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Giovanni Sollima - daydream (Daydream) PART 1

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LESS THAN A MONTH TO START .......

Less than one month appointment with the Eco trail Gran Sasso of Italy , and Outdoor & Go Smile is excited about finalizing the last details of what the organization is may be called the queen of races in the mountains. In fact, the ground of race with its initial vertical miles, the hardness of the route on mountain trails with spectacular scenery of the peak of the Corno Grande 2912mt above sea level, and Pizzo of Pizzo Intermesoli Cefalone the catalog are among the most coveted racing competitions and charm of Italy.

Every year there is an increase of new participants who join athletes who once they become part of the faithful who hardly give up this appointment.

PAST EDITION OF THE TRAILER

PLAN OF ECOTRAIL Gransasso

Download the rules of the race

RACE Registration and reservations on the site Parkstrail.it

Information: Pierluigi
Parisse (head race)
tel. 3476663769
mail address pierluigi.parisse @ aquilasviluppo.it

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LESS THAN A MONTH TO START .......

Less than one month appointment with the Eco trail Gran Sasso of Italy , and Outdoor & Go Smile is excited about finalizing the last details of what the organization is may be called the queen of races in the mountains. In fact, the ground of race with its initial vertical miles, the hardness of the route on mountain trails with spectacular scenery of the peak of the Corno Grande 2912mt above sea level, and Pizzo of Pizzo Intermesoli Cefalone the catalog are among the most coveted racing competitions and charm of Italy.

Every year there is an increase of new participants who join athletes who once they become part of the faithful who hardly give up this appointment.

PAST EDITION OF THE TRAILER

PLAN OF ECOTRAIL Gransasso

Download the rules of the race

RACE Registration and reservations on the site Parkstrail.it

Information: Pierluigi
Parisse (head race)
tel. 3476663769
mail address pierluigi.parisse @ aquilasviluppo.it

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"... it is to deny all forms of hypocrisy and the existence of what exists and, furthermore, you know."

Umberto Galimberti, the seven deadly sins and new vices, 2003

I think there is another "vice" is not capital but collectively, according to the classification of Umberto Galimberti, more harmful and tail of it. Originally Freudian, as most of the century who knows he does not know the whole truth about himself, this disease spreads widen with megaphones communication becomes a glowing blob that clouds the mind, so we no longer see what we see only what we see. For Freud, in fact, was the antechamber of insanity.

is not removed, there is denial, denial, Verleugnung , is to deny that things are as they are and how we know who they are. From the Palestinian question to the affairs of our house, that's to find examples of this collective immorality download elsewhere that science and consciousness of what happened.

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Awana In Orange County

DISCLAIMER

"... it is to deny all forms of hypocrisy and the existence of what exists and, furthermore, you know."

Umberto Galimberti, the seven deadly sins and new vices, 2003

I think there is another "vice" is not capital but collectively, according to the classification of Umberto Galimberti, more harmful and tail of it. Originally Freudian, as most of the century who knows he does not know the whole truth about himself, this disease spreads widen with megaphones communication becomes a glowing blob that clouds the mind, so we no longer see what we see only what we see. For Freud, in fact, was the antechamber of insanity.

is not removed, there is denial, denial, Verleugnung , is to deny that things are as they are and how we know who they are. From the Palestinian question to the affairs of our house, that's to find examples of this collective immorality download elsewhere that science and consciousness of what happened.

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ADIRA

"angry is easy, they are all capable, but it is not easy, and above all not to be angry with the right person in the right size, the right way, at the right time and for good cause. "

Aristotle, Nicomachean Ethics

Dog Pooped Slimy Green

ADIRA

"angry is easy, they are all capable, but it is not easy, and above all not to be angry with the right person in the right size, the right way, at the right time and for good cause. "

Aristotle, Nicomachean Ethics

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"Death is not being able to communicate but it can not be understood." Pier Paolo Pasolini

Georgia Department Of Labor Third Tier

silence to my nation


to my nation

not the Arab people, not people of the Balkans, but not
ancient people living nation, but nation European
and what are you? Land of infants, hungry, corrupt rulers
employees of agricultural, prefects pigtails,
avvocatucci smeared with grease and dirty feet, officials
liberal bigots carcasses as uncles,
a barracks, a workshop, a public beach, a casino!

Millions of lower middle class as millions of hogs graze
pushing under the unscathed mansions, colonial homes
between now crumbling as churches. Just because you're
existed, now does not exist, just because you were
conscious, you're unconscious.

And just because you're Catholic, you can not think
that your evil is all evil because of all evil.

sank at your beautiful sea, the free world. Pier Paolo Pasolini

Pasolini: "In my country" from IdeeperCordenons.tv on Vimeo .

Georgia Department Of Labor Third Tier

silence to my nation


to my nation

not the Arab people, not people of the Balkans, but not
ancient people living nation, but nation European
and what are you? Land of infants, hungry, corrupt rulers
employees of agricultural, prefects pigtails,
avvocatucci smeared with grease and dirty feet, officials
liberal bigots carcasses as uncles,
a barracks, a workshop, a public beach, a casino!

Millions of lower middle class as millions of hogs graze
pushing under the unscathed mansions, colonial homes
between now crumbling as churches. Just because you're
existed, now does not exist, just because you were
conscious, you're unconscious.

And just because you're Catholic, you can not think
that your evil is all evil because of all evil.

sank at your beautiful sea, the free world. Pier Paolo Pasolini

Pasolini: "In my country" from IdeeperCordenons.tv on Vimeo .

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Wanderer, your footprints are
the way and nothing more, there
Wanderer
a path the way you go with ... "

path becomes the path

and turning back the look you see the path that you must never return to trample
.

Wayfarer, there is no
way but the stars in the sea ...

Antonio Machado

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Wanderer, your footprints are
the way and nothing more, there
Wanderer
a path the way you go with ... "

path becomes the path

and turning back the look you see the path that you must never return to trample
.

Wayfarer, there is no
way but the stars in the sea ...

Antonio Machado

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NOTHING 'PRESENT IN THE CHARACTERS OF BUFFALO

Nothing is a gift, everything is on loan.
are indebted up to the neck, I'll have to pay for me to myself, to make life in exchange for his life.
's so that is established, the heart must be made and the liver is made and each finger.
It 's too late to avoid the contract.
How much should I be taken away from me with the skin.
I'm off to the world through a crowd of other debtors.
on the obligation to pay some serious wings. Other
will, willingly or by force, to account for the leaves.
Column''to''every tissue that is in us.
not an eyelash, not a stalk to keep forever.
The inventory is accurate, and apparently we'll stick with anything.
I can not remember where, when and why I allowed that would open this account in my name.
The protest against it we call soul.
And this is the only item missing in the inventory ...

Wislawa Szymborska

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NOTHING 'PRESENT IN THE CHARACTERS OF BUFFALO

Nothing is a gift, everything is on loan.
are indebted up to the neck, I'll have to pay for me to myself, to make life in exchange for his life.
's so that is established, the heart must be made and the liver is made and each finger.
It 's too late to avoid the contract.
How much should I be taken away from me with the skin.
I'm off to the world through a crowd of other debtors.
on the obligation to pay some serious wings. Other
will, willingly or by force, to account for the leaves.
Column''to''every tissue that is in us.
not an eyelash, not a stalk to keep forever.
The inventory is accurate, and apparently we'll stick with anything.
I can not remember where, when and why I allowed that would open this account in my name.
The protest against it we call soul.
And this is the only item missing in the inventory ...

Wislawa Szymborska

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Top Gesualdo Bufalino's novel and its characters. In addition to the memorable characters Dovstoevskj Wording of the portraits seem to me most successful ones of Emma Bovary, the Underground Man, Anna Karenina, Padron 'and Ntoni Auguste Dupin. Baroque epitaphs richly and nostalgically of lives that are similar to us.

Emma Bovary
crushed, as two leaves are crushed, the auditorium between Homais brutal of all the earth and the scenes painted and Heavy ghosts of his library, the poor infidel provincial states until death staged, with arsenic true, his solo prima donna. Incarnation not know how many deluded creatures from a cloud or a word, alter ego of the same author, in charge, behind the fake marble of the syntax, the heats hidden el'invincibile credulity in forms of passion.

The Underground Man
lost all hope of palingenesis Universal, swapped with Fourier Stirner, a man s'ammutina against society and history, he chose to live in their own murarsi darkness, only to feed the Refuse the self. Since then, its existence will that of the buried, his voice a whimper in falsetto, an abject confession, where mockery and self-pity, despair and biffonaggine s'impastano. In den that is the belly, pietosamenteveramente an insect. One of those worms such as one sees when a stone is turned. We will succeed in Prague later in the morning, waking, and will be called Gregory Samsa.

Anna Karenina
Adultery meteorology in the nineteenth century is not uncommon love of water priomavera. Anna Karenina is the flood that breaks the dam. Since Vronsky appeared to her in her fleeting allure of teeth and shoulder pads, no more for you, though a bit 'insists on keeping, nor the world nor the alphabet code of moral values. It will end under the wheels of a train, mercifully, closed between a quay and the other a black station in the curriculum of its exemption. It 'vengeance of heaven? And Anna deserved? Or rather the world did not deserve that led her to death? The mouth of St. Paul the epigraph of Count Tolstoy answered ambiguously: "Vengeance is mine, I will repay you."

Padron 'Ntoni
Friend water, bitter sea: truvatura bank is always open and become ounces of fish and tan, but fish itself, all mouth and teeth, which is eaten with no difference in the fishing boats of the poor and the battleships of the King. It is derived the sweat and blood, is derived the children. And, if not kill, age: crippled hands, dry skin, twisted bones. So for many, so for Masters' Ntoni. But its slow growth into a pillar in an atmosphere of domestic epic, its survival, as they last, even electrocuted, oaks, his indomitable heart of childhood, when he looks like a mullet darting the new new "Providence" on the waves , we will remember.

Auguste Dupin

Mesmeric Ligeia, horses to gallop in the storm, mirrors inhabited by shadows, the red death and Pests rigged by King ... But the Gothic iconography, rather than a legacy of fear in school is his own Poe cardiogram, and succumbs to seasickness invisible. He claimed that to put the reins to chaos, to build a poem how to build, with straight edge and plumb line, a home ... And then you dress Auguste Dupin, and with the help of the last piece of the brain ' alcohol spared him, the great track on a blackboard surviving the golden section of a truth of reason.

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Top Gesualdo Bufalino's novel and its characters. In addition to the memorable characters Dovstoevskj Wording of the portraits seem to me most successful ones of Emma Bovary, the Underground Man, Anna Karenina, Padron 'and Ntoni Auguste Dupin. Baroque epitaphs richly and nostalgically of lives that are similar to us.

Emma Bovary
crushed, as two leaves are crushed, the auditorium between Homais brutal of all the earth and the scenes painted and Heavy ghosts of his library, the poor infidel provincial states until death staged, with arsenic true, his solo prima donna. Incarnation not know how many deluded creatures from a cloud or a word, alter ego of the same author, in charge, behind the fake marble of the syntax, the heats hidden el'invincibile credulity in forms of passion.

The Underground Man
lost all hope of palingenesis Universal, swapped with Fourier Stirner, a man s'ammutina against society and history, he chose to live in their own murarsi darkness, only to feed the Refuse the self. Since then, its existence will that of the buried, his voice a whimper in falsetto, an abject confession, where mockery and self-pity, despair and biffonaggine s'impastano. In den that is the belly, pietosamenteveramente an insect. One of those worms such as one sees when a stone is turned. We will succeed in Prague later in the morning, waking, and will be called Gregory Samsa.

Anna Karenina
Adultery meteorology in the nineteenth century is not uncommon love of water priomavera. Anna Karenina is the flood that breaks the dam. Since Vronsky appeared to her in her fleeting allure of teeth and shoulder pads, no more for you, though a bit 'insists on keeping, nor the world nor the alphabet code of moral values. It will end under the wheels of a train, mercifully, closed between a quay and the other a black station in the curriculum of its exemption. It 'vengeance of heaven? And Anna deserved? Or rather the world did not deserve that led her to death? The mouth of St. Paul the epigraph of Count Tolstoy answered ambiguously: "Vengeance is mine, I will repay you."

Padron 'Ntoni
Friend water, bitter sea: truvatura bank is always open and become ounces of fish and tan, but fish itself, all mouth and teeth, which is eaten with no difference in the fishing boats of the poor and the battleships of the King. It is derived the sweat and blood, is derived the children. And, if not kill, age: crippled hands, dry skin, twisted bones. So for many, so for Masters' Ntoni. But its slow growth into a pillar in an atmosphere of domestic epic, its survival, as they last, even electrocuted, oaks, his indomitable heart of childhood, when he looks like a mullet darting the new new "Providence" on the waves , we will remember.

Auguste Dupin

Mesmeric Ligeia, horses to gallop in the storm, mirrors inhabited by shadows, the red death and Pests rigged by King ... But the Gothic iconography, rather than a legacy of fear in school is his own Poe cardiogram, and succumbs to seasickness invisible. He claimed that to put the reins to chaos, to build a poem how to build, with straight edge and plumb line, a home ... And then you dress Auguste Dupin, and with the help of the last piece of the brain ' alcohol spared him, the great track on a blackboard surviving the golden section of a truth of reason.

Polaris Indy Suspensionshock

WE OURSELVES

(Robert Delaunay, fenêtres Ouvertes Simultanement, 1912 o / c)

E 'for a long time I want to post this song. I think the time has come.
Giacomo Ulivi, 19 years in 1944, a student at the University of Parma, Faculty of Law. E 'Cnl relay between Parma and Carrara and the British. Is captured, escapes twice but the third was fatal, in Modena the Black Brigades imprison him and torture him. On the morning of November 10 will be shot on the Piazza Grande in Modena with two other partisans. This is the letter that could be reached before the arrest as a friend:

Dear friends, I'd like
confess first that I ripped three times and wrote this letter. I had started with a look around, with a sincere regret for the ruins that surround us, but, in going from this what I want to talk, afraid of appearing "fake", sugared the pill with a preamble to a pathetic propaganda. And this word as an insult undeserved fear: this is not propaganda but a question I want to do with you.

Instead we must look and examine together what? Ourselves. To get used to seeing us in the share of responsibility that we have our problems. To recognize what has been done by us, to reach where we have reached. Do not want to seem like a Savonarola, who calls the scourge. I would agree with me that what we feel unprepared, and severity of recent errors, and thought to the fact that we have to redo everything. Everything from houses to railways, ports to power plants, industry, fields of wheat.

But above all, you see, we do ourselves is a prerequisite for everything else. I ask: Why remake ourselves, in what sense? Here, for example, how many of us hope for an end to these terrible cases, to begin a quiet and industrious life devoted to family and work? Fine: is a general feeling, widespread and satisfactory. But, I think, work will not suffice, and invincible in the desire for "peace", although laborious is the sign of the error. Why this need for peace is an attempt to get as far away as possible from any political demonstration. It's terrible, most terrible, believe me, end result of miseducation twenty years of miseducation or negative education, which for two decades hammering on each side was able to nail down many of us of prejudice.

fundamental to the "filth" of politics, which seems to have been inspired by two pathways. Every day they told us that politics is a job of "specialists". Hard work, which has its own needs, and these needs, like every day you could see, were strangely similar to those that underlie the work of every thief and robber. Theory and practice combined to distract us and keep us away from any political activity. Convenient, eh? Leave it to those who can and should, you work and think, they said, and what did we see now, that in political life - especially if it means direct political participation in our case - we were thrown from the event.

Here lies our fault, I think, what happened, the Italians, with many centuries of experience, emerged from a wonderful process of liberation, where none other than our grandparents gave proof of quality, unique in Europe, an attachment to public policy - that is to say to themselves - perhaps without example, we have abdicated any right to left, in front of some empty, echoing words ? What do we believe? Believed thankfully nothing, but either way we left snatched everything from a minority inadequate, morally and intellectually.

This has robbed, thrown into an adventure without end, and this is the side more "rosy", I think: The bad thing is that the words and deeds of the minority have eroded the moral position, the mentality of many of us. Believe me, "What public "is ourselves: what we have with it is not a common place, a big word and empty, like patriotism or love for his mother in tears and in chains called, baroque vision, although other wonderful yeast generations. We are false to ourselves, but let's not forget ourselves in a terrible light. Beyond the rhetoric, what we see as the public is ourselves, our families, our work, our world, in short, that every tragedy is our tragedy, as now we suffer from extreme poverty in which our country has fallen: if we had always kept in mind, as this would have happened? Selfishness - we are sorry to hear this word - Is like a cold shower, right?

Also all the pills we were served up with sweet around, everything is cloaked in rhetoric. Let's strength, learn to feel bitter, we must not hide it with a screen ideal, because the shadow expands undisturbed. It 'better to put him in the sunlight, confess, found naked, exposed to the eyes: you will see that it will be less arrogant. Selfishness, as we said, the interest has so much in what we do: often confused with the ideal. But it becomes dangerous, damnable, damned, just when is blind, unintelligent. Especially when it is concealed. And, if we reason, our interest and that of "public affairs", in fact, end up the same. Precisely for this reason we have to treat it directly, personally, as our most delicate and important work. Because this depends on everyone else, all other conditions. If not we enjoy this, if we do not deal in depth, especially today, we hope that shot, to which we cling tenaciously, it will be impossible. For this we must prepare. It can also suffice, you know, quietly, we begin to look at us, and to express wishes. How we live tomorrow? No, do not claim to be discouraged, not wanting to know more. Do you think it all happened because you no longer want to know!

Remember, you men, you have a duty if your instinct urges you to exercise the right to look after your interests, to look after those of your children, your loved ones. Have you ever thought that in the coming months will decide the fate of our country, ourselves? Which will have decisive influence our will if we rely on it? What will be our responsibility if we're going to encounter a danger negative. We must do a lot. Try asking in the day, which was, for the idea that you've got yourself the real life, you think well-ordered, to inquire for this objective assessment. If you believe in democratic freedom, in which, within the limits of the constitution, you yourself directing public affairs, or wait for a new concept, more egalitarian of life and property. And if you accept the first solution, you want the power to elect, for example, is for everyone, so that the elected body is a direct and genuine expression of our country, or restrict it to more prepared today to achieve a progressive enlargement? This and more you have to ask. You have to convince, persuade and prepare, not to overwhelm the other, nor to give up.

Today we must fight against the oppressor. This is the first duty for us all: but it is well prepared to solve those problems in a sustainable manner, and avoids the resurgence of everything they and the recurrence of what has befallen us.
end this long letter a bit 'confused, I know, but spontaneous, apologizing and wishing us good job.

(Letters Sentenced to death of the Italian Resistance, Einaudi, Torino, 1952)

Polaris Indy Suspensionshock

WE OURSELVES

(Robert Delaunay, fenêtres Ouvertes Simultanement, 1912 o / c)

E 'for a long time I want to post this song. I think the time has come.
Giacomo Ulivi, 19 years in 1944, a student at the University of Parma, Faculty of Law. E 'Cnl relay between Parma and Carrara and the British. Is captured, escapes twice but the third was fatal, in Modena the Black Brigades imprison him and torture him. On the morning of November 10 will be shot on the Piazza Grande in Modena with two other partisans. This is the letter that could be reached before the arrest as a friend:

Dear friends, I'd like
confess first that I ripped three times and wrote this letter. I had started with a look around, with a sincere regret for the ruins that surround us, but, in going from this what I want to talk, afraid of appearing "fake", sugared the pill with a preamble to a pathetic propaganda. And this word as an insult undeserved fear: this is not propaganda but a question I want to do with you.

Instead we must look and examine together what? Ourselves. To get used to seeing us in the share of responsibility that we have our problems. To recognize what has been done by us, to reach where we have reached. Do not want to seem like a Savonarola, who calls the scourge. I would agree with me that what we feel unprepared, and severity of recent errors, and thought to the fact that we have to redo everything. Everything from houses to railways, ports to power plants, industry, fields of wheat.

But above all, you see, we do ourselves is a prerequisite for everything else. I ask: Why remake ourselves, in what sense? Here, for example, how many of us hope for an end to these terrible cases, to begin a quiet and industrious life devoted to family and work? Fine: is a general feeling, widespread and satisfactory. But, I think, work will not suffice, and invincible in the desire for "peace", although laborious is the sign of the error. Why this need for peace is an attempt to get as far away as possible from any political demonstration. It's terrible, most terrible, believe me, end result of miseducation twenty years of miseducation or negative education, which for two decades hammering on each side was able to nail down many of us of prejudice.

fundamental to the "filth" of politics, which seems to have been inspired by two pathways. Every day they told us that politics is a job of "specialists". Hard work, which has its own needs, and these needs, like every day you could see, were strangely similar to those that underlie the work of every thief and robber. Theory and practice combined to distract us and keep us away from any political activity. Convenient, eh? Leave it to those who can and should, you work and think, they said, and what did we see now, that in political life - especially if it means direct political participation in our case - we were thrown from the event.

Here lies our fault, I think, what happened, the Italians, with many centuries of experience, emerged from a wonderful process of liberation, where none other than our grandparents gave proof of quality, unique in Europe, an attachment to public policy - that is to say to themselves - perhaps without example, we have abdicated any right to left, in front of some empty, echoing words ? What do we believe? Believed thankfully nothing, but either way we left snatched everything from a minority inadequate, morally and intellectually.

This has robbed, thrown into an adventure without end, and this is the side more "rosy", I think: The bad thing is that the words and deeds of the minority have eroded the moral position, the mentality of many of us. Believe me, "What public "is ourselves: what we have with it is not a common place, a big word and empty, like patriotism or love for his mother in tears and in chains called, baroque vision, although other wonderful yeast generations. We are false to ourselves, but let's not forget ourselves in a terrible light. Beyond the rhetoric, what we see as the public is ourselves, our families, our work, our world, in short, that every tragedy is our tragedy, as now we suffer from extreme poverty in which our country has fallen: if we had always kept in mind, as this would have happened? Selfishness - we are sorry to hear this word - Is like a cold shower, right?

Also all the pills we were served up with sweet around, everything is cloaked in rhetoric. Let's strength, learn to feel bitter, we must not hide it with a screen ideal, because the shadow expands undisturbed. It 'better to put him in the sunlight, confess, found naked, exposed to the eyes: you will see that it will be less arrogant. Selfishness, as we said, the interest has so much in what we do: often confused with the ideal. But it becomes dangerous, damnable, damned, just when is blind, unintelligent. Especially when it is concealed. And, if we reason, our interest and that of "public affairs", in fact, end up the same. Precisely for this reason we have to treat it directly, personally, as our most delicate and important work. Because this depends on everyone else, all other conditions. If not we enjoy this, if we do not deal in depth, especially today, we hope that shot, to which we cling tenaciously, it will be impossible. For this we must prepare. It can also suffice, you know, quietly, we begin to look at us, and to express wishes. How we live tomorrow? No, do not claim to be discouraged, not wanting to know more. Do you think it all happened because you no longer want to know!

Remember, you men, you have a duty if your instinct urges you to exercise the right to look after your interests, to look after those of your children, your loved ones. Have you ever thought that in the coming months will decide the fate of our country, ourselves? Which will have decisive influence our will if we rely on it? What will be our responsibility if we're going to encounter a danger negative. We must do a lot. Try asking in the day, which was, for the idea that you've got yourself the real life, you think well-ordered, to inquire for this objective assessment. If you believe in democratic freedom, in which, within the limits of the constitution, you yourself directing public affairs, or wait for a new concept, more egalitarian of life and property. And if you accept the first solution, you want the power to elect, for example, is for everyone, so that the elected body is a direct and genuine expression of our country, or restrict it to more prepared today to achieve a progressive enlargement? This and more you have to ask. You have to convince, persuade and prepare, not to overwhelm the other, nor to give up.

Today we must fight against the oppressor. This is the first duty for us all: but it is well prepared to solve those problems in a sustainable manner, and avoids the resurgence of everything they and the recurrence of what has befallen us.
end this long letter a bit 'confused, I know, but spontaneous, apologizing and wishing us good job.

(Letters Sentenced to death of the Italian Resistance, Einaudi, Torino, 1952)

Trail Dust Steakhouse Necektie

REDO OF CHARACTERS THE NOVEL

In Dictionary of the characters in the novel , Bufalino likes to portray with his baroque prose and wonderful creatures of the destinies of paper that we all know, from Don Quixote all'Innomable Beckett, and justifies himself in a memorable and humorous introduction to the His choice seems to bovine Bouvard and Pecuchet:

"As any fan of massacres - Tiger Hyrcanus structuralist or critical - the compiler of anthologies and individual organism, to trust them a little. Subtle language, hand stands out, of enormous pride, he deserves a ban from public libraries, though its oepra not be a big adventure coming apocalypse in emergencies, when there does not of your kitchen knives to provide customers with the catacombs, the Book of Books, than any other surrogate, pocket pressed ingot fragments, in a hurry to hide in the suitcase, including a water bottle and razor Quillo immediately after the first trumpet of the cherub. We are so? E 'likely, the burning of Fahrenheit 451 we have already seen evidence to flare up on the page and screen, and the time frame in 1984, I believe that Proto has long since begun to lay the draft. Alas, it seems that, the poets only bust the most optimistic predictions, while never fail or a flood or a fall of Troy. So that at this point it is prudent to appoint everyone by only Deucalion and Noah, and put his hand to save at least a compendium of knowledge that is most pressing. The novel, in particular, the images of the most memorable, as well as meet us on the threshold, while trying dellìesordio gestures and make friends with the reader, in the heat of life, with the voice that baptizes them. Arbitrary, we know (but avoid it would be more difficult to condemn), a will and a gamble: undergo surgery so brutal, uprooted by the lattice of events that sustains them and feeds them, humiliated in an arid Indian file, chronological and alphabet, it is inevitable that they end up with composing an album of sinopie bureaucratic and utility, something like a criminal or a display of butterflies, each with its own badges embalmed in the abdomen, or even one of those samples that venal venus exhibit on display will be up to commanders away ... finally the reader, God willing, to justify tampering so casual when we can be even better to put together, not unlike a fossil or a cast of Pompeii, the features of the original figure, and sew each piece with a single-harlequin great novel, a movie-monster by 'ineguagliavile cast.
[...] We are a case in the presence of those who will be called a "cultural heroes" archetypes solemn and caravan stations, located along the tracks to mark the end of time without the music man. Lord Jim, Crotcaia, Tartarin, Ukiko Makioka respond ... so if by chance we call them by name, the invisible inhabitants of this area: our truest home. Them lined below as the words of a simultaneous speech, will have at least helped to establish their complicity and mutual interaction required. If they were the registrar of a single giant mitopea, written by one countless hands, and we loved each other, fights, big ask at any cost of living and likeness. "(G. Bufalino)

Trail Dust Steakhouse Necektie

REDO OF CHARACTERS THE NOVEL

In Dictionary of the characters in the novel , Bufalino likes to portray with his baroque prose and wonderful creatures of the destinies of paper that we all know, from Don Quixote all'Innomable Beckett, and justifies himself in a memorable and humorous introduction to the His choice seems to bovine Bouvard and Pecuchet:

"As any fan of massacres - Tiger Hyrcanus structuralist or critical - the compiler of anthologies and individual organism, to trust them a little. Subtle language, hand stands out, of enormous pride, he deserves a ban from public libraries, though its oepra not be a big adventure coming apocalypse in emergencies, when there does not of your kitchen knives to provide customers with the catacombs, the Book of Books, than any other surrogate, pocket pressed ingot fragments, in a hurry to hide in the suitcase, including a water bottle and razor Quillo immediately after the first trumpet of the cherub. We are so? E 'likely, the burning of Fahrenheit 451 we have already seen evidence to flare up on the page and screen, and the time frame in 1984, I believe that Proto has long since begun to lay the draft. Alas, it seems that, the poets only bust the most optimistic predictions, while never fail or a flood or a fall of Troy. So that at this point it is prudent to appoint everyone by only Deucalion and Noah, and put his hand to save at least a compendium of knowledge that is most pressing. The novel, in particular, the images of the most memorable, as well as meet us on the threshold, while trying dellìesordio gestures and make friends with the reader, in the heat of life, with the voice that baptizes them. Arbitrary, we know (but avoid it would be more difficult to condemn), a will and a gamble: undergo surgery so brutal, uprooted by the lattice of events that sustains them and feeds them, humiliated in an arid Indian file, chronological and alphabet, it is inevitable that they end up with composing an album of sinopie bureaucratic and utility, something like a criminal or a display of butterflies, each with its own badges embalmed in the abdomen, or even one of those samples that venal venus exhibit on display will be up to commanders away ... finally the reader, God willing, to justify tampering so casual when we can be even better to put together, not unlike a fossil or a cast of Pompeii, the features of the original figure, and sew each piece with a single-harlequin great novel, a movie-monster by 'ineguagliavile cast.
[...] We are a case in the presence of those who will be called a "cultural heroes" archetypes solemn and caravan stations, located along the tracks to mark the end of time without the music man. Lord Jim, Crotcaia, Tartarin, Ukiko Makioka respond ... so if by chance we call them by name, the invisible inhabitants of this area: our truest home. Them lined below as the words of a simultaneous speech, will have at least helped to establish their complicity and mutual interaction required. If they were the registrar of a single giant mitopea, written by one countless hands, and we loved each other, fights, big ask at any cost of living and likeness. "(G. Bufalino)

What's Partial Braces

cosmogony of Gesualdo Bufalino

Gesualdo Bufalino, the Sicilian writer who said of himself:

"A life like many others, two whole three diseases, two, three half-friend, a melancholic mood with flashes of laughter, and shaking a Christian atheist, inept to understand whether the universe is health or metastasis, grace or disgrace, hatred of the story: pavement of ideological fossil, inert series of errors, a transport for what lasts and resists - places, slang supportive, honest habits, handshakes - lost in the depths of my province. In literature, a love of lies and music, as long as rooted in the fabulous and geometric point of pain and memory. Things I have loved or love: the blues, Verdi and Mozart, silent films, prints (good or bad) of the seventeenth century, Proust and Leopardi's letters, a French song, I know, the problems of chess ... I forgot: "Le clair de lune when, clocher sonnait douze", on the nights of darkness, forty years ago. PS The book for the usual island? Vocabulary ".

With his books resurfaces a remnant of the world breathed a teenager and now there is more if not for me, the memory that resists and contaminates of this. But I suppose there must be. Es Muss Sein. Bufalino wrote with his usual tone voyant that "maybe it really started the collapse of humanism that loved each other, maybe it's just for a break before a new unpredictable leap. None possible that at this very moment, in a nursery school where I do not know, a new Dante, Shakespeare is a new small with uncertain fingers scribbling on a white sheet of the first syllables of a new, unheard alphabet ... "

(To be or Riess)

E 'was the writer perhaps involuntary "sicilitudine" as Sciascia said, not just one island but if the plurality of Sicily came from Sicily "Babba"

"... the Sicilies are many, will not finish counting them. There is Sicily green of the carob tree, the white of salt, the yellow of sulfur, the gold of honey, the purple lava. There is a
Sicily "dad," that is mild to sound silly, a Sicilian "Sperta," that is smart, dedicated to the most practical utility of violence and fraud. There is a lazy Sicily, a frantic, a tapering off in the anguish of stuff, a life that reads like the script of the carnival ... "

What's Partial Braces

cosmogony of Gesualdo Bufalino

Gesualdo Bufalino, the Sicilian writer who said of himself:

"A life like many others, two whole three diseases, two, three half-friend, a melancholic mood with flashes of laughter, and shaking a Christian atheist, inept to understand whether the universe is health or metastasis, grace or disgrace, hatred of the story: pavement of ideological fossil, inert series of errors, a transport for what lasts and resists - places, slang supportive, honest habits, handshakes - lost in the depths of my province. In literature, a love of lies and music, as long as rooted in the fabulous and geometric point of pain and memory. Things I have loved or love: the blues, Verdi and Mozart, silent films, prints (good or bad) of the seventeenth century, Proust and Leopardi's letters, a French song, I know, the problems of chess ... I forgot: "Le clair de lune when, clocher sonnait douze", on the nights of darkness, forty years ago. PS The book for the usual island? Vocabulary ".

With his books resurfaces a remnant of the world breathed a teenager and now there is more if not for me, the memory that resists and contaminates of this. But I suppose there must be. Es Muss Sein. Bufalino wrote with his usual tone voyant that "maybe it really started the collapse of humanism that loved each other, maybe it's just for a break before a new unpredictable leap. None possible that at this very moment, in a nursery school where I do not know, a new Dante, Shakespeare is a new small with uncertain fingers scribbling on a white sheet of the first syllables of a new, unheard alphabet ... "

(To be or Riess)

E 'was the writer perhaps involuntary "sicilitudine" as Sciascia said, not just one island but if the plurality of Sicily came from Sicily "Babba"

"... the Sicilies are many, will not finish counting them. There is Sicily green of the carob tree, the white of salt, the yellow of sulfur, the gold of honey, the purple lava. There is a
Sicily "dad," that is mild to sound silly, a Sicilian "Sperta," that is smart, dedicated to the most practical utility of violence and fraud. There is a lazy Sicily, a frantic, a tapering off in the anguish of stuff, a life that reads like the script of the carnival ... "

Vans Shoes Job Opening

Fort Bastiani


resist the sweet flattery Fortezza Bastiani?
Liars hucksters
the besieged with violence worthy of Tamerlane
hold on going to meet
pleasure listening to the breath retaining heat
on another waveform will sing my thoughts I walked
turning
empty with no direction keeps me
property within the limits of the ego's obsession


I found myself sitting
on a bench in the sun a magical afternoon of February
glints of gold
and woke up with the air of
that recent rain had left fragments of joy
Franco Battiato

Vans Shoes Job Opening

Fort Bastiani


resist the sweet flattery Fortezza Bastiani?
Liars hucksters
the besieged with violence worthy of Tamerlane
hold on going to meet
pleasure listening to the breath retaining heat
on another waveform will sing my thoughts I walked
turning
empty with no direction keeps me
property within the limits of the ego's obsession


I found myself sitting
on a bench in the sun a magical afternoon of February
glints of gold
and woke up with the air of
that recent rain had left fragments of joy
Franco Battiato

How Can You Tell A Fake Mcm Handbag

GREAT SUCCESS FOR THE SECOND EDITION OF THE ECO TRAIL Plateau of ROCKS!

over 100 starters in the second edition of 'Eco trail of the plateau of the Rocche.
the Unexpected blue Olympic athlete participation Valerio Checchi, who took home the win with a time of just 1 hour and seven minutes, followed by "veteran" Peter Molloy (M60) and third in the "local" Raffaele Audiutore unless a minute.
The beautiful sunny day, and the excellent organization of supporters and pertecipanti that was the setting to that which confirms one of the best races of the circuit Parks trail in the heart of the park Velino Sirente in the town of Rocca di Cambio.

ripd The climb of his 700metri dislivvelo to reach the summit of Mount Cagno

M60 Molloy, author of a terrific performance!

"next year will get a rich prize for the winners ...." These are the words of the new Mayor Gennaro di Stefano, who has thus commented on the success of the event, thanks to the contribution of Proloco for organizing the refreshments and the pasta party at the end of the race.
Rich prizes for all participants on the podium and wonderful staff photos RISK4SPORT official photographers of the parks trail circuit board 2010.

The voncitore dllla race Checchi Valeri (Olympian country)

Special thanks to the then town of Rocca di Cambio, the Pro Loco Rocca di Cambio, the sponsors who have supported and facilitated the event:
Carispaq, Toro Assicurazioni, IP AN OASIS OF SERVICE
the Technical sponsor: OSCAR
CARLI and MOUNTAINWORLD

Paola Antonelli after arrival, in the first place!

See you next year with the promise of eliminating from the path the last 2.5 kilometers of asphalt, and make the path even more beautiful and exciting! We look forward

all'Ecotrail Gran Sasso on August 22.
All photos of the race on Risk4sport.com

cassifiche of the race:
www.parkstrail.it

Goodbye from Smilego Team 2010