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Goodbye 2010 ... Welcome 2011 ...

blogghini Hello friends this morning ... listening to the radio, the speaker asked, what to throw away the 2010?

I start I said everything! (I sometimes take a negative and pessimistic é.è) ..

but then my mom said no! do not throw anything, are always gifts from the Lord, the bad things that good things come ...
and I, both Lover of Angels, I should have known, and that we must never lose hope that in future, perhaps not far away, so we want something to happen .. just think: after all, but I'm missing?! because for some bad episode I delete them also beautiful? So, do not throw anything away, and I keep all my big luggage, so one day I can say that it is full of things!
Even you wish you can fill your bags with beautiful things, but also, of things that will not serve to make the same mistakes ..
Thousand Greetings to those who do not stop at appearances and who does not judge but also to those who do it and try to look beyond, to the helpers neighbor, who is kind to those who can understand, to those who listen, who knows and knows how to correct mistakes, to those who can forgive and forgive ... A thousand greetings to all the people I met through this space, people passaggioe of which were those who continued to follow ..
Thousand Greetings to everyone, because everyone deserves a better tomorrow!

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Happy Birthday ...

Merry Christmas to ... ..

This is the first Christmas that I celebrate with you the "World Virtual ".. then there is little of Virtual why people I met through my blogghino are all really fantastic, and for this I am very lucky! I hope to share many more good times with you, seriously!

Well I do not mean the usual things for granted, like I hope that this Christmas brings peace, serenity because there should be only at Christmas, but still .... like altruism and generosity 'in these ... days we always talk about sad things and people who do not have our fortunes, well I think that we should not think only in this period to these people and prove to be generous every day with small gestures!

See what I have in hand? E 'the elf of cuddles and hugs, and I will send many, many ...

while me and my little dog Few will do my most sincere wishes for a Merry Christmas , even though he already yawning, oblivious to the fact that it will make the small hours as gifts are discarded at midnight .....!!!



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Well, in fact, Sonia (La Bottega delle Fate) made me think, the first post I wanted to dedicate hours only to tell you a little fairy as I did ..
haired start .. I'm done with the cord, (not the same tent but that's okay!) Usually in the house is thrown here and there, but I "recycle" everything, in short, I took the cord and I "opened" once I've ironed Filini obtained with the straightener and I got straight hair!
The dress .. the bodice is made from pieces of polystyrene (I had not bought the Snow = D), while the skirt and the wings are made of plastic pieces of a white BOTTLE "deformed" by the dryer heat, that once you can do manual forms that you like, carefully and handle with care .. Risk: BURNS!
the snowflake I bought it .. she is a paste of corn ... what else ... I do not forget anything .... mhm .... no ...!! and that's it!
a mega big kiss! Soon ...

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.. no I'm not talking about the kids of Heidi, but a little fairy ...

The other day it snowed here (OO brrrrr) ... and a snowflake I found her

is an ice dancer .. and when you the dance of snow starts to snow (then she was ... to make it snow here it only takes a magic!) also her dress is made of ice and snow, like the wings .... hand ... has an ice crystal is so small it fits on a snowflake ...



I get cold just looking at it ...



Days magical winter

Magic in the park ...
soften
eyes
fascinated by small diamonds

rents come down from heaven.
In a dream, fantastic ...
close them ... and here they appear
, winged little fairies ...
Vivona solitary, sometimes in groups
draw
and chisel snowflakes ..

only in absolute silence we can hear the slight inceder
discern the white blanket on the brown trees

their small footprints.
dressed in bright clothes bright with wings

cavalcan magical horses.
Han character shy and reserved
silent no one can see them but their scent

feel for the whole season:
essence of chestnut and lime
feeling of ice and fire together
that fill the air and thrilling experience

and wellness happiness.
precious friend
the imaginary fairies

clear morning when the frost bites
bones and makes the heavy work. I just think

to wrap the wonderful feeling of winter

who knows fireplace
hot chocolate ..
smile and weighs more than the hard work
while slight, descends from heaven, and the park
snow white dreams, cloaked.


( poem taken from poesieracconti )

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busy week that passed, in which I have collected a lot of worries and concerns.
The women I know talk about the impossibility of reconciliation: those who have had twins and now is confronted with the inclusion of the nest, but those who start at 40 and the father admitted to hospital with pneumonia difficult to cure, but those who are twins hail them already, but being laid off, it is not taken into consideration in the talks because of its offspring ....
short, a female universe taken with the "usual" family issues, big and small. Universes in which husbands are, are, are doing their best.
So what?

I would say, that now is the time when we stop to feel "equal" and accept our differences. That is healthy, beautiful and irreplaceable. Are we the balance of mood family, we know that we are the psychological nuances, we who play a balance of commencement. Our husbands, even good ones, often do not reach us, are - just - different.
So if we recognize this, we also understand that it is necessary, at least for certain periods of life, work less. If not we will always be hamstrung in their work.
themselves as being equal is too high a penalty to pay when you have twins or a sick father, and a price that we pay just us.

My proposal is to explain this "agreement" with our husbands and the community at least seek compensation and pension. Husbands to a private pension to supplement the lean we're going to take it or because we have not worked, or because we are subject Orrido pay gap. The community, where their husbands are not there, the same thing.

I know that many of my readers will be affected by these words, but I really believe that we can not go on like this. We can not always pay on their own, with a superlative stress, with a constant concern, our desire for motherhood.
And then many other women, without children, think like us. If we can not formalize
80% of working time, at least keep the official timetable, without being taken by the syndrome of presenteeism.
And again, we try to be objective in scheduling commitments.

After we showed the world that wonderwoman, day after day it continues at exactly the same. And our super heroism nobody remembers.
Girls, you become smart!

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topos of Soniaaaaaaaaa

blogghini Hello friends ...... pending the arrival of my baby, almost done, born thanks to the cold these days that inspired me, I participate, and I invite you to participate, the candy of Sonia (La Bottega delle Fate) ... as usual for the rules I leave to visit his blogghino! not miss this opportunity ...!!!!

soon good weekend

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Since my arrival in Nuoro after the forced exile in Nigeria until the moment when we said goodbye to the fringes' great for guests holed up in the imperial suite of SuGologone, now I have the impression that they spent only a few minutes.
But if 'I focus a moment in thinking about details, and I realize that' the success of any and every second spent in the "double vortex" had a different taste.
To give these flavors in the memory I'll try ', therefore, to identify the stages more' meaningful.





The final choice of clothing:
One of the key 'was definitely the choice of apparel for the ceremony. For obvious impediments professional (Nigeria is not 'exactly around the corner!) is the choice of my dress and 'consumed in that of Nuoro, just days before the wedding. Dress very classic and full support (even psychologically!) From sellers, parents and the bride. Everyone around to examine, evaluate, move, pull, suggest and appreciate.
After months of absolute depersonalization and aridity 'African hell, I am completely immersed in the atmosphere enveloping and reassuring of my land and my emotions. What
only be loved and have a common history. What only be known and recognized. What we are today and 'the result of the intensity' with which we interact with others yesterday.

Witnesses vs Priest "-3 dawn"
A vibration that I want to immortalize the memory certainly coincides with the moment when, along with witnesses and Manuela, we went to talk to the priest, just days after the fateful date . A perfect scene from the movie.
The groom and the bride, after years of shared emotions and experiences abroad, you are almost forced by circumstances to formalize their wish to be together, in the place that represents the origin, which gave him an identity 'and that mysteriously attracts them and repels them. Attracts them because 'is the comforting certainty of a place in one way or another sooner or later it will return', rejects them because 'return coincides with the culmination ... and feel alive is to run, do not get!
's night, and discovered that the church' and it is always open 'for all, to transmit a single magic moment.
Inside there is' a surreal atmosphere. I look in the shadows those marble statues in places suffering, those paintings that recall the apocalyptic scenes and celestial. The echo of footsteps on the cold floor sounds like a voice and eyes staring in the face of Jesus' I expect any minute to talk to or who can give me a sign, perhaps by moving the mouth or raising an eyebrow. Don Aldo
we would receive as a perfect landlord and asks us to wait a moment.
we all stay silent to enjoy our corner of inner reflection. Each of us are living different lives in different places, according to dynamics unique and unrepeatable. For a moment I think it absorbed into the race of life, is really a rarity 'by being all of them together and ready to confess in church after decades.
I do not know what others have said to Don Aldo, and I know 'that sum and more than 10 years' of humanity' does not count, what matters is' the feeling of being honest 'in speaking to the present. Exciting!

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The first thought just opened my eyes and 'thought was a fascinating and serene ... I thought: "I want to enjoy every second of this magical day and more ', at least in the next three hours, I do not have to do is stay in my house and get people smiling and happy to share my joy." And so
'a bit' at a time, between a handshake, a kiss, a hug and an intercom, the house is empty and 'gradually filled, becoming key Nuoro in the fair copy of a Hollywood party. How nice to have all friends and family historians them with you while you sip and savor the sweet myrtle a more 'good in the world, purchased in most stores' and renowned Nuoro Oliena from my mother and the mother Manuela. Entertain guests in the balcony, showing to strangers the fabulous views of the city 'by the magic of perspective and a group photo and one I enjoy a warm September sun matin characteristic of Nuoro.
Only the arrival of Mauro, my future brother-brother of the bride and her witness, she was like waking from that dream of enjoyment. It was obviously there for me, to accompany me as usual at the bride's home.

The arrival home of the bride
Who knows' how many times did you 'happen to see to pass through the streets of your town,' the classic car of the newlyweds. Pleasantly annoyed by the repeated beeps are sure that at least once you too have incusiositi peeked through the windows. Imagine for a second to be inside the car "peek", while retaining the excitement on your way to the stronghold of the bride.
Outside the car, life goes on as usual, but inside everything is amplified.
Then arrive at your destination, park the car and up the stairs and see the flowers, decorations, people smile and even if you have not realized yet what is going well ... the birthday you!
Then you open the door, your mother-in-law welcomes you excited than ever and sees the flash of the photographer starting to repeat a few steps away.
And then here's the vision. See your girlfriend wear a wedding dress and magically 'something that surprises and really breathtaking. To say the least beautiful!
We look at both for a few minutes, saying nothing, simply smiled satisfactorily. We say goodbye and let us meet in the church.
It 'definitely a magical moment ... and the clouds so 'disturbing place to have a warm but beautiful sunny september.

Arrival Church in the fateful "YES"
As usual I came first in the tiny Church of solitude, accompanied by my parents and their pleasant emotion. During the short drive I've enjoyed their every comment, every jolt them and also the nervousness of the moment. Even Nuoro, out there, seen through the windows of the car, seemed to want to join the party in its comforting estate '.
Then suddenly the car stops. The front is' a micro church full of history and charm, placed at the foot of Mount Ortobene in the historic district of St. Peter, where as a child I fought many battles with a ball between your feet. The Church and 'packed and beautifully decorated, and as I approach the entrance, arm in arm with my mother, I seem to be the real protagonist of a film. I do not know where to turn around, everyone calls me, I have lived with each of their adventures, follies, likes and dislikes ... and now all there for me and Manuela, to share this moment of passion.
I dwell on this thought for a few seconds and release yet another mental snapshot. Opposite the entrance greets me
Don Aldo and once again, as would a good host, invites us to enter. A few minutes later I get Manuela in the distance, accompanied by her brother. An entrance to superstar! All eyes are on her and her beautiful dress. The coming down the aisle to the altar of the Church and micro 'long and difficult. Thousand handshakes, hugs stolen one thousand frantically ... oh look who's'! Hello beautiful, hello beautiful ... in a moment ... !
And here we are. The moment of truth 'and' come ... and it 'a wonderful time!
front of us, the priest began to celebrate the rite, a ritual that doubt in most cases is perceived as a nuisance before the real party. But not in this case. The first two words were enough to transform the ritual in a moment of reflection and the priest in Don Aldo.
The pronunciation of the fateful "Yes", the exchange of rings, readings, looks happy with the witnesses, the emotion of Manuela and the words of Don Aldo has really touched everyone present. A couple
launched in full swing, working to discover the world, returning to our roots to share his desire to stay together, the one place that knows who you are ...
Then a kiss, a look of understanding after watching the rings and the silence we plunge back into the magnificent chaos of the party, late night ... as befits a "wedding special"!

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now among the Nerazzurri fans, is an increasingly common thought: the lawyer Giuseppe Prisco, vice president of Inter legendary in these days marks the ninth anniversary of the death took a cold December 12, 2001, decided to leave just to be able to enjoy one of the strongest Italian teams of all time - the battleship capable of Massimo Moratti in six years to win something like thirteen trophies which, though of glamor boys coach Benitez Paiano about a month and a half pathologically convoluted and psycho-physically apart, in a week in Abu Dhabi could become fourteen - The best location possible: Paradise. A place that, in recent seasons, very rich in satisfaction, the proponents of the Beloved have metaphorically often touched with a finger and to which, a reminder of the famous Peppino and play him more sympathetic (the monumental Giacinto Facchetti), hours of triumph have invariably directed their loving dedication.
A fan with fans, as fan of all fans: this and more has been Prisco, a name very difficult to quote without necessarily closer to the whole word, like saying, without mentioning the words Rimini sea and disco. Born in Milan 10 December 1921 by the Neapolitan father (also prince of the hole) and Mother North Lieutenant of the mountain just nineteen years with a silver medal for military valor conferred following the terrible invasion of Russia which had miraculously survived, graduated in Law in 1944 and president of the Lombard capital from 1967 to 1982: three great loves - family, black pen, the profession - to which he always approached quarter, indelibly stained by the colors of the most noble Milanese team, a company for which a child lost her head passionately and where in 1950 he entered the Council with the post of Secretary before becoming Vice President continuously since July 1963, when Angelo Moratti, linked to from Peppino a sincere relationship of affection and mutual respect, made him such. Inter have truly represented his life adored for seventy years, where, in addition to the motions caused by the joyful collection of trophies that periodically Biscione gave him, it was often made famous for its spectacular beats of pungent, witty and never vulgar irony reserved for the two historical antagonists Juventus and AC Milan, who in recent seasons, including the disastrous fall of the Old Lady in Serie B (which, without any sort of busybody, is no longer capable of winning anything, and therefore the claim dissennatamente tricolor others) and the large delays in the championship earned on pentascudettati cousins \u200b\u200bby the Rossoneri, they would certainly provided an input for new, ingenious and stinging hits. Stored, however, inflicted with a humor accorded fair and pleasant, even by rivals, so that anyone, in almost half a century, has never spoken of him except in terms respectful and positive albeit prodded by his sarcasm, all went to the manager responsible ambrosia 'admiration for a man who had lived acute calcium with genuine participation, combative style and satirical undying inspiration. Km away from the boorish behavior bitterness spewed by several characters, and often negligible, with their arrogant position papers on time coupled with a paucity of actual disarming arguments on the matter, thanks to media compliant have the opportunity to infest the world balloon today.
"Prisco, a vision popular, has personified the Inter more of its Presidents. Has not granted glimpses of his faith Inter: never. He persecuted the opposition, especially Milan and Juventus, with the most diabolical inventions dialectical ": This is packaged in an editorial titled" Honor and thanks to the biggest fan of Italy, "the thoughtful greeting bestowed by his friend and former director of Gazzetta dello Sport Candido Reedy, capable, in a few lines to summarize the most learned and the soul of the lawyer-seasoned mountain. A heart made history for being able to replay an incredible undertaking Cup Champions catastrophically lost 7-1 to his beloved: a work by sound applause, although this match against Borussia Monchengladbach was patently false from a can of Coca Cola and a supporter of the house around the half hour and the outcome of 2-1 for the Germans threw at the head of the attacker host Roberto Boninsegna, who slumps to the ground, he was forced to go out on a stretcher. A work by applause sound mainly because, does not yet exist - at UEFA - the rule that resulted in the defeat at the table for the company held strictly liable for their acts of hooliganism supporters, the legal ferratissimo Bausch deployed before the Disciplinary Committee in Geneva received his masterpiece to legislate and to then repeat the fatal match played in Germany, so, after winning the return match 4-2 in the meantime had become one of 'Forward, the heroic 0-0 obtained on the neutral Berlin 1 December 1971 gave a pass to Milan to continue the road to Europe. A journey interrupted only in the final six months later, in front of the mighty Ajax of Johann Cruyff.
in court or in front of the microphone of a reporter, the gentle spirit of battle and outspoken Peppino continually shows. "Inter-Juventus often ends with complaints against the referee: the trouble is that they are always our " was noted with bitter sarcasm talking about the challenges lit with Juventus, even epic - and far more numerous - have become over time the bites reserved for cousins ", so that Prisco had a particular rivalry arose from the fact they share the same city (where, you know, the success of a team are the torments of the other) among many others, impossible not to mention phrases like" the Series B is not in our genetic code, as opposed to us instead of Milan finished twice: the first payment, the second free " or" the Inter Foundation, operated by some members splinter Rossoneri, is proof that in life, if you have good will and effort, you can even get to the top from humble beginnings " or" my dream? Winning a derby at the end thanks to a goal scored in offside or hand. Better if offside with his hand ". All
spoken with a dutiful smile, indispensable feature of a person who was seriously view death in the face during the Russian expedition and so dramatic, since he was very impressed in mind this terrible disaster that had left only three survivors of the initial official fifty-three participants had gone home happy as a single breath from here, basically, sprang the childlike joy and fortitude of the historic vice-president of Beloved that, like any teenager, at the ripe age of eighty springs retained in the portfolio, in the midst of that beloved parents , a photograph of Ronaldo (along with Meazza, according to the lawyer, the strongest ever), a sample, such as happened recently to man symbol of failure "Remuntada" Catalan Zlatan Ibrahimovic, after having spent high to the Nerazzurri undisputed icon has decided to move opportunistically, exhausted the intermediate English experience, on the other side of the waterway. Peppino, and for that declassante disrespectful gesture, from its valuable art ironic it would probably be awarded with the same motto used to comment on the farce by Milan in the implementation shameful night in Marseilles dated March 1991: "if I had to defend for what he did, I would ask the expertise to failure of discernment ". The team of the Devil, once again mocked by a joke from Paradise: a privileged place from which, after living as a protagonist of the epic of the legendary team of Helen Herrera, Prisco was able to enjoy a new and wonderful Grande Inter.

(Published 10/12/2010 on site www.calciatori-online.com )


Giuseppe Prisco
Born in Milan on 10/12/1921
Vice-President (first counselor)
At Inter 1950 to 2001 (from 1963 to 2001 as vice president)
Wins: 8 league titles (1952 / '53, 1953 / '54, 1962 / '63, 1964 / '65 1965 / '66 1970 / '71, 1979 / 80, 1988 / '89), 2 cups Italy (1977 / '78, 1981 / '82), 1 Italian Supercup (1989), two Champions Cups (1963 / '64, 1964 / '65), 3 UEFA Cups ( 1990 / '91 1993 / '94 1997 / '98), 2 Intercontinental Cups (1964, 1965)

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We are history?

When Christmas is coming I always reminded my mother told her when she was little that was a poor Christmas, which was present in some Mandarin. The mine was far from the bustle of consumerism: a gift, at most two. The arrival of the plastic doll in a few more, but not much.
Besides, if she was born in 1914, he spent his early childhood in the midst of war, and mine, in parallel, from 52, in a post-war broken only guess that the horizons of economic development the following year.
When I spoke of her Christmas seemed a bit 'pathetic and listened enough. For my part, only much later I realized the connection between my life and history, that of the books I studied at school.

so happens that each of us lives his life in a self-centered, thinking of his coming to the world as the beginning of everything and not taking care, if not through a deep crisis of middle age, one's own horizon. An inevitable mental strain, not motivated by selfishness but that requires a profound cognitive shift: we understand that history and that our very existence lies in a broader horizon, made up of cultures, rules, and predictions of a more or less virtuous, when viewed from afar. A perspective that can

anguish, but it is helpful to call in individual lives, many things in their place.

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Whether it was the day more or less' nice, as conventionally defined is always on the wedding day, this just do not know!
Maybe the birth of a child or some other event capable of changing their lives positively, can embody this definition better than the one given before the altar.
One thing is' certain, that I can say 'our marriage' was really epic, but above and 'was a happy marriage.
The ideas were in fact many were memorable, but what remains of this endless day of my life and 'participation happy and relaxed all the guests.
Smiles, speeches, songs, cutlery beaten on glasses, the hugs and kisses, toast and the choruses are a restaurant, but a memory I'll take 'in a long time. Even now as I write in the dark inside the container yard of the Nigerian business in which I am the echo of those spontaneous expressions of shared joy seems to come from behind the door. Although in reality 'is from within ...
The first feeling I had in the morning upon waking and 'was what one feels when one is' aware that there is about to experience a memorable event, one that for better or for worse, brings with it the inexplicable magic the knowledge that they exist.
These key moments mark the passage of time in the book of life, and this consciousness, or this moment of lucidity 'if you prefer, it should be enjoyed fully, with awareness.
The events of "ordinary" the illusion that time pass so 'slowly as not to be perceived, while on the contrary, the events of "extraordinary" like this one, clearly conveys feeling that they have added a piece at a time track that no one knows where it leads.
's state of mind with whom I lived and enjoyed my wedding day. With very light but at the same time with the knowledge of who knows who is experiencing a historic moment in the score of his life. And believe me ... I enjoyed every smile, every toast, every vibration in the cultured guests in relatives, the witnesses and especially the parents.
I can not say exactly at what time, but at some point the parties are reversed, and despite being the husband, I fell in the viewer rather than the protagonist!
At that moment I was happily surprised to find that in that room crowded with people busy chatting, eating and drinking, there was just another spectator next to me ... one person capable of sharing 100% so that point of view 'exclusive ... my wife!
I believe that marriage should be understood in this sense. As a community of purpose, a tacit complicity 'and a point of view on things coinciding, while trying to' their uniqueness'.

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... yellow black yellow black gay ....=) first time, beginning in December at all good, then I apologize for the inaction of your blog and from my ..... As you might guess from the title, in this post we talk about bees ..
my cognatino, like any good lover of bees and beekeeper, I took a bee on a flower orange ... and here he is satisfied ....



well, since he knows very well the bees and knows very well how they are made, for me it was a bit of a challenge, why did not you tell me if problems mica was no good!
him: Mary, the legs may be a little more closed ...
me: ok! =))
him: but you say, if we remove that piece and make smaller?
I: ok !!=))
him and antennas (they are silver wire) if you paint? I
: cooooooosa? No!
= P and so on .... but this makes me happy because it helped me to improve myself and then I liked it so much ... who better than he could tell me how you bee ?!



the back with wings .. you do not see why they are so transparent ...




and one for the size in my hand .. ah it's all in corn paste ..



now the bee is in Sicily with his "Dad" =) I really enjoyed doing the flower ..
ok with that is all .... I salute you ...
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potho reposare ... and not even the neighbors!


Someone with a cool head and "event" concluded he asked me what was the most emotional moment was the 'hard linked to marriage.
After careful analysis I stated that one of the inner few anxieties felt in my case and 'singing performance coincided with the inevitable request from Nuoro to tradition, the so-called "Serenade."
perform in front of a crowd of friends, relatives and strangers, singing emulating the deeds of the rich and poor, or if you prefer, Albano Carrisi, can 'create some embarrassment.
In metaphorical terms it 's like the first big step, you were asked to pass a mandatory test initiation ... naked!
Suddenly you need to show to people who are brave enough to take care of a wife and offspring who will '.
to think now there's' nothing wrong with that. In Company 'tribal one affects the skin, kills a wild animal with bare hands or hurl themselves off a cliff hanging from a rope ... our time is sung, ridiculed for always! ;-)
You can imagine the feeling waking up in the morning the day after the bachelor party! With a few hours of sleep in assets, a lot of wine in the blood and on thinking of the organization planned to serenade the evening.
course, increase the tension, aware that the serenades Nuoro traditionally require an organization comparable to that of marriage itself.
Knowing in advance that my mother-in-law was busy organizing a pre-party in Hollywood style, has certainly helped lay in terror.
Only towards the evening got to get away from the catatonic state in which I finished in the morning, finally taking the initiative and calling for a choir nuorese I can not sue for copyright reasons, but I can be very thankful with all my heart for having successfully support and for making it less harrowing my singing performance.
Imagine my state of mind, while the choir starts to walk toward the house of the bride, and then place them beneath her window on the fourth floor. Imagine seeing from afar a crowd in a stadium of friends and relatives waiting anxiously for the joker face alive. Meanwhile 90% of people are drinking red wine in quantity ' industrial, to enjoy the show with the right emotional state.
Then I take a deep breath, hum a few verses from only 3 of select songs. As I approach the courtyard of the bride unconsciousness thankfully begins to take shape. Fabio
adequately support reminding me that it is a party and that no one expects to hear Pavarotti ... Cristina D'Avena but even with one vocal cord!
;-) So, what it 'as not' arrival at their destination and 'I am welcomed in triumph from a lot of people. Some pious soul puts me in a glass full of red wine, that given the situation in a single gulp gulp. The crowd immediately showed to be pleased with the presence of the chorus, which almost without warning, begins to sing the songs of our beautiful barbaric tradition.
The wine flows freely, and while no one is left without the records of our ancestors rise up recreating a mysterious ancestral pop up tables of food ... carasau bread, cheese, sausage, origliette with honey ...
I remember thinking that everything seemed to be perfectly coordinated by an invisible engine, which appeared clearly gears lubricated by a sort of collective positive energy.
Then after the first song of the choir, as usual, turning on the light in the room on the fourth floor, but no faces ...
And so again, another round another race! Glasses again filled with laughter, applause and celebration.
This time, for the second song performed by the choir, I try to do my best and I insert in the circle trying to stay in time.
Magic collective seems to continue to give to these vibrations, vibrations that reach the climax when, at the end of the second song, he finally opens the window on the fourth floor, where the bride throws a red rose to seal his satisfaction.
No time to take flight to the rose that I find myself next to Manuela, greeted with a standing ovation by those present.
From this moment on, I just memories in the mind confused. I remember for example that he felt a deep emotion in when the choir, after starting to take me in the interpretation of the eternal "I potho reposare," he then "gave up" gradually, until realizing that the only voice you hear in the silence was mine. All this through the eyes of friends and relatives focused on him, taking Manuel's hand and looking him straight in the eye.
After some unavoidable cue and after trying to hide the signs of embarrassment, I finally felt the feeling of having overcome my initial trials. And from then on I did nothing but drink and offer a drink ... enjoying, with a few fleeting glance into the crowd, the beauty of my bride.

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Up there, in the immense sky, two angels, coffee and milk



happy flying in blue skies between clouds and stars ... one day, however, decided together to descend to Earth, to see how it was and if people were happy .. but when they arrived on Earth understand that people crawled with life of all day, not satisfied, forgetting oneself, the good things of life that surrounds them every day ... and with so many locked in their hearts desires ....
so after much wandering, ritornarnarono up in the sky ...

sat on soft clouds gathered and the stars to give it to people, each star had the task of creating a wish ..... riscesero on Earth and put in every heart a star ... from that day the people became aware of all the wonders which were surrounded ... flowers, sunsets, rain, sun, wind, clouds, trees, the sea .. and understood that it is enough to notice what's around to be happy ... but above all, coffee and milk they wanted people to know that the Angels are not even see them, after all, even the wind can not see that, but there, we hear, and the "feel" worth more than the "Seeing" ... and that if we are in trouble just call them and beating of wings warm our hearts ...

everyone has a desire closed in a drawer in my heart ... and coffee and milk make it so they want to give a Star to you as you pass here, if you like, you can download the last picture and put it in your blog!
... and remember: The "Feel" is the "View" of the Heart!

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If everyone else is ....

are interwoven conversations between people in a completely different, but describing the same behaviors.
The first is a college professor who takes issue with the meritocracy that is sought, in his opinion, too many parts to not be suspicious. In particular, responds to the accusation of nepotism (the famous chairs passing from father to son) Recalling that in many other areas of our country and this happens in such cases there is scandalized (personally I always shock me, but maybe I do not text ...).
The other is a man who defends his party - The league - the accusation of having brought his son to the succession of leaders, with the exact same argument: we speak of all the others who do that!

's interesting how very dangerous to pass a message, but if others do, why not me? If others do not pay taxes, why not me? If others go with the red, why not me? If the other take the capital in Antigua, why not me?
When a way of thinking is prevalent among parties, classes and generations, can only be a deep cultural trait, which is likely - alas - not even the next generations will be able to eradicate.

And thought I run to my friend Carol, from Los Angeles, with whom I spent an interesting summer job at the University of La Verne. Late one evening we returned from dinner on the sea, you arrive at a red traffic light direction, with anyone who was on the other side I told Carol I pass? She said no, you can not do, thus breaking the law. And I said, but there is no Carol.
Answer: I am here! Lesson

cross cultures: Thanks Carol.

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I Love the Accessories!

Oh yes ... I like everything that is done by hand, and messing with ribbons, hair clips and nuns .... I have had the ideucce that ... I immediately put to good use ...

here, these earrings are a couple of simple but nice ... what do you think?



and to show you the size



(thank you very much Daisy the model who posed for me! oO)

and since I like to put in her hair flowers, butterflies, small springs and several mollettucce I said "Marianne, but why do not you create you the way you want and Like, glitter and not of the size and color you want? " date and so I listen and I've done ..
and here are Rose Hair ...

White



M u l t the c or l or r

Rosa




Salmon glitter



Blu



Gold




group photo

Well I would say that those things are not too gaudy enough to make it look like an Easter egg, which to tell the truth, not so much that I like, unlike the small, pretty and delicate .. for those who want to be cute and fashionable, but do not overdo it!

short: FASHION, yes, But with STYLE!: D

chau! the next creation that will come very soon! (do not you lose it, you!)

basins blogghini friends kisses ....

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A bachelor



The main concerns in relation to take over their traditional festival with old friends. If you've seen the movie "Very Bad Things" and "Hangover" you know the drill. I wonder 'what came up ... and already 'imagined barracks pranks and strippers Cuban leaving the cake. Fortunately, however, 'Nuoro in late September and not' exactly Las Vegas, and despite the efforts of friends in contact, "the artist", it seems there 'was no way to close the deal. Rumors say that the stripper, contacted in Olbia, was also prepared to perform ... up that did not discover that the show was to be held in Nuoro to the goods' of a rowdy twenty loads of wine.
The site chosen to celebrate worthily the end of my life as a celibate? The "Inn", "Ex Chicchino" in front of my house. Without a doubt the best place possible. Certainly in Las Vegas is not 'allowed guard with your friends the entire room until 2 am, let alone drinking a liter of the house red wine and eating donkey culurgiones sauce, sausage and cordedda Orgosolo. Needless to explain the thrill of seeing my friends all of them historical, beside me, sitting at the table to celebrate this moment so 'special.
And then down 'of wine at will', bread carasau, stories, onions, sausage, casu Marzu, stories, more wine, roast meat, malloreddus, stories, cigarette outside, myrtle, ricotta with honey, more wine, sebadas, stories, coffee ', abbardente ...
Exactly what I needed and then off back home in Mauritius to make a night when we had the decency to remove the noise from the restaurant, where of course we were the only ones left and the waiter. The evening
'went on until 5 o'clock in the morning, playing and singing ... but above all, drinking and chatting.
In defiance of tradition, another detail that has made it even more 'pleasant and memorable and 'was the reunion at a certain time with the group of women intent on their turn to celebrate the bride's bachelorette party.
What remains in memory and 'a stag night "special", all waiting together happily with a smile on the day of the event ...