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Augias I just can not finish it. Paper Processing a singhiozzo, fra storia dell'arte e Storia mentre con accuse più o meno velate, col consueto tono pacato, ma incisivo ed allusivo, il giornalista (che molto apprezzo) ripercorre le vicende meno chiare legate agli uomini della Chiesa Cattolica.
Se i fatti a noi più vicini rimangono interessanti, le molte ricostruzioni storiche, sovente accompagnate da piccoli trattati di storia dell'arte, naufragano un po' nella noia. Non tanto perchè privi di interesse in sè, ma perchè decontestualizzati ed isolati in modo da rendere la lettura frammentaria e spesso, quindi, annoiando.
Così ieri, in libera uscita alla Feltrinelli, mi son comprata Mattatoio n. 5 e Il sergente nella neve , two beautiful classic contemporary theme of war and hope I catch more (I'm sure).
Before I jump in the library, Luke, and the Congo visit, we tried a trip to the Dali exhibition at the Palazzo Reale.
Given the queue, we have folded on the visit to the Museum of 900.
given the expected (after an hour you could not see even the entrance), we finally stuck in the most secluded exhibition on the painter and musician Lithuanian Čiurlionis Society.

some ways reminded me of Blake scoring though less obsessive, less tied to religious iconography.

Čiurlionis Society

Blake

Very nice loop on the creation of the world, in which echoes the powerful echo of his music, with a sequence of pictures that I have mentioned the very first episode of Disney's Fantasia , the music of Bach, with colors and shapes that follow the notes.

Not to mention the fabulous suggestions of distant lands ..

short, a nice surprise that we were very impressed and satisfied.
Ah, yes, Saturday there was also the league to Arcimboldi, but frankly, despite big fan, it was nothing of that. Always good, he played for more than two hours rearranging some pieces, as well as vocal technique - let's face it: almost no - I feel more mature and aware. But it is not an artist to listen to sitting in a theater: no vocal virtuosity delighted to listen with bated breath, but more like a bit 'of his rock.
So, a nice evening, but without much glory. ;-)

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And how do you talk about what's going on?
who still defends it believes the conspiracy of the left, the judiciary and poor community that wants to kill.

Lui, solo contro tutti, non si piega perchè il popolo sovrano l'ha votato.
Mi pare la Ventura ad X Factor quando certi cani passavano il televoto e lei si prostrava e difendeva a spada tratta il volere del popolo sovrano.
Ora, non siamo certo sovrani, ma popolo di sicuro.
Un popolo fatto di persone come la signora D'Angelo, vedova con tre figli di cui due malati, che ha mandato una richiesta di aiuto al nostro Premier per avere un lavoro. Non soldi, regali, o altro: un lavoro.
Perchè Silvio è tanto buono, vittima della sua generosità disinteressata.
Disinteressata se hai una quarta di reggiseno e viaggi, ad esser buoni, intorno ai 20 anni.
Perchè la risposta del Silvio, per bocca 's Mr Valentini, can be found HERE .
"... the head of Govenro not chargeable to any individual ..."
Unless you're not a teenager accused of theft and with the mobile number of the President in his pocket.

I do not pretend, however, mind you: the problem of Italy is no longer (only) Berlusconi and all this crap around the can-can acceptable in the media which is rolled along with his friends left behind in a much more important issues Country comes to living totally detached from reality with the patches to sit dreaming of the glitter of success, the scorciat (r) oie to the popularity and easy money.
All this does not magically disappear once past Silvio. All this is us.
But frankly I'm sick of being ashamed and angry, to feel powerless in front of this theater miserable.
has never seen an innocent man who does everything possible to not appear in Tribubale, attacking then defending the judiciary conaffermazioni like "I have a stable relationship." So what?! What does it mean??
The problem is that there are people who believe him. People before all this continues to defend it.
And all the left, despite what the Premier says, is dead.

this morning I did not want to talk about this. I wanted to tell you about some things I visto.
Sul ciglio della strada, un senza tetto che fa la maglia. Una cascata di bianco cotone esce dalle sue mani attente, esperte. In quel momento quasi non è lì.
Una mamma ed una bimba che si rincorrono davanti al sagrato di una chiesa, raggianti.
Una donna sudamericana, sul tram, che, coprendo appena la bocca con la mano, canticchia una ninna nanna al suo bimbo al cellulare, sorridendo appena.
Vorrei dimenticare quanto scritto più sopra. Vorrei pensare invece a questa realtà a me vicina, ai veri problemi che il popolo "sovrano" deve affrontare: quelli REALI, non quelli di cui ci dice di preoccuparci la televisione.
Non credo d'essere l'unica, ma temo d'appartenere ancora ad una minoranza ed è This is the scariest thing.

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When reality exceeds imagination is time to wake up from sleep.

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Saturday night we went to the theater to see "Na species of long dead," a monologue performed and ordered by Fabrizio Gifuni, actor who appreciate it. Ideally

divided into three parts, the performance part in a very quiet and conversational, with the actor who turns in the audience, presenting excerpts of texts Pasolini (bani Writings by pirates and Lutheran Literature from The Best Youth and The new shape of Best of Youth, as well as the screenplay St. Paul, never become film). The voice is calm, it just heats up some points, but Gifuni respects the recitation of the intensity of the writing and not load any further.

kidnapped hear the prophetic words that depict an Italy now in full view of everyone, yet at the larval stage, the days of Pasolini, and yet already so recognizable. The china was dropped: hedonism and consumerism, its black beasts have taken over. Television, empty container that repeats a culture that does not exist "in nature," but that amplifies the message, makes daily and, therefore, real, stands in every house and makes us a people incapable of understanding their condition.

At this point an imaginary Gifuni salt step, the tone is more detached, gets rid of indumenti comuni indossando un completo giaccia/cravatta per ricordarci come le colpe dei padri ricadano sempre sui figli (teatro greco docet).

L'esplosione che segue, nella recitazione del poemetto "Er pecora" di Somalvico , coglie quasi impreparati.

Nel romanesco imperfetto eppur riconoscibilissimo (e più fruibile per noi milanesotti), si apre il delirio di Pino Pelosi, alias Er Pecora, materiale esecutore di una condanna perennemente annunciata che ci priva di una delle menti più lucide e provocatorie che l'Italia abbia avuto.

Il testo e la recitazione si fanno febbrili, Gifuni è sempre padrone of itself, but the identification with the character is total.

After about an hour and twenty, you come out a little 'stunned and deeply grateful to the actor and the director Bertolucci .

And more and more orphans Pasolini.

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madre rom picchia il figlio di 5 anni perchè non porta abbastanza soldi

http://www.tg1.rai.it/dl/tg1/2010/articoli/ContentItem-3fcc5ca0-27fd-4c60-9b14-0749ce26c1cb.html?p=0

A mother of 30 years Romania's Roma violently beat his son in front of a hospital in Turin as the son of 5 years did not collect enough money from begging and theft.
Only the intervention of a woman who reported the fact that he stopped the abuse went on for years. Hopefully
take away the responsibility for the child in this vile and violent "mother," Roma!!

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Riassumendo

The things I'm doing lately:

1. I bought this book:

is putting me on anxiety crazy. Sometimes thinking too much about our fears, rationalize, analyze, leads only to an expanded perception of themselves.
Sure, there are also chapters that are worth of reading, such as the operation of the aircraft and the laws of aerodynamics, but when he began to list all phobias conceivable, it feels a bit ' Argante ...

2. I'm breaking through to digital. Now that finally works have become totally dependent on the channel Real Time , especially in front of me brutalizes pearls such as "How you dress " and "Seeking home desperately," even though my favorite remains " Wedding Planners "and" Paint your life "kind of Art Attack for adults.
Needless to say, now that it has also started Glee clear in the evening is a continuous zapping wild! Fortunately, every so often
escapes even something cultural, and yesterday evening the usual mythical Davenport, showed us a small masterpiece, the Church of San Martino in Como, really beautiful.

3. With the help of Luke, we went a bit 'ahead with wedding preparations.

Here is a nice stack of folded ad hoc investments. Now I just have to find time to go buy the paper to print internal announcements. Sooner or later I do, I swear!

4. I'm trying to figure out how to regain the nearly 15 Euro Biblet that my brand new me suck without me download the book I wanted.

course, all is quiet again by the operator who is careful to give only an email address and not a phone number. This gives me a certain alteration angry.

But I will pass and be able to tame the middle, I'm sure.

I guess that's all. Every now and work as well, eh ...

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COMUNICATO

Ciao a tutti i lettori di questo blog... purtroppo per vari motivi (studio, attività politica, ...) non mi è più possibile proseguire il lavoro di gestione di questo blog. Invito tutti coloro che siano interessati a proseguire il lavoro portato avanti (da 1 anno ormai) da questo blog e dai suoi autori, a contattarmi per un eventuale passaggio di testimone.
Se nessuno si farà avanti sarò costretto, a malincuore, a chiuderlo.

Nicolò Berti

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Ultime cronache del 2010

I am back.
I'm actually still at home, quiet and placid in my apartment to scratch my belly, but all in all I deserve it since the disaster of the last day of the year.
miraculously regained the machine everything seemed fine and also on Dec. 25 went to very great. My beautiful table and my snowmen coconut which I had already spoken HERE were a succcessone.

I myself for the occasion, I dressed as a woman (as you know, quite unique event) by showing off my mini Desigual:

everything went smooth, if not had not been for the consumptive cough that disturbed me a bit '...
In fact, I find myself in the evening with a fever. Do nothing: I have two days to recover: I can do it! On 28
we move to Trieste. Start me a little bit bad throat, but the thermometer gives me a reassuring 36 and means by which we calm our way.
We visit the Castle of Miramare, which affects us a lot and then back to the hotel.

Before dinner we take a stroll in Piazza Unità d'Italy, beautiful, even if you do not see the sea.

Obviously I take a lot of cold, but the next morning, everything seems normal. So we make our beautiful ride from Trieste with the Cathedral and the Castle of San Giusto and down, again the Square ..

Finally, we head towards the

Risiera di San Sabba. That alone is impressive entrance.

Squeezed between gray walls, heavy, you can not relive a small fraction of the horror of prisoners brought here. Lager with only crematorium in the Italian territory, keeps some memories and memorabilia of the deportees.
The stomach is convoluted, the lump in my throat tightens.

We go out and disrupted in silence. The cold came in the bones and heart.
Then we head towards the Slovenian border, purchase the sticker type the Swiss are to move on highways, and welcome to Italy.
the thrill you feel on the border area mipiace forever. It feels a bit 'smaller, a little' less secure, but also very curious and excited.
Slovenia is forest land and immediately welcomed us with its streets lined by trees and red-roofed churches.
I start to complain a bit 'cold ...
the evening the thermometer gives its verdict: 38 of fever, a nose like a red pepper and this looks far from "cute and cuddly" ..

Then from 29 to one week ago, including the 31, we find ourselves confined to a very welcoming hotel, but still out of town, overlooking bypass. A fair nightmare.
Fortunately, in Slovenia, the most forward talevisione foreign channels in English, without dubbing .. On 31
'm a bit 'better, are practically sfebbrata, but we dared to escape because until the night before I was about 38 and a half! But the best part
much!

The midnight pass by the window, trying to see some of the many fireworks display nearby. Half an hour later we are sleeping.
So he left in 2010, the year a bit 'difficult, but which have nothing to complain about after all. Comes now 2011, our year, one that contains the "best day of my life, "by definition.
^ _ ^ The one we choose to enjoy at least the Postojna Cave, with a small tour of the Castle Predjama.
latter, practically carved in the rock, it's really beautiful and unique.

The Postojna Cave extends for 20 km, of course, not all tourists, but also our one hour visit allows us to discover worlds and seizing most incredible views.

Finally, a year-end a bit 'disastrous, although I must say that Trieste, caves and the castle, we have largely paid off in any case of bad luck.
E poi salutare il nuovo anno, per noi così ricco di aspettative meravigliose, insieme al mio Luca, abbracciati stretti alla finestra, incantanti dai bagliori lontani dei fuochi artificiali, è stato comunque bello.
Da questo 2011 mi aspetto il MASSIMO. Sì, non ho paura a dirlo: pretendo un anno sfavilante e farò di tutto per viverlo!!!
Buon inizio 2011 a tutti! ^_^