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Un anno senza ponti


A year without bridges means a year without leave. And this year it went: it is the ruling made by those who, like a rodent, has scrutinized the new calendars that gave him the newspaper or the insurer, already I see me with those big teeth and claws out of breath running to flush out the dates in red in addition to Sunday, to attack us on a Friday or a Monday, or "GOL", a nice party on Wednesday, the highest, "with two days off cinqueggiorniasciàrm shoot myself ", which basically served as the director intended, to" switch off "but are really just one more way to escape from themselves. That's how you view this year's tragedy did not have to be placed next to a wild weekend. Tragedy because I hear them say: "Stay home? And what do I do? ". The lust for "leave" it seems to me that there is terror "remain," as if it were a tort or a crime or being excluded from a round that has the refrain every Friday to say: "Cheffài? Parts for uicchènd? ". Unfortunate answer is no. Stay afraid, we must face the reality of two days without working with the time it turns into a empty cornucopia of reading a newspaper with a little 'calm and not only for the obituaries el'oroscopo, or even a few pages of a book and not just the leadership of sky, go for a walk for the sheer pleasure of watching a ledge or a tree, or meet someone to really wonder how he is, become a fear, a danger to be avoided. If Franca Valeri says that today the real courage for a woman is to get a suit in the afternoon (and it would be the rule), let me add that even watching a friend in the eye now is an act of courage, without cell phones ringing with calls that refer to an unnecessarily "after" without a name. No, better to dive into a highway (in Rome are the two most popular alternative: the Aurelia or Pontina) with thousands of machines, by providing the most suitable time to leave "so as to avoid traffic," try General for the exodus of August, and find that everyone had the same thought, slapping their children to sit behind, which can be found for two hours without laptop or play without screens on the headrests of the parents to see great maybe a DVD pirate, never look his wife still calls all the mobile phone to arrange a movie with pizza or McDonald's to follow. Yet it would be just that free time should be used to understand what you really want out of life than the track that, perhaps out of necessity, he took reluctantly. Having fixed way of looking at a river, a group of old men playing bocce or a child who screams for a balloon, it could open a gap in our mind normally committed to a flow ordered by others, including email and sms . In this passage perhaps there is a solution or just an idea. Or if you just can not, console yourself: today is Monday.

I Need A Speech For My 60th

restyling the site of the Choir "Italo Timallo"

Online

the third redesign of the site Coro ANA "Italo Timallo" of Voghera (Pv) .
The new site focuses on images, with a menu that doubles as a banner: the image head is different for each page of the site, just move your mouse over the button to change it.
The photo gallery is more streamlined and easy to navigate, with photo albums divided for years.
bottom of each page I added the tool machine translation of Google Translate: Translation is not as precise as one made by a human, but at least suggests il contenuto del sito anche a chi non parla italiano.
Divertitevi a navigare il nuovo sito, ricco di contenuti, e non perdetevi la playlist video, con oltre un'ora di registrazione! La trovate linkata in fondo alla homepage oppure incorporata nella pagina "Discografia".

25th Birthday Quotes Blog

writing and traveling without the hassle of baggage.

Appena ho letto questa frase di Emilio Salgari, mi ha subito arrivata dritta al cuore. 

Ogni libro è un viaggio, sia che tu lo scriva sia che tu lo legga. I libri ti portano ovunque, ti fanno compagnia, diventano tuoi amici: quando ne finisci uno è come se dovessi separarti da un amico. 

Con loro piangi, ridi, sogni, ti innamori, tremble, hate, angry, themes, you leave, you get closer. And you discover something more about yourself, as if the books do not tell their own story but your story, your life, your personality, your hopes, your sorrows, your successes.

I spent too long without writing. I do not know why, what happened to me.

Having started writing it was like to bring to light a part of me that has remained dormant for too long. How to retrieve a dear old friend. How to find myself and lose myself in the same instant.

It is said that human beings use only a small part of his brain is as if for a certain period of I used my life I had even less, putting in stand-by a slice of emotion and feelings.

Resume writing was like a limb awaken sleeping, how to reactivate the sensibilità.di shot. And 'if we now perceive as more feelings, more emotion, more details. I have a new outlook on me and the world, a new sensitivity. Or maybe I found my sensitivity.

than ever are aware that I do not want to repeat certain mistakes. They commit so many others, I know, but they do not.

I have no intention of losing myself.

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Passaparola


Did you go to the cinema yesterday? It was the perfect day! Preferably, the spectacle of 1830, so you can organize a pizza and then a good blow Reports that kills us or recording Fabio Fazio, better, and off to sleep because today, I remind you, it's Monday! And just this morning the pains begin to merchants and manufacturers when "Spizzo", as in a poker hand, the proceeds of Cinetel, which depend in the end, only one variable: word of mouth. Hope and fear of the debutantes of the old craft, what really? It is the chatter of a few seconds between a spectator and another, traveling her like a virus and as such you never know if survives, for better or for worse. There is no criticism or public scrutiny that take, it's just a thumbs down or up in an instant, the first weekend of release, decreed the success of a film, advertised or not. We see in detail a small number of examples starting with a title as it is crippled in front of the box office at the time of doing business, pace of lost time in useless meetings to find him: "Hereafter," for example, is only "4 places for Eastwood thank you, "and comments that generate any buzz is this:" Solemn, with a theme so slippery then, but aho Clint CIA 82 years, you realize? "-" And in fact he had to talk about the afterlife! "-" But it was the tsunami, crazy right? "-" I do not know, I am covered, I was too scared, I did not seen anything. " End, the film in the "buzz" is all about. Go ahead, "meet the man of your dreams" (which translated badly from the original "You will meet a tall dark stranger") at the box office, as usual, it becomes "Woody Allen". The final comment, for years now I have to say is always the same: "It's always the same story" - "Yes, but there's always that joke that alone is worth the price of admission "-" I understand, you have seen one, you saw them all ...". We continue with "Barney's Version" simply said "Barnet:" Nice, but I was not taken because sorry, but how do you take one so bad (that would be Paul Giamatti), but do not believe that he has never made with Miriam, the final one, the beautiful "-" Yes, but what kills you is cool, eh! "-" But the friend, what he shoots at the top, you see very well that he did not kill him, that is really cool! "-" And Dustin Hoffman? Always good, I '? Kill what has invecchiato però! Io me lo ricordo in Kramer contro Kramer che già mi sembrava vecchio!”. Il film di Stephen Frears, “Tamara Drew”, al botteghino è diventato “Mara qualcosa”: “Vabbè la storia è tratta da un fumetto, ma tu l’hai visto?” - “Ma che il giornaletto? No! Ma il film com’è?” - “Così...”, questo “così” è accompagnato da una faccia che nemmeno una minestrina fredda riuscirebbe a suscitare. E quindi “Che bella giornata” diventa semplicemente il film di Checco Zalone: “Me so’ morto dalle risate!”. Totale: 32 milioni di euro. Che vorrà di’?

I Started Bleeding Orange After My Period Ended

Metti una sera a cena


"Put one evening at dinner," one of the greatest titles ever invented, a play and later film by Giuseppe Patroni Griffi, the great writer and director who died five years ago, is the exercise that we should do in these January evenings forwarded. Putting the soul in peace with the calendar which does not provide more long weekends with bridges of any kind (thank goodness, but we'll talk again), we must sit down to think, finally, to organize a dinner with as it should calls for reasoned, precisely, and not as muddled as ever with mitigating excuses should be called, like "do not call ever - I have to reciprocate - but what how can you not invite? - Is always alone - always asking me - poor guy, I'm sorry "to end with:" what is bona his wife. " No. This evening at my house I want to invite someone to dinner to give me something for the soul, an opportunity for reflection, which tells something of himself, which puts a question insightful, able to make a sound argument, someone who throw on the table, like a raise in the dark, an important subject. Organise a table is an art which is spoken only in the books of Benedetta Craveri the French salons of the time of Madame du Deffand. But then there was television, which imposed the umpteenth night in front of screaming Big Brother there was only a fireplace that was losing its glow, were left to imagine any clothes, and wanting to lose those meandering speeches unleashed crazy just to seduce! Put assorted good people at lunch and then became an obligation under pain of boredom. Then take advantage of this worm in January and try to stage a "place one evening at dinner with, say, Valentino Garavani and ask how the hell invented that has run its" red ", becoming the" red Valentino " , so next Giorgio Armani (where else could meet the two kings of Italian fashion than in a home that does not know anyone?) to ask counter as he has become invented his "greige" (a mixture of gray and beige) that does not exist in nature, not a color provided by the prism. For two tailors who dress and dress as they should be taken two that have nothing to do but that style has to do all along: Adriano Panatta, scicchissimo in his casual outfits and ask him how he invented the "veronica" that is the backhand volley, which so many have tried to imitate without success, and then Gianni Boncompagni, always in suit, the man who invented the "Tuca Tuca" 40 years ago and even today is still played and danced . At this point it takes a girl, pretty, on the bocca di tutti con un argomento d’attualità, una che ha venduto ottocentomila copie del suo “cotto e mangiato” e chiederle qual è il segreto per vendere così tante copie di un libro di ricette facili quanto e più di un quattro salti in padella, per avere da Benedetta Parodi una risposta illuminante: “non lo so!”. Buona serata.

What Is The Loudest Subwoofer 2009

The tree of my life

I feel like a tree.
time ago I thought that the larger part of me were my roots. I have strong roots, deep, well-welded to their land, eager to tap into what they can from the surrounding world that nurtures a long time.
But recently I have become more aware of the rest of the tree.
I have a trunk still thin but solid, sturdy, weatherproof a sometimes hostile world, with a strong but not rough bark and a tender heart, young and sensitive.
But the real novelty is the full awareness of my leaves. Are ricca di rami lunghi e carichi di foglie, di mille esperienze: i rami sono in aumento continuo, ce ne sono decine che stanno spuntando e stanno crescendo e tutti insieme si allungano e crescono e si moltiplicano come mai prima d'ora. 
Le mie radici sono solide e ben piantate nella mia terra natale, mai si staccheranno da essa, ma le mie fronde si protendono verso il cielo, verso la luce, verso la vastità del mondo circostante. Le foglie, intrise della clorofilla delle più diverse esperienze e conoscenze, si moltiplicano: nascono, crescono, seccano e cadono, ma per ogni foglia caduta tante altre sono in germoglio. Foglie di quercia, di acero, di castagno, di rovere e di mille altre tipi. 
Never gonna give my native land, will always be in my heart, I will draw from it that will always be my lifeblood. But my branches have to grow, they must expand into the sky, my leaves must increase, must increase in number and variety.
I've always said and I repeat: I am a woman of contrasts and I will not reduce to any compromise.

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Have a good day!


La storia della sveglia dell’iPhone che non ha squillato a mezzo mondo è molto più spaventosa di quello che sembri. Per chi non lo sapesse, dalla mezzanotte del 1° gennaio 2011, infatti non ha suonato la sveglia a TUTTI I POSSESSORI di un’iPhone 3, con il nuovo sistema operativo installato. Chi possiede l’iPhone 4 (con alcune eccezioni: la sveglia ripetitiva), può evitare di leggere questo pezzo, ma già che ci sta, magari si troverà d’accordo con me nell’assunto iniziale. Infatti una sveglia mancata non è uguale a non trovare sul cellulare l’ora solare rimessa in automatico, siamo ancora troppo abituati a farlo a mano con gli altri orologi di casa o con quelli da polso. Ma la sveglia no. Se non suona è una tragedia. Possono saltare appuntamenti, anche di lavoro, con pericolose reazioni a catena (mica solo per sentire il Concerto di Capodanno!). Con la sveglia non si scherza. E vabbè che se è DAVVERO importante, di sveglie se ne mettono due, come a dire che se una non funziona “almeno there is the other ", including putting more" uncomfortable ", not just a slap violent silence her. But who has an iPhone could not imagine, until a few days ago, that they will ever have a similar problem. Here, therefore, that, perhaps for the first time, an operating system, common to millions of mobile phones in the world, from New York to Cantuccio Ermen, decided for the lives of all its owners, with variations ranging from Neil Simon comedy at the American to the Greek tragedies to Sophocles, in the range of knowledge. An operating system has decided, or rather was wrong, not us. It's just an abbreviation (IOS 4.2) with the code inside, something with which we can not bear to take. You can not protest, one can only hope that the reparations with a "string" as soon as possible. But if he stands out in mind to do something that we do not expect, just like erasing "that" picture of our son, do not even restores a roll back, as was once the Kodak. This reminded me of another panic international adventure that we all lived together without distinction, a sort of "level" of Toto, when at 3:20 am on September 28, 2003 in Italy went to the electric power (c and Rome ' was also the first sleepless night!). Sunday morning all found themselves without the opportunity to hear from someone, if not this bad sentence: "I also do not have it be light". And in that situation who won? My mother, for example, who had a radio, of course, but by battery, the so-called "radio", and that therefore allowed to reply in triumph to my question "what happened?". From that day without a "radio", you remember, was born just in 1895, can not live. In conclusion: there will come a "blow" that do not yet know the nature, including, for example, with Facebook? Who knows? In the meantime, believe me: you buy an "alarm clock", those in charge and put it there where it belongs: on the bedside table!
PS: Happy New Year, if you woke up!