Emma - part 2 Valeria
Miss who acted as guide, was nearly sidelined by the exuberance of Professor Martini, almost resented his presence pleasant.
The visit inside the castle, which was divided into two floors, it imposed a mandatory route.
What the guide pointed out there was the roof of the rooms: characterized by a central vault where they showed a different key to each room, and two vaulted side.
I tried to concentrate on what the guide said, was difficult because it forced me to listen to the rumors of my friends.
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"You're his target," grinned Licia. Not included
immediately, "What are you talking about?"
"Hello? Is anybody there? Di Luca, who else? "They answered in chorus.
sighed, hoping that the state of anxiety are reduced. "Stop both. I have already said they're not interested in this type of surface.. " immediately, "What are you talking about?"
"Hello? Is anybody there? Di Luca, who else? "They answered in chorus.
"Oh yeah I forgot, you believe in love forever" Licia with the support of the other friend made fun of me. 
"I believe in the true" I said, "will last forever, even after death." It was useless to talk with them, I loved both but I knew that, sometimes, I could not count on their understanding. He listened
Martini misrepresenting the purpose of the conversation. "Right, Miss Romano, eternity!" Struts just enough to stop driving. "For as this place was designed, apparently had nothing to do either for military functions or for hunting. As you will see the spiral staircase leading upstairs are arranged counterclockwise, several other buildings of that era. It was a disadvantage for anyone who wanted to challenge a weapon, forced to use his left hand.. " "And the hunting?" Said my companion. "I believe in the true" I said, "will last forever, even after death." It was useless to talk with them, I loved both but I knew that, sometimes, I could not count on their understanding. He listened 
"In the absence of stalls," continued the Professor "descriptive treats that the purpose of this unusual building was attributable to the study of sciences such as astronomy and alchemy. "" And do not forget the influence of the Templars' said the guide, irritated by the constant interference of the Martini. "An order founded in the early twelfth century, which had as its ideal is to liberate the Holy Land from the infidels. Besides they were also skilled manufacturers, it is believed that the Emperor has made use of this capacity. ". Professor Martini just did not want to resign and took again the word "Looks like Fred has had relations such as to suggest that, for an indefinite period, this Castle was been the home of the Holy Grail. You realize it? "" Yes, Teacher! "Answered the class.
"This is eternity?" I asked the guide. "According to the legend," she explained "the Holy Grail has the ability to give eternal life. We witness the influence of the Templars as you can see from what many call Faun "is the keystone of the seventh hall where we were. He was a bearded head with strange ears. "What?" I asked.
"And 'he' said the guide" the idol of the Templars: Baphomet. "For some minutes I stare, before reaching the inner courtyard. "Here, right in the middle, there was an octagonal pool," explained the woman, "the researchers suspect that a hidden relic as important as the Holy Grail. However, the relationship between Frederick II and the Templars was not very clear. It seems that the beginning has had an inclination peaceful transformed into hatred. ".
"Federico II was interested in the power of life over death?" I asked.
"As a human is not?" He said "However, they are just guesses. We continue. "
I stopped, more than necessary, to reflect on lessons learned. The allure of the mystery was what attracted me. I would like to know the facts and smiles aware that it was impossible. It was then that I came in, again, in a state of apprehension. But this time, I was able to better define what I felt: sorrow. Not physical, came from within, as if his chest would explode. I held the tears that wanted to appear out of control. I closed my eyes to shake off the devastating state of mind. But when I opened them, I realized I was alone. Her classmates, teachers, tourists, the guide, had evaporated. The onus, in absolute silence. Frightened to the point of wanting to scream, I was not able. I began to run from one room to another, even going upstairs until I heard her.
"Who are you?" I screamed in panic.
A young woman with golden hair appeared to me, wearing an elegant red dress that emphasized her cleavage. That face, white as that of a child, she was sad.
"I am the one who suffers constant torment. He was here the place of our meetings, Castel del Monte, but he is not there. I have never loved. "
His words made no sense to me. "Are you ... that I convey this feeling?" I asked. The silence was interrupted by a buzz of voices. The woman disappeared, and I remained petrified for a few minutes before you reach the courtyard where I found the people. Before I became aware of their appearance, I hoped that I awakened from this nightmare and to review the familiar faces of friends, friends of loved ones, and (I would never have said) that dell'esasperante Professor Martini. Instead, I saw that majestic figure prostrate on the present, from the look proud and regal bearing. Brave man, of great political and cultural depth, I could see Frederick II. I realized only after that, because of the emotion, my eyes were weeping. Wiped them quickly when I saw the first woman to be accompanied by a middle-aged man who went to the Emperor, "Have you met my daughter Bianca Lancia?"
"So much beauty I could never forget it. This would be a affront and good, do not you think? "replied the Emperor.
The young woman bowed, smiling. It was nice and friendly. What could he want from me? Because I would be attending such an event?
"Because my love was bittersweet," White said reading my thoughts. "One love, which I did not want to give up. A life of torment to enjoy that passion irreplaceable. ".
people appeared and disappeared as they were, I found myself in a room upstairs in front of a bed, where two people get their wish.
"What was the King?" I asked.
"You are my sunrise and my sunset, the beginning and the end of my being, "said Federico II, caressing her long hair of his wife.
"I do not believe you," White said with amusement.
"You were his bride?" I whispered. I was not gone so deeply into the life of the Emperor, I had stopped to Castel del Monte. But what I saw, made me want to know more.
White was still smiling. It did not look the same as I had appeared, her face sorry "What would he think if we sorprendesse Isabella?" Said the King
"Can not my love is not here," replied the man.
"Eri ... Its ... Lover? "I concluded.
A No! Boomed throughout the room making me jump with fright. The bed was gone, the room was again bare. "I was not just that!" White kept telling me, just that I could no longer see it. With my heart in my throat, I tried to follow his voice. "I was his true love," he said "the only one able to understand it. There was a single glance sufficed to become the one completing the other. Why do not you understand? You're like everybody else? Do you think I was just a hobby? ". (CONTINUED)
Saturday, October 30, 2010
What Tmobile Call Center Like?
Tales - A flower forever (part two)
Ana Maria de Jesus Ribeiro
© Salvo Andrea Figure
-2010 Lucio
Righi, rough and muscled lifeguard in Rimini, born in Argenta, about forty miles northwest, in the valley of Comacchio, the wooden tower was red like every day. June and July were spent on the Lido free "Waves of Sangiovese and the beginning of August, it was already the afternoon of the fourth, he promised havoc. Oh ... the only ones he combines them, great Tombeur de femmes sylphs of British fighters in the male Latin and German in search of stangone liebe Italian; what was literally melt in the sun as sorbets.
These were his daily thoughts on which gnawed and basking in the warm sun of Romagna. It was that which I think I see flickering flat in the waves of that afternoon: a red sun slowly plunged into the water. Dives and resurfaces, inside and out and ... "That may not be the sun - he said aloud, throwing away the Marlboro just turned on - the sun hits the water and nothing else."
remained unruffled. "Damn the hurry, I could savor the cigarette now," took the binoculars but passive and bored as he hung from the nail length, began to fire and saw that what had seemed a moment before the sun, now it was a brilliant one precious stone, a ruby \u200b\u200bscale never seen before.
And the jewel came and out of the water, slow as a slow ... Frank Sinatra. That precious was attached to a finger. Now, recognize that finger was, at that distance, even with the binoculars ... it would take the "Gino inch" of the yellow he was reading. Almost reluctantly took his tablet emergency from which hung, like the tail of a setter, a beautiful peak of about ten feet, jumped down from the tower, to first and ran towards the shore.
"Damn watermelon - snuffed while overwhelm take heart - and damn the tiramisu Graziella. But what he did, whale's milk, weighs in the stomach? ".
continued to run the water was still in the calves, without losing sight of that signal: the red ring that was on the water, almost to float like a cork.
Finally he was able to dive and his natural element, like a dolphin, he did go fast. A score of 45 strokes, while the feet whipping the water like propellers of the Andrea Doria, and was close to its target. He grabbed her hand and no sign of life ringed spread to his outstretched arm and muscular. He turned the face of that woman's body that had pulled up and beat him by just two big eyes blacks half open and not completely turned off and a long greasy hair and curly. That head rested gently on the table, so drawing it out of the water and began the journey back to shore.
The sun was now down on the horizon but still no sign of change for the sunset. Missing twenty minutes at nineteen, he calculated that he still had at least one hour of sunshine. Hit him in the desert but he was going to find on the beach. All swimmers, hundreds, perhaps thousands, who until a moment before had crowded the shore, were now gone and with their chairs and umbrellas.
The beach had assumed the appearance of a wild creek, smooth and undulating without any trace of human footprints on the arena, with the exception of his foot 45. Could only just get away glimpse of those beautiful cheeks of Lorraine, who with his Brazilian fuchsia costume had magnetized the whole beach, which immediately disappeared behind the eucalyptus that line the beach.
easily dragged ashore the woman is rescued and paused to take breath.
That woman was not dead, as he feared the moment was close to her, and a bit of breath was still lift his chest by the strong and firm breasts. Apparently he could have just twenty-eight to thirty years. She was dressed in a strange way it seemed ... a hippie from the seventies. On wearing a casacchina cotta-colored rope, a neck handkerchief panama red as that of Scout and her skirt, wide, transparent linen was white but stained with blood and mud. A slight swelling in the groin caught his attention. It seemed that of a pregnant woman. It was just mentioned, but he was not a doctor and not felt to check, for what he might understand. the sides, holding a belt of rough cloth tied a cylinder, a foot long was very old and full of scratches, made of leather, waxed and then put on weight because they resist water. He looked like a single block and at the top, the lid was glued to the rest of the tube with a labrum of wax so as to be airtight.
still watched the woman for a moment he had forgotten that he was a lifeguard and that its main purpose should be to safeguard the lives of the poor. He bent over her approaching, the beautiful face of the drowning and called to memory the sequence of resuscitation. Breathing and carotid pulse there. There was, however, the state of consciousness. He turned to instruct anyone in the audience to call 118 but found that he was alone, terribly alone. For the second time seemed oblivious of his craft. 'After the woman was breathing by herself - she thought - would resume soon. Who knows what it contains cylinder '.
pulled out of the emergency that led to backpack shoulder strap, a diving knife and blew up the wax. The hole looked like the sight of an old pirate ogle and saw a sheet of yellowish paper, as the ancient rice paper, rolled around another smaller package. This was immediately seen as a map of a place that is not immediately recognized, the larger one, however, once unrolled put on display a beautiful but fast writing done in black ink, still intact. The water had not penetrated into the case.
He looked around for appearances do not like. He felt like a thief in search those things are not their own, began to read: "
2 August '49. Peppino dear, take care.
The bearer of this to me is a person of great trust and confidence, so please have respect for her, especially as most of you could not. As you will know for sure Rome has fallen, despite the brave resistance of Villa Corsini and just lucky we were able to escape the chase of the French. We are, however, conversely, hunted by the Austrians under the command of Field Marshal of bitter and a manhunt is no less harsh. Hazy in the background can be glimpsed in the form of ravenous beasts Austrians, chasing their prey. The good fortune was to Romagna in heart and noble mind, as its inhabitants, and so through the marshes of Comacchio moving like water snakes: elusive, slippery, fast. As a cottage house, from town to town, I find that applause ...
Ana Maria de Jesus Ribeiro
© Salvo Andrea Figure
-2010 Lucio
Righi, rough and muscled lifeguard in Rimini, born in Argenta, about forty miles northwest, in the valley of Comacchio, the wooden tower was red like every day. June and July were spent on the Lido free "Waves of Sangiovese and the beginning of August, it was already the afternoon of the fourth, he promised havoc. Oh ... the only ones he combines them, great Tombeur de femmes sylphs of British fighters in the male Latin and German in search of stangone liebe Italian; what was literally melt in the sun as sorbets.
These were his daily thoughts on which gnawed and basking in the warm sun of Romagna. It was that which I think I see flickering flat in the waves of that afternoon: a red sun slowly plunged into the water. Dives and resurfaces, inside and out and ... "That may not be the sun - he said aloud, throwing away the Marlboro just turned on - the sun hits the water and nothing else."
remained unruffled. "Damn the hurry, I could savor the cigarette now," took the binoculars but passive and bored as he hung from the nail length, began to fire and saw that what had seemed a moment before the sun, now it was a brilliant one precious stone, a ruby \u200b\u200bscale never seen before.
And the jewel came and out of the water, slow as a slow ... Frank Sinatra. That precious was attached to a finger. Now, recognize that finger was, at that distance, even with the binoculars ... it would take the "Gino inch" of the yellow he was reading. Almost reluctantly took his tablet emergency from which hung, like the tail of a setter, a beautiful peak of about ten feet, jumped down from the tower, to first and ran towards the shore. "Damn watermelon - snuffed while overwhelm take heart - and damn the tiramisu Graziella. But what he did, whale's milk, weighs in the stomach? ".
continued to run the water was still in the calves, without losing sight of that signal: the red ring that was on the water, almost to float like a cork.
Finally he was able to dive and his natural element, like a dolphin, he did go fast. A score of 45 strokes, while the feet whipping the water like propellers of the Andrea Doria, and was close to its target. He grabbed her hand and no sign of life ringed spread to his outstretched arm and muscular. He turned the face of that woman's body that had pulled up and beat him by just two big eyes blacks half open and not completely turned off and a long greasy hair and curly. That head rested gently on the table, so drawing it out of the water and began the journey back to shore.
The sun was now down on the horizon but still no sign of change for the sunset. Missing twenty minutes at nineteen, he calculated that he still had at least one hour of sunshine. Hit him in the desert but he was going to find on the beach. All swimmers, hundreds, perhaps thousands, who until a moment before had crowded the shore, were now gone and with their chairs and umbrellas.
The beach had assumed the appearance of a wild creek, smooth and undulating without any trace of human footprints on the arena, with the exception of his foot 45. Could only just get away glimpse of those beautiful cheeks of Lorraine, who with his Brazilian fuchsia costume had magnetized the whole beach, which immediately disappeared behind the eucalyptus that line the beach.
easily dragged ashore the woman is rescued and paused to take breath.
That woman was not dead, as he feared the moment was close to her, and a bit of breath was still lift his chest by the strong and firm breasts. Apparently he could have just twenty-eight to thirty years. She was dressed in a strange way it seemed ... a hippie from the seventies. On wearing a casacchina cotta-colored rope, a neck handkerchief panama red as that of Scout and her skirt, wide, transparent linen was white but stained with blood and mud. A slight swelling in the groin caught his attention. It seemed that of a pregnant woman. It was just mentioned, but he was not a doctor and not felt to check, for what he might understand. the sides, holding a belt of rough cloth tied a cylinder, a foot long was very old and full of scratches, made of leather, waxed and then put on weight because they resist water. He looked like a single block and at the top, the lid was glued to the rest of the tube with a labrum of wax so as to be airtight.
still watched the woman for a moment he had forgotten that he was a lifeguard and that its main purpose should be to safeguard the lives of the poor. He bent over her approaching, the beautiful face of the drowning and called to memory the sequence of resuscitation. Breathing and carotid pulse there. There was, however, the state of consciousness. He turned to instruct anyone in the audience to call 118 but found that he was alone, terribly alone. For the second time seemed oblivious of his craft. 'After the woman was breathing by herself - she thought - would resume soon. Who knows what it contains cylinder '. pulled out of the emergency that led to backpack shoulder strap, a diving knife and blew up the wax. The hole looked like the sight of an old pirate ogle and saw a sheet of yellowish paper, as the ancient rice paper, rolled around another smaller package. This was immediately seen as a map of a place that is not immediately recognized, the larger one, however, once unrolled put on display a beautiful but fast writing done in black ink, still intact. The water had not penetrated into the case.
He looked around for appearances do not like. He felt like a thief in search those things are not their own, began to read: "2 August '49. Peppino dear, take care.
The bearer of this to me is a person of great trust and confidence, so please have respect for her, especially as most of you could not. As you will know for sure Rome has fallen, despite the brave resistance of Villa Corsini and just lucky we were able to escape the chase of the French. We are, however, conversely, hunted by the Austrians under the command of Field Marshal of bitter and a manhunt is no less harsh. Hazy in the background can be glimpsed in the form of ravenous beasts Austrians, chasing their prey. The good fortune was to Romagna in heart and noble mind, as its inhabitants, and so through the marshes of Comacchio moving like water snakes: elusive, slippery, fast. As a cottage house, from town to town, I find that applause ...
Friday, October 29, 2010
Begie Bathroom Colors
Tales Salvo Part
Emma
- part 1
(from "Tales of the Lifeguard of Rimini")
© Christmas Figure
Emma was really happy
Emma - part 1
(from "Tales of the Lifeguard of Rimini")
© Christmas Figure
Emma was really happy : Xavier had sought in marriage, as she had predicted for some time and just as he had hoped in his heart. 
Xavier was presented suddenly that late summer morning in his brilliant uniform of the Dragon King in the bright sword at his side and his hat in his hand. He knocked firmly on the door of his house and asked her to Mary, the maid who had opened.
She had eagerly awaited, as it always was, sitting in blue walking up and down on the vast Iranian carpet, stopping occasionally to wander with their eyes out in the flower garden, an imposing figure, austere blacks under the mustache, in love since deep into the dark eyes. Xavier was presented suddenly that late summer morning in his brilliant uniform of the Dragon King in the bright sword at his side and his hat in his hand. He knocked firmly on the door of his house and asked her to Mary, the maid who had opened. Emma loved everything about him, his manners rustic, strong military by his frank and direct look that softened looking at her, his deep voice that seemed to soften talking. Now he knew that languor explained that he took in when he was away and that fire that warmed his limbs when he was near. Love ... she was sure, it was Love, the capital, the eternal, the infinite one. What she had never felt before in all his twenty years of his life happy. entry was rapid in the living room and receiving a surprise when he stopped to look out the window. He had turned suddenly, with two long strides he had reached and not to mention he had taken his arms and hold him staring into his eyes with his magnetic eyes. Only a moment and then with a hint of a smile in the face of austere said: "Emma, \u200b\u200bmy dear, my Sweet Emma, \u200b\u200bwill you marry me? "He had not thought at all and radiant face," Yes, "he replied in a whisper. "Now ... tomorrow "he continued with him now a serious expression in his eyes, fit it into the ring a ring adorned with a huge ruby. "Except my uncle, the Bishop, we wait for tomorrow afternoon at the Cathedral ... "
" But why, why my love so fast ... Sunday because the function of the Holy? Only four more days to confirm to the relatives and friends, who had awaited this event, "he said, stroking the ring. "Why Sunday, Emma, \u200b\u200bmy dear, I'll be off from Rimini join my regiment in preparation for the war against the Austrians for the liberation of Venice. We do not have any more time in front of us and I already regret not having asked first to marry ... I arranged everything and even your agree ... I just wanted your consent. " So ended with Xavier, a soft note of pain in his words.
Emma was really unhappy
: Xavier since he started, and with him his brother Lino not even a letter, a message ... And that Sunday, two days after the marriage, the Holy Mass, he prayed long kneeling before the high altar, the white robe and a white headscarf to cover their hair. 'God, I beg you in the Your infinite goodness, rendimelo safe and sound ... ' so murmured to herself. Bishop, from the pulpit elevated bronze stained with the deeds of the saint, offer words of consolation to her and all women whose husbands were now on the borders of Veneto pending orders for the coming war. But more than words was the tone in which he had given comfort to the ears and that went to the heart of this mass to the sacred rite. were prepared, women, the separation from husbands who had come to the notices of call to arms, perhaps all but Emma ... too cool wife to accept and admit that his love had just found out so much already. " But why, why my love so fast ... Sunday because the function of the Holy? Only four more days to confirm to the relatives and friends, who had awaited this event, "he said, stroking the ring. "Why Sunday, Emma, \u200b\u200bmy dear, I'll be off from Rimini join my regiment in preparation for the war against the Austrians for the liberation of Venice. We do not have any more time in front of us and I already regret not having asked first to marry ... I arranged everything and even your agree ... I just wanted your consent. " So ended with Xavier, a soft note of pain in his words.
Emma was really unhappy
Emma with her twenty years as filled with joy and now filled with sadness and prayed, his eyes swollen with tears not allow her to see her around the real world, detached from everything and everybody.
'Why, God .. why have you made so happy ... and now so cruelly saddened 'sometimes brooding in the mind. And immediately he regretted his outburst of this and came to pray to God, Jesus, Mary and All Saints, as his mother had taught her, that they had pity on her grief and grant you the joy and happiness in the long desired and finally found. The King's Regiment of Dragoons advanced compact with the horses abreast in row three squadrons deployed in less than a stone's throw from each other. The were now close to enemy lines. The colonel had been ordered to reach the infantry which, crossed from the south boundaries of the Veneto region had reached the flat, had settled in the bushes and rocks waiting for the promised reinforcements. At that level the Cavalry had good space for maneuver at a gallop making charges against the enemy lines that could be seen at the bottom and then the soldiers, attacking with bayonets, they had their moment of glory by shooting, hitting, slaughtering, stabbing enemies and, hopefully, turning in flight to the lands of the South. So the generals had planned
Piedmont Council of War in the rear. And so wished
Volunteers Tuscany and all over Italy flocked to the call to arms and Patriots of Lombardy, Veneto and Friuli regions converged in their ranks.
is so desirable in their hearts the Venetians remained within the city walls waiting for the long-awaited liberation and reunification with the rest of Italy.
(continued)
Piedmont Council of War in the rear. And so wished
Volunteers Tuscany and all over Italy flocked to the call to arms and Patriots of Lombardy, Veneto and Friuli regions converged in their ranks.
is so desirable in their hearts the Venetians remained within the city walls waiting for the long-awaited liberation and reunification with the rest of Italy.
(continued)
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Pressure Points On Neck To Make Someone Sleep
I never concerned nor art nor anything that was related to it.
The top of the third year school trip included a visit in Andria, near Bari, near Castel del Monte. What did I know of that lovely piece of architecture? To this I respond. Professor Martini, history teacher, was very fussy about it. I had to study the history of the castle, learning tested with a long and agonizing question. However, I was surprised at how the mysterious charm of the place had attracted my curiosity.
Built between 1229 and 1249, by Frederick II of Hoenstaufen, the "stupor mundi", was considered an original structure imbued with symbolic meanings. Unfortunately, over the years suffered a state of disrepair, used as a prison or a haven for bandits before being purchased by the Italian who commissioned the works necessary for the restoration. In 1996 it became part of UNESCO world heritage, thanks to well-proportioned forms. The most essential characteristic of the castle was in the octagonal structure, with eight towers, a number that appeared in many details. Some historians argued that the castle would reflect the soul of Frederick, as if the king wanted to give every detail in his multifaceted personality. Federico II loved that Puglia is known for sure, who would like to grow what was described as stone flower, was due to that feeling gutted.
"Look, Delia, Luke is staring at you from a lot," she whispered in my ear Ines.
"Ignore it" was my reply.
"For you it is easy to snub a nice guy, right?" Broke Licia overlooking the back seat.
"I'm not interested in who plays with the feelings of others. Change girlfriend every two days, "I explained.
"I do not think" I rest assured of my convictions.
"We are almost there," Professor Martin hastened to give instructions to his pupils "I beseech you formed an orderly queue and do not push." \u200b\u200b "Yes, Teacher!" We replied in unison. 
detained the bus, despite the recommendations of-l'insegnante, appears more like a crazed herd that high school students.
"Please, guys!" Repeated the Professor in vain. "Silence!" Was backed by Professor of Mathematics Vitali. He was a tall and sturdy, with thick gray beard. His questions were our suffering, is a rapid descent to hell, through applications to trap and looks ironclad. It was the only one who could intimidate students and be able to get some respect. "If not formed an orderly queue within a minute, you are well prepared to go back on the bus." detained the bus, despite the recommendations of-l'insegnante, appears more like a crazed herd that high school students. 
"Someone tell me," coughed the Martini "which are the characteristics of the entrance?" the usual Saputelli raise your hand. "Romano" my last name thundered in the air. The fellow turned to look. "I noticed an interest in this building, it will inform the entire class." Embarrassed at having to repeat here, in the open air, I took a deep breath before answering. "The portal, made of coral rubble, limestone and marble, as well as other elements of the castle, has two statues of lions, one with an eye toward the sunrise at the winter solstice, the other with a glance pointing in the direction of sunrise at the summer solstice. The steps are placed on either side, so that anyone who does not supply the bait back to the castle. It is interpreted as a form of respect for Frederick II. ".
"Exactly," confirmed Professor "but there is another curiosity: looking at the portal closed, you can see a detail. Imagining you divide it into equal parts you will notice two F, one of the footprints left by the emperor, is not it interesting? ". "Yes, Professor," replied the pupil, it was clear their disinterest. was when I entered the building that something disturbed me. The feeling of a rock that weighed on my heart increased with every step as if, at any moment, something terrible would happen. (CONTINUED)
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Antique Cristal Bowl Punch
CHAHACK
Arturo Tallini plays CHAHACK - chaconne hack for Guitar or
any other instrument-ensemble and audiotrack
• see a VideoClip
Febr. 15th 2010, Frankfurt It. Kulturinst.
Febr. 14th, 2010, Hamburg It. Kulturinst.
Febr. 13th, 2010, Wolfsburg It. Kulturinst.
Nov. 4th 2010, Jõhvi Conc. Hall
Nov. 5th, 2010, Tartu Vanemuise Conc. Hall
Nov. 4th 2010, Tallinn Town Hall Conc
Nov. 4th 2010, Pamu Chamber Hall
Oct. 21st 2010, Sevilla , International Guitar Competition
Apr. 1st 2009, University Central Florida, Orlando
May 16 Bologna Goethe Zentrum ,
May 08 Toledo Fundación Guerrero or
• CHAHACK: chaconne under hack, intrusion into the chaconne for excellence "for all sorts of stromenti sonar." A chaconne moving diverted to a path that absorbs the most diverse sound experiences.
But it is a journey. It 's the front door into a stream of acoustic vicissitudes , a stream of ideas with a dedication to the gestures of the musicians, attitudes executive, the freedom of interpretation, looking for opportunities marked the boundary between the score and those not yet occurred or read between the lines.
Lively, in the sense of constantly alive to manipulate a stream of evocative dance-dances to force us not digress into a score-recreated each time the brightness of his signs and his interpreter. mp
Arturo Tallini plays CHAHACK - chaconne hack for Guitar or
any other instrument-ensemble and audiotrack • see a VideoClip
Febr. 15th 2010, Frankfurt It. Kulturinst.
Febr. 14th, 2010, Hamburg It. Kulturinst.
Febr. 13th, 2010, Wolfsburg It. Kulturinst.
Nov. 4th 2010, Jõhvi Conc. Hall
Nov. 5th, 2010, Tartu Vanemuise Conc. Hall
Nov. 4th 2010, Tallinn Town Hall Conc
Nov. 4th 2010, Pamu Chamber Hall
Oct. 21st 2010, Sevilla , International Guitar Competition
Apr. 1st 2009, University Central Florida, Orlando
May 16 Bologna Goethe Zentrum ,
May 08 Toledo Fundación Guerrero or
• CHAHACK: chaconne under hack, intrusion into the chaconne for excellence "for all sorts of stromenti sonar." A chaconne moving diverted to a path that absorbs the most diverse sound experiences.
But it is a journey. It 's the front door into a stream of acoustic vicissitudes , a stream of ideas with a dedication to the gestures of the musicians, attitudes executive, the freedom of interpretation, looking for opportunities marked the boundary between the score and those not yet occurred or read between the lines. Lively, in the sense of constantly alive to manipulate a stream of evocative dance-dances to force us not digress into a score-recreated each time the brightness of his signs and his interpreter. mp
Monday, October 25, 2010
2009 Skidoo Tundra Cover For Sale
Tales Valeria Emma - A flower forever (Part One)
Oh! Boh!?
© Paolo Leonelli
- Look what you think?
- How?
- You say you! 
- Me?
Oh! Boh!?
© Paolo Leonelli
- Look what you think?
- How?
- You say you!
- Me? - Yes - Why?
- But you know, you say ... - What's up?
- but that so and so ...
- What?
- Come on ...
- But from what?
- Oh, yes by ...
- What do you mean, do you want?
- Wow, possible?
- Oh! But then ...
- Seriously, I tell you now what you say ...
- But they say who?
- All!
- Se ... all us?
- Really, all.
- You can not.
- Oh yes!
- But damn it ...
- Eh, unfortunately.
- And now?
- And what do I know!
- Oh! Boh!?
Friday, October 22, 2010
Red Lines On Projections
ELETTRICOdrum
first performance of ELETTRICOdrum, music Maurizio Pisano , commissioned by Festival MilanoMusica2010 , Theatre Elf Puccini, Shakespeare Hall, Milan, 25th october 2010 h20.30
Electric Guitar Elena Casoli
Percussion Matteo Bonanni
Electronics Walter Prati
"Both the song whisper from a lamp or the voice of the storm, is the breath of evening or moan of the sea around you, always watch your back a vasta melodia intessuta Tues mille voci, da un punto dove il tuo all'altro Assolo trova spazio. Sapere quando fare la tua è entrata il segreto della tua solitudine. "
Be it the singing of a lamp or the voice of the storm, it was the breathing of the night by the groans of the sea, surrounds you-always wakes behind you a broad melody, woven of a thousand voices, in which only here and there, your solo has room. Knowing when to invade you, that's the mystery of your loneliness. (RM Rilke, melody of things - Appunti sulla melodia delle cose - XVI)
Electric Guitar Elena Casoli
Percussion Matteo Bonanni
Electronics Walter Prati
"Both the song whisper from a lamp or the voice of the storm, is the breath of evening or moan of the sea around you, always watch your back a vasta melodia intessuta Tues mille voci, da un punto dove il tuo all'altro Assolo trova spazio. Sapere quando fare la tua è entrata il segreto della tua solitudine. "
Be it the singing of a lamp or the voice of the storm, it was the breathing of the night by the groans of the sea, surrounds you-always wakes behind you a broad melody, woven of a thousand voices, in which only here and there, your solo has room. Knowing when to invade you, that's the mystery of your loneliness. (RM Rilke, melody of things - Appunti sulla melodia delle cose - XVI)
Saturday, October 16, 2010
Monday, October 11, 2010
Hamilton Beach Hb-p90d23al-dj Manual
Yesterday one of my readers, one of those who know me personally, I threw them 'I saw that your blog is still a bit'', yes I am lazy. The truth is that this space would like to begin to manage it in more detail but I have yet to develop the cut that I'd give the thing, then consider that if the blog becomes the mirror of my inner turmoil, there will be difficult to understand that I had recently a little 'stop waiting for some things to happen (and quite a few' I'm not happened) and I'm looking for alternative ways to go where I want to go.
Waiting to get to a propina then you look today, all in black (the rest is what you expected Monday, a purple dress?) with two red details: belt and lipstick. The hair has exploded, and because the photo is one and the only one not coming too out of focus.
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Thank You Note For Pastor Funeral Service
Quartet's Dilemma
Resumption 2010; MATHEMATICS WITH DELITTO15-October 31, 2010 h. 21:00 Theatre Oscar - Milan
Via Lattanzio 58 h. 21:00 QUARTET 'Dilemma
music by Maurizio Pisati for The Prisoner's Dilemma by Richard
Mini
direction Valentina Colorni
scientific consultancy Alberto Colorni , Roberto Lucchetti ,
with Maria Eugenia D'Aquino
Resumption 2010; MATHEMATICS WITH DELITTO15-October 31, 2010 h. 21:00 Theatre Oscar - Milan
Via Lattanzio 58 h. 21:00 QUARTET 'Dilemma music by Maurizio Pisati for The Prisoner's Dilemma by Richard
Mini
direction Valentina Colorni
scientific consultancy Alberto Colorni , Roberto Lucchetti ,
with Maria Eugenia D'Aquino
and Richard Magherini
light designer Fulvio Michelazzi .
light designer Fulvio Michelazzi .
Project TELLING THE SCIENCE / mathematically possible by Maria Eugenia D'Aquino and Valentina Colorni PACT. Theatres of - TeatroInMatematica - ScienzaInScena , Politecnico di Milano , Effediesse , INAF-Osservatorio Astronomico di Brera , National Library Braidense , University of Turin
• In scene in one evening two mathematical theories are facing. Detected with different theatrical languages \u200b\u200btwo mathematical models of reality, Graph Theory and the Theory of Games, reveal their secrets. Two shows, 7 bridges and the prisoner's dilemma, one comic and one tragic, both "yellow", to realize con divertimento e suspense che la matematica ci accompagna nella vita di tutti i giorni.
• A musical ethic solution for the so called "prisoner's dilemma", often used in mathematic and experimental economics, to analyze social or financial problems. Two parts may fight or find a balance in between of cooperation and personal advantage. Four concrete acoustic situations -cold, telephone, radio, noises in the attic- flows on stage in a superdilemma originating a final unique four-subject quartet. mp
• In scene in one evening two mathematical theories are facing. Detected with different theatrical languages \u200b\u200btwo mathematical models of reality, Graph Theory and the Theory of Games, reveal their secrets. Two shows, 7 bridges and the prisoner's dilemma, one comic and one tragic, both "yellow", to realize con divertimento e suspense che la matematica ci accompagna nella vita di tutti i giorni.
• A musical ethic solution for the so called "prisoner's dilemma", often used in mathematic and experimental economics, to analyze social or financial problems. Two parts may fight or find a balance in between of cooperation and personal advantage. Four concrete acoustic situations -cold, telephone, radio, noises in the attic- flows on stage in a superdilemma originating a final unique four-subject quartet. mp
Friday, October 1, 2010
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