Monday, December 21, 2009
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without you is like macaroni without cheese
without you is like a baby crib without
without you is like the sea without fish
without you is like an egg Surprisingly
without you is like the summit without the snow
without you is like a ship without a port
without you is like a beach without sand
without you is like a meadow without flowers
without you is like a tree without roots
without you is like a coffee .. . taken without you!
Friday, December 18, 2009
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Invoking tomorrow
Piomba winter
tired of thinking about bodies and shiny pale
notes. Jura
the road to travel dreams and escape
speeches that make blind. Spend the evening
days
trampling on the body of emotions
calling tomorrow.
Piomba winter
tired of thinking about bodies and shiny pale
notes. Jura
the road to travel dreams and escape
speeches that make blind. Spend the evening
days
trampling on the body of emotions
calling tomorrow.
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Soul
if you've beat a blow
pulls out the nails and fight like an animal
sweaty and upset
Soul
roar if you're into the bone
and slide without saying anything more
Soul
if you've turned the tables and rebelled against the
things never lived with nostalgia for future disappointments.
Soul
if you are there cries echoed
flower meadows
amplifies my eyes.
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The Soul of Messina and the weather
Cursed television. Without it, the people of Messina would never have discovered if not by hearsay, that there are places where the winter snows begin in September and already getting cold. I have heard in stories, fairy tales, in the accounts of travels in northern Italy and in central and northern Europe some writer or traveler, I have heard tales of some Sicilian mountain a little cold-scirocco-allowing it, but they would not attended every day even if all'impietoso sad trickle of images for Messina is a daily torture: people already in long sleeves in late August, winter snow, summers that last three months.
Damn the fashion. Without it, the people of Messina would never have discovered if not by hearsay, that there are places where the clothes they wear autumn early autumn and winter, winter clothes and wear them all winter, and 3-4 days a year.
Dear inhabitants of the Val D'Aosta, Trentino, Abruzzo, fatevene one reason: the heat is not good. The humid heat weakens, the sirocco makes irritable, mosquitoes until late November is not exactly a good thing, odorino of sweat on the tram is not the best.
Dear Milan, Turin, Florence, pull out the usual story of the wind, namely that on the south coast is good because there is the wind and you, the people of the plains and the interior, you've still air and suffocating: it is be true that for three months without a warm wind beast is not the best (and I envy you), but you try to have six months of heat: the double. More fan, but twice.
Abstract: In Sicily, in the hills but especially in the mountains, the cold does. Does not make them like the mountains of Molise, Basilicata and Calabria from the nearby, but makes it so much that there are countries that are quite familiar with the snow. It is not unbearably cold, not a cold that lasts for months and months, but it does. But on the coast from Messina to Catania to Siracusa to Palermo to Trapani, this is hell. I'll take care of Messina, because I know them better, but I am sure that my comments may apply to other Sicilian shores.
Damned, we said, fashion and TV, because they did know that there are places to Messina in the world where it's really cold.
So as soon as the first rains come in September, people start to get excited because it's "cool": apart from the fact that "cold" for Messina means that there are 25 degrees, a little wind and overcast with drizzle, the astounding thing is that even older people, who know that November 1 is not fresh, they delude themselves that autumn has arrived. Maybe they heard on TV that Italy is in the grip of the cold and think they are included because they also see pictures of people shivering with Milan? Or maybe you really feel cold? The second assumption is even more disturbing. And so in September to see people check with the quilt and boots. No joke: down jacket and boots, to Messina, in September. To do feel uncomfortable Messina also help shops who have the autumn / winter, only to hear the name causes warm to the most sensible. Not to most of Messina which runs to grab the sweaters and jackets, as if there were any reason. In October
usually the night begins to cool (so to say, we say that dropping to 18 degrees do not have to go to Lourdes) and Messina started to say that the night is cold and it takes the cover. You look at him stunned, but he really feels the cold. Now that the perception of living in a cold place in summer rarely falls below 23 degrees in winter and almost never below 4 is different from a Finnish thing is obvious, that you can feel cold 18 degrees and go to bed, crouched among the covers is very different. Missing is the fireplace.
In November, around at 10, begins to cool, the sea is no longer a stock of nearly 30 degrees, so you can even aspire to get to 12-13 degrees, if all goes well and you're lucky. But it's still hot, and getting on the tram is still no air conditioning. In December
usually rains a lot, and you have a decent atmosphere in autumn. Autumn but not winter, since there is almost never drops below ten this month. The sea, in fact, it is still warm. The
Messina started to get dressed heavy, even when a splash hit south-west is the temperature to 19-20 degrees. I hear people complain about the street: "Oh, this weather is weird, yesterday cold (11 degrees, ed) and hot today." It is not strange: you are in Sicily, on the coast, well Put it in your head. You are at the same latitude of Tunis. You are in the city that has the highest minimum temperatures in Europe. D'Europa! Moreover, there is an old proverb that says, "Before the Christmas and not friddu family, Natali dopu friddu and family." Before Christmas, neither cold nor hunger after you. We must give time to the sea to cool or not? Instead, Messina, Christmas, convinced that a church Fissiraga, in Casale Monferrato or Gualdo Tadino, turn on the heat during the dinner. Too bad that there are sixteen degrees outside. At midnight.
So we arrive in January, which in recent years has become an extension of autumn, but usually sees the first "cold". But it is the end of January and early March that the Messina gives the best.
arrive 2-3 days of disruption from Russia or the North Atlantic: the air is cooled (down to 6 degrees business is no longer titanium) and white patches appear on the mountains. Thus began the pilgrimage to Dinnammare, over a thousand feet above the top of the capital where it does not snow much but at least a few inches does. Throngs of Messina desperate and hungry for snow, the first weekend, rising to Dinnammare see their little ones to make the white lady.
"Shit! There friddu! And there surfaces' vvidiri figghiu me to Nivi," said the enthusiastic Messina after eight hours in a row to climb to the top. In the mountains of Messina behave exactly as in the city: cars double parked, engines running, even if the line is long and there is no escape, overtaking on the right, that make the scooter gymcana between the cars. The quilts, which now make sense (and not in September) are replaced by improbable ski suits (but then where would like to ski?), And you see rows of Messina happy that you take with snowballs.
Meanwhile, the news reports of frost damage throughout Italy, Abruzzo, Molise, Puglia, Basilicata and Calabria paralyzed by the snow, and the white coat can also reach Pescara, Termoli Bari and Messina, The wonders how it can snow on the sea, "but com DDA nivica cca no "? I would say no, seeing the sun after the snow in super Dinnammare (4 cm) has already reappeared in there are 12 degrees. The
Messina, this month and a half-chilly that extends to the beginning of March because the sea is cold now-discovered the taste to make scarf, gloves, hat in the heart of town in broad daylight. Scene in the eyes of people from outside are ridiculous, even if gruesome (several times I happened to be ashamed of the north with family in front of scenes like that). A usually arrives in March last cold spell (there are normally three in all ...) and reach the apotheosis of the Arctic. Why not just attend the scenes you've seen before, but with the addition that we are in March and then "should arrive in the spring" (but why? Have 14-15 degrees until the day before is this?) See
women with expensive furs about the cold the night before: "Look, the thermometer marked pharmacy 7 degrees, a cold crazy .... and we are almost in the spring" "Yes, you saw how much snow Dinnammare? My husband brought our son and told me that there was two feet. " You've been there the day before and there were a few inches, but let him speak. And listen to them warm. Now, with the wind blowing in Messina throughout the year with seven degrees and winds at 50 mph can feel a little chilly there is no doubt, but the fur? And fired central heating throughout the winter? And above all: the two feet of snow where she saw her husband??
At the end of March the cold now (or at least, the coolness) is just a sweet memory, and up to early May is good. But then comes the summer. Six months of summer. From May to October. Six months of sweat, mosquitoes, fatigue, six months in which you see in the rest of the world from time to time the summer is interrupted by a little cool and you do not, and you wonder why you are sentenced to undergo six months of 'six in the spring and summer. The solution? Inventing a parallel world in which it is so cold in September to use the quilt, and in which 3 cm in the winter trade for half a meter. Or laugh at those who live in cold places, because "we have a good climate", and then die from envy. The only way to survive the hell of the Mediterranean climate, the sweetest there is. Recommend him. We exchange?
Cursed television. Without it, the people of Messina would never have discovered if not by hearsay, that there are places where the winter snows begin in September and already getting cold. I have heard in stories, fairy tales, in the accounts of travels in northern Italy and in central and northern Europe some writer or traveler, I have heard tales of some Sicilian mountain a little cold-scirocco-allowing it, but they would not attended every day even if all'impietoso sad trickle of images for Messina is a daily torture: people already in long sleeves in late August, winter snow, summers that last three months.
Damn the fashion. Without it, the people of Messina would never have discovered if not by hearsay, that there are places where the clothes they wear autumn early autumn and winter, winter clothes and wear them all winter, and 3-4 days a year.
Dear inhabitants of the Val D'Aosta, Trentino, Abruzzo, fatevene one reason: the heat is not good. The humid heat weakens, the sirocco makes irritable, mosquitoes until late November is not exactly a good thing, odorino of sweat on the tram is not the best.
Dear Milan, Turin, Florence, pull out the usual story of the wind, namely that on the south coast is good because there is the wind and you, the people of the plains and the interior, you've still air and suffocating: it is be true that for three months without a warm wind beast is not the best (and I envy you), but you try to have six months of heat: the double. More fan, but twice.
Abstract: In Sicily, in the hills but especially in the mountains, the cold does. Does not make them like the mountains of Molise, Basilicata and Calabria from the nearby, but makes it so much that there are countries that are quite familiar with the snow. It is not unbearably cold, not a cold that lasts for months and months, but it does. But on the coast from Messina to Catania to Siracusa to Palermo to Trapani, this is hell. I'll take care of Messina, because I know them better, but I am sure that my comments may apply to other Sicilian shores.
Damned, we said, fashion and TV, because they did know that there are places to Messina in the world where it's really cold.
So as soon as the first rains come in September, people start to get excited because it's "cool": apart from the fact that "cold" for Messina means that there are 25 degrees, a little wind and overcast with drizzle, the astounding thing is that even older people, who know that November 1 is not fresh, they delude themselves that autumn has arrived. Maybe they heard on TV that Italy is in the grip of the cold and think they are included because they also see pictures of people shivering with Milan? Or maybe you really feel cold? The second assumption is even more disturbing. And so in September to see people check with the quilt and boots. No joke: down jacket and boots, to Messina, in September. To do feel uncomfortable Messina also help shops who have the autumn / winter, only to hear the name causes warm to the most sensible. Not to most of Messina which runs to grab the sweaters and jackets, as if there were any reason. In October
usually the night begins to cool (so to say, we say that dropping to 18 degrees do not have to go to Lourdes) and Messina started to say that the night is cold and it takes the cover. You look at him stunned, but he really feels the cold. Now that the perception of living in a cold place in summer rarely falls below 23 degrees in winter and almost never below 4 is different from a Finnish thing is obvious, that you can feel cold 18 degrees and go to bed, crouched among the covers is very different. Missing is the fireplace.
In November, around at 10, begins to cool, the sea is no longer a stock of nearly 30 degrees, so you can even aspire to get to 12-13 degrees, if all goes well and you're lucky. But it's still hot, and getting on the tram is still no air conditioning. In December
usually rains a lot, and you have a decent atmosphere in autumn. Autumn but not winter, since there is almost never drops below ten this month. The sea, in fact, it is still warm. The
Messina started to get dressed heavy, even when a splash hit south-west is the temperature to 19-20 degrees. I hear people complain about the street: "Oh, this weather is weird, yesterday cold (11 degrees, ed) and hot today." It is not strange: you are in Sicily, on the coast, well Put it in your head. You are at the same latitude of Tunis. You are in the city that has the highest minimum temperatures in Europe. D'Europa! Moreover, there is an old proverb that says, "Before the Christmas and not friddu family, Natali dopu friddu and family." Before Christmas, neither cold nor hunger after you. We must give time to the sea to cool or not? Instead, Messina, Christmas, convinced that a church Fissiraga, in Casale Monferrato or Gualdo Tadino, turn on the heat during the dinner. Too bad that there are sixteen degrees outside. At midnight.
So we arrive in January, which in recent years has become an extension of autumn, but usually sees the first "cold". But it is the end of January and early March that the Messina gives the best.
arrive 2-3 days of disruption from Russia or the North Atlantic: the air is cooled (down to 6 degrees business is no longer titanium) and white patches appear on the mountains. Thus began the pilgrimage to Dinnammare, over a thousand feet above the top of the capital where it does not snow much but at least a few inches does. Throngs of Messina desperate and hungry for snow, the first weekend, rising to Dinnammare see their little ones to make the white lady.
"Shit! There friddu! And there surfaces' vvidiri figghiu me to Nivi," said the enthusiastic Messina after eight hours in a row to climb to the top. In the mountains of Messina behave exactly as in the city: cars double parked, engines running, even if the line is long and there is no escape, overtaking on the right, that make the scooter gymcana between the cars. The quilts, which now make sense (and not in September) are replaced by improbable ski suits (but then where would like to ski?), And you see rows of Messina happy that you take with snowballs.
Meanwhile, the news reports of frost damage throughout Italy, Abruzzo, Molise, Puglia, Basilicata and Calabria paralyzed by the snow, and the white coat can also reach Pescara, Termoli Bari and Messina, The wonders how it can snow on the sea, "but com DDA nivica cca no "? I would say no, seeing the sun after the snow in super Dinnammare (4 cm) has already reappeared in there are 12 degrees. The
Messina, this month and a half-chilly that extends to the beginning of March because the sea is cold now-discovered the taste to make scarf, gloves, hat in the heart of town in broad daylight. Scene in the eyes of people from outside are ridiculous, even if gruesome (several times I happened to be ashamed of the north with family in front of scenes like that). A usually arrives in March last cold spell (there are normally three in all ...) and reach the apotheosis of the Arctic. Why not just attend the scenes you've seen before, but with the addition that we are in March and then "should arrive in the spring" (but why? Have 14-15 degrees until the day before is this?) See
women with expensive furs about the cold the night before: "Look, the thermometer marked pharmacy 7 degrees, a cold crazy .... and we are almost in the spring" "Yes, you saw how much snow Dinnammare? My husband brought our son and told me that there was two feet. " You've been there the day before and there were a few inches, but let him speak. And listen to them warm. Now, with the wind blowing in Messina throughout the year with seven degrees and winds at 50 mph can feel a little chilly there is no doubt, but the fur? And fired central heating throughout the winter? And above all: the two feet of snow where she saw her husband??
At the end of March the cold now (or at least, the coolness) is just a sweet memory, and up to early May is good. But then comes the summer. Six months of summer. From May to October. Six months of sweat, mosquitoes, fatigue, six months in which you see in the rest of the world from time to time the summer is interrupted by a little cool and you do not, and you wonder why you are sentenced to undergo six months of 'six in the spring and summer. The solution? Inventing a parallel world in which it is so cold in September to use the quilt, and in which 3 cm in the winter trade for half a meter. Or laugh at those who live in cold places, because "we have a good climate", and then die from envy. The only way to survive the hell of the Mediterranean climate, the sweetest there is. Recommend him. We exchange?
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Risaie timeless
wrong notes
golden dunes Po Valley fog of incense
stones thrown into ravines ink
sea monsters
bright autumn sun infinite
obsidian
incredible waiting for things past
future assault without logical sequence
misfortune dying
wave that does not skip days without
savannah
the moon falls on the lake that is not
but the sun rises.
Risaie timeless
wrong notes
golden dunes Po Valley fog of incense
stones thrown into ravines ink
sea monsters
bright autumn sun infinite
obsidian
incredible waiting for things past
future assault without logical sequence
misfortune dying
wave that does not skip days without
savannah
the moon falls on the lake that is not
but the sun rises.
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Mirtoti
Mirtoti. Not mirtesi or mirtensi: mirtoti. To the inhabitants of Mirto, a village of a thousand inhabitants built on a hill in the north-eastern Sicily, in front the Tyrrhenian Sea and the Aeolian Islands, likes to be called-and called-"mirtoti. It 'a dialect, of course, not the singular, and then declines with the "a", "mirtota", as is the case for "Cyprus" (as some Nordic and naive I wrote about Facebook recently, drawing my reprimands) . The group
"six mirtoto if, full of so many" goodies "on how to make typical mirtoti, made me think about what it means to be mirtoti. I used to do this in my comments and other mirtoti.
Mirtoti, until the sixties, it was whether it was born in Myrtle. Today I'm mirtoto as much as my peers are: none, from the seventies, was born in Myrtle, as the hospital Sant'Agata Militello. Theoretically, they are more mirtoto I-I's mother Myrtle, mirtese from a family for generations, and therefore half-full mirtoto of my own age who may not have parents mirtesi, was born in Sant'Agata has lived in Myrtle from a life. Prevail if the "ius sanguinis" in the definitions of identity, it would be so. But this is not what "mold" to be mirtoto. Being
mirtoti means to live in a small hilltop village but to love madly the sea. Capo D'Orlando is to go to work or whenever the commitments allow, and stroll through the streets of this small town thinking about Las Vegas or Paris. Capo D'Orlando-or rather, "Capoorlando", as some say-to mirtoti is not the only place where you go to sea, is also the place for shopping, meeting with other mirtoti, outputs on Saturday night for the kids who go to discos and mature couples who go to the restaurant. Capo D'Orlando is the wet dream of mirtoto, the paradise on earth, or rather at sea, the aspiration that every secret mirtoto respectfull: Do not be confused with the mountain.
Already, the mountaineers. Yes, because being mirtoti also means looking favorably on the progress made by countries that are above Myrtle Frazzanò and Long in the first place, then I feel pretty damn superior, more civilized, more purpose, more educated, even the most aesthetically beautiful. Of course not exactly so. But mirtoti signica be thought of as "other" than these countries, highest and most distant from the sea. Being
mirtoti means being drugged beauty: not only the lush vegetation only in Sicily but also the Aeolian Islands in the background, the sea postcard, rounded profiles Nebrodi behind a host of villages that the night like fireflies light up the valley , the monuments, the mild climate umidissimo though, even the beauty of the features of its inhabitants: it seems a joke, but finding a mirtoto-and even more of a bad-mirtota is difficult. So stunned by the beauty of landscape, climate, monumental beauty of the country, and so close to the sea and the mountains, the mirtoti we rest on our laurels. And so while neighboring countries are born initiatives of all kinds, Myrtle is often stopped to watch.
mirtoti be significant because it means not being together as much snubbed the "mountain people" who are driven by different climatic and environmental conditions and the distance from the coast to join the efforts. It means dividing everything up, with an escalation before each municipal election, I never understood what sense does not talk to each political opponents during the election period when in fact in everyday life we \u200b\u200bare friends. It means to boycott the work of the mayor of the right if you are left, and boycott the work of the mayor of the left if you're right. Being mirtoti means to be close friends the day before, and bitter enemies the next day, when another touches your "particular". The interest of the country is often the last place, and does not go hand in hand with the pride that's well belong to a country with extraordinary potential, where the party was not even when the Unit Messina c 'era. Being mirtoti also means making judgments about people completely different from month to month. Being
mirtoti means to love music, and listen to Janis Joplin, Pink Floyd, Led Zeppelin, Deep Purple, Nirvana, when people listen to other villages Gigi D'Alessio. Being
mirtoti means having tasted the atmosphere that the much-envied Orlandini Orlandini and imitated-never have. Does said to have breathed the pure air of the hill, and wear long sleeves at the end of September when the evenings become cool and humid it gets in the bones, when you start going to eat mushrooms and chestnuts, along with fireplaces , scent the air. It means having played at the sports ground with his mouth, smoke or moisture have cheered on the sideline as if Myrtle had a team of Serie A. It means not having methane as the coast, and warm with stoves and fireplaces. It means going to the school bus, a coach often does not start because of the snow that is almost never at Myrtle, but much higher, but the people celebrate the same. Being mirtoti means waiting in the snow country, but often it steady in the near-Frazzanò the tradeoff here is the much vaunted closeness to the sea by mirtoti-and when it finally comes out into the street and how children look up to heaven as "pagghiazzìa. There are also those who shape the atmosphere being mirtoti, because memories are the basis of common people who are not living in Myrtle year-round, like me, could not have experienced. Being
mirtoti means loving Palermo, Messina snub and ignore Catania, a city, the latter half of the twentieth century until the early transfer of mirtoti, who came through the mountains. Being
mirtoti means not having an excessive cult of their patron saint, far away from the lavish celebrations for Saint Leo, San Lorenzo or San Calogero, patrons respectively Longi, Frazzanò Fitalia and San Salvatore, Santa Tecla is loved by mirtoti without excess, a little like the three Saints Alfio, Cirino and Philadelphia. Mirtoti just happened is told that, once, during a procession of wine drunk, fell down the statues of saints: a Longi would be put to public ridicule and excommunicated in the public square, in Mirto have made a poem later became the song. Being
mirtoti means thinking first about the stranger, and stun him with a friendly hospitality, only to gobble up and dissected not just do something weird, or worse, get into a circle mirtota. It means believing the caprileonesi crapitani-o-countrymen, and consider the two villages as one. For mirtoti villagers consider the neighbors means "attach", if only in practice, a wonderfully beautiful village but has always been considered an endangered species, for caprileonesi Myrtle approach amounts to a removal by hatred Rocca, first fraction of country itself and now shapeless agglomeration of tenements which have brought together people from all over the district. Being
mirtoti is to see that someone from outside come into town and say "quannu nni you going?" to ask "what will you be?" and have an unwelcome guest in the house to which it is said, however, not to mention just leave, "and cchi FFA, institutional nni you?" as if it were the last thing we want. Means say "appostu?" every time you meet a person even after a few minutes and the other always responds "tuttappostu. Being
mirtoti means to see the watch of Sant'Alfio, built in the early '900, the symbol of the country and have an almost physical need of the tolling of the bell, only to disregard the fact that weeds are grown for years on majolica dome. It means going out at night at ten thirty because before it is too early, so as to be desired (but who, if anyone comes out before that time for the same reason?). Being
mirtoti means always complain and then not always go to the facts, only to feel different from Messina "buddaci" but, as the inhabitants of the town, do the same thing that makes the province, only on a large scale.
to this reflection, listing pros and cons, someone, perhaps after a careless reading, you may argue, but why do you speak of what is wrong do not do something for the country? If someone took the comments to mourning, I'm sorry: I am only thinking about the positive and negative elements of Myrtle that stem not only from me but also the honesty of many mirtoti, shiny test supporters sometimes ingenious in their country. I spend a month and a half to Myrtle in the summer, and a few days in the rest of the year: I think I already do so, playing every year in the country, taking care of the website "mirto.info" a small address book that follows the bizarre my passion for meteorology and talking on the internet of the wonders of the country. It is up to those who live there all year to raise the country, and it would be hypocritical to accuse this or that administration, this or that party politics is something I must do all.
not have a recipe on the contrary to what one might think, I am not so arrogant as to have answers to tutto.Vi confess that I like so Mirto, with its beautiful imperfections. I always thought that Myrtle, with all its faults, has something special that goes beyond the breathtaking view, beyond the green woods beyond clean air, beyond the mild climate, to Beyond the beautiful sea, and beyond Alicudi Filicudi that seem to float on the ocean at sunset, beyond the pretty girls, beyond the bell with the tiles, beyond the alleys where time has stopped, the beyond the peace that reigns. Myrtle
attracts almost mystical anyone who was even for a few days, even after many years feel the need to return. I do not know why: so that's all.
Return to us: be mirtoti is, after all, have experienced at least the majority of these experiences for good or evil define the 'identity' mirtota.
I do not live in Myrtle, I have not tried and therefore can not be considered truly mirtoto, despite boasting-and-down mirtote.
'm a mirtoto spirit "that will do anything to see Myrtle become the favor it deserves. Moreover, in mirtoti, intelligence and capabilities were not lacking.
Mirtoti. Not mirtesi or mirtensi: mirtoti. To the inhabitants of Mirto, a village of a thousand inhabitants built on a hill in the north-eastern Sicily, in front the Tyrrhenian Sea and the Aeolian Islands, likes to be called-and called-"mirtoti. It 'a dialect, of course, not the singular, and then declines with the "a", "mirtota", as is the case for "Cyprus" (as some Nordic and naive I wrote about Facebook recently, drawing my reprimands) . The group
"six mirtoto if, full of so many" goodies "on how to make typical mirtoti, made me think about what it means to be mirtoti. I used to do this in my comments and other mirtoti.
Mirtoti, until the sixties, it was whether it was born in Myrtle. Today I'm mirtoto as much as my peers are: none, from the seventies, was born in Myrtle, as the hospital Sant'Agata Militello. Theoretically, they are more mirtoto I-I's mother Myrtle, mirtese from a family for generations, and therefore half-full mirtoto of my own age who may not have parents mirtesi, was born in Sant'Agata has lived in Myrtle from a life. Prevail if the "ius sanguinis" in the definitions of identity, it would be so. But this is not what "mold" to be mirtoto. Being
mirtoti means to live in a small hilltop village but to love madly the sea. Capo D'Orlando is to go to work or whenever the commitments allow, and stroll through the streets of this small town thinking about Las Vegas or Paris. Capo D'Orlando-or rather, "Capoorlando", as some say-to mirtoti is not the only place where you go to sea, is also the place for shopping, meeting with other mirtoti, outputs on Saturday night for the kids who go to discos and mature couples who go to the restaurant. Capo D'Orlando is the wet dream of mirtoto, the paradise on earth, or rather at sea, the aspiration that every secret mirtoto respectfull: Do not be confused with the mountain.
Already, the mountaineers. Yes, because being mirtoti also means looking favorably on the progress made by countries that are above Myrtle Frazzanò and Long in the first place, then I feel pretty damn superior, more civilized, more purpose, more educated, even the most aesthetically beautiful. Of course not exactly so. But mirtoti signica be thought of as "other" than these countries, highest and most distant from the sea. Being
mirtoti means being drugged beauty: not only the lush vegetation only in Sicily but also the Aeolian Islands in the background, the sea postcard, rounded profiles Nebrodi behind a host of villages that the night like fireflies light up the valley , the monuments, the mild climate umidissimo though, even the beauty of the features of its inhabitants: it seems a joke, but finding a mirtoto-and even more of a bad-mirtota is difficult. So stunned by the beauty of landscape, climate, monumental beauty of the country, and so close to the sea and the mountains, the mirtoti we rest on our laurels. And so while neighboring countries are born initiatives of all kinds, Myrtle is often stopped to watch.
mirtoti be significant because it means not being together as much snubbed the "mountain people" who are driven by different climatic and environmental conditions and the distance from the coast to join the efforts. It means dividing everything up, with an escalation before each municipal election, I never understood what sense does not talk to each political opponents during the election period when in fact in everyday life we \u200b\u200bare friends. It means to boycott the work of the mayor of the right if you are left, and boycott the work of the mayor of the left if you're right. Being mirtoti means to be close friends the day before, and bitter enemies the next day, when another touches your "particular". The interest of the country is often the last place, and does not go hand in hand with the pride that's well belong to a country with extraordinary potential, where the party was not even when the Unit Messina c 'era. Being mirtoti also means making judgments about people completely different from month to month. Being
mirtoti means to love music, and listen to Janis Joplin, Pink Floyd, Led Zeppelin, Deep Purple, Nirvana, when people listen to other villages Gigi D'Alessio. Being
mirtoti means having tasted the atmosphere that the much-envied Orlandini Orlandini and imitated-never have. Does said to have breathed the pure air of the hill, and wear long sleeves at the end of September when the evenings become cool and humid it gets in the bones, when you start going to eat mushrooms and chestnuts, along with fireplaces , scent the air. It means having played at the sports ground with his mouth, smoke or moisture have cheered on the sideline as if Myrtle had a team of Serie A. It means not having methane as the coast, and warm with stoves and fireplaces. It means going to the school bus, a coach often does not start because of the snow that is almost never at Myrtle, but much higher, but the people celebrate the same. Being mirtoti means waiting in the snow country, but often it steady in the near-Frazzanò the tradeoff here is the much vaunted closeness to the sea by mirtoti-and when it finally comes out into the street and how children look up to heaven as "pagghiazzìa. There are also those who shape the atmosphere being mirtoti, because memories are the basis of common people who are not living in Myrtle year-round, like me, could not have experienced. Being
mirtoti means loving Palermo, Messina snub and ignore Catania, a city, the latter half of the twentieth century until the early transfer of mirtoti, who came through the mountains. Being
mirtoti means not having an excessive cult of their patron saint, far away from the lavish celebrations for Saint Leo, San Lorenzo or San Calogero, patrons respectively Longi, Frazzanò Fitalia and San Salvatore, Santa Tecla is loved by mirtoti without excess, a little like the three Saints Alfio, Cirino and Philadelphia. Mirtoti just happened is told that, once, during a procession of wine drunk, fell down the statues of saints: a Longi would be put to public ridicule and excommunicated in the public square, in Mirto have made a poem later became the song. Being
mirtoti means thinking first about the stranger, and stun him with a friendly hospitality, only to gobble up and dissected not just do something weird, or worse, get into a circle mirtota. It means believing the caprileonesi crapitani-o-countrymen, and consider the two villages as one. For mirtoti villagers consider the neighbors means "attach", if only in practice, a wonderfully beautiful village but has always been considered an endangered species, for caprileonesi Myrtle approach amounts to a removal by hatred Rocca, first fraction of country itself and now shapeless agglomeration of tenements which have brought together people from all over the district. Being
mirtoti is to see that someone from outside come into town and say "quannu nni you going?" to ask "what will you be?" and have an unwelcome guest in the house to which it is said, however, not to mention just leave, "and cchi FFA, institutional nni you?" as if it were the last thing we want. Means say "appostu?" every time you meet a person even after a few minutes and the other always responds "tuttappostu. Being
mirtoti means to see the watch of Sant'Alfio, built in the early '900, the symbol of the country and have an almost physical need of the tolling of the bell, only to disregard the fact that weeds are grown for years on majolica dome. It means going out at night at ten thirty because before it is too early, so as to be desired (but who, if anyone comes out before that time for the same reason?). Being
mirtoti means always complain and then not always go to the facts, only to feel different from Messina "buddaci" but, as the inhabitants of the town, do the same thing that makes the province, only on a large scale.
to this reflection, listing pros and cons, someone, perhaps after a careless reading, you may argue, but why do you speak of what is wrong do not do something for the country? If someone took the comments to mourning, I'm sorry: I am only thinking about the positive and negative elements of Myrtle that stem not only from me but also the honesty of many mirtoti, shiny test supporters sometimes ingenious in their country. I spend a month and a half to Myrtle in the summer, and a few days in the rest of the year: I think I already do so, playing every year in the country, taking care of the website "mirto.info" a small address book that follows the bizarre my passion for meteorology and talking on the internet of the wonders of the country. It is up to those who live there all year to raise the country, and it would be hypocritical to accuse this or that administration, this or that party politics is something I must do all.
not have a recipe on the contrary to what one might think, I am not so arrogant as to have answers to tutto.Vi confess that I like so Mirto, with its beautiful imperfections. I always thought that Myrtle, with all its faults, has something special that goes beyond the breathtaking view, beyond the green woods beyond clean air, beyond the mild climate, to Beyond the beautiful sea, and beyond Alicudi Filicudi that seem to float on the ocean at sunset, beyond the pretty girls, beyond the bell with the tiles, beyond the alleys where time has stopped, the beyond the peace that reigns. Myrtle
attracts almost mystical anyone who was even for a few days, even after many years feel the need to return. I do not know why: so that's all.
Return to us: be mirtoti is, after all, have experienced at least the majority of these experiences for good or evil define the 'identity' mirtota.
I do not live in Myrtle, I have not tried and therefore can not be considered truly mirtoto, despite boasting-and-down mirtote.
'm a mirtoto spirit "that will do anything to see Myrtle become the favor it deserves. Moreover, in mirtoti, intelligence and capabilities were not lacking.
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I'm not a poet
I'm not a poet because the tears do not fall on your face for no reason and
because I always know where they come from
the troubles of the heart.
I'm not a poet because I'm not a "poet" and a thousand other things but just
but a thousand other loves me through it.
I'm not a poet because I eat
of emotions but I am not so naive as to think that
can save the world. I'm not a poet
because I do not have the innocence of the child
but the restlessness of the young adult
and the disenchantment of the old. I'm not a poet
perhaps only a scribe useless
perhaps a meteor in the wind
perhaps a score without notes.
I'm not a poet because the tears do not fall on your face for no reason and
because I always know where they come from
the troubles of the heart.
I'm not a poet because I'm not a "poet" and a thousand other things but just
but a thousand other loves me through it.
I'm not a poet because I eat
of emotions but I am not so naive as to think that
can save the world. I'm not a poet
because I do not have the innocence of the child
but the restlessness of the young adult
and the disenchantment of the old. I'm not a poet
perhaps only a scribe useless
perhaps a meteor in the wind
perhaps a score without notes.
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
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Pass Trail
light footsteps plow
winged mountains. Superb
buttresses
draw wings
of subtle emotions. Hand of God
on this starry sky,
walking on the moon's that
of immense.
comes the day, slowly
calms the stormy sea.
Steps
this anxiety to exist.
light footsteps plow
winged mountains. Superb
buttresses
draw wings
of subtle emotions. Hand of God
on this starry sky,
walking on the moon's that
of immense.
comes the day, slowly
calms the stormy sea.
Steps
this anxiety to exist.
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moon shines on the valley
Longi
lights transform it
falla falla live
fill it with love shine dance
fill it with music that resonate
ago tarantelle
guitars and basses and pianos resonate ago that
makes you feel rumbling drums
not the sound of aircraft
not the sound of ambulances
not stinks.
I want you to always shine, on this moon
Longi.
moon shines on the valley
Longi
lights transform it
falla falla live
fill it with love shine dance
fill it with music that resonate
ago tarantelle
guitars and basses and pianos resonate ago that
makes you feel rumbling drums
not the sound of aircraft
not the sound of ambulances
not stinks.
I want you to always shine, on this moon
Longi.
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Open wings
soul and try to look beyond the clouds, the rain
:
this is the secret, you can not miss
.
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fugitives
I remember your mouth like a soft cushion to rest my I remember your lips
eyes as big as the light that filters through these clouds of absinthe
I remember your hands like those of a small porcelain doll
remember your hair straight as the wall where you and I leaned
I remember your belly
sinuous as that of an odalisque in her alcove.
You were pursuing me, daring, and I still go after tidings Pythian
not know what possessed
but I can not, why not try another
fleeting loves
not encounter these fugitives
not lying words to rip a nocturnal encounter
So well that losing you but I can not risk
not really love as I have done so far.
I remember your mouth like a soft cushion to rest my I remember your lips
eyes as big as the light that filters through these clouds of absinthe
I remember your hands like those of a small porcelain doll
remember your hair straight as the wall where you and I leaned
I remember your belly
sinuous as that of an odalisque in her alcove.
You were pursuing me, daring, and I still go after tidings Pythian
not know what possessed
but I can not, why not try another
fleeting loves
not encounter these fugitives
not lying words to rip a nocturnal encounter
So well that losing you but I can not risk
not really love as I have done so far.
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
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A laboratory for archetypes is a concrete
which will retrace the signs and the structure of the letters as they were laid down in the history of languages, so civilizations .
This becomes an inner journey to archetypes.
is the main pathway for achieving self-knowledge, awareness, to realize that we are the creators of our reality.
is also the most realistic and practical way. Here fall worldviews ... clichés, stereotypes and patterns. We find the potential and strength.
is the way to reawaken the parts of our DNA encrypted.
is a real path for the sign is space-time energy, and from there, tracing the sign, we arrive at his strength and wisdom. It comes with the code, the hook that is in us, set in our flesh and thought as a seed that is then its match outside the reality we create.
The point is this ... experience the signs and symbols to be aware of their energy and their valore.Ecco the need to develop practical strategies, practices, as well as real life. Wandering through the space-time of the sign means to experience than the ones who set a mark with that thought and energy.
It traces the history of our creators .
and insights on how things went, who we are, and get what is coming is much larger and cosmically significant to what we presume to know.
You realize that, again, we are only in a universe of thought, and even simplistic, and yet the reality is infinitely more vast that the universes of thought are infinite and so the possibilities of life that are feasible.
Experiment alphabets mean enter another way to use thought, to reason and to give us a sense of our being here on Earth ...
Our language becomes simple, direct, real and concrete.
slowly fall flat patterns orthodoxy of both science and religion. It is beyond any interpretation, beyond the law and at the same time, everything becomes important, valuable, simply because it exists.
finally We take the value and significance of the statement the Emerald Tablet: "That which is below is like what is above, and what is above is like what is below, to realize the wonders of the Thing One. And like all things arrived from the One, for mediation from the One, so all things were created by that unique thing. "
distinguish Now ... do not separate.
opens the inner world and slowly captures the poignancy, the breadth and depth, and we feel the illusion of the outside world but also its inevitability and its beauty.
inner world becomes our legacy and our heritage.
And, gradually, we come to this territory in which the arche ... are the building blocks of the universe, they are called Socrates and Plato.
universal keys to create our own reality.
these and many more are opening this wonderful sign of wisdom and power conductors. However, given the archetypes a little 'of their time .... We use the time and space for many things and knowledge that are only ... repetition of the already seen and established. We often know that it is only a transfer of know ... Feel ... researchers, investigators, while at the same time, feel also already arrived ... ... just calm and confident that, by the very fact of having met them, the archetypes, already are awakened.
They have always been in us, just give them a little 'attention and listening, in a bit' not this, you are alone because they are dancing in the cosmos, the empty-full that constantly surrounds us and feeds us and our psyche ... and we have achieved.
Attending alphabets - look at them - pronunciamoli - the plates of the letters, we reproduce the signs on the tables empty - coloriamoli with the corresponding colors or how we feel to do-then followed this path, begin to play and replay the signs according to our intuitions - add the vocalization - repeat for a time that we feel appropriate - And - let them do - they lead us ... ourselves and the world.
How to use the Tables
download the scrolls of Alphabets and begin to paint the signs .
If you make a copy of the card is more convenient because it's always nice recolored, re-contact them in time. You can also get.
The next step is basically to draw, take the paper and re-walk the space-time signs. You can download the bare table and play in it the signs but also any other way best suited to you is fine, it is important that cover the sign.
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Here ... this is the experience, and is just one of many forms of experimentation you can do with the alphabets.
In this ... do you contacted your old memory, you become that person that in ancient times, from within his experience and his knowledge of the world, has created the signs and symbols. Here ... you will open in its own consciousness.
is where the encrypted shares of the DNA they wake up and open.
Have a moment's patience ... Let it sit, again from my own experience.
I assure you that, little by little, the archetypes, without you know it ... will change your life. You see, the first thing they do is make the archetypes Use the verbs in a different way: everything, always, becomes ... this.
Now
Today
see reality differently, perceived other instances, other dimensions. Got bigger, it activates a keen, perceptive and funny. Everything is all right because ... you can hear, experience that you are one.
Meanwhile the shadows ... ask to be tried and, often, to stay shadow, but now open and make available to their energies.
Feel the Force ... in the things in yourself.
I contacted people ... not by reason but by feeling their strength and distinguish very easily what it has to do with you, who do ... and now ... what makes you go forward or you brake .
Understand that, just not where you want to go ... you have to go and this is exactly what you want. Here, resistance becomes force and penetrating reality.
The reality, people, things, events unfold their strength ... and you use it.
I'm not saying that you use people or events ... use the Force. Thus pain, suffering, situations that seem to ... ... otherwise everything is the Force and now the hearing.
Archetypes intellectual work on our structures, our way of thinking and organizing pensieri.Gli arks are connected, the relationship between mind and external reality.
are there in this land of the half [1] in which the seeds of things, the idea of \u200b\u200bthings is free and available to be taken and used.
are no ideas in terms of concepts, in the sense of images of a thing, situation, person, ... are functions, ways of being the Force, the ways in which the force is given in order for things to be.
These rules exist in all forms of reality, energy, the particle, the atom to the things we see. At the thought, emotions, feelings, interactions and connections between human beings, men, etc ...
is a world, but you can limit this, calling it "a world"? that fills everything and does nothing, it is conceivable, perhaps as a vortex, coiled, fall, birth, rebirth, stay, go, fly, glide ... energy ... all loving, intelligent and full and we are immersed.
If you work with arché slowly emerge in the knowledge that you belong to this charming ALL.
I am a bit 'longwinded but I know it's useful to have a minimum amount of information and, anyway, the archetypes are the only ones to fall in love and put themselves into a passion for people and I know that people who are ready to receive the message and use them.
The archetypes are functions , always remember.
Nothing ideologies, religions or ways of thinking, only the forces as they appear in the world inside and outside of us. So ... go over the signs.
I leave you all the fantasy, creativity, the breadth of ways to ... Play with the archetypes. The wood, clay, iron ... the paper, the colors, the stone ... any subject is to play good sign. The photo ...
Then I will teach you how to make them re-play, give them breath.
revitalization.
Or ... Do not think that you are giving life to the first principle, they are always alive and active in us, what we do is for us, only us, to realize what is already happening in us ... at this point will be very active in and you begin to feel them and see them in your day, in your relationships, your intelligence.
You see them in real life out of you, in nature, in knowledge, the network of human relationships.
With archetypes opens the quantum world, the sub-atomic to the external reality that is in us and in our relations ... and here is another understanding of every person and thing is clear.
photograph wildlife, landscapes, beings when they seize the sign and still more the function. Celebrate
these wonderful keys, and they will answer your evolving life.
Any path of awareness, healing, study or work, any relationship, business ... the game of life ... everything will expand and multiply with great quality and pleasure in your day.
At this point, and I advise you only to this point, that after the course practical, simple, so simple that may seem insignificant, meaningless, ineffective, read the book ... Archetypes and training.
And keep in awareness.
happy play with the archetypes
Padme Emeraude
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Monday, July 13, 2009
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The first strike of the bloggers in the world. For Freedom on the Net! 'S official - On July 14, all gagged on the Net (and in Piazza Navona in Rome, at 19) against the DDL Alfano.
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Thursday, June 4, 2009
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We are still here
We are still here, hoping for other trees lost in the snow. A hope for other mountains wrapped in white clothes of the era.
We are still here watching from above countries, to feel the Ciauri fireplaces, hot and tasty to drink cups of coffee mornings hypothetical.
We are still here to drink from overflowing spring snow to quench our thirst to what nature gives us.
We are still here to write metaphysical dissonance, to hear the sound of cold wind in the trees, to enjoy the infinite.
We are still here hoping for more guided the Lady, to dream the undesirable, to desire the unfathomable nature of surprise.
We are still here wanting to relive nights and flakes of light, night lights dim, nights of stars hidden by clouds of snow, night's silence that makes noise.
We are still here, to look down our lives, to dwell on the eternal beauty of our surroundings, to enjoy the sunlight filtering through clouds of mischievous lopsided.
We are still here, watching the wonder of a snow park between sunbathing and light, to smell the wonder of morning impossible to sink your feet in soft snow at last, nodding to Order of Heaven.
We are still here, looking at the benches where we would lie in summer under the blows of the impetuous south wind, amid the stench of the fires, the hot gusts, to the despair that followed the bloody African wind, and those benches are white.
We are still here to walk in the silent gorges, to feed on wood.
We are still here to hear the sound campanein among the flakes, hushed atmosphere of a February morning.
We are still here, to return with the memory of what it was, the night when nature has made love with our sites native.
Here we are, still incredulous ritornodella for our beloved Queen, elusive but rewarding.
One name will always be printed in me under the sun or between the flakes, with the south wind rushing or days of calm in any circumstance at any stagione.MIRTO.
We are still here watching from above countries, to feel the Ciauri fireplaces, hot and tasty to drink cups of coffee mornings hypothetical.
We are still here to drink from overflowing spring snow to quench our thirst to what nature gives us.
We are still here to write metaphysical dissonance, to hear the sound of cold wind in the trees, to enjoy the infinite.
We are still here hoping for more guided the Lady, to dream the undesirable, to desire the unfathomable nature of surprise.
We are still here wanting to relive nights and flakes of light, night lights dim, nights of stars hidden by clouds of snow, night's silence that makes noise.
We are still here, to look down our lives, to dwell on the eternal beauty of our surroundings, to enjoy the sunlight filtering through clouds of mischievous lopsided.
We are still here, watching the wonder of a snow park between sunbathing and light, to smell the wonder of morning impossible to sink your feet in soft snow at last, nodding to Order of Heaven.
We are still here, looking at the benches where we would lie in summer under the blows of the impetuous south wind, amid the stench of the fires, the hot gusts, to the despair that followed the bloody African wind, and those benches are white.
We are still here to walk in the silent gorges, to feed on wood.
We are still here to hear the sound campanein among the flakes, hushed atmosphere of a February morning.
We are still here, to return with the memory of what it was, the night when nature has made love with our sites native.
Here we are, still incredulous ritornodella for our beloved Queen, elusive but rewarding.
One name will always be printed in me under the sun or between the flakes, with the south wind rushing or days of calm in any circumstance at any stagione.MIRTO.
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
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Nothing else is needed (to be happy)
Tired of writing
words
nuanced
time
I throngs
in the hot Sun
sunset red
a sea waiting
nightfall.
are
moments
happy
those where I think
you do not need another
to be happy.
Thursday, May 21, 2009
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is not a true sun
is not a sincere
the sun shining on a future that is not mine and this cough
cobalt blue
betrays oblique intentions.
is not a true sun that warms
dry-stone walls
this evening when I do not waste time
but it's tomorrow.
is not a sincere
the sun shining on a future that is not mine and this cough
cobalt blue
betrays oblique intentions.
is not a true sun that warms
dry-stone walls
this evening when I do not waste time
but it's tomorrow.
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Decimaju
shouting loud thunder Crowd
curves of stars on the country in celebration.
Church prepares to party as tables cunzato
den and the three saints who float in the air while the crowd
.
A slight breeze blows through the town
and the sun bathes the streets bright and waterfalls
scaldanole vaneddi.
The band plays marches and freedom, and time passes slowly
ring bells and dreams.
I do not care if one day someone threw away
ground the three Saints
drunk with wine and weariness
happens to those who get drunk Places
so close to Paradise.
shouting loud thunder Crowd
curves of stars on the country in celebration.
Church prepares to party as tables cunzato
den and the three saints who float in the air while the crowd
.
A slight breeze blows through the town
and the sun bathes the streets bright and waterfalls
scaldanole vaneddi.
The band plays marches and freedom, and time passes slowly
ring bells and dreams.
I do not care if one day someone threw away
ground the three Saints
drunk with wine and weariness
happens to those who get drunk Places
so close to Paradise.
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Foolish monologue
grins
the uneasy conscience
and sifting through the skin
remorse to exist.
Navigate view
the prohibition of the usual stuff
unnecessary lies.
Cynical solitary
fear of losing
manure yesterday
carcasses of dreams.
Do not waste time
feel your time
that the time has long
little.
nonsense poetry
misfortune today
purr on houses and couches
lost.
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Laetitia
Laetitia
winter sea
New Hope
renewed energy
sun laughs
unexpected loss
flower meadow land to discover
purple sky horizontally to grasp
early seedling
hope
cobalt blue light under mild
power
oxymoron
joyful song of light
smell of the moon.
Laetitia
winter sea
New Hope
renewed energy
sun laughs
unexpected loss
flower meadow land to discover
purple sky horizontally to grasp
early seedling
hope
cobalt blue light under mild
power
oxymoron
joyful song of light
smell of the moon.
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
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Mafiusa
Beauty is as arrogant and penetrates
sword in the eye of the beholder.
strengthening the nostalgia of the places that look
frightened man who falls in love.
those eating it tasted succulent food, and there is not a
without.
Who benefits from drinking a sip
remnants of life.
"Mafiusa" was said in Sicily
the maiden fair. Of
mafiusa
on this island, one day there will only
beauty.
Beauty is as arrogant and penetrates
sword in the eye of the beholder.
strengthening the nostalgia of the places that look
frightened man who falls in love.
those eating it tasted succulent food, and there is not a
without.
Who benefits from drinking a sip
remnants of life.
"Mafiusa" was said in Sicily
the maiden fair. Of
mafiusa
on this island, one day there will only
beauty.
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