Happy holidays to all! A wish for Christmas can be renewed each day in your heart and in 2009 will be full of happy moments!
Faby
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Saturday, December 6, 2008
Would You Wear A Ball Gag
relazioncine: Padova 2001! The historical
November 2001 Trip to Padua because Giotto Giotto is always too kind ...
, S. ANTONIO!
Women, Cavalier, arms, loves [1] ... I expect the central station of Milan, opposite the fountain invisible and untraceable, the morning of 26 November 2001, at 6:45 am. Instead I am faced with a coven of white students ... yes, those of the three-year degrees in short, you pay three and get one free! Tentatively, but authoritative tone (I demand respect from people because of this wise), I turn to them, to make sure they belong to the group - Flores.
"Certainly," respond with their chirping voices, still imbued with essay and the third test. So they continue to discuss with each other receivables and payables. Poor things! They have already so many of their age?
Meanwhile, the group is enriched with new elements: Elena arrives, then Fabio, some old, those of the graduate school, and then Silvia. It is his first outing after conversion to Buddhism Cathar: who knows that is not grasped by some mystical crisis, wandering up and down churches and chapels ...
Finally Martin Fuhrer [2] makes his grand entrance, escorted his men. It was planned to bring you to Padua. It is his mission.
immediately take full possession of the situation, standing, as a Christ in almond, over the shapeless mass of freshmen, students on specialization, above us. That its commands, gives orders, he manages to quell any kind of opposition the bud. He demands absolute silence. This way of organizing the provision deportat ... people on the different train cars, and decided to relegate one of the freshmen, thus separated from the rest of the group.
"I could not sit together with my friends?" Naively protest, provoking the wrath of the dictator, who stares at me with her petrifying gaze, intimate, from the deep freeze of the eyes, be quiet.
I am therefore obliged to yield, and, terrified and frightened, I rush into the wagon load of freshmen, while others are torn by nostalgia, the other side of the train.
Boys - benetton (defined in this way because of their age, zero - twelve) I speak, his voice soft and fresh, asking questions like: what is it but a biennalizzazione? How do I register for exams? It is important to follow theology?
Exhausted from unsuccessful attempts to expose some fundamental characteristics of the university, seeking refuge in a nap, yet I can not stop listening to those voices. Should I change my mind: sometimes, these guys, who until recently copied my maths homework before classes, manage to amaze me carrying through some reasoning as not destitute of wit, "but I think your review of Italian literature to divide it into two parts [3] .
When the train arrives in Padua, resign my freshman and hit the same old villains: together we immerse ourselves in the Scrovegni Chapel, Giotto fill your eyes. As the famous place is in the process of restoration, we can use the scaffolding for a closer look at the masterpieces of the fourteenth century.
True, the Scrovegni chapel is unrecognizable in its "blue collar", but it is a unique experience that only few people, close to admire the works of Giotto, which under normal conditions we would not see such detail. The only disconcerting note is the presence of scaffolding, wobbly and unsteady, that miraculously manage to withstand the our weight, and also that of Flores.
not just end our visit to the famous chapel, we rush into the nearest park for lunch, and then it was the turn of the Church of the Hermits, where Flores troubles us with one of its most disarming and less known: the gallows humor to Dylan Dog. The sarcastic woman, in fact, points out that the statues of a sarcophagus seem alive, even though they represent the dead. Ride alone. We are still prey to the confusion.
Coffin aside, we come to the church in some works of Altichiero, one of the followers of Giotto, before heading to the beautiful church of S. Antonio. Rather than dwell extensively on the many masterpieces, such as the deposition of Donatello, as we are abducted by ex-votos are everywhere. Elena, in particular, pray in front of these intensely. "Of course he has made so many thanks!"
The same girl, shortly after, he manages to surprise the whole company, managing to date with my eyes closed almost a monument of the fourteenth century, representing two angels torn.
Our tour, quick but intense, culminating in a visit to the baptistry, frescoed by Giusto de 'Menabuoi, another of the gang of Giotto, or rather of his entourage. Then we leave Padua, the last and sad farewell from the station. But this time, no problems arise on the train on the divisions and compartments: No, I swear, no one, not even Martin can separate us, not least because many of the freshmen are given the spot, having started with the train earlier, perhaps because they were afraid of losing the episode of Pokemon.
And, finally, just on the train back, the longed-for miracle takes place: the chosen one is Helen, who mysteriously survives a huge, heavy suitcase, which was falling on the head with relentless power. And to think I've seen all his life passing me by! It was a waste of
images ... However I believe that there is also a hand of Flores, which permanently protects its students, even at a distance, especially when they show devotion to his city natale.Padua me genitive [4] , a day they will say.
[1] Tribute to Orlando Furioso by Ludovico Ariosto
[2] A student last year, inveterate flatterer of prof. Flores d'Arcais, like all the teachers.
[3] You must take the exam in two parts of Italian Literature
[4] tribute to prof. Flores d'Arcais, a native of Padua 
November 2001 Trip to Padua because Giotto Giotto is always too kind ...
, S. ANTONIO!
Women, Cavalier, arms, loves [1] ... I expect the central station of Milan, opposite the fountain invisible and untraceable, the morning of 26 November 2001, at 6:45 am. Instead I am faced with a coven of white students ... yes, those of the three-year degrees in short, you pay three and get one free! Tentatively, but authoritative tone (I demand respect from people because of this wise), I turn to them, to make sure they belong to the group - Flores.
"Certainly," respond with their chirping voices, still imbued with essay and the third test. So they continue to discuss with each other receivables and payables. Poor things! They have already so many of their age?
Meanwhile, the group is enriched with new elements: Elena arrives, then Fabio, some old, those of the graduate school, and then Silvia. It is his first outing after conversion to Buddhism Cathar: who knows that is not grasped by some mystical crisis, wandering up and down churches and chapels ...
Finally Martin Fuhrer [2] makes his grand entrance, escorted his men. It was planned to bring you to Padua. It is his mission.
immediately take full possession of the situation, standing, as a Christ in almond, over the shapeless mass of freshmen, students on specialization, above us. That its commands, gives orders, he manages to quell any kind of opposition the bud. He demands absolute silence. This way of organizing the provision deportat ... people on the different train cars, and decided to relegate one of the freshmen, thus separated from the rest of the group.
"I could not sit together with my friends?" Naively protest, provoking the wrath of the dictator, who stares at me with her petrifying gaze, intimate, from the deep freeze of the eyes, be quiet.
I am therefore obliged to yield, and, terrified and frightened, I rush into the wagon load of freshmen, while others are torn by nostalgia, the other side of the train.
Boys - benetton (defined in this way because of their age, zero - twelve) I speak, his voice soft and fresh, asking questions like: what is it but a biennalizzazione? How do I register for exams? It is important to follow theology?
Exhausted from unsuccessful attempts to expose some fundamental characteristics of the university, seeking refuge in a nap, yet I can not stop listening to those voices. Should I change my mind: sometimes, these guys, who until recently copied my maths homework before classes, manage to amaze me carrying through some reasoning as not destitute of wit, "but I think your review of Italian literature to divide it into two parts [3] .
When the train arrives in Padua, resign my freshman and hit the same old villains: together we immerse ourselves in the Scrovegni Chapel, Giotto fill your eyes. As the famous place is in the process of restoration, we can use the scaffolding for a closer look at the masterpieces of the fourteenth century.
True, the Scrovegni chapel is unrecognizable in its "blue collar", but it is a unique experience that only few people, close to admire the works of Giotto, which under normal conditions we would not see such detail. The only disconcerting note is the presence of scaffolding, wobbly and unsteady, that miraculously manage to withstand the our weight, and also that of Flores.
not just end our visit to the famous chapel, we rush into the nearest park for lunch, and then it was the turn of the Church of the Hermits, where Flores troubles us with one of its most disarming and less known: the gallows humor to Dylan Dog. The sarcastic woman, in fact, points out that the statues of a sarcophagus seem alive, even though they represent the dead. Ride alone. We are still prey to the confusion.
Coffin aside, we come to the church in some works of Altichiero, one of the followers of Giotto, before heading to the beautiful church of S. Antonio. Rather than dwell extensively on the many masterpieces, such as the deposition of Donatello, as we are abducted by ex-votos are everywhere. Elena, in particular, pray in front of these intensely. "Of course he has made so many thanks!"
The same girl, shortly after, he manages to surprise the whole company, managing to date with my eyes closed almost a monument of the fourteenth century, representing two angels torn.
Our tour, quick but intense, culminating in a visit to the baptistry, frescoed by Giusto de 'Menabuoi, another of the gang of Giotto, or rather of his entourage. Then we leave Padua, the last and sad farewell from the station. But this time, no problems arise on the train on the divisions and compartments: No, I swear, no one, not even Martin can separate us, not least because many of the freshmen are given the spot, having started with the train earlier, perhaps because they were afraid of losing the episode of Pokemon.
And, finally, just on the train back, the longed-for miracle takes place: the chosen one is Helen, who mysteriously survives a huge, heavy suitcase, which was falling on the head with relentless power. And to think I've seen all his life passing me by! It was a waste of
images ... However I believe that there is also a hand of Flores, which permanently protects its students, even at a distance, especially when they show devotion to his city natale.Padua me genitive [4] , a day they will say.
[1] Tribute to Orlando Furioso by Ludovico Ariosto
[2] A student last year, inveterate flatterer of prof. Flores d'Arcais, like all the teachers.
[3] You must take the exam in two parts of Italian Literature
[4] tribute to prof. Flores d'Arcais, a native of Padua
Films Complets Mario Salieri En Streaming
relazioncine: Assisi 2000!
May 2000
Assisi ... where time stands still, where the sermon to the birds is replaced by the hunting of the mosquitoes came into the room where ... drivers come off the boots and scream ...
user profile! (REPORT OF A JOURNEY TO ASSISI)
On 17, 18 and 19 you are going to Assisi ... between 16 and 20 May we will be in the basilica of S. Francis ... will spend two days there ... we will spend three days in Umbria ... it is a Friday, a Saturday and Sunday ... maybe even Thursday! These are vague information from the professor of medieval art Francesca Flores d'Arcais, also called Fra Fra or simply Flo Flo, closest to the students, like me, anyway.
So when you go to Assisi? Nobody got it, but fortunately, many students decide to be the case of eight o'clock in the morning of Thursday 18 before the Holy See of the Catholic University [1] , and, ironically, also appears to accompany the dilapidated bus, with their driver, who came directly from Bergamo, but I say high ... very high! With the eye a little off and the buckles of his shoes melted to ventilate your feet, walks to the car: in these conditions will lead to the end of the trip, saying, "drinking, drinking" from time to time.
The worst seems to be over, even when it appeared the real star of the trip: our Flores!
She struts majestically, throwing all the more complete disappointment, since his clothing is not completed by the charming coat - green billiard table, the one that showed off in class, also called "living the carambola, more students from bullies, as, indeed, me too.
Accordingly, its passage is accompanied by a "Oooohhh" of disappointment from those who had already organized bringing the sticks, balls, chalk, and why not, a bottle of whiskey to be consumed preferably after defeats.
The trip appears to be quiet: the driver allows a sandwich with bacon, offers it to Flores, a smile that agree, and when, autogrill, the peace of these guys is troubled by a large group of policemen, until armed police patrolling the area around the neck. It is better to leave quickly and take the long way ... meanwhile, already appearing most striking characters of this tour: Enza is called Pierre, or Pierre said Enza, Pienza, by assimilation, a student during the eighteenth year out, working tenaciously to numerous activities such as perforation of the backs of others through annoying peg, let the people go crazy during the day, we make people crazy at night, breath at will, take a shower in the rooms of others without asking for permission ... and much more.
Then there is the group of "trainees" in art, an elite group of educated young people, cultured, erudite, led by "Miss specis specis know everything better," which never tires of showing off his knowledge.
Closes Series Terzaghi's assistant, also known as "mythical Antelami" or "mythical Donatello", which in Perugia, where he held the first leg of our journey ... uh ... ordeal, he also manages to impress on two bulls of the place.
in this city has unfortunately been built a fountain of priceless art: that of brothers Nicola Pisano and Jupiter. Since "Fortunately you do not pay the ticket to see the fountain in Piazza" (word for word, the friend Flo Flo), a very graduate student decides to forward the other all his endless knowledge of the monument, involving them in a way of cross almost 2 hours long, which provides for 13 laps around the fountain in question, concentrating on every detail historical, artistic, philosophical, literary and symbolic, in the hot sun of afternoon. And when the tour seems to be over, the relief gives way to disillusionment, "we shall now proceed to the analysis of the top '... and go! Start another lap slower than the previous one and inexorable. The first-year students are exhausted and angry, and are faced with two possibilities: either throw in the fountain (I wonder why ... I tried to get them in good spirits), or take advantage of the many distractions of Flores to make the case for tourists and, why not eat an ice cream. Discarded the first hypothesis, many are directed at the nearest ice cream shop, abandoning Fra Fra and scholarly commitment to expose the girl called Cra Cra (because it stood out like a toad in the background of the fountain).
Finally, following a visit to the palace of the Currency and the Museum of Perugia, the imperishable stars rise again on the tour bus to go to Assisi, where he awaits a very special hotel: the reception (with adjoining restaurant) just 500 meters climb through the streets of Assisi (who happens comes from the word "ascended") from their rooms, located in this branch and ... unlucky!
But no matter! It is time for supper and scholars are eager to silence their hunger ... they could not do better ... with a plate of pasta really ambiguous, drenched in oil, best before June ... a few years ago. Concluded
somehow the meal, our heroes do not just have to rest before the second, terrifying day when they will close the Basilica of St. Francesco ... not to get out more ...
To begin with, the Flores considers it appropriate to spend the whole morning, from nine to noon, in the lower church, which is not the subject of monographic course! And so, between kicks and punches to foreign tourists, more or less insistent scolding by the guards and some friar, there could not come across the great leader of the restructuring of the church, explaining to the young, more or less aspiring restorers, his work, speaking with fluency of his misadventure during the earthquake, which saw him trapped under the rubble precious, "but" says "you see that was not my time ..." and continues with the same ease his long dissertation, all without leaving the room ... In
afternoon the tour continues to the laboratory of the fragments and the upper basilica, which students can finally nice to see live, and not in black and white photos of the slides of Flores, destructive and criminal.
Back at the hotel, after an uplifting encounter with a diabetic cat, and, moreover, with the redoubtable Pierre, after rest and dinner, some talking in what to do for the evening, and, ultimately, the decision can not be that one: return to the basilica to enjoy it even by night! Obviously, there is a hand of Flores, and therefore, some unknown, vaguely disgusted, decided to go back to the hotel to work hard in various activities, such as: eat the bed of Fabiana, Fabiana crumbled on the bed, and more. They take
also intelligent games such as: requirement of truth, which forces the unfortunate variant (alas) strawberry juice to drink, and, since the flavor of the beverage in question is not the best, appear many juicy details that no one would ever expect: veritas juice.
And finally the next day, Saturday, he returns home. Abandoned by her friends from the small Flo and residents, returning by train, after a brief pause at the Porziuncola, assaulted by police and armed police to the neck from all over Italy (again disturbing the peace of the boys), our heroes are alone at the mercy of the driver, nicknamed pancettomane, or more briefly puncettone, who delights in insulting Anissa, a girl of the party, calling it "stupid" guilty because they prefer to Cadorna S. Ambrose.
worse than this can not go? I would not be so sure, since the thrill of travel-time is when the driver discovers that lapped the back of the bus is going up in smoke, and decided to stop in a safe place close to a deep slope, which seems almost say to the poor passengers "hey ... look a bit 'down !!!». All stand up, they want to get off, leave the car as soon as possible, but given that this is not possible, are content to walk from one side of the bus, making it swing in a situation already precarious enough.
But the pseudo-driver decides to take the situation in hand, and change the water in the radiator, having understood enough to have prevailed on all travelers ... and then, return home safely, happily, each with their own thoughts, perhaps aimed at examining throughout this visit, particularly the more diligent students, as, indeed, certainly not me ... and anyone who writes on the history of other malignancies and its teachers!
[1] term used to designate the headquarters of the university 
May 2000
Assisi ... where time stands still, where the sermon to the birds is replaced by the hunting of the mosquitoes came into the room where ... drivers come off the boots and scream ...
user profile! (REPORT OF A JOURNEY TO ASSISI)
On 17, 18 and 19 you are going to Assisi ... between 16 and 20 May we will be in the basilica of S. Francis ... will spend two days there ... we will spend three days in Umbria ... it is a Friday, a Saturday and Sunday ... maybe even Thursday! These are vague information from the professor of medieval art Francesca Flores d'Arcais, also called Fra Fra or simply Flo Flo, closest to the students, like me, anyway.
So when you go to Assisi? Nobody got it, but fortunately, many students decide to be the case of eight o'clock in the morning of Thursday 18 before the Holy See of the Catholic University [1] , and, ironically, also appears to accompany the dilapidated bus, with their driver, who came directly from Bergamo, but I say high ... very high! With the eye a little off and the buckles of his shoes melted to ventilate your feet, walks to the car: in these conditions will lead to the end of the trip, saying, "drinking, drinking" from time to time.
The worst seems to be over, even when it appeared the real star of the trip: our Flores!
She struts majestically, throwing all the more complete disappointment, since his clothing is not completed by the charming coat - green billiard table, the one that showed off in class, also called "living the carambola, more students from bullies, as, indeed, me too.
Accordingly, its passage is accompanied by a "Oooohhh" of disappointment from those who had already organized bringing the sticks, balls, chalk, and why not, a bottle of whiskey to be consumed preferably after defeats.
The trip appears to be quiet: the driver allows a sandwich with bacon, offers it to Flores, a smile that agree, and when, autogrill, the peace of these guys is troubled by a large group of policemen, until armed police patrolling the area around the neck. It is better to leave quickly and take the long way ... meanwhile, already appearing most striking characters of this tour: Enza is called Pierre, or Pierre said Enza, Pienza, by assimilation, a student during the eighteenth year out, working tenaciously to numerous activities such as perforation of the backs of others through annoying peg, let the people go crazy during the day, we make people crazy at night, breath at will, take a shower in the rooms of others without asking for permission ... and much more.
Then there is the group of "trainees" in art, an elite group of educated young people, cultured, erudite, led by "Miss specis specis know everything better," which never tires of showing off his knowledge.
Closes Series Terzaghi's assistant, also known as "mythical Antelami" or "mythical Donatello", which in Perugia, where he held the first leg of our journey ... uh ... ordeal, he also manages to impress on two bulls of the place.
in this city has unfortunately been built a fountain of priceless art: that of brothers Nicola Pisano and Jupiter. Since "Fortunately you do not pay the ticket to see the fountain in Piazza" (word for word, the friend Flo Flo), a very graduate student decides to forward the other all his endless knowledge of the monument, involving them in a way of cross almost 2 hours long, which provides for 13 laps around the fountain in question, concentrating on every detail historical, artistic, philosophical, literary and symbolic, in the hot sun of afternoon. And when the tour seems to be over, the relief gives way to disillusionment, "we shall now proceed to the analysis of the top '... and go! Start another lap slower than the previous one and inexorable. The first-year students are exhausted and angry, and are faced with two possibilities: either throw in the fountain (I wonder why ... I tried to get them in good spirits), or take advantage of the many distractions of Flores to make the case for tourists and, why not eat an ice cream. Discarded the first hypothesis, many are directed at the nearest ice cream shop, abandoning Fra Fra and scholarly commitment to expose the girl called Cra Cra (because it stood out like a toad in the background of the fountain).
Finally, following a visit to the palace of the Currency and the Museum of Perugia, the imperishable stars rise again on the tour bus to go to Assisi, where he awaits a very special hotel: the reception (with adjoining restaurant) just 500 meters climb through the streets of Assisi (who happens comes from the word "ascended") from their rooms, located in this branch and ... unlucky!
But no matter! It is time for supper and scholars are eager to silence their hunger ... they could not do better ... with a plate of pasta really ambiguous, drenched in oil, best before June ... a few years ago. Concluded
somehow the meal, our heroes do not just have to rest before the second, terrifying day when they will close the Basilica of St. Francesco ... not to get out more ...
To begin with, the Flores considers it appropriate to spend the whole morning, from nine to noon, in the lower church, which is not the subject of monographic course! And so, between kicks and punches to foreign tourists, more or less insistent scolding by the guards and some friar, there could not come across the great leader of the restructuring of the church, explaining to the young, more or less aspiring restorers, his work, speaking with fluency of his misadventure during the earthquake, which saw him trapped under the rubble precious, "but" says "you see that was not my time ..." and continues with the same ease his long dissertation, all without leaving the room ... In
afternoon the tour continues to the laboratory of the fragments and the upper basilica, which students can finally nice to see live, and not in black and white photos of the slides of Flores, destructive and criminal.
Back at the hotel, after an uplifting encounter with a diabetic cat, and, moreover, with the redoubtable Pierre, after rest and dinner, some talking in what to do for the evening, and, ultimately, the decision can not be that one: return to the basilica to enjoy it even by night! Obviously, there is a hand of Flores, and therefore, some unknown, vaguely disgusted, decided to go back to the hotel to work hard in various activities, such as: eat the bed of Fabiana, Fabiana crumbled on the bed, and more. They take
also intelligent games such as: requirement of truth, which forces the unfortunate variant (alas) strawberry juice to drink, and, since the flavor of the beverage in question is not the best, appear many juicy details that no one would ever expect: veritas juice.
And finally the next day, Saturday, he returns home. Abandoned by her friends from the small Flo and residents, returning by train, after a brief pause at the Porziuncola, assaulted by police and armed police to the neck from all over Italy (again disturbing the peace of the boys), our heroes are alone at the mercy of the driver, nicknamed pancettomane, or more briefly puncettone, who delights in insulting Anissa, a girl of the party, calling it "stupid" guilty because they prefer to Cadorna S. Ambrose.
worse than this can not go? I would not be so sure, since the thrill of travel-time is when the driver discovers that lapped the back of the bus is going up in smoke, and decided to stop in a safe place close to a deep slope, which seems almost say to the poor passengers "hey ... look a bit 'down !!!». All stand up, they want to get off, leave the car as soon as possible, but given that this is not possible, are content to walk from one side of the bus, making it swing in a situation already precarious enough.
But the pseudo-driver decides to take the situation in hand, and change the water in the radiator, having understood enough to have prevailed on all travelers ... and then, return home safely, happily, each with their own thoughts, perhaps aimed at examining throughout this visit, particularly the more diligent students, as, indeed, certainly not me ... and anyone who writes on the history of other malignancies and its teachers!
[1] term used to designate the headquarters of the university
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Mario Salieri Work In Stream
Photos of historic journey in 1998 in Belgium!
's been 10 years already and does not seem real ... 
's been 10 years already and does not seem real ...
Look as we were energized and stalwart during our trip to Brussels, Bruges, Ghent, Antwerp, Amsterdam and many other beautiful places. To refresh your memory, read relazioncina "Belgium 1998". A THANK YOU to Silvia Fox, which has allowed me to publish these photos!
Faby
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Family Resorts In Northeast
Comments trip to the castles ...
Dear friends, I liked the story of the trip to France? If you can, post some comments, and do not forget that all my relazioncina is also an invitation not to take themselves too seriously, and irony to make dell'autoironia. Well, I hope not to have harmed any of the participants, because I was fine with everyone. If I did, I will be happy to correct ... I say this because you never know ... 
Dear friends, I liked the story of the trip to France? If you can, post some comments, and do not forget that all my relazioncina is also an invitation not to take themselves too seriously, and irony to make dell'autoironia. Well, I hope not to have harmed any of the participants, because I was fine with everyone. If I did, I will be happy to correct ... I say this because you never know ...
Old Pc Game Bow And Arrow
FRANCE 2008
[1] Quote and tribute to my report on the historic trip to Paris in 2002 entitled Le vie en rose
[2] Caldana is the name of the tour operator to which we rely. During this trip we tried to find a suitable agency spokesperson, referring affectionately to the spot of Dolce and Gabbana, accompanied by the famous song of love Tell Mariù
[3] A reference to the film Eccezziunale really with Diego Abatantuono, often quoted from memory by me during the tour and Alberto
[4] Reminiscent of the verse "His name was Marcel / France but was not" based on from opera In memory of Giuseppe Ungaretti
[5] Michelle calls in this way stops autogrill
[6] chiastic construction
[7] Michelle called "Drive", the local guides to the castles and Paris. But how do you actually called? Frankly, I remember ...
[8] Nicknamed so because of the similarity with a well-known paintings - imbonitrice ...
[9] front of the royal bed I decided I could not miss the chance to be immortalized as the queen, if only for a moment, and so, in no time at all, photos were taken, shot movies, music videos and promotional campaigns for Inter! Meanwhile, the group took off the ...
[10] This is the portrait of Antoinette Gonsalus of Lavinia Fontana
[11] 04.05.2008, Milan - Inter 2 1 (Inzaghi, Kaka, Cruz)
[12] At the newly recruited by France, the European Council Presidency, has been prepared in light of this impressive
[13] Allusion to Pre-Romanticism, current culture that flourished in Germany at the end of the eighteenth century, characterized by a marked propensity for gloom, the taste for poetry and macabre cemetery
[14 ] Quote from Tomb of Foscolo
[15] For the last day of our tour included the possibility, as an alternative to Versailles, to organize a trip to Disneyland, which initially had joined me, and Marc Silvia , plus a ten year old boy named Riccardino
[16] This is the film Marie Antoinette , 2006, Sofia Coppola
[17] Let the votes to Michelle because we are asked, during the trip, fill out an evaluation form on the excellent tour operator Galdana, expressing our satisfaction. Pour me with the phrase The Same allude to a sympathetic response from me given to a French dealer in the week
[18] Reference to the famous phrase ("the French do not have bread? Mangino croissants), attributed perhaps erroneously, to Marie Antoinette
[19] remember lyrics by Ligabue Some nights and of course a tribute to our driver! 
when every traffic light is where you come across
rouge noir When you see all [1]
Then you just have to sing ...
"Parlami d'amore Marius"
DOLCE and paddies. SUMMER COLLECTION 2008 [2]
Chronicle of a trip to Paris and the Loire Valley
(14 to 20 July 2008)
07.14 MILAN - BEAUNE-BOH?
Our news vague begins on the day that celebrates the anniversary of Bastille Day (July 14, 1789), or pad, one might say [3] ... actually this Tour de France opens in an atmosphere of utter confusion and uncertainty to begin with apostrophe's mother Sylvia and Marcia, mistaking it for the hostess ("Excuse me, but she is driving the screed?) . Shortly after, I and the other we find that the direct bus full of people to other destinations, such as Provence and the Benelux. It will be the right vehicle? What's more, we do not see Michael, and therefore we think that has joined the walkers of Alsace and Lorraine. Just while we figure grappling with the Normandy landings and navigation of the Norwegian fjords, that's our traveling companion is "picked up" in Como, definitely piqued because returning from a wait of about an hour in the pouring rain: now there are only on our bus travelers, tour of Paris and the Loire castles, while the other fell at the first roadside restaurants: go!
now know the "true" companion, Michela, hereinafter identified as "Michelle" to avoid confusion with our thoroughbred Lecco. Her name was Michelle, but it was French [4] , Ungaretti she would say, but more Tuscan than ever, I would add, and in fact his lovely Gorgias resonate happily during these seven days. First we present our "Tirzan", that Marius, the bus driver, and then compare with 27 angels who will soon soar over the Loire.
The sky is gray and gloomy, but Michelle sure you have booked good weather from the border on, and almost believe in a pee stop [5] the other, as a shy sun works its way in the vicinity the Gotthard tunnel. Meanwhile
know the neighbors place on the powerful means of transport: in particular, our attention is caught by a boy seemingly innocuous intent in a cultured and refined conversation with a seemingly innocuous middle-aged lady [6] , which will be soon a terrible retired teacher, Wollj (the name says it all), able to subjugate everyone with his relentless chatter.
"But will stay together?" We ask ourselves, ignoring the advances and the eyes imploring help from our new friend, Alberto, the first victim of this talkative character.
The journey is still long, and Michelle did not miss an opportunity to illustrate the history and legends related to the lands that we pass, like that of William Tell, Switzerland.
"What makes you think of Alsace?" Asks us point blank at some point.
"The Lorraine, "I respond in chorus and other teachers of history, fresh enable SSIS. But the correct answer was: 'wine'.
between a stop and the other we also know that Claudia is immediately revealed a real expert when it comes to winning, competitions and holiday - premium and a pleasant companion tour, so come on in the evening in Beaune, a small town in northern France, waiting to be discovered.
Beaune. Boh? What will be special about this place from just high-sounding name? Roundabouts, for example. Exactly. Roundabouts you ride in a car, intentionally spectacular and perfect in every detail by our master gardeners natives. But
Beaune is mainly green and tranquility. We realize it during the night walk through the streets of downtown. Silvia, in particular, is looking for homes. And how blame her? These are the main monuments, ancient architecture worthy of being reported: overall, the visit is pleasant.
15/07 LOIRE FINALLY!
Our tour begins with a visit to the Castle of Chambord, the Loire but is still far off: the arrival is scheduled for early afternoon, because there is an entire region to be crossed (what a beautiful word, cross!) Burgundy.
window covered by a succession of landscapes vaguely reminiscent of Tuscany, sweet and hilly areas dominated the green fields and white cows: Burgundy is a dream to a life of quiet el'anelito unhurried, even as Michelle points out, explaining that local residents are foreign to the frenzy that characterized the big cities but prefer the old traditions and contact with nature: they know how to really live Burgundy!
'Guys, we stop for a pee stop. "
"But if we are gone, we still do not run away." Poor Michelle ... In addition to our trouble, it also faces a pair of middle-aged, unable to see out the window the mistletoe, which is typical of these areas, which she duly noted.
"This is the mistletoe, on your right. Did you see that? ". Useless, as they turn the other way, and pretend that Marius came dangerously slow on the highway to satisfy their curiosity. However, I can guarantee you: Burgundy is a region rich in lime, and frankly I entangles if they do not believe it!
we come to the Castle of Chambord, rightly a World Heritage Site, after passing a huge park, with lots of forest and gardens.
The castle, built in 1519 by Francis I, but lived there only a handful of days a mockery of fate, is described by some stunning figures: 156 meters long, 56 high, 426 rooms. You also known for its double spiral staircase attributed to Leonardo da Vinci. Here, where everything is huge and can overwhelm, but with great harmony, we know the first "Guido [7] " bizarre character, who is not content to tell the story of the bordering areas, but the aim of become more involved, arrogate to each of us very specific roles, related to the great personalities of the past who lived in the castles of the Loire.
So, if I am Catherine de 'Medici, the magnanimous monarch who intervened in a crucial way in the balance of European powers in the sixteenth century, my husband Henry II, alias Albert, a little child' braggart of Francis I. If I understand it, Silvia, the Marchioness of Plum, is my mother-in-law or so, while Claudia and Marcia recall ladies courted by handsome poets. The most dangerous, however, is attributed to Michael, who plays Diane de Poitiers, a clever courtesan who not only puts a strain on my marriage, but even tries to take possession of my chateaux: help!
many thoughts torment the soul of a lady! I try to distract myself admiring the noble features of the river Loire, which gently frames Orleans at sunset. In fact, we arrived in the city that gave birth to Joan of Arc, the Maid able to shake the British during the Hundred Years' War (1337 - 1453), before being sentenced to death by his own countrymen.
And a conviction rests on us, wretched Maid and Maid of Orleans, forced to listen to the show singing on the bus to a lady of the group, Want [8] , which sings a heartbreaking lament entitled My friends . "Who gave her the microphone?" Someone asks. The voice is not bad, but could sing something more cheerful, because the public is very demanding, we are or are not the noble kings of France?
7.16 ESPRIT DE NOBLESSE
Today is the turn of three magnificent castles: Blois, Amboise and Chenonceau. E beyond. It is also the time in the hotel, early in the morning, Want to laugh at and husband, repeatedly blocking the elevator door they entered, to prevent them going down to breakfast.
At the end of our favorite singer has the upper hand, and on the bus, direct to Blois, we can not help but listen to songs and jokes are not funny, with lots of explanation to those who had not understood ("Well, it's over : At this point you should laugh ...») and clumsy attempts to imitate the Apulian dialect, resulting in an awkward vinculated . But it Salento or simple past? All in all
Want to have hit the mark with its neologisms, because Today we all feel more vinculated, ie friends, carefree fellow journey full of enthusiasm for the day ahead, so that there are those who would like to join our merry band ... it is not Wollj, Opposite missed the bus, which now look resigned with reluctance, but with an original dark lady fan of Japanese manga, which nicknamed "Hermione", partly to give it an aura of D'Annunzio, in part because physically reminiscent of the actress who plays that role in the Harry Potter films.
Albert invited her to sit with us in "pigeon", that in places the bottom, but, after a fleeting conversation with the heir of Francis I, Hermione leaves us unexpectedly back in its place, disappointed and enraged, finally setting aside the idea of \u200b\u200bjoining us. So I wonder: Alberto, but what do you do for women?
I should be aware, since at the castle of Blois continues the saga marriage of Catherine de 'Medici and Henry II, in which we are protagonists thanks to the descriptions and improvisations usually staged by Guido, who does not hide the details related to more inappropriate private lives of the two sovereigns.
Blois Castle is also where I, Alberto, Silvia and Marzia lose track of the group, because of my personal habit in front of a magnificent throne [9] Without too many regrets, because even without a guide, we can see the most famous painting of the castle, which depicts a girl covered with a thick hair, suffering from a serious illness. [10]
When traveling between a castle and the other we hear that our Guido belongs to a noble French family, until recently owner of a castle, lost due to a lawsuit failed. This explains many things: the tone at times angry and haughty impressive knowledge of every detail concerning the life of French kings.
But here we are at Amboise, the last home of Leonardo da Vinci: the flamboyant admired until now gives way to the Italian style Renaissance, which was introduced in the Loire Valley through this building.
Reliving the events of that funny guy of Charles VIII and some bloody incidents of the wars of religion, as the Saint Bartholomew's Day (08/24/1572), visit the Council Chamber, the apartments in the Renaissance and Empire, which belonged King Louis Philippe, to finally reach the castle where I left my heart personally, perhaps because this is my house, ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Chenonceau, humble home of Catherine de 'Medici! The courtyards and boundless
fairytale in which the sovereign diplomatic entertained the most important politicians of the time are a worthy prelude to the fine building, inside which is also, alas, the elegant Diana room (remember the woman from the loose morals?), embellished with tapestries. Other highlights include the kitchens and the royal chapel.
That's good to be me! Catherine de 'Medici had a personal garden, complete with a farmhouse and 70 hectares of park, ideal for those who love outdoor sports.
we said goodbye reluctantly from the Loire Valley, which preserves the flavor of virtuous knights of old, hidden treasures of inestimable value and noble beauty, we are comforted, however, by the thought of setting foot on the morrow, in what defines a city Michelle "ugly" ... Paris!
17/07 FROM CHARTRES Ibis PRE-ROMANTIC VIA PIGALLE
Chartres Cathedral, the purest expression of the Gothic style, stands before us in a cool and cloudy day, ready to be invaded dall'incontenibile group Caldana , led not only the "old guard", Michelle and Marius, but also the second "Guido," which compares the same escort to Mr. Bean for the spoken and funny ways preposterous, so that you do not understand almost anything he says. We noted, outside the Romanesque bell tower that stands next to the Gothic, and the amazing sculptures that adorn the portals of the church.
Inside the medieval gloom full of charm and mystery is confused in the light of the windows and pointed to the solemnity of the architecture. Among the most significant parts of the maze and stand out the window of the zodiac signs.
At the end of our tour would involve us in a grotesque quadrille, but personally I decline the invitation, there is no time to lose, it's off to Paris!
The bus enters triumphantly in the French capital, the ancient Lutetia, the city can give you unique emotions, and leaves us just around the Eiffel Tower. A couple of hours of freedom are sufficient groped for the arduous climb (first floor). In reality, Alberto, and Silvia Marzia not lose heart, while I'm more hesitant to do, but in the end I follow them.
On the other hand, I think, if at the last derby [11] I got to the third ring on the run, leaving behind a horde of angry Inter scudetto party for failure, I can do it again this time.
And in fact, in no time at all, we are above, where the effect is incomparable panoramic and people, seen from above, small ants seem small. Where a € Baghette costs almost seven and half hour to wait in line for the toilet, but it's worth it. I do not know the world a monument comparable to the Eiffel Tower for its symbolic value and evocative: that other pile of junk!
The city tour continues in the company of ... "Guido III," which leads us to the Hotel des Invalides, Place de la Concorde where the guillotine once was not too many compliments, so the Place Vendôme, in which the famous Hotel Ritz (it is not, however, the hotel we booked for tonight, because we are usually intended for the Ibis). We walk
other symbolic places like the Champs Elysees, the square in the former Bastille prison and the busy Arc de Triomphe, where the cars move in a frenzied dance and decomposed, often clashing. It's good that Marius is contemptuous of the danger, and able to overcome any bottleneck, accompanying unharmed hotel. For dinner, you expect the
nouvelle cuisine and yet you find the noodles plain clearly highlight the Ibis. We formalize and eat it all to go out again, in view of the excursion planned aboard the Bateaux Mouches.
The navigation of the Seine, in the company of a coarse colony of thirteen, maybe students of Michael, we can lick some parts of the city and see the illuminated monuments such as the Gothic Conciergerie. The charm of Paris by night , disturbed only by the screams of young tourists trivial, culminating in the wonderful view of the Eiffel Tower bathed in blue and gold [12] .
Yet, the evening is not complete. It's so hard to get back home in Paris ... Therefore, having accompanied some friends to the group Caldana Moulin Rouge, I take the opportunity to walk to the hotel and explore the district of Pigalle.
The Moulin Rouge stands majestically in the middle of the night, along with other local "characteristic" of the area, where Wollj, incredibly enough, it becomes ... irrepressible!
If we stroll listlessly in hotel management, so good-natured joking before the windows, and even Alberto candidly takes refuge among the rest of us pause to every Wollj local clubs and brothels, or even to enter in a shop in questionable taste to shop ... the destruction of roads bind to the point that we lose sight of in the short, and go back to the hotel without his presence.
Ah, we young people of other times, we are perhaps the most romantic ... indeed pre - romantic, since our Ibis Montmartre soon reveals his appearance Sturm und Drang : [13] looks ominously at the cemetery of Montmartre, where they are buried artists, writers and great men of the past.
So, at night, listening to and that of the Hoopoe forlorn dog wandering on the going was howling and hungry [14] , take time to ponder the next day to visit the tomb of the Most poet Charles Baudelaire, and inspire a bit 'as it did in Foscolo Holy Cross ...
18/07 "Banfi A MONTMARTRE
At breakfast my desire to visit the cemetery is fed by several Italian tourists who meet by chance at the hotel.
"What! You have not yet seen the cemetery in Montmartre where he is buried Baudelaire, "an elderly gentleman in particular intimate. "You've wasted time Caldana of the Eiffel Tower and you missed the most important monument in PARIS» Judgement, making me feel ignorant and narrow-minded, while his friends nodded, chuckling. And so I plan to go to the tomb of father of modern poetry in the afternoon ... boastful. But then I did not.
During the morning we go to the Jardin du Luxembourg, past the Opera and the Sorbonne, University of worldwide fame. I almost, I think, I present here the demand for tutoring, as my tenure in the Catholic is coming to an end. And then, one need only a slight modification to my name ... Sarko ... Sarkosi to have a super recommendation!
then reach the Cathedral of Notre Dame, which is the heart of the city and is known for its sublime balance of proportions. We visit in depth the church, built between the twelfth and fourteenth centuries, enjoying the wonderful Gothic structures, the rosettes and the transept. I, Silvia and Marco did not disdain even the Treasure Museum, which is worth a quick visit. It's time to
devoured : What do you think of delicious pancakes Silvietta? Nell'animatissimo Latin Quarter are the locations of all types to enjoy this dish in many different ways.
In the afternoon, after a fleeting visit to the church of San Severino, we are left with the group to complete the climb on the hill of Montmartre, where stands the Basilica of the Sacred Heart ... a walk compared to what we have undertaken to reach the Eiffel Tower! A
Montmartre is always nice to breathe the atmosphere and a bit poetic ' melancholy makes us feel everywhere and nowhere. Imbued with the sweetness of his ways, one with artists and bohemians, do not forget that here was shot one of the most representative films of the nouvelle vague : The Hundred of shots Truffault.
After the tour, our group of "pigeon" may become detached from the rest of the group headed for the cemetery of Montmartre.
Claudia is baffled by this site, which is full of cats and silence, the hour when the day dies, but in the end comes. Outside, the clamor of the metropolis. Inside, the cats that wander among the tombs, wrapped in a ghostly light. And we, unique visitors, unaware of what lies ahead ...
Soon, in fact, we learn to be in the wrong cemetery, because, as suggested by the guardian, Baudelaire is located in Montparnasse, on the other side of town!
"Then the old man this morning, what did they see?" Asks someone. It's simple: they Banfo would say that my students. We are scrambling to not deface, not to make scene changes. That bitterness. Consoles us, however, the vision of the tombs of Stendhal and Foucault, the first sad return to the hotel.
The evening is even more sad, because I, Marco and Silvia are forced to give up the excursion alternative dell'indomani Disneyland Resort Paris, because of uncertain weather, causing the disappointment of Riccardino, the youngest member of the group, which we would gladly aggregate [15] .
Oh sorrow, oh shame! Finally, we learn that a gentleman of the party during the afternoon, it did not just start a riot, threatening some Gallic traders sold him not guilty of a postage stamp. All right, who are French, but ...
19/07 HIST HIST DOLCE
Hall as the Ibis. Early morning. "Hello," I turn to the crowd of gentlemen of the day before. "We, too, yesterday we were at the cemetery of Montmartre, but it has escaped the tomb of Baudelaire. Where is that was exactly? ".
"Ah, well ... was somewhere near the other graves, can not remember ...». Nails on the wall smooth slide into ruin.
"Oh yeah? And how was it made? It was big or small? ". Alberto holds the game.
"Um, bah! A bit 'like any other, no? "The guy who cut short the day before had held a pedantic lecture on Fleurs du mal .
There is nothing to be done. This is a full-blown banfi . Banfi A mortified that the purpose of my visit, debase poetry, art, and why not, the deeper reasons that dwell in the human.
The desolation for the crime fades considerably before the palace of Versailles, an absolute masterpiece, the archetype of elegance and grandeur than boundless. I am not referring only to the famous hall of mirrors, where he would attempt a waltz without due time, if it were not for the bellicose Japanese tourists who crowd the rooms, but also to the rest: from the apartments to the gardens, everything is luxury at Versailles, awe, triumph of Baroque and Rococo.
observe the stairs recalling the recent film about Marie Antoinette, [16] the glutton who ate croissants, pastries and other delicacies.
The park of the palace is a veritable museum en plein air; therefore decided to go on the train, because the time available is not much. In short we are at the Petit Trianon, the village of Marie Antoinette, a gift of Louis XVI, who, according to historians, he turned to his wife in this way: "You love the flowers: Well, I have a bunch to offer ... Trianon is this small. " Well, now that I think, but I like the flowers ...
The train makes a stop right near the Petit Trianon, and disaster happens there: among the passengers also Wollj salt, coming from nowhere.
make every effort not to show us, confuse the Japanese, but our efforts are thwarted by his ever-watchful attention: Wollj sees us and sits down beside us, looking at all costs to start a discussion.
So here is that Michael looks into the void, I speak with Marcia, Claudia pretends to sleep, play with my mobile Alberto, and Silvia has a great idea: "Why do not we go down to the next stop and we make it to walk to the bus?" . Silvietta cunning. As Arsenio Lupin. But it is not enough. Wollj following us off the train, and, defeated, and all together we head reluctantly to the bus.
The ride is short, we must extend the hand without losing sight, but when you least expect it, Wollj mysteriously disappears. We turn and we do not see anymore. We wait a few minutes, but he really did late at this time Michelle will stand in front of the bus stamping. So we arrive to the meeting place and we alert our guide. Wollj of even the shadow. All
mobilize: Michelle tries to get on his trail, would Want to sing a song of encouragement, Marius switches off the engine, a Baghette Alberto bites, when behold Wollj, accompanied by the roar of relief of those present, is revealed in front of the bus . Moreover
is furious, because, in that, we would not have expected, when she was announced (?) That he was turning to go to get a brochure on Versailles.
"And I'm not able to find it, the brochure!" he says, visibly angry, accusing disproportionately: for one thing has not warned anyone dell'inopportuna deviation, and still we wait for a while '... In short, Wollj, fully understand the fear about the situation, but you can not blame this for a simple misunderstanding ...
And then, on the bus, Silvia does a noble deed, worthy of a king's musketeer, cedendole your brochure. At this point Wollj is happy and peace restored.
We go then to the Louvre, we see only from outside, and then organize our free afternoon. The first goal is the Saint Chapelle, one of the greatest masterpieces of Western art has produced.
The monument is located in the palace of the Cité, which also includes the Conciergerie, and currently houses the Palace of Justice. Built between 1242 and 1248, it had an important religious function was to house the relics of the Passion of Jesus
Now I wonder if it took only a few years to make the most emblematic monument of the Gothic, because today's workers there bring life to renovate the façade of my house? Doubt destined to remain unsolved.
wait long in line with the inevitable Baghette before reaching the counter.
The others did not have the right even at the reduced rate, while I can even get free, posing for an Expert in - assistant art history, and showing the card SSIS, not at all relevant, accompanied by some scholarly quotation. The ticket, exhausted, was forced to yield. €
Zero, but it was worth it. Seriously ... enter the Saint Chapelle is really exciting. It will be for the splendid architecture, will be for the blue of the time or the ancient murals of the chapel below, will be to the astonishment you feel when you enter the upper chapel, beautifully enhanced with stained glass windows, created specially to give the impression of reach the heavenly Jerusalem, in a blaze of light and color, but this is my favorite place in Paris, along in Montmartre.
Then we head to Saint Germain des Pres, a Romanesque church, which boasts the oldest bell in Paris, and chapels dedicated to Saint Anne and Saint Genevieve. From that area, to return to our Ibis, we must use the subway. This is a disconcerting experience because we are crushed like sardines for at least a dozen stops in the throes of a frenzied crowd of French and ready to elbowing here and there. It would be rather inconvenient if at this moment to remind them that the Italian national team defeated the blue the latest European football, in addition to the infamous World Cup triumph of 2006, I agree, and I look forward to returning to the surface, almost regretting the Milan subway, "Cadorna Cadorna" and everything else. In the evenings
ominously foretold the escargot, which I try to feel a bit ' Pretty woman, but the bogeyman is resolved in a stalemate, so you just have a visit of Montmartre for a night walk, we are still in time to fill the eyes of this wonderful city, because the view from the Basilica of the Sacred Heart embraces the whole of Paris, and is framed by a full moon, which stands gracious and eloquent on our last evening in France. Adieu.
20/07 VINCULATED TO END!
The day of the reluctant return to Italy begins soon, very soon, soon ... too soon. When facing such a long journey and rough, it is appropriate to get up early in the morning, although the numbness generally not conducive to our lucidity is why me and Claudia, after loading the luggage on the bus, we head to breakfast in 'wrong hotel, under the mocking eyes and satisfied Wollj, which in recent times has taken us a bit' dislike.
Fortunately, there is Michelle, always ready to return to the right path, counting the people to be secure and do not miss anyone or deal with some lady who, alas, suffers from the bus (or perhaps the cries of Want?). What we vote for? Pour me The Same! [17]
As in a dream now wake up next, we run alongside various landscapes and numerous cities: Vezelay, famous for its abbey, Fontainebleau, which is located in an important castle, and Basel, the Swiss resort very attractive.
Towards evening we arrived in Milan. Here we are. Other than pastries. When we have bread, eat the cake [18] , but there will be a next time in France, I'm sure. Maybe to try the tarte Tatin , or to live in the cozy Burgundy as Russell Crowe, star of the film A wonderful vintage, which we saw during the trip.
love to go. Maybe even just to get in the cemetery "right" in spite of all banfi smelling of Freudian slips. There will be another opportunity. so I'll see you sooner or later by Marius [19] .
rouge noir When you see all [1]
Then you just have to sing ...
"Parlami d'amore Marius"
DOLCE and paddies. SUMMER COLLECTION 2008 [2]
Chronicle of a trip to Paris and the Loire Valley
(14 to 20 July 2008)
07.14 MILAN - BEAUNE-BOH?
Our news vague begins on the day that celebrates the anniversary of Bastille Day (July 14, 1789), or pad, one might say [3] ... actually this Tour de France opens in an atmosphere of utter confusion and uncertainty to begin with apostrophe's mother Sylvia and Marcia, mistaking it for the hostess ("Excuse me, but she is driving the screed?) . Shortly after, I and the other we find that the direct bus full of people to other destinations, such as Provence and the Benelux. It will be the right vehicle? What's more, we do not see Michael, and therefore we think that has joined the walkers of Alsace and Lorraine. Just while we figure grappling with the Normandy landings and navigation of the Norwegian fjords, that's our traveling companion is "picked up" in Como, definitely piqued because returning from a wait of about an hour in the pouring rain: now there are only on our bus travelers, tour of Paris and the Loire castles, while the other fell at the first roadside restaurants: go!
now know the "true" companion, Michela, hereinafter identified as "Michelle" to avoid confusion with our thoroughbred Lecco. Her name was Michelle, but it was French [4] , Ungaretti she would say, but more Tuscan than ever, I would add, and in fact his lovely Gorgias resonate happily during these seven days. First we present our "Tirzan", that Marius, the bus driver, and then compare with 27 angels who will soon soar over the Loire.
The sky is gray and gloomy, but Michelle sure you have booked good weather from the border on, and almost believe in a pee stop [5] the other, as a shy sun works its way in the vicinity the Gotthard tunnel. Meanwhile
know the neighbors place on the powerful means of transport: in particular, our attention is caught by a boy seemingly innocuous intent in a cultured and refined conversation with a seemingly innocuous middle-aged lady [6] , which will be soon a terrible retired teacher, Wollj (the name says it all), able to subjugate everyone with his relentless chatter.
"But will stay together?" We ask ourselves, ignoring the advances and the eyes imploring help from our new friend, Alberto, the first victim of this talkative character.
The journey is still long, and Michelle did not miss an opportunity to illustrate the history and legends related to the lands that we pass, like that of William Tell, Switzerland.
"What makes you think of Alsace?" Asks us point blank at some point.
"The Lorraine, "I respond in chorus and other teachers of history, fresh enable SSIS. But the correct answer was: 'wine'.
between a stop and the other we also know that Claudia is immediately revealed a real expert when it comes to winning, competitions and holiday - premium and a pleasant companion tour, so come on in the evening in Beaune, a small town in northern France, waiting to be discovered.
Beaune. Boh? What will be special about this place from just high-sounding name? Roundabouts, for example. Exactly. Roundabouts you ride in a car, intentionally spectacular and perfect in every detail by our master gardeners natives. But
Beaune is mainly green and tranquility. We realize it during the night walk through the streets of downtown. Silvia, in particular, is looking for homes. And how blame her? These are the main monuments, ancient architecture worthy of being reported: overall, the visit is pleasant.
15/07 LOIRE FINALLY!
Our tour begins with a visit to the Castle of Chambord, the Loire but is still far off: the arrival is scheduled for early afternoon, because there is an entire region to be crossed (what a beautiful word, cross!) Burgundy.
window covered by a succession of landscapes vaguely reminiscent of Tuscany, sweet and hilly areas dominated the green fields and white cows: Burgundy is a dream to a life of quiet el'anelito unhurried, even as Michelle points out, explaining that local residents are foreign to the frenzy that characterized the big cities but prefer the old traditions and contact with nature: they know how to really live Burgundy!
'Guys, we stop for a pee stop. "
"But if we are gone, we still do not run away." Poor Michelle ... In addition to our trouble, it also faces a pair of middle-aged, unable to see out the window the mistletoe, which is typical of these areas, which she duly noted.
"This is the mistletoe, on your right. Did you see that? ". Useless, as they turn the other way, and pretend that Marius came dangerously slow on the highway to satisfy their curiosity. However, I can guarantee you: Burgundy is a region rich in lime, and frankly I entangles if they do not believe it!
we come to the Castle of Chambord, rightly a World Heritage Site, after passing a huge park, with lots of forest and gardens.
The castle, built in 1519 by Francis I, but lived there only a handful of days a mockery of fate, is described by some stunning figures: 156 meters long, 56 high, 426 rooms. You also known for its double spiral staircase attributed to Leonardo da Vinci. Here, where everything is huge and can overwhelm, but with great harmony, we know the first "Guido [7] " bizarre character, who is not content to tell the story of the bordering areas, but the aim of become more involved, arrogate to each of us very specific roles, related to the great personalities of the past who lived in the castles of the Loire.
So, if I am Catherine de 'Medici, the magnanimous monarch who intervened in a crucial way in the balance of European powers in the sixteenth century, my husband Henry II, alias Albert, a little child' braggart of Francis I. If I understand it, Silvia, the Marchioness of Plum, is my mother-in-law or so, while Claudia and Marcia recall ladies courted by handsome poets. The most dangerous, however, is attributed to Michael, who plays Diane de Poitiers, a clever courtesan who not only puts a strain on my marriage, but even tries to take possession of my chateaux: help!
many thoughts torment the soul of a lady! I try to distract myself admiring the noble features of the river Loire, which gently frames Orleans at sunset. In fact, we arrived in the city that gave birth to Joan of Arc, the Maid able to shake the British during the Hundred Years' War (1337 - 1453), before being sentenced to death by his own countrymen.
And a conviction rests on us, wretched Maid and Maid of Orleans, forced to listen to the show singing on the bus to a lady of the group, Want [8] , which sings a heartbreaking lament entitled My friends . "Who gave her the microphone?" Someone asks. The voice is not bad, but could sing something more cheerful, because the public is very demanding, we are or are not the noble kings of France?
7.16 ESPRIT DE NOBLESSE
Today is the turn of three magnificent castles: Blois, Amboise and Chenonceau. E beyond. It is also the time in the hotel, early in the morning, Want to laugh at and husband, repeatedly blocking the elevator door they entered, to prevent them going down to breakfast.
At the end of our favorite singer has the upper hand, and on the bus, direct to Blois, we can not help but listen to songs and jokes are not funny, with lots of explanation to those who had not understood ("Well, it's over : At this point you should laugh ...») and clumsy attempts to imitate the Apulian dialect, resulting in an awkward vinculated . But it Salento or simple past? All in all
Want to have hit the mark with its neologisms, because Today we all feel more vinculated, ie friends, carefree fellow journey full of enthusiasm for the day ahead, so that there are those who would like to join our merry band ... it is not Wollj, Opposite missed the bus, which now look resigned with reluctance, but with an original dark lady fan of Japanese manga, which nicknamed "Hermione", partly to give it an aura of D'Annunzio, in part because physically reminiscent of the actress who plays that role in the Harry Potter films.
Albert invited her to sit with us in "pigeon", that in places the bottom, but, after a fleeting conversation with the heir of Francis I, Hermione leaves us unexpectedly back in its place, disappointed and enraged, finally setting aside the idea of \u200b\u200bjoining us. So I wonder: Alberto, but what do you do for women?
I should be aware, since at the castle of Blois continues the saga marriage of Catherine de 'Medici and Henry II, in which we are protagonists thanks to the descriptions and improvisations usually staged by Guido, who does not hide the details related to more inappropriate private lives of the two sovereigns.
Blois Castle is also where I, Alberto, Silvia and Marzia lose track of the group, because of my personal habit in front of a magnificent throne [9] Without too many regrets, because even without a guide, we can see the most famous painting of the castle, which depicts a girl covered with a thick hair, suffering from a serious illness. [10]
When traveling between a castle and the other we hear that our Guido belongs to a noble French family, until recently owner of a castle, lost due to a lawsuit failed. This explains many things: the tone at times angry and haughty impressive knowledge of every detail concerning the life of French kings.
But here we are at Amboise, the last home of Leonardo da Vinci: the flamboyant admired until now gives way to the Italian style Renaissance, which was introduced in the Loire Valley through this building.
Reliving the events of that funny guy of Charles VIII and some bloody incidents of the wars of religion, as the Saint Bartholomew's Day (08/24/1572), visit the Council Chamber, the apartments in the Renaissance and Empire, which belonged King Louis Philippe, to finally reach the castle where I left my heart personally, perhaps because this is my house, ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Chenonceau, humble home of Catherine de 'Medici! The courtyards and boundless
fairytale in which the sovereign diplomatic entertained the most important politicians of the time are a worthy prelude to the fine building, inside which is also, alas, the elegant Diana room (remember the woman from the loose morals?), embellished with tapestries. Other highlights include the kitchens and the royal chapel.
That's good to be me! Catherine de 'Medici had a personal garden, complete with a farmhouse and 70 hectares of park, ideal for those who love outdoor sports.
we said goodbye reluctantly from the Loire Valley, which preserves the flavor of virtuous knights of old, hidden treasures of inestimable value and noble beauty, we are comforted, however, by the thought of setting foot on the morrow, in what defines a city Michelle "ugly" ... Paris!
17/07 FROM CHARTRES Ibis PRE-ROMANTIC VIA PIGALLE
Chartres Cathedral, the purest expression of the Gothic style, stands before us in a cool and cloudy day, ready to be invaded dall'incontenibile group Caldana , led not only the "old guard", Michelle and Marius, but also the second "Guido," which compares the same escort to Mr. Bean for the spoken and funny ways preposterous, so that you do not understand almost anything he says. We noted, outside the Romanesque bell tower that stands next to the Gothic, and the amazing sculptures that adorn the portals of the church.
Inside the medieval gloom full of charm and mystery is confused in the light of the windows and pointed to the solemnity of the architecture. Among the most significant parts of the maze and stand out the window of the zodiac signs.
At the end of our tour would involve us in a grotesque quadrille, but personally I decline the invitation, there is no time to lose, it's off to Paris!
The bus enters triumphantly in the French capital, the ancient Lutetia, the city can give you unique emotions, and leaves us just around the Eiffel Tower. A couple of hours of freedom are sufficient groped for the arduous climb (first floor). In reality, Alberto, and Silvia Marzia not lose heart, while I'm more hesitant to do, but in the end I follow them.
On the other hand, I think, if at the last derby [11] I got to the third ring on the run, leaving behind a horde of angry Inter scudetto party for failure, I can do it again this time.
And in fact, in no time at all, we are above, where the effect is incomparable panoramic and people, seen from above, small ants seem small. Where a € Baghette costs almost seven and half hour to wait in line for the toilet, but it's worth it. I do not know the world a monument comparable to the Eiffel Tower for its symbolic value and evocative: that other pile of junk!
The city tour continues in the company of ... "Guido III," which leads us to the Hotel des Invalides, Place de la Concorde where the guillotine once was not too many compliments, so the Place Vendôme, in which the famous Hotel Ritz (it is not, however, the hotel we booked for tonight, because we are usually intended for the Ibis). We walk
other symbolic places like the Champs Elysees, the square in the former Bastille prison and the busy Arc de Triomphe, where the cars move in a frenzied dance and decomposed, often clashing. It's good that Marius is contemptuous of the danger, and able to overcome any bottleneck, accompanying unharmed hotel. For dinner, you expect the
nouvelle cuisine and yet you find the noodles plain clearly highlight the Ibis. We formalize and eat it all to go out again, in view of the excursion planned aboard the Bateaux Mouches.
The navigation of the Seine, in the company of a coarse colony of thirteen, maybe students of Michael, we can lick some parts of the city and see the illuminated monuments such as the Gothic Conciergerie. The charm of Paris by night , disturbed only by the screams of young tourists trivial, culminating in the wonderful view of the Eiffel Tower bathed in blue and gold [12] .
Yet, the evening is not complete. It's so hard to get back home in Paris ... Therefore, having accompanied some friends to the group Caldana Moulin Rouge, I take the opportunity to walk to the hotel and explore the district of Pigalle.
The Moulin Rouge stands majestically in the middle of the night, along with other local "characteristic" of the area, where Wollj, incredibly enough, it becomes ... irrepressible!
If we stroll listlessly in hotel management, so good-natured joking before the windows, and even Alberto candidly takes refuge among the rest of us pause to every Wollj local clubs and brothels, or even to enter in a shop in questionable taste to shop ... the destruction of roads bind to the point that we lose sight of in the short, and go back to the hotel without his presence.
Ah, we young people of other times, we are perhaps the most romantic ... indeed pre - romantic, since our Ibis Montmartre soon reveals his appearance Sturm und Drang : [13] looks ominously at the cemetery of Montmartre, where they are buried artists, writers and great men of the past.
So, at night, listening to and that of the Hoopoe forlorn dog wandering on the going was howling and hungry [14] , take time to ponder the next day to visit the tomb of the Most poet Charles Baudelaire, and inspire a bit 'as it did in Foscolo Holy Cross ...
18/07 "Banfi A MONTMARTRE
At breakfast my desire to visit the cemetery is fed by several Italian tourists who meet by chance at the hotel.
"What! You have not yet seen the cemetery in Montmartre where he is buried Baudelaire, "an elderly gentleman in particular intimate. "You've wasted time Caldana of the Eiffel Tower and you missed the most important monument in PARIS» Judgement, making me feel ignorant and narrow-minded, while his friends nodded, chuckling. And so I plan to go to the tomb of father of modern poetry in the afternoon ... boastful. But then I did not.
During the morning we go to the Jardin du Luxembourg, past the Opera and the Sorbonne, University of worldwide fame. I almost, I think, I present here the demand for tutoring, as my tenure in the Catholic is coming to an end. And then, one need only a slight modification to my name ... Sarko ... Sarkosi to have a super recommendation!
then reach the Cathedral of Notre Dame, which is the heart of the city and is known for its sublime balance of proportions. We visit in depth the church, built between the twelfth and fourteenth centuries, enjoying the wonderful Gothic structures, the rosettes and the transept. I, Silvia and Marco did not disdain even the Treasure Museum, which is worth a quick visit. It's time to
devoured : What do you think of delicious pancakes Silvietta? Nell'animatissimo Latin Quarter are the locations of all types to enjoy this dish in many different ways.
In the afternoon, after a fleeting visit to the church of San Severino, we are left with the group to complete the climb on the hill of Montmartre, where stands the Basilica of the Sacred Heart ... a walk compared to what we have undertaken to reach the Eiffel Tower! A
Montmartre is always nice to breathe the atmosphere and a bit poetic ' melancholy makes us feel everywhere and nowhere. Imbued with the sweetness of his ways, one with artists and bohemians, do not forget that here was shot one of the most representative films of the nouvelle vague : The Hundred of shots Truffault.
After the tour, our group of "pigeon" may become detached from the rest of the group headed for the cemetery of Montmartre.
Claudia is baffled by this site, which is full of cats and silence, the hour when the day dies, but in the end comes. Outside, the clamor of the metropolis. Inside, the cats that wander among the tombs, wrapped in a ghostly light. And we, unique visitors, unaware of what lies ahead ...
Soon, in fact, we learn to be in the wrong cemetery, because, as suggested by the guardian, Baudelaire is located in Montparnasse, on the other side of town!
"Then the old man this morning, what did they see?" Asks someone. It's simple: they Banfo would say that my students. We are scrambling to not deface, not to make scene changes. That bitterness. Consoles us, however, the vision of the tombs of Stendhal and Foucault, the first sad return to the hotel.
The evening is even more sad, because I, Marco and Silvia are forced to give up the excursion alternative dell'indomani Disneyland Resort Paris, because of uncertain weather, causing the disappointment of Riccardino, the youngest member of the group, which we would gladly aggregate [15] .
Oh sorrow, oh shame! Finally, we learn that a gentleman of the party during the afternoon, it did not just start a riot, threatening some Gallic traders sold him not guilty of a postage stamp. All right, who are French, but ...
19/07 HIST HIST DOLCE
Hall as the Ibis. Early morning. "Hello," I turn to the crowd of gentlemen of the day before. "We, too, yesterday we were at the cemetery of Montmartre, but it has escaped the tomb of Baudelaire. Where is that was exactly? ".
"Ah, well ... was somewhere near the other graves, can not remember ...». Nails on the wall smooth slide into ruin.
"Oh yeah? And how was it made? It was big or small? ". Alberto holds the game.
"Um, bah! A bit 'like any other, no? "The guy who cut short the day before had held a pedantic lecture on Fleurs du mal .
There is nothing to be done. This is a full-blown banfi . Banfi A mortified that the purpose of my visit, debase poetry, art, and why not, the deeper reasons that dwell in the human.
The desolation for the crime fades considerably before the palace of Versailles, an absolute masterpiece, the archetype of elegance and grandeur than boundless. I am not referring only to the famous hall of mirrors, where he would attempt a waltz without due time, if it were not for the bellicose Japanese tourists who crowd the rooms, but also to the rest: from the apartments to the gardens, everything is luxury at Versailles, awe, triumph of Baroque and Rococo.
observe the stairs recalling the recent film about Marie Antoinette, [16] the glutton who ate croissants, pastries and other delicacies.
The park of the palace is a veritable museum en plein air; therefore decided to go on the train, because the time available is not much. In short we are at the Petit Trianon, the village of Marie Antoinette, a gift of Louis XVI, who, according to historians, he turned to his wife in this way: "You love the flowers: Well, I have a bunch to offer ... Trianon is this small. " Well, now that I think, but I like the flowers ...
The train makes a stop right near the Petit Trianon, and disaster happens there: among the passengers also Wollj salt, coming from nowhere.
make every effort not to show us, confuse the Japanese, but our efforts are thwarted by his ever-watchful attention: Wollj sees us and sits down beside us, looking at all costs to start a discussion.
So here is that Michael looks into the void, I speak with Marcia, Claudia pretends to sleep, play with my mobile Alberto, and Silvia has a great idea: "Why do not we go down to the next stop and we make it to walk to the bus?" . Silvietta cunning. As Arsenio Lupin. But it is not enough. Wollj following us off the train, and, defeated, and all together we head reluctantly to the bus.
The ride is short, we must extend the hand without losing sight, but when you least expect it, Wollj mysteriously disappears. We turn and we do not see anymore. We wait a few minutes, but he really did late at this time Michelle will stand in front of the bus stamping. So we arrive to the meeting place and we alert our guide. Wollj of even the shadow. All
mobilize: Michelle tries to get on his trail, would Want to sing a song of encouragement, Marius switches off the engine, a Baghette Alberto bites, when behold Wollj, accompanied by the roar of relief of those present, is revealed in front of the bus . Moreover
is furious, because, in that, we would not have expected, when she was announced (?) That he was turning to go to get a brochure on Versailles.
"And I'm not able to find it, the brochure!" he says, visibly angry, accusing disproportionately: for one thing has not warned anyone dell'inopportuna deviation, and still we wait for a while '... In short, Wollj, fully understand the fear about the situation, but you can not blame this for a simple misunderstanding ...
And then, on the bus, Silvia does a noble deed, worthy of a king's musketeer, cedendole your brochure. At this point Wollj is happy and peace restored.
We go then to the Louvre, we see only from outside, and then organize our free afternoon. The first goal is the Saint Chapelle, one of the greatest masterpieces of Western art has produced.
The monument is located in the palace of the Cité, which also includes the Conciergerie, and currently houses the Palace of Justice. Built between 1242 and 1248, it had an important religious function was to house the relics of the Passion of Jesus
Now I wonder if it took only a few years to make the most emblematic monument of the Gothic, because today's workers there bring life to renovate the façade of my house? Doubt destined to remain unsolved.
wait long in line with the inevitable Baghette before reaching the counter.
The others did not have the right even at the reduced rate, while I can even get free, posing for an Expert in - assistant art history, and showing the card SSIS, not at all relevant, accompanied by some scholarly quotation. The ticket, exhausted, was forced to yield. €
Zero, but it was worth it. Seriously ... enter the Saint Chapelle is really exciting. It will be for the splendid architecture, will be for the blue of the time or the ancient murals of the chapel below, will be to the astonishment you feel when you enter the upper chapel, beautifully enhanced with stained glass windows, created specially to give the impression of reach the heavenly Jerusalem, in a blaze of light and color, but this is my favorite place in Paris, along in Montmartre.
Then we head to Saint Germain des Pres, a Romanesque church, which boasts the oldest bell in Paris, and chapels dedicated to Saint Anne and Saint Genevieve. From that area, to return to our Ibis, we must use the subway. This is a disconcerting experience because we are crushed like sardines for at least a dozen stops in the throes of a frenzied crowd of French and ready to elbowing here and there. It would be rather inconvenient if at this moment to remind them that the Italian national team defeated the blue the latest European football, in addition to the infamous World Cup triumph of 2006, I agree, and I look forward to returning to the surface, almost regretting the Milan subway, "Cadorna Cadorna" and everything else. In the evenings
ominously foretold the escargot, which I try to feel a bit ' Pretty woman, but the bogeyman is resolved in a stalemate, so you just have a visit of Montmartre for a night walk, we are still in time to fill the eyes of this wonderful city, because the view from the Basilica of the Sacred Heart embraces the whole of Paris, and is framed by a full moon, which stands gracious and eloquent on our last evening in France. Adieu.
20/07 VINCULATED TO END!
The day of the reluctant return to Italy begins soon, very soon, soon ... too soon. When facing such a long journey and rough, it is appropriate to get up early in the morning, although the numbness generally not conducive to our lucidity is why me and Claudia, after loading the luggage on the bus, we head to breakfast in 'wrong hotel, under the mocking eyes and satisfied Wollj, which in recent times has taken us a bit' dislike.
Fortunately, there is Michelle, always ready to return to the right path, counting the people to be secure and do not miss anyone or deal with some lady who, alas, suffers from the bus (or perhaps the cries of Want?). What we vote for? Pour me The Same! [17]
As in a dream now wake up next, we run alongside various landscapes and numerous cities: Vezelay, famous for its abbey, Fontainebleau, which is located in an important castle, and Basel, the Swiss resort very attractive.
Towards evening we arrived in Milan. Here we are. Other than pastries. When we have bread, eat the cake [18] , but there will be a next time in France, I'm sure. Maybe to try the tarte Tatin , or to live in the cozy Burgundy as Russell Crowe, star of the film A wonderful vintage, which we saw during the trip.
love to go. Maybe even just to get in the cemetery "right" in spite of all banfi smelling of Freudian slips. There will be another opportunity. so I'll see you sooner or later by Marius [19] .
[1] Quote and tribute to my report on the historic trip to Paris in 2002 entitled Le vie en rose
[2] Caldana is the name of the tour operator to which we rely. During this trip we tried to find a suitable agency spokesperson, referring affectionately to the spot of Dolce and Gabbana, accompanied by the famous song of love Tell Mariù
[3] A reference to the film Eccezziunale really with Diego Abatantuono, often quoted from memory by me during the tour and Alberto
[4] Reminiscent of the verse "His name was Marcel / France but was not" based on from opera In memory of Giuseppe Ungaretti
[5] Michelle calls in this way stops autogrill
[6] chiastic construction
[7] Michelle called "Drive", the local guides to the castles and Paris. But how do you actually called? Frankly, I remember ...
[8] Nicknamed so because of the similarity with a well-known paintings - imbonitrice ...
[9] front of the royal bed I decided I could not miss the chance to be immortalized as the queen, if only for a moment, and so, in no time at all, photos were taken, shot movies, music videos and promotional campaigns for Inter! Meanwhile, the group took off the ...
[10] This is the portrait of Antoinette Gonsalus of Lavinia Fontana
[11] 04.05.2008, Milan - Inter 2 1 (Inzaghi, Kaka, Cruz)
[12] At the newly recruited by France, the European Council Presidency, has been prepared in light of this impressive
[13] Allusion to Pre-Romanticism, current culture that flourished in Germany at the end of the eighteenth century, characterized by a marked propensity for gloom, the taste for poetry and macabre cemetery
[14 ] Quote from Tomb of Foscolo
[15] For the last day of our tour included the possibility, as an alternative to Versailles, to organize a trip to Disneyland, which initially had joined me, and Marc Silvia , plus a ten year old boy named Riccardino
[16] This is the film Marie Antoinette , 2006, Sofia Coppola
[17] Let the votes to Michelle because we are asked, during the trip, fill out an evaluation form on the excellent tour operator Galdana, expressing our satisfaction. Pour me with the phrase The Same allude to a sympathetic response from me given to a French dealer in the week
[18] Reference to the famous phrase ("the French do not have bread? Mangino croissants), attributed perhaps erroneously, to Marie Antoinette
[19] remember lyrics by Ligabue Some nights and of course a tribute to our driver!
Sunday, August 3, 2008
Back Waxing For Men Ct
I'm working for you ... The historical
After months of silence and a wonderful trip to Paris and the Loire Valley, I'm preparing for the pending report, soon!
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
M Jak Milosc Online 800 Filmix
Here I am ...
Hello! I'm back in the world: I have "finished" to study for histology ... tomorrow is the big day tomorrow of the examination and the other books of histology to reopen the appeal of 9! Eh Eh Eh! Do I have a little 'give vent to the tension! However I must say that I study as a result is difficult, but the embryology is really beautiful: every time I open the book (it says something new, perhaps because I have not well studied!) I am surprised of the many details that nature uses to create a man. Really I find difficult to put in the shoes of those who say that we are born by chance! I think eg. the atrio-ventricular node which is contracted 0.04 sec (0.04sec.) after the sino-atrial to allow the ventricles to contract when are full! I think the formation of the septum of the heart and many other cases of delicacy: I think (no morality) that the doctor should also be based on wonder about things or we may take as much as a notion! I do not remember who the 'he said, but it is true that the very, very small wonder that the very, very big ... I think that sometimes needs a little lift 'eyes to the sky to remind me that what I have chosen to do is to exploit the dreams (and do not lock me up on the books) to try to make best use of these two hours that we live in! 
Thursday, June 5, 2008
Buy A Gold Bb Gun Desert Eagle
A little 'entertainment ...
is finally finished: This masterpiece is (?!?) entitled "OVER ME." Would you like my interpretation? (I know it's a no ... cmq) well enough for me to look beyond their noses, sometimes wonders to see, no matter go away ...
A road because life is a journey together, besides me there are people, stories, smiles, even misunderstandings, quarrels, but the road taken together leads to intimacy and to grow toward each other horizons that we can not plan (for luck!) .
The window is open because it takes an act of decision and wonder, to be willing to watch you and share his experiences, emotions, fatigue ...
Below there are two kids who are holding hands (that little thing pink on the road!): just smaller and easier: easier to say "I need you, the easier fight and then say" sorry ", easier to be guided. Finally
the lovely landscape (right?) Suggests, or should, a bit 'of peace, things that needed to enjoy! (Carpe diem-taste the moment!) 
is finally finished: This masterpiece is (?!?) entitled "OVER ME." Would you like my interpretation? (I know it's a no ... cmq) well enough for me to look beyond their noses, sometimes wonders to see, no matter go away ... A road because life is a journey together, besides me there are people, stories, smiles, even misunderstandings, quarrels, but the road taken together leads to intimacy and to grow toward each other horizons that we can not plan (for luck!) .
The window is open because it takes an act of decision and wonder, to be willing to watch you and share his experiences, emotions, fatigue ...
Below there are two kids who are holding hands (that little thing pink on the road!): just smaller and easier: easier to say "I need you, the easier fight and then say" sorry ", easier to be guided. Finally
the lovely landscape (right?) Suggests, or should, a bit 'of peace, things that needed to enjoy! (Carpe diem-taste the moment!)
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Is It Hard To Be A Dental Hygienist
BLOG! :-(
Maybe I should not write this post, but I think a little 'is needed to justify my slowness in writing! I just can not put me in mind that I (sometimes) to update the blog: that is, when I have 5 miuti free, I prefer not to type, hole up, especially since I do not want write personal things and so I always find something to put interested users, but most times I can not do much! I like it better able to devote what little free time in relationships face to face with the people I have around. One of my prof. high school always said that the important thing is to talk, even about a thing, because otherwise you end up giving everything for granted, saying "if you have the pasta with beans in the pot and you are asked the question if you like, it would not respond well but, rather, speak! " I do not want morality, but only to defend myself because I never write: I prefer being with a person, even doing nothing, even to talk about this and that, but according together, just to pamper yourself! 
Maybe I should not write this post, but I think a little 'is needed to justify my slowness in writing! I just can not put me in mind that I (sometimes) to update the blog: that is, when I have 5 miuti free, I prefer not to type, hole up, especially since I do not want write personal things and so I always find something to put interested users, but most times I can not do much! I like it better able to devote what little free time in relationships face to face with the people I have around. One of my prof. high school always said that the important thing is to talk, even about a thing, because otherwise you end up giving everything for granted, saying "if you have the pasta with beans in the pot and you are asked the question if you like, it would not respond well
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Images Of Female Genitals
Poll
After filling the questionnaire, I would just add some opinion: make a blog, with annexes all the tasks that we have to play is constructive because you learn to manage multiple programs on their own and, above all, simply , a bit 'of experience (without a lot of books!), but in my opinion, it would be good time to perform all the tasks were more limited so that all students are to work more in sync: I worked in a more profitable in the weeks in which there was information in the morning, for the time, and especially since several students had to do the same things and I could ask for help! When the course is finished, however there was still some work to finish and I found it a bit 'worse. I think it might have been better if I had concluded in those weeks, because now the weather is a bit 'less and less cooperation is when you have the PC front, since I'm a stubborn little one! 
After filling the questionnaire, I would just add some opinion: make a blog, with annexes all the tasks that we have to play is constructive because you learn to manage multiple programs on their own and, above all, simply , a bit 'of experience (without a lot of books!), but in my opinion, it would be good time to perform all the tasks were more limited so that all students are to work more in sync: I worked in a more profitable in the weeks in which there was information in the morning, for the time, and especially since several students had to do the same things and I could ask for help! When the course is finished, however there was still some work to finish and I found it a bit 'worse. I think it might have been better if I had concluded in those weeks, because now the weather is a bit 'less and less cooperation is when you have the PC front, since I'm a stubborn little one!
Saturday, May 3, 2008
Powerpoint Posters Templates
Benedetto de Bernard
I just want to give a little thought about the speech of a professor of biochemistry, which I think was a good starting point for observations. I must say that, for now, the sacred aura I have not seen, although, of course, among the teachers I found so far, few seemed to me charming in their way of relate and express themselves: they showed the cultured personality, but also showed their desire to speak with students interested in the subject and their understanding of the available evidence. agree in considering as important to teachers' heads that are well made, " because I believe that rather than the emotional, sentimental, both as a teacher a person must have a square, that is, who can convey the fatigue of the trade, without painting everything Rose, admit the difficulties in their way among persons of established reputation unassailable and mentality, but also the beauty and joy of ultimate goal: to help someone and try to in the best way to do that, thanks to resources provided, aid and longer life.
However I think the kind of doctor to come out by the university is only part of the teacher's responsibility. In the song says, "never condemn the young." Certain order is a strong word, but I think everyone has to assume its responsibility in the end everyone carries within itself the reason for choosing a particular path, a right, and I think that it is not only a fault or merit of Professor . the type of personality that a medical graduate become. I think it is useful to raise awareness and discuss issues, be proactive, give examples regarding the effective jump quality between a doctor and an educated arrogant, humble and close to the suffering. Certain it is that this takes time: prof. can stimulate, to highlight his thoughts, but must also play its lesson, and then infuse the spark eros is a bit 'limited and confined to a few comments. And then it all comes down to a quarterly report. What I mean is that you can not change the minds and IO: I hope it is the desire and interest and wanting to become a certain type of doctor you want to learn to express what everyone feels to be the way, why l 'university is not compulsory, it is not necessary enroll in a faculty, so I think that rather than try of stimulate the student to learn, the teacher should be concerned to present the best possible his subject because a can serve to shed light to help. 
I just want to give a little thought about the speech of a professor of biochemistry, which I think was a good starting point for observations. I must say that, for now, the sacred aura I have not seen, although, of course, among the teachers I found so far, few seemed to me charming in their way of relate and express themselves: they showed the cultured personality, but also showed their desire to speak with students interested in the subject and their understanding of the available evidence. agree in considering as important to teachers' heads that are well made, " because I believe that rather than the emotional, sentimental, both as a teacher a person must have a square, that is, who can convey the fatigue of the trade, without painting everything Rose, admit the difficulties in their way among persons of established reputation unassailable and mentality, but also the beauty and joy of ultimate goal: to help someone and try to in the best way to do that, thanks to resources provided, aid and longer life.
However I think the kind of doctor to come out by the university is only part of the teacher's responsibility. In the song says, "never condemn the young." Certain order is a strong word, but I think everyone has to assume its responsibility in the end everyone carries within itself the reason for choosing a particular path, a right, and I think that it is not only a fault or merit of Professor . the type of personality that a medical graduate become. I think it is useful to raise awareness and discuss issues, be proactive, give examples regarding the effective jump quality between a doctor and an educated arrogant, humble and close to the suffering. Certain it is that this takes time: prof. can stimulate, to highlight his thoughts, but must also play its lesson, and then infuse the spark eros is a bit 'limited and confined to a few comments. And then it all comes down to a quarterly report. What I mean is that you can not change the minds and IO: I hope it is the desire and interest and wanting to become a certain type of doctor you want to learn to express what everyone feels to be the way, why l 'university is not compulsory, it is not necessary enroll in a faculty, so I think that rather than try of stimulate the student to learn, the teacher should be concerned to present the best possible his subject because a can serve to shed light to help.
Monday, April 21, 2008
What Makes A Pro Dslr
conference
Hello! I got the news, Wednesday, April 23, there will be a meeting at 9.00, in the main hall of the hospital Meyer, hematological diseases of children. The discussion will focus on the genetics of sickle cell disease, the causes of leukemia, its treatment options and new approcci.Per who can or wants to participate, I think it will be interesting! 
Hello! I got the news, Wednesday, April 23, there will be a meeting at 9.00, in the main hall of the hospital Meyer, hematological diseases of children. The discussion will focus on the genetics of sickle cell disease, the causes of leukemia, its treatment options and new approcci.Per who can or wants to participate, I think it will be interesting!
Sunday, April 13, 2008
Watch Jesse Jane Pirates Eyes
Sidney
WOW: Do you remember the post on the spectacle of Bolognini? There is a good news coming from Australia deirettamente: the World Youth Day organizers have asked the guys in the center AIAS to represent the musical on the occasion of that event, the presence of all young people! The event is scheduled for July 16 and I think it will be an important sign of a new beauty ... 
WOW: Do you remember the post on the spectacle of Bolognini? There is a good news coming from Australia deirettamente: the World Youth Day organizers have asked the guys in the center AIAS to represent the musical on the occasion of that event, the presence of all young people! The event is scheduled for July 16 and I think it will be an important sign of a new beauty ...
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
Capillary Under My Eye
Thoughts on "Conference"
Pi ace v ol men you S orp King know!
Smiling and having fun is an impetus to do what you want to do: the boys yesterday, reminded me that, enjoy what you study and have fun doing it, tend to see things more simply.
Pi ace v ol men you S orp King know! say that we are most beautiful when she smiles ...
The chicken legs at the edge of the eyes, are the elderly who often smile! Smiling and having fun is an impetus to do what you want to do: the boys yesterday, reminded me that, enjoy what you study and have fun doing it, tend to see things more simply.
Medicine is hard, is an endless series of books, words, examinations, actually post but it is worth remembering that even if he graduated with a 110, what matters most is the knowledge and the love that coat there in a human relationship.
I think it's nice to see a child who suddenly smiles, even if it is in pain, and I believe the report, which will then prevail with clowns, not any one (ie a child or the other), but an intimate bond of joy, which allows for an intimate smile for that person with that story. A face, a person, a being is something unique ... I think it imporatnti live and coexist with this perspective in order to find the taste of a relationship and love to be able to support each other, even if sometimes it is very hard.
I would like to thank the guys, especially because they did yesterday about this project and simply said ... Life is beautiful!
How Do I Open My Honeywell Furnace
PubMed
I finally managed to "find their way" in this Inglese! What have I got? To search for CSF at the site, you must write a word in space: what the research shows is a series of articles on that topic. A word of advice: be targeted in the research, that is good to write a single word or a few, however, to identify a topic, otherwise it implements the search for each word, it should be targeted because I happened to write "Smile" or "smile therapy" for try sth on comic therapy and found reports of the toothpaste! that dumb ... In
DETAILS you can find your number of results and the password you enter. In
LIMITS is possible to select the criteria automatic searching when you write a word search in a newspaper, in the writings of an author in one year, in a language, a kind of articles ...
HISTORY With you can see from your search made in the last 8 hours and so save a search made or combine multiple searches together.
service can be found in Pub Med: SPECIAL QUERIES that allow you to find reports and citations in diverse clinical areas; journal that allows you to find a subject in various journals and written in PubMed or other medical fields, where in CLINIAL QUERIES study category can be found in a citation and Systematic revews conferences, meta-analysis, guidelines; Single Citation Matcher where you can find Who Said something!
I finally managed to "find their way" in this Inglese! What have I got? To search for CSF at the site, you must write a word in space: what the research shows is a series of articles on that topic. A word of advice: be targeted in the research, that is good to write a single word or a few, however, to identify a topic, otherwise it implements the search for each word, it should be targeted because I happened to write "Smile" or "smile therapy" for try sth on comic therapy and found reports of the toothpaste! that dumb ... In
DETAILS you can find your number of results and the password you enter. In
LIMITS is possible to select the criteria automatic searching when you write a word search in a newspaper, in the writings of an author in one year, in a language, a kind of articles ...
HISTORY With you can see from your search made in the last 8 hours and so save a search made or combine multiple searches together.
service can be found in Pub Med: SPECIAL QUERIES that allow you to find reports and citations in diverse clinical areas; journal that allows you to find a subject in various journals and written in PubMed or other medical fields, where in CLINIAL QUERIES study category can be found in a citation and Systematic revews conferences, meta-analysis, guidelines; Single Citation Matcher where you can find Who Said something!
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
)inside 10 Y O Zoofilia
Treats!
As a "luncheon" with the delicious pastries: Mount 225gr butter, 225gr of sugar and 3 egg yolks. Add 150g of pine nuts, 150 grams of dark chocolate into small pieces, 100gr and 450gr raisins with flour 1 tablespoon baking. Finally, whip the egg whites. Mix and make into balls the size of walnuts and place in oven at 180 degrees for 20 '....
ENJOY! 
As a "luncheon" with the delicious pastries: Mount 225gr butter, 225gr of sugar and 3 egg yolks. Add 150g of pine nuts, 150 grams of dark chocolate into small pieces, 100gr and 450gr raisins with flour 1 tablespoon baking. Finally, whip the egg whites. Mix and make into balls the size of walnuts and place in oven at 180 degrees for 20 '....
ENJOY!
Friday, March 21, 2008
Stop Xbox Live Gold Re-occuring
Life is all we have
The doctor shook his head disappointed. His patient showed no signs of improvement. For ten days now, the old man did not react more to cure.Sim was abandoned on the hospital bed and it seemed he had no desire to fight for life. tired and resigned. The next day, again visited the doctor shook his head. But to the surprise. All values \u200b\u200bhad returned to the place of the elderly. The old man was sitting, leaning against the pillows and had regained color. "But what happened to her?" asked the doctor. "Only yesterday, despaired of his life. And now to
tut works great! Pou You know what happened?" The old man smiled. Long nodded and said: "He's right. Something happened yesterday. Yesterday he came to see my grandson and said:-Grandpa must come home now: my bike is broken! -".
The doctor shook his head disappointed. His patient showed no signs of improvement. For ten days now, the old man did not react more to cure.Sim was abandoned on the hospital bed and it seemed he had no desire to fight for life. tired and resigned. The next day, again visited the doctor shook his head. But to the surprise. All values \u200b\u200bhad returned to the place of the elderly. The old man was sitting, leaning against the pillows and had regained color. "But what happened to her?" asked the doctor. "Only yesterday, despaired of his life. And now to
tut works great! Pou You know what happened?" The old man smiled. Long nodded and said: "He's right. Something happened yesterday. Yesterday he came to see my grandson and said:-Grandpa must come home now: my bike is broken! -". were saying it was a bit 'crazy. In the nursing home for the elderly, the old lady had a strange habit. Every night, hugged and kissed the television. The assistant asked, "Why do it?" "That presenter is the only person who greets me and smiles at me!"
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Ladies In Girdles Stockings
relazioncine: Ferrara and Bologna
is the "reward" for Elena, who had the better of all in terms of quotes ... the publication of an ancient relazioncina that celebrates one of the unforgettable trip to Bologna and Ferrara (2001)! Well, while I take this opportunity to wish you a Happy Easter!
Faby
THE BOREDOM SUCKS! (... Schifala!)
Ours is not a journey of mussels, but an initiatory journey in search of ourselves, and perhaps I should not return, since that we face at home books, exams, the statins, which cast them in baskets, and all those to whom we promised a postcard, because it will hurt anything, armed with sticks to beat us and outrage.
The train is moving, and Silvia still do not see: perhaps it's foreshadowing of two clear days? Do not dare too happy thoughts: suddenly, with one click feline from Varese to Milan, she is here among us, and the doors of the car (first class, of course) can be closed permanently.
The trip promises to be comforting, because, to avoid any misunderstandings, I decided to show the knife, and everything seems to be going well until, after changing the train to Bologna (Bologna city where no one speaks) we encounter an old woman, sister of the illegitimate prof. Mazza Tonucci [1] , belonging to the Emilian branch of the family, which sits next to us, we discusses the toilet of the train, but above all listen to our sound and intelligent observations about the world and life. The woman did not forget about us either at the station of Ferrara, when we go down: for it follows, then leaves us, then reappears again, as if by magic, armed with suitcases, small talk and smiles, but we do not want to know her, and indeed we come to inveigh against the comparative literature, but our oaths are worthless, because the lady is always there, mumble in Ferrara:
"Well ... but where are you going? The station exit is not that way! "
" We know ... we now go to the show (someone even dares to give her rope).
"But that is not the way to the show ..."
"Listen, if you are interested, we have to go to the bathroom!"
reached the heart of Ferrara, where they face several times to be affected by many runaway bicycles, lunch at a Park, harassed by a dog, and we proceed to the Palazzo dei Diamanti, to attend the exhibition entitled From Canaletto to Constable. The sun is up (while it pours in Milan) but we are dazzled by a light most powerful here is the famous diamond in the building!
"Good morning, have the card of letters."
"We do not care: pay for."
"Behold, I knew: the usual injustice!"
'... But then you can get in for free art gallery. "
It is unthinkable for first time we can benefit from student card, barely retaining the emotion ... this afternoon, sandwiches for everyone!
As for me, are so happy that I can not help but give a little 'thought-diode front of paintings, interpreting the abstruse works, but none of us is not: in fact, Michael, to name just one, sudden Annunciation, which, unbeknownst to him, is projected worldwide by cameras in the museum!
But it is not possible to conclude the evening without having seen the palace of Schifanoja, since our ultimate goal is just to dodge a bit 'like the wheel of fortune, to quote Mike Bongiorno. So we are there for a moment, in the large hall with depictions of the months and the horoscope, as in a dream ... we just forget to dance, and we regret, because we were climbing on the dances of Provence. But no matter: perhaps there will be another opportunity, another show ... maybe the Palace of Versailles, our future goal, passing the bronze Statues [2] .
The hours and the streets run faster when you sing, so, in a tramp and a solo on Frank Sinatra, we run the hotel S. Paul, where we are greeted by another of the secrets of children Mazza Tonucci, that diverts us in two sumptuous rooms: finally I can make fun of someone, Elena unlucky on this occasion, the first to open the closet where he was surprised by the I have prepared. While waiting for dinner Ida Review the beaten track by Bassani [3] , which now belong to us fully, but we have hunger, no one serves the meal, so we rush to the nearest tavern, "the bear or cat White, however, would not remember ... more appropriate to call it "The Last Supper by Leonardo da Vinci", given the provision to the table, just right for a Thursday evening when all our desires can be realized. I know people who throw coins into the ditches of the castle, perhaps a boom, with his back toward the water, with the term dreaming ...
all those people! I do not believe and I never dared to try. Perhaps one of my "friend [4] ...
the evening, therefore, ends up this impressive scene, between the castle and the cathedral of Ferrara night, where the placid stillness is broken only by a dozen bicycles which collide, causing a massacre among the relatives of the Mazza Tonucci. Our desires are being fulfilled, we can do is sleep.
At the beginning of a long and tiring day when we face hardships, over lunch in a post-modern bar, we can only rely on the Pieridis Enze transformed into [5] (Milan ahead with such orange vest) so we have time left to visit the house of Ariosto, the main purpose of our movement (really interested in one of my "friend").
So, after visiting the cathedral and the dungeons of the castle in the company of some nice Guaglio Naples, we went into the garden of the museum of ancient art, which of course we do not linger. The structure is fascinating, Michael very much that a neighing horse Beautiful homage to the prof. Marchetti [6] .
We just have to take the train, Bologna ahead. The train, once again. The train, where there is no place. We have to get used to but, if you really want to organize the inter-rail in Siberia, via Edinburgh. Silvia
Meanwhile, the wicked, taking full possession of my sensitive camera, which is only slightly distort the lack of human figures. Alas, farewell memories set at one step: it is just an amateur, and this shows excessive hair, I fear, in front of each photograph. In Bologna boasts the worst of themselves, but fortunately calm entering a church that we were not going to see: S. Domenico. Here, unexpectedly, we encounter a horde of friends where we did not think of running: Giunta Pisano, a few medieval painter, S. Thomas Aquinas, and then Dante himself, who does not hesitate to beat, considering the propitiatory gesture [7] .
still drunk because tap water (it seems to be drinking), we continue our journey wandering around the old town: Bologna is a city vibrant and festive, low sodium, but above all warm and bright. As soon as we finish to formulate these thoughts, a few clouds in the sky begins to emerge: it is a sign of rain, is an omen of returning home.
Therefore abandon the last leg of our journey, the return is worth el'uggiosa fortunately relieved from our future projects, we have the courage to speak out loud in the car: from the tour of Patagonia to the Brussels sprouts, there for everyone. And then there are comments on the trip now once at the end: "I personally preferred the monument that has been the home of Ariosto [8] 'think anyone, giving himself a tone.
In any case, all roads lead to Milan's central station, and then we part touched by a slight, almost imperceptible concern, that worries me in particular: in fact, when someone asks Who's that dog who recommended to drink tap water with a diuretic, and re-dieretici laxatives ... I do not bark!
[1] Professor of Comparative Literature
[2] veiled allusion to the air for Field Engineering of Helena, who meditates to organize other trips to Provence in the north of Europe, Siberia and perhaps also in Calabria Who knows!
[3] Giorgio Bassani (1916-2000), writer
[4] Well, we pulled the coin. Our "friend" is just a useless screen
[5] Instead Pieridis turned into magpies are mentioned by Dante (Puragatorio I). The fluorescent orange jacket is one of the salient features of the clothing Enza
[6] Professor of English, from somatic equine
[7] we really pounded a sheet on which were inscribed some verses from Paradise
[8] Obviously we did not have time to visit this famous monument 
is the "reward" for Elena, who had the better of all in terms of quotes ... the publication of an ancient relazioncina that celebrates one of the unforgettable trip to Bologna and Ferrara (2001)! Well, while I take this opportunity to wish you a Happy Easter!
Faby
THE BOREDOM SUCKS! (... Schifala!)
Ours is not a journey of mussels, but an initiatory journey in search of ourselves, and perhaps I should not return, since that we face at home books, exams, the statins, which cast them in baskets, and all those to whom we promised a postcard, because it will hurt anything, armed with sticks to beat us and outrage.
The train is moving, and Silvia still do not see: perhaps it's foreshadowing of two clear days? Do not dare too happy thoughts: suddenly, with one click feline from Varese to Milan, she is here among us, and the doors of the car (first class, of course) can be closed permanently.
The trip promises to be comforting, because, to avoid any misunderstandings, I decided to show the knife, and everything seems to be going well until, after changing the train to Bologna (Bologna city where no one speaks) we encounter an old woman, sister of the illegitimate prof. Mazza Tonucci [1] , belonging to the Emilian branch of the family, which sits next to us, we discusses the toilet of the train, but above all listen to our sound and intelligent observations about the world and life. The woman did not forget about us either at the station of Ferrara, when we go down: for it follows, then leaves us, then reappears again, as if by magic, armed with suitcases, small talk and smiles, but we do not want to know her, and indeed we come to inveigh against the comparative literature, but our oaths are worthless, because the lady is always there, mumble in Ferrara:
"Well ... but where are you going? The station exit is not that way! "
" We know ... we now go to the show (someone even dares to give her rope).
"But that is not the way to the show ..."
"Listen, if you are interested, we have to go to the bathroom!"
reached the heart of Ferrara, where they face several times to be affected by many runaway bicycles, lunch at a Park, harassed by a dog, and we proceed to the Palazzo dei Diamanti, to attend the exhibition entitled From Canaletto to Constable. The sun is up (while it pours in Milan) but we are dazzled by a light most powerful here is the famous diamond in the building!
"Good morning, have the card of letters."
"We do not care: pay for."
"Behold, I knew: the usual injustice!"
'... But then you can get in for free art gallery. "
It is unthinkable for first time we can benefit from student card, barely retaining the emotion ... this afternoon, sandwiches for everyone!
As for me, are so happy that I can not help but give a little 'thought-diode front of paintings, interpreting the abstruse works, but none of us is not: in fact, Michael, to name just one, sudden Annunciation, which, unbeknownst to him, is projected worldwide by cameras in the museum!
But it is not possible to conclude the evening without having seen the palace of Schifanoja, since our ultimate goal is just to dodge a bit 'like the wheel of fortune, to quote Mike Bongiorno. So we are there for a moment, in the large hall with depictions of the months and the horoscope, as in a dream ... we just forget to dance, and we regret, because we were climbing on the dances of Provence. But no matter: perhaps there will be another opportunity, another show ... maybe the Palace of Versailles, our future goal, passing the bronze Statues [2] .
The hours and the streets run faster when you sing, so, in a tramp and a solo on Frank Sinatra, we run the hotel S. Paul, where we are greeted by another of the secrets of children Mazza Tonucci, that diverts us in two sumptuous rooms: finally I can make fun of someone, Elena unlucky on this occasion, the first to open the closet where he was surprised by the I have prepared. While waiting for dinner Ida Review the beaten track by Bassani [3] , which now belong to us fully, but we have hunger, no one serves the meal, so we rush to the nearest tavern, "the bear or cat White, however, would not remember ... more appropriate to call it "The Last Supper by Leonardo da Vinci", given the provision to the table, just right for a Thursday evening when all our desires can be realized. I know people who throw coins into the ditches of the castle, perhaps a boom, with his back toward the water, with the term dreaming ...
all those people! I do not believe and I never dared to try. Perhaps one of my "friend [4] ...
the evening, therefore, ends up this impressive scene, between the castle and the cathedral of Ferrara night, where the placid stillness is broken only by a dozen bicycles which collide, causing a massacre among the relatives of the Mazza Tonucci. Our desires are being fulfilled, we can do is sleep.
At the beginning of a long and tiring day when we face hardships, over lunch in a post-modern bar, we can only rely on the Pieridis Enze transformed into [5] (Milan ahead with such orange vest) so we have time left to visit the house of Ariosto, the main purpose of our movement (really interested in one of my "friend").
So, after visiting the cathedral and the dungeons of the castle in the company of some nice Guaglio Naples, we went into the garden of the museum of ancient art, which of course we do not linger. The structure is fascinating, Michael very much that a neighing horse Beautiful homage to the prof. Marchetti [6] .
We just have to take the train, Bologna ahead. The train, once again. The train, where there is no place. We have to get used to but, if you really want to organize the inter-rail in Siberia, via Edinburgh. Silvia
Meanwhile, the wicked, taking full possession of my sensitive camera, which is only slightly distort the lack of human figures. Alas, farewell memories set at one step: it is just an amateur, and this shows excessive hair, I fear, in front of each photograph. In Bologna boasts the worst of themselves, but fortunately calm entering a church that we were not going to see: S. Domenico. Here, unexpectedly, we encounter a horde of friends where we did not think of running: Giunta Pisano, a few medieval painter, S. Thomas Aquinas, and then Dante himself, who does not hesitate to beat, considering the propitiatory gesture [7] .
still drunk because tap water (it seems to be drinking), we continue our journey wandering around the old town: Bologna is a city vibrant and festive, low sodium, but above all warm and bright. As soon as we finish to formulate these thoughts, a few clouds in the sky begins to emerge: it is a sign of rain, is an omen of returning home.
Therefore abandon the last leg of our journey, the return is worth el'uggiosa fortunately relieved from our future projects, we have the courage to speak out loud in the car: from the tour of Patagonia to the Brussels sprouts, there for everyone. And then there are comments on the trip now once at the end: "I personally preferred the monument that has been the home of Ariosto [8] 'think anyone, giving himself a tone.
In any case, all roads lead to Milan's central station, and then we part touched by a slight, almost imperceptible concern, that worries me in particular: in fact, when someone asks Who's that dog who recommended to drink tap water with a diuretic, and re-dieretici laxatives ... I do not bark!
[1] Professor of Comparative Literature
[2] veiled allusion to the air for Field Engineering of Helena, who meditates to organize other trips to Provence in the north of Europe, Siberia and perhaps also in Calabria Who knows!
[3] Giorgio Bassani (1916-2000), writer
[4] Well, we pulled the coin. Our "friend" is just a useless screen
[5] Instead Pieridis turned into magpies are mentioned by Dante (Puragatorio I). The fluorescent orange jacket is one of the salient features of the clothing Enza
[6] Professor of English, from somatic equine
[7] we really pounded a sheet on which were inscribed some verses from Paradise
[8] Obviously we did not have time to visit this famous monument
Friday, March 14, 2008
Example Receipt For Deposit For Car
the marriage of two minds I'm not sure I
To find impediments: love is not love
That changes when he finds a change,
that runs when the other away.
O no: it is a beacon fixed forever,
looking at the storm without being shaken;
Love is the star of every wandering ship
And its value is unknown, as the sextant measurement.
not laughingstock of the time, though rosy lips and cheeks
end up turning to bow to his scythe;
Love does not change in a few hours and weeks, But
holds the route until 'edge of Judgement:
If someone proves that anything is wrong,
So it's true and I never writ, nor no
man ever loved.
William Shakespeare
do not love you as if you were salt rose, topaz
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire: love you as certain dark things they love.
secretly, within the shadow and the soul.
love you as the plant that never blooms but carries
inside her, hidden, the light of those flowers;
thanks to your love lives darkly in my body
the concentrated aroma who ascended from the earth.
love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride: I love you so
because I can not love otherwise
so that, in this way are not and are not,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close with my sleep.
Pablo Neruda
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Microsoft Usb Camera 3000 Driver
Musical Discovery of Poetry
Great appointment! On 6 April, at 16.00, will be held at the Piccolo Teatro of Pistoia Bolognini the musical made from the boys AIAS. With ballet and synthetic products, remember the life of Mother Teresa, Pope John Paul II and Pier Giorgio Frassati. The proceeds (5 € ticket) will be donated to financially assist children and their volunteers to go to Sydney for World Youth Day. It will be a very special event, truly a spectacle of the usual musical, it is made by some guys down and their volunteers. It will be a way of promoting the skills and beauty of the world AIAS that enhances the joy, simplicity and all the gifts. I call on everyone not to let loose this opportunity ... you'll be pleasantly surprised!
Great appointment! On 6 April, at 16.00, will be held at the Piccolo Teatro of Pistoia Bolognini the musical made from the boys AIAS. With ballet and synthetic products, remember the life of Mother Teresa, Pope John Paul II and Pier Giorgio Frassati. The proceeds (5 € ticket) will be donated to financially assist children and their volunteers to go to Sydney for World Youth Day. It will be a very special event, truly a spectacle of the usual musical, it is made by some guys down and their volunteers. It will be a way of promoting the skills and beauty of the world AIAS that enhances the joy, simplicity and all the gifts. I call on everyone not to let loose this opportunity ... you'll be pleasantly surprised!
Monday, March 10, 2008
Pokemon May And Dawn Doujin
The photo e. .. the phrase of the month (March)!
"It must be men to cover the tops of the mountains, the vast waves of the sea, the broad currents of rivers, the immensity of the ocean, the course of the stars, and neglect themselves. "
who knows the author of this sentence? Help: I'm not! A second aid: it is also mentioned in a famous epistle of Petrarch. Obviously there is a prize to those who will be able to give me the answer to the first ... Faby
Photo: beach Fiumicello at Maratea (PZ)
Friday, March 7, 2008
Proraso Shaving Cream Target
Wow, I finally found a way to insert a filter feed in the blog ... Perhaps many will know how long, but I would drop a line for people like me who has discovered that there are approximately three hours vorrebero these filters and use them!
I do not know if it's the right way, however: I typed the word google on RSS feeds, adding science (because I was interested in that field). I opened a page where there was a choice between many filters, after having opened one, I copied the site and the top of the page I pasted in the white bar that appears after clicking on "add filter RSS feed "which is located in the Add Element in the Layout of the blog ... and gone!
Good luck to those who want to try x!
Friday, February 8, 2008
Tenting Left Diaphragm
Photo of the month (January and February)
Come on, spring is coming: new trips and adventures lie ahead ... remember the 'tour last year in Varenna and Bellagio, the enchanting scenery of Lake Como? A greeting to Ida, Michael, Sara and Helen, in the photo, and GOOD CARNIVAL TO ALL!
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