usavo quello giallo, poi quando han buttato sul mercato quello rosa-soft son diventato grande). Invece no, era un altro. Questo qui si chiama Johnson il Farmacista . Allora mi sono inca**ato un pò e ho detto a Baol che contro Johnson il Farmacista non c'ho niente, però le cose potrebbe anche dirle prima. E lui ci è rimasto un pò secco e per giustificarsi ha detto che Johnson il Farmacista è un bravissimo manager e che ha dei contatti anche in India. A me, questa cosa dell'India, mi è parsa a little strange but, basically, of Baol I trust. And now I have the problem of having to submit to the Pharmacist Johnson, who introduced me to people that I am not so good. So I decided to write this post resolution. In fact, some is written for the friendship and a little bit because it is written Baol read it and go to the pharmacist to tell Johnson that I wrote a post with a title that bears his name so that Johnson is to appear and not me. Then, nothing. Because now I'm off a bit of days and will not be there, I want to say that Johnson and Baol going to make presentations in Bombay do not talk. But for anything. If you want to go there Baol in Bombay, not me.
E 'that the hot and humid to me kill me. To say, when I was in North Africa, he killed the dry heat, not to mention the warm and humid. Here, the limit to limit, if I go to Bombay, the Imodium Johnson puts it as it is the pharmacist (hoping that this noun adjective indicating precisely what gives away the drugs). I for Imodium not take out a euro, it is clear.
Ben, I'm going. Hello.

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I, here, I've got such a sleepless night

I warn you now that the words that follow are more battered than usual, is that I wrote with squashing under gl'occhi

here now I do not know what to do, because I'm now four and I can not sleep. And every time this thing happens to me not to sleep, this sleep does not bother me much but is not m'invento of things and then not to think. And best not to think well done is to read the thoughts that others have written but at least they are not yours (if that were your not sleep even more ... maybe even, never sleeps more). And nothing, even when it is night They come to me in what I write rhymes, but never mind because you are not intentional, in fact I'm quite random (did you see that even now that I've got the rhyme ... so, not at night I survive). So today my salvation was that it's IBS and I pack when the package arrives IBS attack him because I am curious to read the pieces here and there of the books I ordinato. E allora, per primo, ho cercato L’oro in bocca di Alice , ma quei disastri dell’Ibs me l’hanno depennato perchè non era ancora disponibile e così son rimasto senza e adesso l’ho già riordinato insieme a quello di Lb . Bene, era solo per dire che ho cominciato altri quattro libri oltre ai nove che sono sulla scrivania. Adesso di segnalibri non ne ho davvero più ma fa niente (ah, di notte non metto la punteggiatura...o comunque ne metto poca; anche di giorno non la metto ma di notte di meno). E nella fattispecie son due quelli che proprio ho per le mani adesso... Rome of Ugo Cornia Siam and then people of delicate Paolo Nori. Now that you know Paolo Nori is good and after that I lack only one of his to read ( tuba there) but if you just have to say I, for Ugo Cornia c 'I have a preference. Only in this one I'm reading there was such a setback, as if someone had told him to clean up the language. The beauty of Ugo Cornia c'aveva this language is that it started to get twisted straight (sometimes remained just wrong and that's it). Now is a little too straight. There are still spaces for a stunning beauty but they are here and there and you have to look. One thing that made me cry the beginning of Rome is that he was going around Modena to distribute certificates of election, then came to a place where there were people sitting outside, playing cards, a kind festival country, and have seen when he was the man of the certificates they have made the election around and they offered him wine. Then when he pulled out certificates and said he would sign for the recall, the old men have told him if we win something with that sign with that certificate. And those who live in Emilia Romagna or knows very well that the old people always ask this thing if you win or you give them something to sign something. Even my grandparents were making the case. And then I began to cry (a bit too because my eyes burn from the White Night). Here recently I tell you that it's okay to buy used Baricco, Amman and friends ... but there are also authors who deserve at least equal if not more (for me more ... if I have to tell me) ... well , sti type here Cornia or Nori people buy them who are sensitive.
(Yes but it also includes Alice and Lb that girls are just as sensitive if not more, for me more se proprio devo dir io...)

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A kind of hope, full of hope, grace, lightness and other things that will tell you when I will in mind

A casa mia non ho abbastanza segnalibri carini e devo strappare dei fogli di carta per ricordare il punto in cui sono arrivato a leggere. Ho una specie di sindrome che mi fa cominciare i libri ma non me li fa finire, e così adesso ho nove libri che stanno su una pila e non so se li finirò mai. Il post che dovevo scrivere era su uno di questa specie di segnalibri, che nella fattispecie è un biglietto di un concerto dei Radiohead di dieci anni fa, e, siccome al concerto son già stato, adesso quel biglietto ha il valore della carta da buttare nel macero, tipo di quella carta che il macellaio usa per avvolgerci la carne che perde il sangue. Mi è sembrato una bella cosa dare al biglietto dei radiohead the possibility of beginning a second life as a bookmark. It 's like telling everyone that in life there is always a hope and a chance to start over. And 'that I like the cinema and then sometimes I like to think these things. In short, I should have but now I can not. Now I can not speak of bookmarks because tonight I went to buy a watercress piadinara from my trust and when they came under teloncino plastic does not get wet because I spoke with a gentleman and I knew he was going to be sold the shack of tortillas. So when the stranger is gone, I attacked a little bit to see if it was true that he wanted to sell, and if it was true, because he wanted sell ... and that I would be directly responsible for all the bad tortillas that I ate at a future without her. And then I said some other things I forgot. Then she started telling me things I did not understand and then I understood. They were so beautiful and after a while, though his face was normal, in the eyes of salt water is checked. Type a small sea. As if one had a dead sea in his eyes. And if you put an egg in the dead sea he floats on how much salt there. He told me that since small your body produces more calcium and bone-forming species that should not occur. And this time, the bone in addition, has formed inside the head. The need to operate and no one knows how it will end. So now sells everything. I am lacking words of comfort to say things, but good luck. She said: "We hope that the wolf should die" and we laughed. Then I realized that while the spread tortillas with a rolling pin used to tell me here and there secrets on how to make a good flat bread. As if I do not want to leave empty-handed, as if I wanted to put in a position to make me alone the flatbread if you do not find a worthy substitute. And then two of them also share these secrets with you, but only two, others keep them for me. One is that the yeast is always bought sealed in small quantities and the other is to use only the salt of salt of Cervia. In this way, the flatbread is pretty big and pretty soft. I have a good relationship with my piadinara even if I am one who speaks little. I'm an atypical Romagna Romagna while she is a typical and also speaks for me. And then live in a place that I like a lot, and is close to Brisbane, where there begins the climb up Mount Mauro. Are places I do cycling and therefore I can only love, is that my bike makes me love all the places through with her, become such paths of love and beauty than I do with my bike. And, to say the feeling is that with my piadinara, she as a young man was riding his bicycle and then when the children were born in them members of a team ciclismo e quando si dovevano allenare, visto che erano piccoli, lei andava a fare i percorsi in bicicletta con loro. E la figlia l’ho anche conosciuta perchè all’inizio faceva le piadine anche lei. Ed era bellissima. Non vi spiego il mio concetto di bellezza ma se vi dico che era bella dovete fidarvi. Io quando parlo di bellezza sono sui generis, del tipo che non mi fido mai dei canoni degli altri ma mi fido solo dei miei. Per me vale quella storia della prima impressione. E’ come se alle cose facessi una foto polaroid e solo di quella mi fidassi. Insomma, questa ragazza aveva il sorriso con la luce e per me questo basta e avanza. Ed era una ragazza romagnola tipica, come sua madre. Parlava sempre e poi in mezzo alle parole ci metteva un sorriso (uso l’imperfetto ma lei è viva e vegeta...è che per me vale solo il tempo dei miei occhi...quello che vedono è il presente e quello che non vedono è il passato o l’imperfetto o forse il futuro, forse). E allora quando andavo lì (e ammetto che nel periodo in cui c’è stata lei andavo con una frequenza che poi non ho più avuto...però la colpa non era mia ma del suo sorriso luminoso)...ecco, sì, dicevo...quando c’era lei io andavo lì e lei mi indicava gli alberi, visto che nel cortile della piadineria c’era un olmo, un pioppo e un gelso che adesso si è seccato. E visto che io amo gli alberi romagnoli ascoltavo molto volentieri quello che raccontava. Eran tutte cose sulle malattie degli alberi e sui tempi di fioritura degli alberi. No, niente, è che in quel periodo, all’università, stava studiando per l’esame di botanica e di alberi se ne intendeva tantissimo. Così io stavo un pò girato verso gli alberi e poi mi voltavo e facevo delle gran bocche di meraviglia per farla ridere, anche se non ce n’era bisogno perchè lei rideva benissimo da sola. Ecco, solo per dire tale madre e tale figlia e che a volte la continuità è una bella cosa.
....Poi ha finito di cucinare il crescione e me lo ha messo in un sacchetto e quando è stato il momento di pagare mi sono accorto che avevo pochi spiccioli e cinquanta euro attaccati. Così mi è rimasto un debito di un euro e le ho promesso che quell’euro I would have taken up cycling since upstream Mauro to settle my debt ... and piadinara she started to laugh. I know that I've thrown a little long but I am not good at saying things directly, it is important that you both understand that this post is kind of good luck for that lady there, that makes tortillas very good, riding a bicycle with their children, telling me the secrets of tortillas, who lives in a beautiful place in the hills that you go only with the jeep and the Panda 4x4 and has a daughter with an incredibly bright smile that know life and death of the trees of miracles Romagna.


Now is the time of smematura, similar to racking (which here is made at the closing in romagna of October) and the pig slaughter (which is done here in the Romagna at the end of December).
And nothing ... if I remember all those that I have unconsciously following persons are appointed, beautiful and bright smile: Alice (I expect it but the book does not come here .... hey you! buy the gold in the mouth ... the one on the side!) Desaparecida , Dressel , Maricri (which I always say such things beauty that I do not know how to repay ...), Laura , Guernica , Inenarrabile (che io starei sempre sul suo blog ad ascoltare la marcia turca e a vedere la signorina che cammina per la strada dove due persone si baciano)...e credo qualche altra persona un pò di tempo fa, anche se poi io, nella mia irresponsabilità, ho lasciato cadere nel dimenticatoio. Un giorno pagherò per tutto questo.
Ho deciso di fondere tutti questi meme in uno solo e di nominare cinque blog che amo parecchio. Lascio fuori per ragioni sentimentali quelli del baracchino ( Baol , Anja , Amaracchia , Desa ... which for me are always first prize ... but its always) and the young ladies that I have appointed (and even here, Alice, I must say something ... well, as she wrote, now we are almost inextricably linked ... and nothing, is the girl I admire a lot. Ah, the mail I write ... I wanted to put in it is also the review of Million Dollar Baby, maybe. But this time I've actually said something to stay dry. For what you wrote to me on your blog I do not know how to thank you. I have to think about).
Given that all the blogs included in my list on the right have a small garden in my heart (type that leave out Artemisia or The Guressa or Soy or Left or Prescia seems like a crime). uff ... but ... go to hell! ... I am not good to let out people ...
So the nominees here are these:



Categong :
Cate would be part of the kiosk just raised a sponge once and that was it. And he did it as a mere gesture without any aesthetic and practical purpose, then that is something typical of architects. And then this thing which has the Blogstar is my favorite, and then things tend to even though I forgave him from the Gazzelloni love, it is also true that I do love the flamingos but Gazzelloni is an ugly one. Cate is my opinion as the siren of the police, not because of the noise as well as for the radiant light, which falls in the eye if you need to close them by force. I have not ever seen mica and not even hope to be like in the physical to a police siren but I think it is. And then, according to me, Cate which has the head of a Hot ... like if you put your hand over your hair will burn and you have to take off. In fact, the hair has to put lotions with seeds linen cooled. And 'who thinks of things out of the ordinary, just smart, and then the head gets hot, but she is accustomed. Now you do the little mermaid chic in other oceans, such as social networks, and left us poor regular blogs on their own. In my opinion, a saint should not do so, but life is also seen worse.

Alabama :
What can I say, when I read your post and type I arrived in the middle ... or go to the bathroom or do I pee on him. And 'that the things he writes make me laugh like that is ugly to look at why one loses control of himself and his face is deformed and those entering that moment does not recognize you anymore. It also has a special ability that every time he invents a new nickname, always with the root Kab, but always different every time. And I have not yet figured out how to do. Keep in mind that lives in the midst Jappe, then the Japanese, and even if they try they can not even bend a little and, indeed, in my opinion is more Roman than when she left.

Francesca :
on the things I always do reviews in sentiment where the reason has little or nothing. And I think Frank is a person full of grace, so his blog is full of grace. And I do not mean mica full of drugs as it does in the film Maria Full of Grace. I mean the true grace, the one that has a relationship with the lightness of the beautiful things. His blog is so full of beauty that it almost seems too much. It 's like entering a hall filled with windows, and looking at each of these windows is rediscovering a piece of their lives (at least that goes for me ...). And who speaks to me with love elective affinity between Hisaishi, Kitano and Miyazaki I tattered my heart (to these three gentlemen are very sensitive here).


Fedesottovuoto :
If there is one thing that makes me gape in this world is the light. And Federica, who is also the lady who draws fumettisottovuoto, has this gift in hand. I mean just for comic Charlie Brown and Mafalda, I grew up with them and they are my only love. And for me, and Schulz Quino, are people who were in the hands of genius. And there was poetry in their hands. A comic I do not care nor the credibility, nor color, nor the coating ... I expect only the light ... and Faith has it.

Lb :
Why is the blog of Carrie Bradshaw. Because it makes me laugh, I like the way it deals with the life extension because the songs from the playlist ... and what if it would give me the right to a GoldCard to go to any social event, or artistic nature of what the hell it is. And then, again if it was for me, I would understand those gentlemen who make the shoes, like Manolo Blahnik (if any), or grants of mouflon (Gucci type) that is in their interest to get to Lb, at home, their collections. Then she would give the shoes to bags and their prominence in the great social events and would have all these people here for their return. Ah, I forgot that GoldCard includes access to the dressing rooms of the stars, so as to be able to do interviews with warm blood.
(I tried to buy his book to mail to no avail, and now I will try with IBS ... go ahead!)



And the critics' prize goes to Madd , which is not easy to write because he writes stories for orcs ... and writes so dense that every time I caught up in his words. But write, and in his vocabulary there are ten of mine.




ps There are blogs that I read but did not need my recommendation. However, for those there is never past, segnalo:
Chinasky , Elena , Eiochemipensavo , Bloggointestinale , Ninna (especially when he sings) and others that let you know when I will come to mind.