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were at least a couple of years I had this ball. I like drinking good wine, of course I have my preferences, like everyone else, but one thing to go into a cellar or a wine shop and ask some bottles just because they are the best known and those known to be safe, not to disfigure and another thing is learn to "read" the real essence. The first lesson of the course was really interesting: I took plenty of notes, helpful and friendly people I met, I have been drinking, pardon me, sipping on a whole new way what has been proposed for the first approach to the wonderful world of sommelier. And it is not my intention to undertake such a career, but now I appreciate and look with renewed pleasure the cup that I hold in my hands. The thing that struck me, in all the basics, which are historical or technical, is the incredible simplicity and naturalness with which in the end actually comes into contact. The fermentation, the barrels, corks or not, bubbles or no bubbles, you uncork that untap too. Try intoxicating (and not just wine, bacon, home made by Maitre of the evening was SIGNIFICANT ). Probably will not be able to better explain and understand not absolutely re-propose the entire lesson ( IMPOSSIBLE! Unique atmosphere for wines and then how would we do? Tasting electronic?). I mean only to point out how concepts become dated over time are always present but basic! I like to think that man, despite all neotecnologia possible and conceivable, for certain joys Life has yet to rely on the precious nature, which rewards us with great despite our shortcomings guilty against him. I hope before the end of the course, to be able to steal the secret examination hearing (when I drink I already feel the entries, which is the right way?), for now a toast to you and that beautiful days are coming. PROSIT!

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course tasting cherry blossom

I still remember when we ran hand in hand for hours in the green fields, looking for what was really important for us: our happiness! But everyone, for better or worse, try to be happy ... well, now I'm not so sure ... or maybe simply do not believe anymore. I stopped believing in anything. The fact is that the silence that surrounds us oppresses me, everything is so empty, so devoid of meaning, of life, almost non-existent. Yet something is there, there was something ... Maybe I'm wasting my time with unnecessarily abstruse reasoning, the important thing is to have survived the huge explosion. Yeah ... The great explosion.

Sometimes I imagine that there has ever been, but this is physically impossible if I can for a few seconds is already too much, too! I can never forget that day.

Lying on the grass side by side, with his eyes turned up to the cherry trees in bloom and the ears to better hear the chirping of birds, we stood in silence, as if that magical atmosphere that we felt wound would never end. The wind gently touched the faces, almost did not want to disturb the serenity that had been created so naturally. I could see it very well with my eyes closed, perhaps, indeed, I am sure, for she was the same.

was not the first time lying in the grass, hand in hand, I felt that we were trying the same things, we felt the world the same way. It was not the first time. Yet, at the time, everything seemed strange, different from the usual, perhaps it had been a handshake that, without my noticing it, had weakened more and more, to become impalpable. There I noticed, at first: I fell asleep too ...

I woke suddenly a great noise: the sun did not seem as hot as before, the birds, in flocks, were lifted off noisily, as if trying to escape from something, the wind was blowing with increasing force and some clouds appeared ominously, seemed to run like mad in a dance unattainable. When there was again a great deafening bang and the ground began to shake, I knew without looking that it was the volcano. Because even if I did not turn in my mind I was thinking all these things, my heart would burst in his chest: do not wake up. Despite all the fuss was still sleeping. How do we do?!

At that time I was still too small, I could not and would not understand: I thought he did it on purpose, that would make me a joke ... My mother keeps telling me that was with dad in the sky, up there among the stars But I know what the truth is waiting for me somewhere, where the grass is still green and cherry blossom each time more beautiful ...

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Pecci Horns & 2 nd place! SILVER

With Silvia here is the long-awaited program of the now legendary festival on the way! I still remember that this year will take place in that of Cittiglio in the province of Varese, in the last weekend of May: to be exact since Friday 28 to Sunday 30. To learn more, you can reread my old post on the event, entitled HORNS AND PECC 2010 (in the Black Library, in "The Twilight Zone"), or visit http://www.corniepecc.it/ (where you can find more detailed information on previous editions and on that coming soon) or link directly to http://www.protezionecivilecittiglio.it/ArchivioPDF/pieghevolecorniepecc.pdf . In particular, in seconds you'll have the flyer of the event complete with a map and sections, of course, can also be found on the site, but so do you have an idea. See you all there? ;)

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It is said that silver was the happiest of living creatures on Earth and could cover large distances as when he wanted, with his way of flying so perfect. What more could anyone ask, he seemed at one with the sky and often seemed to give you the wind Mr., the clouds, the sun, he seemed to dominate the stars, he loved to fly silent and graceful in the dark of night ... To all this he often thought while hovering over the valleys with extreme elegance and looked with haughty superiority, from top to bottom, even the highest mountains, until one day he saw her ...

In the spring morning the wind was less cold than usual, despite the height at which he was flying and the proximity of some snowfields. On a Suddenly, a gust of warm air convinced him to let himself be guided by other means, swaying in the gentle warmth of the currents. He found himself in a few minutes near the big lake where every year, repeatedly, we headed to watch the spectacle of the fields that, day after day, bloomed in many colors and in many perfumes: a spectacular scene that appeared in his eyes always . It was probably the only thing he felt inferior, but that day was destined for something to change his life.

from the forest adjacent to the Lake an unusual shape caught his attention. He went flying dive and reached incredible speeds, he was so anxious to understand why Its feathers were trembling like that. With a simple gesture of great wings slowed its descent through the pines and headed higher, up to a stop on a big branch. He looked at her and almost felt faint ...

Those golden hair looked, they were so bright and shining in the sunlight! He wanted to get closer and at least pretend to be interested in crumbs of bread from the hands of the girl offered to some sparrows, just to be closer to them, would have liked at least a little closer and see it better, but even where they are unable to understand what those blue eyes, endless as the sky, he had been kidnapped. Immediately took flight, still dazed, with the golden mind hair, eyes that contained the sky, the white garments that emphasized the beauty.

For the first time he felt confused ... dared not even deign to glance his friend the sun, trying to advise him and having no response, I was offended, it was the same for the wind, mountains, clouds ...

Silver Only now understood what loneliness had accompanied him throughout his life: he wanted to know the love ... But what was up? Was he running away from that angelic vision? It did force and a maneuver that proved more difficult than usual, came back from the girl with golden hair, eyes that contained the sky and the white robes that n'esaltavano beauty.

and perched on a rock at the foot of the great oak, mother and father of all living creatures of the forest, and looked away from his sweet vision. For a few seconds he stood firm and motionless, so that seemed like an eternity. Just a ray of sunshine could distract him for a moment, but it was only a moment.

When he turned he felt burning in the following way: the girl ran to meet and raggiuntolo, continued to speak, holding out a hand to help him up, as he was sitting. He was sitting!? What a miracle that never was? He was now a man! Tese that which according to him was to be a hand and stood up. The contact between the two, probably made him blush.

The girl began to laugh ...

laughed at him! Silver laughed! He could not say anything, he could not speak. He kept laughing at him! He did not understand what he was saying, but understand that now laughing at him ...

While a tear down his face, the girl, whose hair was no longer golden, whose eyes did not contain more than the sky, and whose white robes were now useless and faded, he was leaving whistling and hopping.

The forest became silent.

The atmosphere was heavy and the air almost unbearable: his heart seemed to be having to split at any moment. He began racing wildly, although in a disorderly way, and passed the big oak tree threw himself on the slope. I just think he wanted to die, he wanted to end it. So naive I was ... But something went wrong ...

wind was my friend, who now held him carefully, and your friend the sun, which warmed with equal care, the sky was once his friend and both the mountains that the clouds still smiled, as sisters.

"Do not we can allow it to end like that. "they said in chorus.

At the same time, Silver was able to re-draw the nimble claws and strongly draw the mighty wings, so as to hover in the air with the usual innate skill. He sent immediately a knowing glance at the sun, the mountains, is lulled by the wind, smiling at the clouds. Knew he always had so many dear friends. He understood that mattered above all knowing how to speak from the heart ...

It is said that silver was the happiest of living creatures on Earth, of course, was now more than ever ...

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stories from the past

I recently noticed that on rainy days I will be caught, so totally random, so that the total apathy by sudden fit of compulsive frenzy. So if you hear dripping rhythmically and a bit 'boring on the window sills, provided that interests you, keep in mind that there is a fool who is either calm there that is reading yet another book in one go as if the whole world did not exist, or is in trans to be cleaned by "shower" (the rain washes, purifies ...). Which turns in the search for the house of all that is left by the wayside, perhaps to throw permanently, as it had not been done the previous time, or perhaps rediscover, and then maybe ridecidere to throw it at a later time! Oh well, the fact is that these days I found some of my old works (but old ones). Even then I had some imagination, and I must admit I read them with pleasure that has left a certain something in the soul: I am not exaggerating. TO those mini stories were tied so many emotions and feelings that many are still firmly in my memory. Incredible how one might not remember where he has just left his wallet and looking desperately for the entire home, while some images are still there, indelible, carved and Unforgettable! Pleasant or not they are, so unfortunately there is no logic or rule that takes. Of course you propose them, and who knows if anyone will remember them ... and beds if retry the same emotions ...

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I hated rainy days. Or rather, I always hated to go around when it rains. And all this without an apparent valid reason. Perhaps because I am a very impulsive type, and when it rains there seems to be something that forces you to pause and reflect. What is most distressing is the silence that seems to wrap around heavy and boring and annoying form of constant rain falling ...

I still remember that night. I was returning from a party and in total darkness, but still in the overturned ears the noise of collegiate party and revelry in which a moment before I plunged, I was sprawled on the couch. In one hand I held a glass of beer, a cigarette in the other off. I stood motionless, and only the constant and monotonous chime clock pendulum hanging on a wall - I could feel the presence although I could not see it - took me back to the real world.

began to rain. I said nothing and tried to remain indifferent, but I was visibly upset. A few minutes later the phone rang. It was my ex-wife asked me to join him in the small hospital because he was sick and could not understand cos'avesse. I did not see either four years from the birth of a child. I started to get out but I stopped at the door: it was raining! And then, probably was not anything serious ... I went back to my comfortable couch.

The rain suddenly increased in intensity and even if only for a moment I thought I heard a voice calling me. Initially there but then I noticed, due to its insistence, I went to the window and looked in the garden. I saw a shadow very small, almost child, who moved his arm, pointing a greeting. I started to tell her to take shelter, that she would take a pretty cold, but my voice came out choked It was my daughter, Michal! I ran to the door and tried to open it, but despite all the 'vehemence that it took me I could not: she was there, still healthy despite the rain and a voice so sweet but so sad, they said,

" Come on Dad. I need you. Come ... "

seemed begging.

And I could not open the damn door!

"Come on Dad. I need you ... "over and over again! The damn door would not open!

At one point he said:

"I love you anyway ... I know you tried ..." disappeared ...

The door opened, the rain came down in intensity and the sky cleared a bit, 'and I, I was in the midst of the garden with her face turned upward, I began to cry.

The phone rang but I did not need to answer it, I knew it all: the "still" made me understand many things.

"Me too ..." I said softly, with tears, mixed with bitterness never felt before, I sailed face.

"Me too ..."

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Well, yesterday the sun showed up just long enough to make up my mind for a run now and when the workout was over, but in the meantime ... wind and almost a good wash. And today ... there is no escape! And all those beautiful hornets buzzing at the windows already undecided whether to go or not to take a tour of the house? If we complain about us, who knows them! Returning to more serious things (!), The picture speaks for itself, although I was tempted to put that you see at the end of the post, too funny. It is in this period are particularly taken by morbid attachment to the superhero team (state), but if you noticed, in the cinema at least annually churn out a film about these beloved characters. And I must honestly say that the move will lead to coverage of a looong time period, just as fish in the past to unearth so people in sock knitting! Sorry ... that I take a moment ... done. I tell you? Ah, yes, not to mention the various "evolution" and "apparent death". And the twists that will inevitably create, because of the various alliances. By the way, I can not wait to see how when Iron Man and Hulk in the comics if they gave her a thrashing. Or rather, when Hulk gave her a thrashing mannikin de fero! Rather, now that I can think of, I should have around a picture of a child when I dressed as The Thing, the man of rock F4: then I try ... But wow, how I digress! The need to write this post was created by the news is not confirmed yet that perhaps the hero of the stars and stripes for excellence will be played by ... Brad Pitt! (Pause with hands that surround a face broken and desperate) CAN NOT do this to me! Until last year said it would use an unknown actor and American doc, which excludes many other known actors approached the cast, but Brad ... Only my wife (and who knows how many other tuse) is jumping for joy. DEPT. But where will it end? Where? I agree only on Megan Fox as Wonder Woman! (Since Jessica Alba is already the Invisible Woman ... ;-))

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I waited with some anxiety, mostly to review action in that beautiful yellow and red armor, not for the story, which as usual has little to do with the original, or better, that make such a Cozzaglia that those unfamiliar with the character understands as much as those who are passionate, namely NOTHING! It is absolutely not my intention to make a review of the film, it does not for me and I leave to those who love it, but I would just point out to me that those were the three stages "hot" that once I watch the DVD in your hands and cover, very happy. First: Tony Stark in armor that you can enjoy a donut to Homer Simpson, in the early morning, lying like a mermaid in the mega-donut symbol on a skyscraper. Needless to say reminded me of the mythical scene of Homer's head with a ring that is hard to not eat! Second: The "future" Black Widow, in evening dress and high heels by way of galactic stilts, says a joke to an ailing Tony pre-birthday party that makes the skin accaponare (watch the movie, guess what it is between three and perhaps four-bar that makes the whole movie and then tell me ...). Third, the usual surprise ending soundtrack of post closure that acts as a preamble to the following (there is always a sequel ...) where there is an object of fear! Mjollnir! when it appeared I was almost kneeling in adoration ... Ouch! Yes, yes, I remove the almost! The gnomes hit me with his fist on the temple! Lazy! Hmmmm, that looks ... God of Thunder is coming!

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