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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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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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