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Lost: dalla prima alla sesta serie...

Well, now that I've seen everything from first to last Lost episode, someone has to tell me something?? And since

THIS VIDEO me they do not incorporate ...

... I put that other video!

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L'archivio

I? I can! I open and close again to deposit the archive some experience. I open to all, a new recipe, advice on life, love and ... Recently I opened a little too much heart, I left out too many things that I had too many wasted feelings towards those who do not deserve, or do not know what to do, or just do not give a damn about the feelings of others. I opened my heart once, twice, three, but it is useless, do not understand. I opened the door of friendship, but you answered spades! I have set in motion the brain to unconventional times, and I almost melt because of too many thoughts ... You leave nothing but confusion, nothing more. And that's why I closed it. I closed my heart, I closed the door of friendship, I stopped the thoughts, and I must say that I'm better. Not I think quiet, makes the heart beat less strong, leaves no breath of wind or drafts that may be open or slam doors or doors ...

I opened the store, and I have placed something: the experience, not to be repeated, not to repeat or to avoid. The further proof of life, not ... to be there badly, but be guarded jealously and remember, not to fall into them again, not to hurt me again ...

Who knows when I'll come back cause you lost something ...

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I Decani

Since I promised to deal with this very topic.

The Deans are but one of the essential dignity handed down by the astrological tradition. Of these only the home and the dignity of exaltation are known and used by most modern astrologers, others, such as the triple, the Terms and note the Deans, are more or less finished in disuse.

The concept of Dean is very easy to explain, it is a planet (or a sign, according to Manila) che ha giurisdizione su 10 gradi zodiacali, cosicché ogni segno verrà diviso in tre decadi, ognuna delle quali sotto l'influenza di un pianeta.

I decani più conosciuti ed utilizzati sono probabilmente quelli di Firmico Materno (III secolo), chiamati anche Volti.

ARIETE: Marte, Sole, Venere

TORO: Mercurio, Luna, Saturno

GEMELLI: Giove, Marte, Sole

CANCRO: Venere, Mercurio, Luna

LEONE: Saturno, Giove, Marte

VERGINE: Sole, Venere, Mercurio

BALANCE: Luna, Saturn, Jupiter

SCORPIO: Mars, Sun, Venus

SAGITTARIUS: Mercury, Luna , Saturn

Capricorn: Jupiter, Mars, Sun

AQUARIUS: Venus, Mercury, Luna

FISH Saturn, Jupiter, Mars

How do you tell these deans are immediately placed in a specific order marks the second speed of the stars. While respectful of tradition It is very hard to accept this division ... In fact, these deans do not appear to reflect, in most cases, the nature of the signs and give a general impression of inconsistency.

much more consistent strike me as the Decani Hindus.

ARIES: Mars, Sun, Jupiter

Taurus: Venus, Mercury, Saturn

GEMINI: Mercury, Venus, Saturn

CANCER: Moon Mars, Jupiter

LEONE: Sun, Jupiter, Mars

VIRGIN: Mercury, Saturn, Venus

SCALE: Venere, Saturno, Mercurio

SCORPIONE: Marte, Giove, Luna

SAGITTARIO: Giove, Marte, Sole

CAPRICORNO: Saturno, Venere, Mercurio

ACQUARIO: Saturno, Mercurio, Venere

PESCI: Giove, Luna, Marte

Questi decani, a differenza di quelli esaminati in precedenza, si basano su un principio di affinità di elementi tra segni. Infatti alla prima decade di ogni segno viene assegnato il pianeta governatore del segno stesso, alla seconda e terza decade i governatori dei successivi segni appartenenti allo stesso elemento. In questo modo i decani dei segni di Terra e Aria saranno sempre Mercurio, Venere e Saturno, disposti in maniera differente a seconda dell'ordine dei segni. Alla stessa maniera i segni di Fuoco ed Acqua avranno sempre come decani Marte, Giove ed uno dei luminari. In linea di massima questa attribuzione dei decani mi pare più logica ed armoniosa rispetto alle simbologie zodiacali.

A chi volesse approfondire ulteriormente l'argomento consiglio questo articolo di Fabrizio Corrias e Giancarlo Ufficiale che tratta in modo esaustivo di tutte le dignità e debilità essenziali tramandateci dalla tradizione astrologica.

Doctor Herbalist Toronto

Pensiero stupendo...

From my facebook profile, Sunday at 16:26:

I did not know what to do, I took the car and I began to wander ... after 1 hour I decided to take the road uphill, I made it all up to the goal, but the 3 in the morning is hard to coincide with events worthy of mention, so I went back and continued to torment me about why I did that for no reason and at that stupid ...

Today ...

not happy I took the car, with a goal preceded by a pit stop! A beer company to celebrate a birthday and waiting unnerving, that first grief has changed, but then in great joy. I take the uphill road the day before, but this time I came back right away just arrived the ...

Already ... are the usual steps. As usual I never know what to do, what to say, what to do, especially I never know when is the right time, because until now the time has always been wrong, and always at the wrong times you regret what you do, how to do, for how you do it ... Hath been talked last night of this and that, a bit of me, a little about yourself, but never "we" did not seem like the right time ever ... it never is for me! Not even for you that the "we" (after some of my revelations at the wrong time ...) maybe you did not want to mention some.

But you left ... To 2 di notte... Perchè? Non ruscivi a dormire hai detto tu... sicura? Non era il caso di provare a tenere gli occhi chiusi immaginando le pecorelle che saltano la classica staccionata? O magari spegnere il cellulare che ti prende in un solo punto della casa, che mi hai detto non essere la tua camera da letto... Mi faccio troppe domande, e il problema non sarebbe nemmeno tanto quello, perchè non fa male farsi domande, fa male avere troppe domande senza risposta. E' li che il cervello va in pappa e non sai più a cosa pensare, perchè lo spazio è intasato di punti interrogativi che non sai più dove archiviare. Cancellarli è impossibile perchè le domande restano, non le riesci a cancellare quando stai come sto io... E allora cerchi di fare spazio, passare in mezzo per cercare di "ricordare" altre cose, altri impegni, altre persone. Magari scopri che ti sei dimenticato di qualcuno e ancora ci stai male, perchè vorresti chiedere scusa, e per l'ennesima volta ti sentirai rispondere "non fa nulla, non importa" quando invece, dalla faccia, capisci che qualcosa hai fatto, hai fatto del male ad altri, ad altri a cui magari importava di passare un momento, una serata, una giornata con te, e per l'ennesima volta li ha delusi.

Non so più a cosa pensare...

Stop Thinking Process

...di Farmville, Mafia Wars, Treasure Isle e altre perdite di tempo!

Oggi affronto una questione delicata:

Dunque, sono circa un paio di anni che sono iscritto al famoso social network. Attirato dalla novità non ho resistito al richiamo delle "nuove tecnologie e affini modaioli" (ce l'hanno tutti, perchè io no?!?). Salvo poi pentirmi di alcuni aspetti...

Certo, appena iscritto vai a cercare i tuoi amici... OK.

Bellissimo ritrovare i VECCHI amici che non vedi da tempo o meglio ancora trovare i vecchi amici lontani, conosciuti un estate a caso mille mila anni fa, bello certo ritrovarli, salvo poi dimenticarseli di nuovo nell'elenco impolverato degli amici/conoscenti...

Fa testo una My old friend, I dare, in fact, admitted that he regarded then, as now even though we almost never hear, my best friend ... sure, because like her, trusted friends, I have never had. Accidentally discovers that she married her boyfriend historical, wonderful news, I was filled with joy, but the lump in my throat for not being there for a lot of heartfelt time I hear it, and almost suffocating me. Guilt? So many! Did not deserve it. Relied on me and I abandoned this distance that leaves no way out. Of course, from guys often wrote long letters, I would say at least once a month ... Still cherish ... I also spent New Year with her, I met friends and friends wonderful, I still remember the warmth with which I have received ... was a wonderful new year, indeed, the best I've ever heard! But there is a lump in my throat and I do not know how to melt! Why me, guilt, MISSING! (In the sense that I have too many!)

Could I also avoid this node? Of course you do! How? Avoiding Facebook, or better, the games on Facebook!

was initially Farmville, Crazy Planets and Restaurant City, abandoned the last two, Farmville went with Texas Holdem Poker, Bubble and Ponzi Island ... abandoned again in the last two, add Mafia Wars Happy Farm ... Then the weary ranks last series saw Farmville, Mafia Wars and Treasure Madness replaced in a short time from Treasure Isle. Until now ...

Having been late with Farmville and chasing the results I was playing Mafia Wars friends. Treasure Isle instead (just born) I started playing right away, mantenedomi head of the charts for a while, then I noticed a small detail: the people were beginning to overtake me (in the standings) and for a while I split the head to hold their pace. Then I realized something was wrong in the right direction. Something was not right, the time that I was not at work, running after the score of his friends, but friends, to be honest, did not see them ... I mean in person. I even found to give up to go out one night because, I mean, I felt like it, actually I was playing trying to "overtake" the score of another!

I found a note that there are people who in a couple of weeks, I have surpassed the 30 levels of play ... in TWO WEEKS! And I ... because I'm breaking my head? For whom or for what I've been breaking my head? For the glory? For fame? Or hunger??

I SAID STOP!

I stopped making the toys of Facebook for about 10/15 days, and honestly I feel better! I do not have to ask myself the question of "reciprocate" the gift that I sent my friend, I should not feel guilty about the messages that I get like, "I sent horseshoes for two weeks in a row and you never do anything" (but doubt that the game does not come t'era ???). Free offenses are those that I find myself, from people I have not seen a life, that when crossing the street not even greet or catch me around because they have passed yet another level and I'm still at my in months. ..

Ragazzi perdonatemi, HO DECISO DI VIVERE LA VITA!!!

...per non ritrovarmi in questa situazione...

("Buon Dio! Quattro dei miei amici più cari su facebook sono morti la settimana scorsa!")

The Bigger Clitor For Black Irls

Ritratto psichedelico dell’equilibrio mentale

(pubblicato sul numero 17 di Toilet)


Mary scende dalla macchina e viene colpita dalla fredda aria mattutina. Rabbrividisce un poco mentre osserva l’imponente struttura. A una prima occhiata l’edificio trasmette tranquillità. L’architettura lineare, la tinta giallo pastello, le rigogliose piante accanto all’entrata. Tutta questione di apparenza. Mary lì dentro ci lavora e sa quanto è diversa la realtà. Sospira e si fa forza.
Preso il soprabito dal sedile posteriore, si avvia verso l’entrata, mentre la sua auto la saluta con il bip della chiusura centralizzata.
Come ogni martedì, giovedì e sabato, Ted le fa un cenno con la mano e, da dentro il suo gabbiotto, le apre il portone principale. Mary gli sorride in modo meccanico mentre la serratura ronza sommessamente, poi spinge la pesante porta ed entra.
No, non c’è decisamente niente di tranquillo in quest’edificio.

Un paio di guanti gialli, un cappuccio viola e una chitarra elettrica che si avvicina troppo velocemente. Il dolore sulla fronte e poi il buio.
Questo è l’inizio.
Quando riprendo conoscenza sono disteso prono su un prato. Fili d’erba s’infilano nelle mie narici, sento l’odore della terra umida, poi starnutisco. Riapro gli occhi e i miei sensi vacillano. Quello che credevo fosse un comune campo, in realtà è una expanse of artificial flowers, just like those leading to the cemetery. They are faded and stained in too uniform to look real. A well thought no one laid on the grave of a loved one. Feel, however, seemed real. But ... why would anyone create a meadow of artificial flowers?
else? The guitar, of course, this time it stops a few meters from me. Nearby, a pair of yellow boots peeking out from a purple velvet skirt. I was attacked by a woman, then? I do not remember anything about the moments before the KO. I was writing something on my notebook, a few notes for a future story, and then what? Only gloves, cap and guitar.
Roll on myself fino ad appoggiare la schiena sul prato artificiale. È come se il mio cervello fosse sballottato in una botte piena di chiodi. Gli occhi si riempiono di lacrime per il dolore, ma riesco a scorgere quello che m’interessa. Le mie attuali sofferenze sono state causate da un uomo.
Non indossa una gonna, ma una specie di lunga tunica con il collo alto, stretta in vita, sembra quasi un cappotto di fattura orientale, ma senza bottoni, zip o aperture di sorta. Sulle spalle porta il mantello di cui avevo intravisto il cappuccio prima di sprofondare nell’incoscienza e le mani sono ancora coperte da guanti di pelle gialla.
Mi guarda un istante.
- Ehi, amico, scusa per la botta. Niente di personale. – diretto e brusco.
Allunga an arm in my direction. He wants to help me off my backside from the damp earth. I do not know if they are able to stand up and above all do not know whether to trust a guy who once forced me to unconsciousness. Get up slowly, with my own, seems like a good solution.
- And do not hurt! - More - The situation is serious and there was no time to keep the whole matter.
The steep terrain is not conducive to a standing position. I think we're on the side of a hill, but the landscape is shrouded in mist. I have no idea what place it is.
- And then when I tell the extended version I take everyone for a storyteller and lose time looking for the moral of the story. He staggered
a little 'in front of him. I do not know what he's talking about, but then she looked better. Her blond hair touched his shoulders. High cheekbones, dark deep brown eyes. Mustache, goatee and long sideburns air to emphasize her anything nice.
When the world stops spinning around me, straighten your back and try to look harder than they are.
- Who the hell are you? - Wonder.
- Brian Freakson, but all are just the minstrel. - Indicates the guitar - If you want to do after you hear as sound.
- But before you said not to be.
- I want to offend? Between minstrels and storytellers is not good blood flow.
- And then ... all, who?
- Oh, well, all the inhabitants the two valleys.
- What valley?
- You ask too many questions, you know? No time.
picks the guitar and puts it on his back shoulder, upside down, with the top of the handle sticking out from behind the right hip.
- We must go.
Raise the hood and boots.
- Where? - Spread his arms in exasperation.
not respond and continued walking towards the top of the hill. The reach and continues on the other side.
- Hey! HEY!
runs after him. A thousand questions swirling in my mind. The only one who can answer, does not consider that time. It's all too absurd. I have to stop, I must ...
Impossible! In the locker room

Mary è sola, come sempre a quell’ora. Riconosce gli abiti delle sue colleghe del turno notturno e sorride vedendo che Jane ha finalmente deciso di comprarsi un borsone nuovo. Lentamente si toglie i vestiti e li ripiega ordinatamente sulla panca, poi si sfila orologio, catenina e braccialetto e li pone in cima alla pila di vestiti che si è creata.
Apre il suo armadietto e prende l’uniforme, come sempre impeccabilmente lavata e stirata dal reparto lavanderia. Stando attenta a non far cadere niente, solleva il mucchio di vestiti sulla panca e li infila nel posto precedentemente occupato dalla divisa. Chiude la piccola anta metallica e fa scattare il lucchetto.
Un altro giorno di lavoro è appena cominciato.

Un ampia valle stretches out below me.
Nestled in hills covered with lush vegetation, there is a town square .... I can not think of any other adjective to describe it. Perfectly rectangular buildings, are distributed uniformly along a grid road smooth and symmetrical. Angles of ninety degrees dominate the entire plain.
But this is not the most strange.
to look good looks like a page of those albums for children. Those that have already drawn the outlines of the figures and you just fill in the gaps. There are nuances, every object has its precise contours. And the colors are all washed out. Just like the blades of grass on which I was lying.
The minstrel con i suoi vestiti sgargianti, sembra un nemico disarmonico che sta per invadere il paese con la sua folle eccentricità. Corro per raggiungerlo, ma le gambe tremano troppo. Riesco solo a caracollare verso il basso. Inciampo, cado. L’erba stinta me la ritrovo in bocca.
- Cosa fai lì per terra? Non abbiamo tempo da perdere!
Tutto il paesaggio intorno a me trema per qualche istante e poi l’aria esplode in una fiammata vermiglia che travolge tutto. Il mio stravagante assalitore cerca di avvicinarsi fronteggiando la violenta onda d’urto. Mantello e tracolla della chitarra quasi lo strangolano, ma lui continua ad avanzare.
Mi tocca il braccio, il miraggio svanisce, il mondo torna sbiadito come prima.
- Il pic-nic lo do it again, ok? The vision
me stunned. Move their lips, but no sound comes out. We tried again and I can only stammer.
- Cc cc-hell-that-ss-ss is going on?
shakes his head.
- No time.
- I need answers.
- No time.
- So go to hell!
- How?
I get up.
- arranged, it goes where you go, playing the guitar, do whatever the fuck you want. I'm not moving.
- Do not be a child.
- And you do not do the shit!
- Come on, come on, we have already wasted too much time.
I stand, do not beat even the eyelids.
- Well? - Asks.
- Tell me where we are and why.
He pants, shift your weight from foot to foot, looks around and then snorts again.
- Ok, but at least we are talking about walking.
nod.
long strides, fast-paced. The guitar slams on his back, the cloak is opened where it is held by the shoulder, amphibians leave deep marks on the grass faded.
- This is the valley of Son. Down there on those hills you see in front of us, there is the passage of the Cauldron by which we enter the valley of Bodnar.
- What kind of names are they?
- Do not ask stupid questions. We can not waste time.
Always look in front of him, not gestures. Walks and talks. I have to strain to keep up and not lose anything his speech.
- Ok - I say - let alone the names, but geographically where is this place?
- North.
- North of what?
- North of everything.
- We are the pole then?
not respond and continues to advance.
- Well, what's the matter?
- I told you not to ask stupid questions.
- Ok, ok, but I know that I'm doing here, or is this too stupid question?
- The King needs your help.
- The King? And why?
- Why the pelicans do not fly anymore.
I stop.
The air vibrates for a while and I find myself surrounded by a crowd of people out of focus. Everyone I spit a question. Seeking an escape, but everywhere I turn I find una bocca urlante.
Non capisco quello che dicono. Provo a sfondare un lato, ma decine di mani mi respingono. Rimbalzo da una parte all’altra, mentre mi sgretolo come un castello di sabbia sotto il piede delicato di un bambino crudele. Il cerchio si restringe, non ho più punti di riferimento, mi accascio al suolo.
Dita gialle e nitide s’insinuano nella ressa, mi toccano la spalla.
Sono carponi ed osservo una margherita stinta. Freakson mi scuote stringendomi un braccio.
- Il cielo si sta scurendo. Dobbiamo correre.
Cerca di rimettermi in piedi, ma le mie gambe non ne vogliono sapere. Mi aggrappo alla tunica viola, lui mi afferra con più forza.
- Forza, amico, dobbiamo correre.
Aspetta un istante per vedere se riesco a mantenermi eretto, poi si copre la testa con il cappuccio del mantello e parte.
- Seguimi!
Obbedisco. Le spiegazioni che mi ha dato hanno solo suscitato altre domande, ma resta comunque l’unico che possa darmi delle risposte.
Dopo una breve serie di passi incerti, le gambe riacquistano vigore. In pochi secondi riesco a tenere il ritmo dello stralunato menestrello.
- Cosa volevano quei pazzi da me? – chiedo.
- Quali pazzi?
- Quelli che mi hanno circondato. Urlavano qualcosa mentre mi spintonavano.
- Nessuno ti ha spintonato. Stavi camminando e sei inciampato. Non sprecare il fiato, il passo del Calderone è ancora lontano.
Quindi è stata solo una visione, ma perché I get it? Before the explosion of fire and then the crowd screaming. They have something in common? Devil
many questions!
I try to breathe normally while your heart beats faster and faster.

Mary's footsteps echo down the corridor. Green ceiling, green floors, green walls. The color is critical, a clear color that soothes the soul and relaxes. A quiet corridor in an archipelago of islands crazy.
She walks in silence. For ten years now working in this department. No longer the case screams muffled by thick walls. For her, the silence in the corridor is absolute. Only his flying heels on the floor,
toc - toc - toc - toc ,
mentre si avvicina alla stanza del paziente 27.
Il ragazzo che ha intaccato la sua corazza di routine, professionalità e freddezza.

Raggiungiamo la città e continuiamo a correre. Le vie sono lastricate di una specie di linoleum grigiastro, su cui i nostri passi pesanti quasi non fanno rumore. Al secondo incrocio capisco che questa valle è abitata. Uomini in tute da lavoro blu entrano ed escono dagli edifici squadrati trasportando scatoloni e pile di scartoffie. Non parlano né si scambiano gesti. Sembrano magazzinieri iper-razionali che, nonostante l’evidente fretta di finire il lavoro, rimangono calmi ed efficienti. Per tre volte consecutive rischiamo di travolgerne qualcuno, ma in ogni occasione loro si fermano un instant before the collision, and let us pass unharmed. I watch them in my face and I am amazed by their mutual resemblance. Are not identical to each other, but surely they could all be brothers.
I look at the guitar on his back banging his premonitions. I want to ask all of this city and its inhabitants, but the wind will not let me. I decide not to watch more of this absurd world around me, and I focus on the race. The rhythm of my choice and benefits in a few minutes to leave their shoes back on the grass footsteps faded.
The land begins to rise. The slope is not prohibitive, but I'm far from being coached. The muscles of the legs burning from the exertion, the oxygen we inhale begins not be sufficient, watery eyes, vision becomes blurred. Three quarters of the climb I can not go on. Collapse on the grass. The minstrel continues for a few yards, then realizes the state and my back. Roll on the side to try and open the lungs better. The steps of Freakson approach, its amphibious stop inches from my face, I can feel the smell of their leather. Then I got up and on his shoulders.
can not do it, is too thin, now it will collapse under my weight. But he resumed walking. I'm too tired to ask, too tired to understand. I abandon myself to exhaustion and the boxy look of Son valley away.
The sun is almost set. A small part of the disc comes out blazing misty horizon, and dark and ominous clouds invaded the skies. Their united front appears an immense hungry mouth devouring the light of day, a sort of black and bad Pac-Man s'ingozza unabated. I do not know what has to do with this land, let alone why it is here on the shoulders of a minstrel in search of lost pelicans, but I know that ... that ... whatever it is ... must be stopped. If
reaches us, we are doomed.
- Hey, Brian, put me down!
- We must continue to move, man.
- Ok, but put me down. Now I can.
- Are you sure?
-
Yes No True, but the perceived danger seems to have given me new strength. When my feet touch the ground, stagger for a moment. Do not fall, his legs unable to hold my weight.
- Ok, let me road. The minstrel
nods and starts to walk briskly.
- We are almost there, man. - Says without looking back - The passage of the Cauldron is just over the top.
grit my teeth as we approach the top of the hill, but to be honest, the effort is less intense than I expected. I can even increase the pace up to support the minstrel.
- I knew you were the right person. - He says.
- How?
- When darkness comes, you take over.
- What the hell are you talking about?
shakes his head.
- We must cross the bridge, man.
For a moment I thought it was time for explanations, but in the end words are just what I wanted. Watching our shadows stretching discolored grass, I feel I understand the rush that pushes my traveling companion. My mind still groping in ignorance, but I can not underestimate the weight that I closed the stomach. Sooner or later the time will come for answers, we now have to walk.
reached the top of the hill, I continue on the other side. After a short steep, the land ends and begins a majestic white marble bridge. A slight breeze
strikes us as we move sideways. I try to see what awaits me on the other side, but the darkness has become too thick and I can see only a few feet of the worn wooden planks.
But where is it marble?
The mighty bridge that I saw has become a battered and creaky catwalk. Meanwhile, the breeze has acquired force.
Where did all this wind?
- Come on, man. It is shortly. Try to be close to me and do not stop for no reason at all.
uncertain nod.
- Whatever happens do not stop, ok?
sign of assent.
- Whatever happens, ok?
- Okay.
The weight I had the stomach has become an anvil of various tons. Why have so insistent? What could happen? Concede a few steps ahead of my companion, and then follow him.
I cling to both handrails, rope dirty and worn scratching the skin, and start to walk on that kind of bridge. The axles creak, bend beneath my feet, are the only barrier that separates me from the deep abyss below. I'm not optimistic.
The minstrel walks with his usual firm step, but looking up the hood on his head, hunched shoulders and his hand tight on the guitar, it seems certain the same bold leadership that has plagued me at the beginning of this madness.
Around us there is only darkness.
I try to breathe profondamente, ma il cuore ha deciso di correre. Il suo forte martellare si propaga per tutto il mio corpo. Il ponte incomincia a tremare e oscillare, sempre più forte, sempre più veloce. Sono diventato un diapason che vibra sulle frequenze del mio stesso battito cardiaco e l’ondulazione si propaga in tutte le direzioni. Mi fermo, alzo la testa, stringo i passamani. Le nocche sbiancano, le unghie trafiggono i palmi. Guardo la schiena del menestrello e spalanco la bocca in un urlo di aiuto che muore prima della libertà. La figura di Freakson ondeggia di fronte a me, straccio impotente nell’abbraccio della tempesta.
L’aria, certo! Siamo nel mezzo di un ciclone, il battito del mio cuore non c’entra.
Il vento mi fa lacrimare gli occhi e il suo urlo mi perfora i timpani, riesco a scorgere solamente il menestrello. Il suo mantello sembra prendere vita sotto il peso della chitarra. Si apre, si accartoccia, si divincola, vola sopra il ponte e poi viene colpito da un asse di legno.
Oh mio dio, si stanno staccando! Le assi di legno si stanno staccando!
L’aria trema e poi il silenzio. Un fronte di ghiaccio brillante risale veloce le pareti del burrone, illuminandoci con riflessi bluastri. Raggiunge il ponte, continua ad avanzare. Vedo il fiato condensarsi subito fuori dalla mia bocca, Fa freddo, non riesco a muovermi, ancora pochi istanti e sarò una statua di ghiaccio. Freakson è immobile, non può raggiungermi. Poi mi sblocco, ma troppo lentamente. Muovo le gambe, un passo alla volta, evito le assi malconce. Raggiungo il menestrello, lo carico sulle spalle, continuo a camminare. È come se guardassi una scena al rallentatore. Il ghiaccio retrocede mentre io mi avvicino. Tutto è silenzio.
Raggiungo l’altra sponda e l’aria esplode. L’urlo del vento mi assorda, il ponte crolla in una cacofonia di legno spezzato. Riprendo il controllo del mio corpo e subito mi accascio sotto il peso di Freakson. Il vento si placa e poi sparisce. L’aria è di nuovo immobile. Sono senza fiato.
- Ben fatto.
Il menestrello si alza, sistema la chitarra e si spolvera il vestito.
- Peccato per il mio mantello… mi piaceva. Forza alzati, la nostra missione non è over yet.
I would send him to hell, but it's too late. The bridge no longer exists, there is no going back. Accept the help and I get up.
The wind has dropped and eventually disappear. The sky is black with no moon or stars, but the air is illuminated by the glow from the valley of Bodnar. My eyes have just enough time to get used to, that the minstrel is already broken. I follow him.
The light becomes more intense, the color suddenly comes over me and my surroundings. I seem to have a sheet on which is projected a kaleidoscopic cartoon.
the center of the valley has a lake inside a sphere that shines silver. If at the end of the rainbow there a pot full of gold, going the other way we have to be this body of water. The whole valley is lit by the rays and vibrant colors designed and absurd. The minstrel is walking in a field of blue grass, which ends in a messy tangle of roads purple. The buildings, located in concentric rings that surround the lake, deep red shade from those of the inner circle, the pale yellow of the outermost, and are covered with silk sails slowly swaying lazily conveying a sense of tranquility. A well-thought this is not the beginning of a rainbow, this is the same rainbow.
- And now that you?
The minstrel stopped e mi aspetta impaziente.
- Questa valle è fantastica…
- Finché non crolla tutto.
- E perché dovrebbe farlo?
- Ancora non hai capito, eh?
- Capito cosa?
Scuote la testa.
- Dopo, dopo… ora dobbiamo raggiungere il lago.
Sbuffo. Come posso capire se nessuno mi spiega niente? Almeno, però, ora so qual è la nostra meta. Riprendo a camminare.
Avvicinandomi alla città, noto che quelli che da lontano mi erano sembrati edifici di color giallo tenue, in realtà sono macerie di palazzi crollati in cui le vele gialle sono rimaste intrappolate tra i calcinacci candidi. Sta veramente crollando tutto, dunque?
Accelero il passo e raggiungo Freakson proprio front of the first ruin.
- Why is it collapsed? - I ask.
She looks at me and was silent.
- walk. - He says.
We continue to run and what goes on.
- The darkness always awaits beyond the hills. Wait for the right moment, then snaps the light. You must help the king to free themselves from this deadly vice.
walk the winding streets paved with yellow stones, and men dressed in gaudy robes, running from one building to another, carrying bulky parcels. They look with terror and the buildings often stumble on their own clothes. They are awkward and, in spite of themselves, funny, but their eyes do not allow terror to laugh.
- How should I help him?
- You must leave pelicans.
- What the hell are these pelicans?
- They collect water from the lake and spread over the valley of Son. Take away the darkness.
A roar echoed in the air and a cloud of dust rises in the sky. It is another building collapsed.
- But why here everything collapses? - I ask.
- The two valleys are complementary, as well as their inhabitants. On this side of the cauldron, you need the convenience of sones to build something lasting, that Bodniani care for details, but often forget the rest.
- The valley of Son needs of pelicans and water of the lake to not let the sun go down.
- Exactly. It is as if they were in harmony.
Mi fermo. Intorno a me tutto si è fatto vermiglio. In questa zona gli stralunati Bodniani sembrano più sicuri. Camminano senza temere i crolli, ma continuano ad inciampare.

Mary raggiunge la porta metallica della stanza 27. Vi appoggia una mano.
Perché un ragazzo deve sopportare un destino del genere?
Il professore le ripete sempre che la pazzia è un viaggio verso la parte oscura del cervello umano. Ogni volta che Mary infila la chiave nella serratura della stanza 27 spera che quel ragazzo possa trovare la via del ritorno.

- La devo bere, vero? Devo bere l’acqua del lago.
Il menestrello annuisce, poi sorride. Si volta e riprende a camminare. Ora tutto comincia ad avere un senso, l’aria che tremava, le visioni, le due valli. Corro per i pochi metri che ci separano e lo affianco. Voglio fargli mille domande, ma quando apro la bocca per formulare la prima, i palazzi finiscono e tutta la magnificenza del lago si apre di fronte ai nostri occhi.
- Ma come sono finito dentro la mia testa? – chiedo.
- Ma tu sei sempre stato qui dentro, eri solo da un'altra parte. Tu sei il re e io sono il menestrello. Tu regni incontrastato in questo mondo, mentre io suono e risolvo i problemi.
Lo dice alzando le spalle, come se fosse un fatto scontato. Rinuncio a fare altre domande, ho la sensazione che sarebbe inutile.
Allunga la mano e io gliela stringo.
- E’ stato un piacere conoscerti. – he says.
- A moment - I say - you made me feel not as sound.
- Oh, but I've heard many times.
- When?
- When you let go of thoughts in a kind of abandonment of the brain, and they make you whistle a tune you thought forgotten ... well, now you know who made you come to mind.
I laugh and shake my head. I kneel down to the water bath and lips in the liquid silver. It is neither sweet nor salty, just water.
golden dawn, a blue sky and a flock of pelicans green that rises in the air. A merry laugh, and then the light.
This is the end.

The door opens and the patient is sitting on her bed. Look at Mary, smiles.
- Hello - he says.
- Welcome back. - She says as a tear runs through the face.

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Ferie... (già finite!)

Eh già, per questo mese le ferie son fatte! Non sto nemmeno a spiegarvi il perchè o il "per come" del "per quanto"... Complicato? No, i fatti sono altri.

...sorvoliamo che è meglio!!! Partenza venerdì 9 luglio in direzione di... Vicenza per passare a recuperare Karen, la quale prima mi dice di uscire a "Vicenza Ovest", poi mi chiama frettolosa per farmi uscire dal casello precedente... Oh well, even these details ... : D We put officially on the march, at 15.00 go over the exit "Soave-San Bonifacio" and in two and a half hours under a scorching sun, among the thousand thousand jobs in the course of the Brenner-Modena, arrive in Selva di Val Gardena, where we expect to Nadia, and an unsuspecting Stefy Elisa, who is expecting my arrival, but not the friend.


We have dinner together as old friends not seen for a long time ... actually talking to me about a year of good, for Karen, New Year! But 'nuff said ... We waited together at midnight playing cards and watching television, talking about this and that and pulling Ely to the ears of the four zeros on the hour ... HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Then we went to bed tired ... Nanna short term at least for me ... the alarm has sounded and I will open automatically in the eye with the first rays of sun. I turn and turn over in bed in the vain hope of sleep again, but nothing to do! The mountain air makes me onto it, like last year! I decided to get dressed, wearing boots with four steps to inaugurate new solo. I go down and there is nobody, I go out and a warm sun embraces me once, so much so that I wonder why I put the sweater ... Last year it was cooler in the morning. Walking along a path near to "La Pineta " breathing fresh air, fireplace about 15 minutes, I stop to look at the view ...


... then back on my feet. The boots seem to do their duty. The girls are still there, returned to his room to watch a little tv until they make their living ... Breakfast together and we await the arrival of Andrew, a former classmate of damsels, and immediately after the introductions we set off of ' Seiseralm ( Webcam )

Lunch in the mountains ... (2100 mt.)

... and then all downhill al rientro in hotel dove mi/ci aspettano Beppe e Lory che sono saliti per il week end... Doccia e poi cena, per poi andare in un locale dove abbiamo trovato anche Simon (che lavora anche lui a "La Pineta") e abbiamo bevuto "qualche" bicchierino... Non stiamo a sottilizzare la cosa, quando Elisa pubblica le foto capirete!!! Rientro ore 4.30, letto ore 5.00... Alle 9.00 ero di nuovo in piedi!!! Nonostante la scarpinata del giorno prima, dopo appena 4 ore di sonno ero di nuovo in piedi... oddio, in piedi, mi tenevo a stento in piedi!!! Infatti avevo i polpacci duri come il marmo, senza contare le 5 vesciche sui piedi!!! Stavo in piedi a fatica, e Lory oggi voleva andare a mangiare in un rifugio su per i monti... l'ho vista dura! Salgo in the car to go to the chair but when I press the clutch pedal, come to my mind the most colorful imprecations to embarrass even his friend Michele iron! Pass the keys and I drive him to Beppe.


After drinking and lifts us reflect on the fact that if you take the chair after lunch, there was the bitter possibility that the dinner did the path to the contrary views of the oscillations of going! Let us return then to the valley, take the car and go looking for a restaurant in town (city ?!?). All parking is to be reserved for guests of various hotels, while others provide for the maximum stay of 30 minutes, even a 20! Not to mention the one that said "Stop only allowed to check-in" ... We finally find a record time of 90 minutes, we believe the time to look around and find something. We opt for a pizzeria / restaurant that has built-in, tennis courts, bowling and other sports-related things ... We enter, and the reception does not seem the best, the muggy heat outside and the total lack of customers inside, they give us to think that bad ... we find out that behind the counter of the pizzeria were two neighbors of Beppe, and there is over! When two Neapolitans meet Campania beyond reason, you are sure that the lines are certainly not lacking in joy! And good food does not fail, in fact we assaggiato prelibatezze altoaltesine dal sapore delicato e inconfondibile.

Complimenti ai cuochi!!! Peccato che il tempo stringe, Lory e Beppe devono rientrare. Torniamo all'hotel, i ragazzi recuperano la moto, si vestono e ci salutiamo. Io rientro, le ragazze stanno riposando dato che anche loro la notte hanno dormito poco, quindi decido anch'io di andare a stendermi qualche ora... La sera scopro che Andrea è ancora dei nostri (lui ha dormito fino a mezzogiorno e oltre!!!) ceniamo tutti assieme, criticando scherzosamente la cucina di Elisa che invece è ai fornelli, mandandole messaggi minatori attraverso Luca e Stefy che fanno servizio in sala... Un'altra serata divertente :) Poi i saluti, anche Andrea domani lavora e deve rientrare per forza. Io e Karen invece non riusciamo ad accordarci sull'orario del rientro, finchè lei non spara "ore 8 colazione e alle 9 si parte!". Bene, penso io, per mezzogiorno sono a casa! Ennesima notte difficile, o per meglio dire, ennesimo risveglio FACILE!!! Mi sono addormentato verso l'una di notte e alle 5.30 avevo di nuovo gli occhi aperti!!! Io davvero devo andare a farmi un controllo!!! Mi rigiro nel letto per mezzora, poi decido di fare la valigia. I crampi si fanno sentire ancora, decido di scendere per un'altra passeggiatina nella speranza di scaldare i muscoli... ma non riesco a fare molti metri, 5 minuti fra i boschi e poi siedo sulla prima panca. Meglio rientrare. I'll be back in the room and put my legs to soak in the hot water massage in a little hope to dissolve the lactic acid in the calf ... It seems to work ... At 7:40 I go down again, Nadia keeps me company with the first coffee of the day ... Karen does not go down! Call at 8.10, but have the phone off the hook! I go up and knock ... 3 times ... I do not respond! I send a sms ... I finally meet! Good thing we had to make breakfast at 8 o'clock! : DPoi load the luggage, Karen again falls below the 9 ... : P salute the boys in the kitchen, Stefy, Nadia, and Elisa course that made me discover this corner of paradise. Then we start, pit stops in the bakery where Karen and I take the typical bread Krapfen to me that he had asked Lory the day before ... Selva and greet at 9.35 and we head towards the A22 to return home.

a weekend of pure enjoyment, including mouth-watering dishes, fresh air, temperatures bearable during the day and cool at night (if you think the furnaces of the cities of the plain ...) wonderful company, wonderful places to see ... Oh yes, Selva is a bit my second home;)

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Ho scoperto che posso dire di no!

I discovered that I can say no!

Finally I can say enough is enough! From 1 July, I left the blonde, seven days that I do not smoke ... is just the beginning, but it will be increasingly hard to continue on this path ... Every day I see people with " cigarette in hand, friends do not help much, and even at work, those gestures routine until a week ago were, accompanied by a blonde to any specific occasion, and now, whenever the opportunity presents itself, I happen to think about it. The urge to smoke and there is still no good!
I'm watching Lost. To that I can not say enough ...
As I can not say enough to the music! Tonight karaoke night in the Abbey Monteforte as usual ... for some time missing someone important, but it recovers
August 12 ... ... I want to cantareeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

Pier

PS ... that post chaotic

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Stanotte ho fatto un sogno...

Tonight I dreamed ... indeed, actually was the other night ... We were sitting next to a certain point you have leaned her head on my shoulder. Then you face gaze to my eyes, as if to ask permission to be able to support, you were very sweet and I have made you smile ... you also, and did you come to kiss me ... ballissimo a kiss that made my heart beat a thousand ...

... but fuck, my mom, at that very moment had to come up?!?

Update 23:23:

... and you think more and more I get hurt, run away, do not count! It is not worth to be here thinking about what might be, when the very being afraid to come to a conclusion. And I have no words to describe the feeling, emotion, only by the muffled sobs of bitter tears at one time, I already know, step by step will take you away from me on a journey with no sense ...

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E fu così che Lisa incontrò l'Astrologia

Anyone who knows me knows that I do not feel closely tied to a particular school in the horoscope. So they are not even what you might call a Morpurgo. I dreamed of but never underestimate the immense contribution that the late lamented Lisa Morpurgo gave to the study of astrology in our country. I'm happy then be able to report these video where the famous astrologer is interviewed by radio Massimo Fornicoli .

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Ma...

Ma .. hot, there ?????

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Come si valuta la forza di un aspetto

Spesso capita difronte ad un grafico astrologico di trovarci disorientati dalla quantità di aspetti che si formano fra i pianeti che, soprattutto quando sono molto numerosi, possono dare l'impressione di essere perfino contraddittori fra loro. Si rischia quindi di attribuire uguale importanza a tutti gli aspetti segnati sul grafico in modo totalmente acritico.

Ho pensato quindi di dedicare questo post ai modi per quantificare l'effettiva incisività di un aspetto planetario rispetto ad un altro.

Alcune regole di buon senso sono certamente chiare anche ad i principianti, è ovvio ad esempio che un aspetto fra Urano e il Sole sarà certamente più rilevante nella vita di un subject of an aspect between Uranus and Neptune, things will be reversed if clearly instead of a single person we are considering events worldwide.

parameters to assess the strength of an aspect in my view are three: the orbit, the application or separation and signs involved. Let's examine them one by one.

The orbit, or the difference relative to the right, is by far the primary data to be taken into account. All authors are agreed that an aspect of the planets should be considered as strong as it is close orbit. For example, a trine to be formed between two planets that are located at 10 ° Aries and 12 degrees of Leo (2 degrees of orbit) is more powerful than an Aries between 10 ° and 17 ° of Leo (7 degrees of orbit).

A secondary check can be done is to check if the appearance is application or separative. This application defines an aspect that is going to achieve the exact angle. Symbolically, it is as if the momentum of the encounter between the energies of the planets involved would make the most important aspect. Instead a separate aspects, or between two planets that have passed the exact angle and if moving away, it would be considered of importance diminished.

The third consideration that can be done about an issue is whether this is formed between signs that are themselves actually in the same issue between them. Prey to such a trine between a planet which is at a 02 ° Aries and 28 ° of Cancer, strictly speaking this is a trine in effect but is not formed between the signs of the same element, but between signs that among them are squaring! Same thing if we were talking to a square between 28 ° Aries and 02 ° of Leo, squaring exists but signs involved are very harmonious together.

personally am cautious in interpreting these kinds of issues and I am in perfect agreement with what is written on the subject in his book by Grace Mirti the Secrets of astrological interpretation :

"The respect and friendship between [signs] Such matters most, in my view, the orbits of almost exactly between dissimilar."

Moral of the story: a look at the grid of the aspects of verification and the signs involved does not hurt, might even give us the compass to orient better in a web of celestial angles.