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HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL FRIENDS OF THE BLOG. THE 2011 NEW PORT MUCH INSPIRATION TO ALL. FINALLY A LEADING PUBLISHER who believe in us as much as we believe in ourselves. And as he said CECCO "May our friendships made in later years" undermines the time and eternity.
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Here's the experiment No. 2 with the touch of red ( belt withdrawn from the famous family)
In this case, combined with silk ballerina skirt, gray shirt and gray boots purple, someone told me that the purple-red combination is really the last frontier of elegance! The colleague in question is used to bring white socks horribly so maybe I should reconsider the fact of listening to him. In the second picture looks very good I'm dying of sleep do you?

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Tales Salvo: "I'll give my heart." From "From water into the fire" THE WAY OF DARKNESS

"What happens in my mother's placenta? Does not reach there enough oxygen. "

Activate the emergency mode, create a dream of impending danger. The dream is not valid, the subject does not respond. Vasodilation sudden and dangerous in the midbrain of the mother. Impending danger. Thirty seconds to break.

"Mommy wake up - screamed the fetus of less than four grams - wake up now before it's too late. Wake up please, do not get more oxygen, my mother plays? I sent a dream of warning, you hear me? I have no voice nor strong enough to wake dad and my feet are too small and soft kick to your belly. I pray you wake up. "



intimal rupture, rupture of the second diaphragm middle cerebral artery, bleeding, devastated a large area to the left brain, midbrain and Waterworks Silvio flooded, dislocation of the midline shift, severe coma , female subject, 39, lost. Fetus in imminent danger of death. Required extraction within an hour at most.

Woman sirens came to the department of obstetrics and gynecology, already alerted by telephone. The same stretcher carried her in a flash right on the operating table. The priority now was to save the little baby, too small for him to do it to survive, but too unhealthy because it continued to remain in that tummy that had hosted for nearly six months. It was he that it was necessary to remove the noxious stimuli. HELP syndrome was diagnosed. High blood pressure triggered by that corollary of symptoms, had caused a major artery in the brain had been crushed as if they were placed in water pressure in an old waterworks. Quell'acquedotto but was not old; perhaps it was defective from birth, perhaps that the technician who had planned had calculated that at some point in his life, that is, the aqueduct would have received an influx of fluid and pressure did not foresee, or had been calibrated sufficiently, fact is that the devastation of large areas of the brain had been bloody, cruel and irreversible.

Twenty minutes and a bundle smaller than a chihuahua was extracted by hypotonic quell'utero, flabby and inefficient. Fetus alive in incubators, cluster of neonatologists to provide initial treatment and in the meantime, Mom in Intensive Care.

coma areflexia, mydriatic pupils average amplitude no reagents, little or no spontaneous respiratory activity, GCS 3. Patient decerebration. Imminent danger.

's so that we came to the woman of thirty-nine years, first pregnancy, recent marriage, child desired. Four miles away a mother dying, perhaps with the thinking brain dead and a fetino, also in jeopardy of life are spoken, with the power of telepathy, "What's up mom? I'm cold inside the capsule of plastic and metal. Where's your tummy warm, soft and muffled? Here I feel the bells sounding shrill and discordant notes. I see red lights, but it is not reassuring and soft red of your blood, this is a red glare, the view, even if my eyes are still closed for half. Where are you? Why do I hear your voice so far away? ".

"I feel distant because they are physically and therefore do not listen to my voice through the vibration of my heart and my belly. E 'with the soul and now that I speak with that bit of millivolts that my poor brain, like a barn destroyed by rats, is still able to deliver. First came a doctor that I was crowned with many colored wires connected to the white daisies stuck in my hair and forehead. They talked among themselves, the doctors have talked about me and you. I have heard bad things for you and the same for me. They told me that my brain will never recover more of its activities, who died in fact. They said I could donate my organs in unfortunate people like me so sick. But the more fortunate if I can give them my heart, my kidneys, my liver pieces. Think my little one, which alone can make happy at least fifty people. Do you know how many people it helps the liver to pieces?

Then you have spoken. They said they're too small to survive and therefore returns to the house of the Father, from where you were dropped on a scale gold six months ago. Wanted and desired as the most beautiful jewel.

But I'm sad my little one and you will not tremble with cold and fear, you will find your mother there, where are all the mothers. I have only one gripe, I wish you were bigger to survive or you were already born with a heart patient, to give you mine and so you continue to live and help my father brought me a flower on a cold marble. But maybe it's better that way my baby. "

"I play my mother. If I feel even smell your perfume.

"They told me that I will die today. In a few hours start to count six hours. You know what they are six hours long, my child? E 'twice time of feeding, feeding those beautiful that I want to see you do, close to my breast, happy in the arms of my mother ...

Here come, bring me up, removal room. How bad word. But do not be afraid, my child, your mother will not feel pain and eventually, even if in spirit, my heart will be yours, for eternity.

begin, I feel cold, they began filling their bellies with ice and frost are also drip.

"Doctors do not think of me, cover my child who is cold, it weighs only four hundred grams, do not die, if you can. But if you do not make her, cover more.

Hello darling, see you later. "

Your mom.

true chronicle of a death of a brain and organ harvesting. In my hospital. November 2010 .

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The leader of our group Cecco, in the middle of the two, satisfied smiles. Do not know the wretch, that people was put into the house. Science Fiction Writers, horror, spye story, Fantasy, murals, people who write on everything, even if this water to stop them in words. Someone is already starting to walk on water, singed by criticism, always in favor of the readers. Sink, will not sink? We'll see. Meanwhile, enjoy this bell'Horror, the second of the series. For the third we are already working.

Long live our leader.

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... but could also be titled "dissident voices."

Yes, it's good (and otherwise may not) hear, rather read an unbiased opinion from the pack of our group. An opinion that at least can not be accused of parochialism because from from those used to review "the affairs of others."

thanks friend Pippo native who was able to describe in a few sentences, brief but concise summary of the anthology as much as the nice description of the respective authors.

an incentive to continue on the path ... dark!

Cecco

PS Oh, I forgot ... This is the link of the review http://www.ondaiblea.it/2010113029027/Recensioni/Libri-Riviste-Web/sulla-via-del-giallo-noir.html

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yesterday to combat the cold weather coming I have given a glaze color definitely summer, Coromandel, which I found to appreciate much more hands on white sunburnt.

But a dilemma I took this morning as an accessory to a glaze by combining color so special?

search and search and rummage in the drawer of costume jewelry ... did not leave anything, but in the end as you can see below I have found the right solution.

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the face of meteorologist (which was once said of crepe ASTROLOGY ") that budgeted days of the blackbird (No Ale, is spoke of blackbird ... agree, but the family is always flounder is not Monichiana) and hand in the warm Roman sun four real friends they met and embraced. We talked, joked laughed, smile, eat ... what is pure and then. We discussed our hunger for fame "and our" poor but handsome. " We finally said goodbye, I (heart of wheat) with barely repressed a tear, but I confess that the other will be left an indelible memory of a day and not foreseen by the madness of a Sicilian born, two Romans and a field. Italy is made! And so do you, Italy, VERA.

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Waiting for the perfect combination of snow and dreaming of new recipes and Marrakech

Brr brr my dear readers, I think I have already said that I hate the cold, well I can not stand even the snow! Do not have a heart of stone eh! Also I like the picture-postcard snow scenes, but I appreciate them very postcard I do not like having to walk this blessed snow, and in particular do not like:
1. The fact that in Turin, where he also can not be considered an exceptional event, after a snowfall blocks the whole city,
2. The snow mixed with dirt in the streets who usually hides a nice slab of ice.
3. I bump into the Piedmont doc with dreamy eyes that tell you all of their childhood winters full of snow and say 'eh eh .. this is nothing' when you get there shivering, with cold feet and a runny nose.
Oh well this weekend predicted snow at low altitude and today I have comforted me with a pair of warm socks and colorful and the idea of \u200b\u200ba few days in a place tiepidino and inviting ... dreaming Marrakech.

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the page dedicated to her I present a new recipe by Agnes, who soon will propose a truly original menu from start to finish (for example, I'm already dreaming of the cake parfait .. ..) Meanwhile
propose again the recipe for the Quaker who was lost if the :
One of the most beautiful traditions of my family is that of a birthday cake. The custom is that each of us has one, and this is a constant that can not always be on the table in its own day of celebration.
The recipe that I want to make is exactly one of those that we use strictly on these occasions. In particular is the birthday cake is my son, that's one of my brothers ..
This cake comes in a distant country from Italy, and is in the tradition of our family for many years now: a long long before it became one of our birthday cakes!
I learned my grandmother in Argentina, in 1960, and in turn she taught us.
We never knew the real name of this cake.
For us it is the Quaker brand of one of its ingredients.
It 's a very simple dessert that can remember a slab of chocolate, or the classic chocolate salami. But for us, the Quaker is a Quaker, and no one would confuse him in the family ever!
Recipe
Torrone (Quaker)

300 g sugar 200 g butter

4 tablespoons milk
3 tablespoons unsweetened cocoa powder
3 teacups of Quaker (oatmeal)
unsalted crackers taste
Use a nonstick clock that manages to contain all the ingredients.
begin to melt butter in saucepan, add the sugar first and then the sifted cocoa.
When cocoa is well mixed add one cup at a time of Quaker and milk.
Stir until smooth and creamy.
If the cream is too dry add a little 'milk.
Remove from heat.
On a sheet of baking paper or foil packs of crackers, or paper Easter eggs (if you must), begin to form layers of cream and crackers.
crackers should be completely covered with cream, including the sides.
Packing the tile and refrigerate for at least 12 hours.
And of course ...
Happy Birthday!

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World Day of Children's Rights

Abstract: I decided to put a post that hits just the writing but that I consider very important for all humanity, I apologize in advance who is running the blog for the non-relevance of the topic.

Today, November 20 marks the World Day of Children's Rights "to commemorate the Convention on the Rights of the Child adopted by the UN General Assembly on 20 November 1989 and ratified by an Act of May 27, 1991, No 176, deposited at the United Nations on 5 September 1991.

Below I transcribe the first articles of the Convention for those who want to read the whole can go on the UNICEF website at: http: / / www.unicef.it/doc/599/il-testo-della-convenzione-sui-diritti-dellinfanzia.htm

Article 1

the purposes of this Convention, a child means every human being below the age of eighteen unless, attained earlier under the applicable legislation.

Article 2

States Parties undertake to respect the rights set forth in this Convention and to ensure that every child within their jurisdiction, without distinction and regardless of any consideration of race, color, sex, language, religion, political or other opinion of the child or his parents or legal representatives of their national, ethnic or social origin, their financial situation, disability, birth or other status.

States Parties shall take all appropriate measures to ensure the child is protected against all forms of discrimination or punishment on the basis of the status, activities, expressed opinions, or beliefs her parents, legal guardians or family members.

Article 3

In all actions concerning children, whether undertaken by public or private assistance social courts, administrative authorities or legislative bodies, the interest of the child shall be a primary consideration.

States Parties undertake to ensure the child such protection and care as needed his well-being, considering the rights and duties of parents, guardians or other persons who are his legal responsibility, and to this end, shall take all appropriate legislative and administrative measures.

States Parties shall ensure the functioning of the institutions, services and institutions which have the responsibility to ensure that children and their protection conform to the standards established by competent authorities in particular in the security and health and as regards the number and competence of their staff and the existence of adequate control.

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dear reader, a preview of the book's publication
"Life Ranger"
we present the rationale prompted us to write, first of all for our pleasure but also for your delight.
The book will be out in December 2010, ed. lulu.com.

Forewords Preface 1.

Why this book? Because reading and rereading for perhaps the tenth time the stories of Tex Willer and his Pard collected decades of life and again re-proposed in various versions in black and white and color by the creators BONELLI father and son and the various designers, starting with the great Galleppini, I realized that I had now penetrated so as to be of those beloved characters to want to pay them a tribute of gratitude for how I have happily accompanied during my growth, from my youth are now over sixty, I would say almost seventy.
More than I can say THANK YOU. However, I can say that the inner righteousness that pervades and informs the conduct of Tex, Carson, Kit, Tiger and generally positive character of the stories Bonelli, prompted me to seek to be like them on many occasions of life, as opposed to the way of acting of the characters 'bad' that I found sometimes in person at the workplace that I had to attend. Of all the stories of all kinds in which they act my favorite characters, I always appreciated those in which they struggle (and then they win, of course) against the stupidity or malevolence or military or civilian character of politics and lobbyists, but by military as I am, I had to admit to myself that often plays a high-grade or who operates a power believed to be able to afford everything, even above the laws, written rules od'uso. As always happens, unfortunately, by 'Someone' who is deemed entitled to do anything even abusing others. Bah, call ... these considerations, the stories in this book, I said, are a tribute to Them, and TEX company and are written with the pleasure of spending all those other mythical characters pleasant moments, in addition to those that continue Bonelli to give us.

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Foreword 2.

It started with the old wives' tales, with princes and princesses who were daring to dream. It continued with the merry band Disney, Donald Duck jinx it, his sweet Daisy Duck, Mickey Mouse Detective, the nabob Scrooge with his bazillion.
It grew a bit 'and read Monello and Brave Captain and Miki and Dr. Black Macigno with his bloodletting and finally arriving to the 'University of the comic action: Tex Willer and Kit Carson. Smaller
my cousin's Christmas (Linuccia), I met him after these wonderful characters and it was love at first sight. He writes that Christmas brings good comic, its characters and dialogue in the example of the good life, for example of values \u200b\u200bthat are increasingly losing tone, fading like an old photo. These were the values \u200b\u200bof loyalty, justice, family, life.
It 'rare to see the' zip 'of the projectile and its trajectory, hitting the heart or the head of the corrupt, the most ferocious. They were usually guns that blow up arms or grazed. And never a vulgar, a foul language. It was the glory of this set Bonelli and their disgrace. Born in an Italy grew up in Italy where clean and the dirty word, foul language, swearing, killing the enemy even for trivial reasons, unfortunately, had become the rule.
Comics, beyond pleasure and delight of a compelling story or relaxing, it is right that gives a positive message before us adults, however, so that we can then relay to the young, the adults of tomorrow. It 'also so that you educate a nation: more than polite talk with polished, calm, but his staff in his hand. Not with language talk show where her tits and swearing are the masters and without which they would not popularity.
Maybe I bored people who want to read it myself and Christmas, but these are the messages that transpire between the lines of the stories we present.
Good reading, no worries.

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... As they say the hardcore poker players! Stefania Auci "The Phone", Nitto Valeria: "The damn house," Save Figure "Minotauro" that make up the trio for the time being we have in hand the group italianfantastycgroup. We really hope in a poker even though I just learned that will be rooted, our brilliant Sara, discarded in the first round would go. But I know you will not do. NOT can not and must do so. It 's the most talented, the better prepared and can not give in to the jury, so forces will be, we will support them all. Let this beautiful Poker and if he were engaged in the next, I hope, new entry, Patricia Blasi, would Royal Flush.

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IO VALERIA we did it. So now we know even within the WMI. My story, "Minotaur" and Valeria "The damn house" have been accepted and will in the Anthology. We are happy, even for the group and the good cooperation that existed between me and the little cute valeria.