Monday, December 6, 2010

What Colour Sofa To Get For Dark Hardwood Floors



tired eyes are still half-closed for a little rest. aching legs. shoulder pain. this morning waking up is the worst and the alarm continues to sound cruel on the other side of the bed. floor walk between rooms still shrouded in the darkness of the morning. I turn around light bulbs that inflame their resistance, turn the microwave and heat water for tea, hoping to help me back to life. I take a bag from the cupboard infusions, thinking it is cold enough to convince me to get dressed with something heavier than my shirt.

I always liked the colored socks, striped ones, of cotton, which seem to wrap their feet with a rainbow. remember the summer days spent lying on the green meadows of endless weaving in the fall are filled with mausoleums cylindrical hay dull yellow. seem to many small graves that farmers have decided to abandon to commemorate the nature that is gradually dying out in warm colors like the embers of a hearth. and the embers remember the food cooked in an aluminum casing, like the simple life of long ago lived in homes marked by grain of the wood and the smell of resin. and wood trees reminds sincere as the song of cicadas in the evening of August, killed by rough woodsmen with axes and saws the teeth erupted.

those colorful socks protect from winter cold and warm bare skin just looking at them, while off-white window rain continues to fall and their chimneys mixed with the dense smoke gray fog that hides all what surrounds you with its tentacles tell. I get out of bed in which I had Went down into and around the corner. huge cups rest upside down on a piece of fabric in the kitchen after breakfast. some have some chipping. a rather Sports sharp ceramic instead of the neck, showing its uniqueness in a world of cups made all the same.

book open on his desk a few listless says mathematical formulas of dubious taste, and in a hidden corner of the shadows of the study lamp, a pencil drawing that depicts a face d ' angelo, casual look into the void and swimming in thoughts so far away that if they spoke could be heard soon. Whether the blacks and grays are intertwined creating a web of graphite so thick that you can barely make out the signs. pencils intersect in abstract and rigid origami nearby, almost as an intruder, a blue pen without his cap.

tried something this morning, shook my pilgrimage home. I tried to understand the entire universe from the bottom of the shoe box where we were locked up. I tried a word for some concept that not even remember. I thought about a succession of sounds that fill your mouth to distract her from the silence of the place where I was. seek the meaning of things in the snowflake that blossoms from a drop of water came from the sea bottom. maybe just looking for a way, without too many frills or embellishments. put a beautiful frame to a work of art that does not devalue the artist's work, because everything must appear sincere and honest if he wants to maintain its integrity. I tried this, and nothing more.

is late. I take a book that knows of impressionism and hide it in your backpack while I go running while listening to a song I can not remember the title, and losing myself in his notes confused I am reminded of that this morning, falling back in reality, looking for a dream within a dream to rock the day that looked saucy from behind a mountain.

Saturday, November 13, 2010

Wordingsfor Third Birth Day

The Croton also reduces the Livorno! The Dolphin Shark sinks

Russotto and Curiale send Menichini in heaven's orchestra.
After one year, fair play would again hurt Mr. Bepi Pillon expecting a very hot and crucial week for his bench.
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Crotone-Livorno 2-1

CROTONE (4-2-3-1): Concepts; Crescenzi, Viviani, Abruzzese (39 'st Germans) , Best, Eramo, Galardo (Ch) ; Russotto, Cutolo (24' De St. George) , Naples; Broom (24 'st Curiale) .
Facilities: Belec, Cabeccia, Blessed, Ledesma.
Coach: Leonardo Menichini.

LIVORNO (4-4-2): De Lucia , unless (41 'st Pagano) , Knezevic, Miglionico, Lambeth; Surraco, Iori (Ch) , Barusso (15' st Schiattarella ) , Lights, Cellerino (21 'st Volpato) , Dionisi.
Facilities: Bardi, Di Bella, Fox, Danilevicius.
Coach: Giuseppe Pillon.

Referee: Richard TOZZI of Ostia Lido (Meli-Schenoni/Nasca).
Scorers: 17 'pt Russotto (KR) 2' st Surraco (LIV) 31 'st Curiale (KR).
Booked: 35 'pt Barusso (LIV) 7' st Russotto (KR) 15 'st Lambeth (LIV) 32' st Curiale (KR).
Expelled: 41 'st Russotto (Kr) for a second yellow card.
Recovery: +1 the First Time, +4 in the second half.
in the face of goal Shots: 3 for Crotone, 1 for Livorno.
Pull off the face of goal: 2 for Crotone, 2 for Livorno.
Corners: 4 for Crotone, 2 for Livorno.
Big events: 11 for Crotone, 22 for Livorno.
Offsides: 1 for Crotone, 0 for Livorno.
Attendance: 3,000 about.
NOTE: away to 41 ' the second time Sporting Director of Crotone Beppe Ursino
for protests.
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The fifteenth day of Serie Bwin starring Ezio Scida stadium Crotone and Livorno, hosted by a cool and sunny day with good soil conditions: ideal climate to play a football match.
The Tuscans, after the cataclysm inside (1-3) against Triestina, are found in Calabria Pillon at risk relief and absence of heavy Tavano, Pieri, Prutsch, Bernardini Perticone through suspension and injury: space then for Cellerino beside Dionisi forward Surraco and Lights on the outside protected by the mighty Captain Barusso and Iori in the midline, on the bench among others Danilevicius, Schiattarella and Pagano.
Menichini veteran instead of regenerating the victory Frosinone (2-3), sent on a three-quarters of the owner made a surprise Russotto, Cutolo and behind Ginestra Naples, still leaving room for Eramo in midfield in place of the Blessed and welcoming the return of the defense along with Viviani Abruzzese. The official meeting is
Tozzi Ostia Lido, the presence in its seventh season, arrived in Calabria arbitration after November 7th game of the Serie A Udinese-Cagliari (1-1).

FIRST TIME:
Ready-away, just a round of hands and on the corner of Russotto, Broom acrobatic reverse a trial in the penalty area but the ball goes very high at the back of De Lucia.
At 13 'just disengagement Crescenzi on Cellerino, but falls asleep Eramo, Iori allowing the attacker to serve: the number 15 is focused amaranth in fine style, wedged between Abruzzo and Viviani and placing a low shot poisonous concepts on which opposes but good reflexes.
Three minutes later, curious episode: while Russotto attacking ball and chain along the left lane defense from the Tuscans, another ball on the pitch and ends after the whistle, the Livorno returns the ball with great accuracy the Pythagoreans, in sending out the same point of the : on the development side of the phallus, at seventeen minutes after a knock on hitting the edge of the Roman playmaker takes the ball, is located, sees the door to impossible position and places a dove crazy going to stow the top corner with De Lucia sad to collect the ball still hot into his own goal.
P Pillon
er is another fair-play is very bad winter , recalling the game Ascoli-Reggina (1-3) of 5 December 2009, when Juventus gave to amaranth to score the equalizer after a network designed to play virtually stopped.
The Croton does not think for a moment, leaving no breathing opponents and continues to get serious: the 27 'Cutolo uses a rebound on the green arrow to shoot a dangerous opponent sends the number one corner in fatigue and the 37 'is still the ferret bionic through Sutomore Ginestra, to appear face to face with De Lucia and trying to deceive, with a delightful lob the goalkeeper but the host is blocking initiative with the side, avoiding the new chapter.
At 46 ', right after one minute of recovery, Tozzi sends all the best in the locker room.

LATER:
Both coaches send in the same field staff and the joy of the Pythagoreans lasts up to 2 ', shock when the Shark: Eramo loses the ball still in his goal field weak and the ball comes on the feet of Surraco that all the time to concentrate and leave after a devastating placed by twenty-five meters that can be slipped under the crossbar, with concepts too far from the poles to release a flash effectively. The Croton
stunned by tie loses key to the problem and let the ball possession to amaranth, trying only to the 20 'a break from a corner kick beat Russotto, with Abruzzese who loses first time to hurt De Lucia and then free from behind a reverse angle which, although slow, descend suddenly towards the goal, the goalkeeper who committed severely affect corner.
Three minutes later but again the team to make Tuscan dangerous with Iori who picked up the perfect cross of Lambeth, send up a little and then at 32 'with Dion in which small, hampered by the rapid improvement, in front of the Calabrian port can not find the inspiration to take decisive advantage in his teammates.

As in a real thriller, when the Croton Livorno take these measures, the double-exchange Giorgio De Cutolo and Curiale -Ginestra regenerates rossoblù: to 35 ' on a free kick from top left corner of the area, the ball goes to the former Empoli and places a curved trajectory and precise, painted for the raid enraged the number 9, head, sends the dolls and thrusts defense Tuscan cynicism with the unfortunate De Lucia.
Six minutes later the expulsion of Russotto for two yellow cards to give oxygen to the Tuscans who seek backlash last moment, but on trying to head of Dionysus, is a concept in great form to fly to his right and neutralize the trap.

is the last action of a superb race, fought so spectacular as that leaves more and more dangerous by the Crotone area and play-out projects, just bypassing the Tuscans, in a thrilling final of the first round and dream ; to Pillon is not nothing but disappointment and fear of dismissal, after the double black-out row.

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The statements by the post-game.
Salvatore Gualtieri (President of Crotone):
"After a short break we went on: this is a group that loves to coach, loves the company, he loves the city and now it is showing in all ways, I am optimistic and I think our team can even improve the score of last year, leaving out a few bars empty, such as internal and Pescara Piacenza against any team in the tournament so far and can hardly afford to have. "
Giuseppe Pillon (coach of Livorno):
"After a first half in which the subivamo arrembanti actions of Crotone, in the second half we found the network Surraco with anger and determination and then we get the chance to double with Dionisi, but in the end, as always happens in football, ate goal-goal and we were punished on a set piece from our naivete, a trap on which it seems we still have to work to improve and now it's time to leave and I think in football you must never break down, but always be positive match for playing the game, because the championship is still long and there is plenty of time to mature, and bearing in mind I want to emphasize that with this team full of young, no one I have never spoken of clear objectives, much as no one has ever applied for promotion to the top flight. "
Louis Garza (Assistant coach of Crotone):
"This is a strange league, a tournament where there is no hard game granted, this week we look at lots of video and records of opponents, try to treat everything in detail and yet there is always something to learn, I believe that we are building a small company and we enjoy this achievement obtained against an opponent of the highest level. "
Galardo (Crotone): "We expected that the Livorno in the second half could do the game, we knew it could hurt us, but despite the draw we have locked up the ranks and believing until the end, we managed to get a really sensational victory which leaves us more relaxed, then I want to say a few words to Cutolo and Russotto, two players who can make a difference at any moment. "
Curiale (Crotone): "I wanted to score important goals and to dedicate this to my father, who died a year ago, hoping to continue to mark the match report and especially to help the team reach its goals , however I am also happy because at last the coach sees me with more continuity than a start to the season where I finished in the stands often ".

Andrea De Marco

Saturday, November 6, 2010

How To Build A Thumb Joint Model



Bonanni purge concepts, taking advantage of a bad Crotone, just focused and responsive.
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Crotone-Pescara 0-1

CROTONE (4-2-3-1): Concepts; Cabeccia (28 ' st Correia) , Germans, Abruzzese, Better, Blessed, Galardo (Ch.); De Giorgio (43 'st Bird) , Russotto, Ledesma (8' st Curiale) ; Ginestra.
Facilities: Belec, Vinetot, Eramo, Parfait.
Coach: Leonardo Menichini.

PESCARA (4-3-1-2): Pinna; Zanon, Olivi (Ch) , Mengoni, Mazzotta, Nicco, Cascione, Ariatti; Verratti (1 'st Tognozzi) ; Sansovini (18 'st Bonanni) , Soddimo (37' st Manor) .
Facilities: Bartoletti, Sembroni, Del Prete, Stoian.
Manager: Eusebio di Francesco.

Referee: Silvio BARATTA of Salerno (Franzi-Cucchiarini/Ripa) .

Marker: 32 'st Bonanni.
Booked: 31 'pt Verratti and 33' pt Ariatti (PES) 25 'st Galardo and 29' st Curiale (KR), 40 'st Cascione (PES).
Expelled: 45 'pt Ariatti (PES) for a second yellow card .
Recovery: +1 the First Time, +5 the second half.
in the face of goal Shots: 2 for Crotone, 0 for Pescara.
off the face of goal Shots: 1 for Crotone, 0 for Pescara.
Corners: 9 for Crotone, 4 for Pescara.
Big events: 14 for Crotone, 20 for Pescara.
Offsides: 4 for Crotone, 2 for Pescara.
Attendance: 2,000 about.
NOTE: cool and sunny autumn day, exposed curved the banner "The heart of Manzulli beats fast for you .. Kekko lives! ", in memory of the young crotonese died in a tragic car accident, removed the 30 'the second time Mr. Di Francesco for protests.
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is a cool and sunny day that welcomes EZ Scida, the thirteenth day of the Serie Bwin whose protagonists Crotone and Pescara. The
Abruzzese Di Francesco, after the first stop home for 0-2 inflicted by a regenerated Modena, trying to redeem himself on the Ionian having to give up key players like the injured Petterini (probably a month to stop him because of an injury muscle), gypsum and the bomber and inserting hooks in the form of surprise 4-3-1-2, the jewel Verratti behind Soddimo and Sansovino, a defensive line led by Zanon and Mazzotta hand lanes and olive groves central Mengoni and in midfield Nicco, Cascione and Olives.
rossoblù Among veterans of the good balance of Empoli, are still unavailable through injury and suspension Viviani and Cutolo Crescenzi, and Naples, but Mr. Menichini does not change the game plan, relying on his usual 4-2-3-1, with Cabeccia and Germans in defense and Russotto and Ledesma on three-quarters to support the offensive attacks Ginestra. The official meeting is
Baratta Silvio Salerno to its presence in lower division fifth (last Varese-Triestina 4-0, 23 October), aided by assistants and Franzi Cucchiarini and the fourth man Ripa.

FIRST TIME: The first opportunity
happens after ten minutes on foot or on a free-kick whistled Russotto against him, placing a parable that ends just outside the left of the goal defended by Pinna. Then the twentieth
Galardo who tries from 30 yards after a beat and replies in the penalty area, but again the aim is not happy. The Pescara
look hard to ensnare the Crotone, applying a suffocating pressing and systematic foul whenever the holders of the ball Pythagoreans become dangerous, and so, between a whistle and the other, the first portion of the game slip away in pure equilibrium with the sole-possession of the ball in the hands of the Calabrian Menichini Ariatti already warned that forcing the 46 ', just on closing time, to make foul Cabeccia, finding a red card for a second yellow card perhaps a bit too hasty.

LATER:
The race then resumes with the numerical superiority rossoblù, while Di Francesco Remedial Tognozzi inserting instead of just Verratti, sacrificed for the obvious tactical requirements and collapsing on the usual form 4-3-1 - 1.
Despite the extra man, the rossoblùs have difficulty taking action fast and the quality in attack and find a way of marking only after action by the indomitable Galardo maneuvered with skill and with a successful implementation of valuable Scavetta Best to put a face to face with fins, but the goalkeeper is great Abruzzo In response to the pull-back. The game becomes
tense and nervous and the expense is just the coach Di Francesco, as a result of repeated protests, is removed from the bench by the referee Baratta.
Then just when everyone has come to expect a 0-0 colorless, it is instead the newly entered Bonanni groped for the bang: first touches the net with a free kick from outside the box is too high and even then is the wild card on Saturday when to 32 ' on back-heel to assist Soddimo for niche places a venomous low shot from twenty-five yards behind that bag of concepts, following a slight deviation of Correia.
After the network tailings attacks are always the end of Crotone biancoazzurro angles of the fort, ready and responsive throughout the game and the final five minutes of recovery does not need to rossoblù to retrieve the result, extolling the courage and Abruzzo appalesando the poor quality of the game offensive Pythagorean.
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The statements of the post-game.
Beppe Ursino (Sporting Director of Crotone):
"We played badly, it was the worst performance of the season, in my opinion do not even have an impact on absences and we must now forget about this result because they play again Tuesday in Frosinone; however, when you lose races like this it is clear that the concerns is becoming more evident and without aggressiveness and speed is not going anywhere, I personally do not shoot back, I say the Pescara deserved the three points. "
Salvatore Gualtieri (President of Crotone):
"Today we lost deservedly providing evidence colorless, we were not focused on the field and lost without aggression, in front of the wickedness of Pescara, even though I think the heavy absences would change something, but certainly no excuses for this debacle, but why should anyone in the field must absolutely prove its worth and take out the attributes. "
Eusebio Di Francesco (Coach Pescara):
"I expected that from his technical quality Bonanni exploded in the middle of the lines a little tired of Crotone in the first half of the race and thanks to the excellent conduct of the team, trying to block their source in the resumption of play with the marking Galardo asphyxiating of Cascione, we got three points that give us satisfaction for the fact that even today is not playing good football, we were like concrete and I wanted to sum up, so our race less attractive but more practical. "
Massimo Bonanni (Winner of Match-Pescara):
"I tried to replicate the game where I scored two Saturdays ago in Bergamo against Albinoleffe and it went well, they are beaming at the outcome as well as personal satisfaction, because they outnumbered the team was able to withstand the impact of Crotone in the barn and brought out three key issues for our journey ".

Andrea De Marco

Saturday, October 30, 2010

The Science Behind Drums

A rocky Crotone Empoli also blocks across the line

still a good test Menichini for the Sharks who are able to impact on 0-0 , "at the Carlo Castellani" Empoli, for the second consecutive time after Siena.
The Tuscan Aglietti they try in every way to launch the decisive attack, but a superb concepts with the help of the cross saves his capitulation.
again to highlight the excellent results of the department of defense, with Best and Crescenzi in great shape and excellent German debut among holders next to Abruzzo.
also superb performance of the captain Antonio Galardo and Andrea Russotto, two scooters from the inexhaustible good feet.

EMPOLI-CROTONE 0-0

Empoli (4-4-2): Handanovic; Vinci, Stovini (Ch) , Tonelli, Gorzegno; Nardini , Moro, Valdifiori (13 'st Musacci) , Fabbrini (33' st Lazzari) , Corals, Foti (20 'st Cesaretti) .
Facilities: Pelagotti, Mori, Gotti, Soriano .
Coach: Alfredo AGLIETTA .

CROTONE (4-2-3-1): Concepts; Crescenzi, German, Abruzzi, Best; Galardo (Ch), Blessed, De Giorgio (31 'st Ledesma) , Russotto, Napoli (48' st Bird) ; Broom (19 'st Eramo) .
Facilities: Belec, Vinetot, Cabeccia, Curiale.
Coach: Leonardo MENICHINI .

Referee: Gianpaolo Calvarese of Teramo (Carretta-Ranghetti/Ceccarelli) .

Booked:
20 'pt Crescenzi (KR) 21' pt Gorzegno and 24 'pt Valdifiori (EM), 45' pt Blessed (KR), 16 'st Vinci (EM) 29' St Germans, 32 'st Eramo and 46' st Naples (KR).

Recovery: +3 the First Time, +5 the second half.
shots in the face of goal: 5 for Empoli, 0 for Crotone.
off the face of goal Shots: 2 for Empoli, 3 for Crotone.
Corners: 6 for Empoli, 3 for Crotone.
Fouls committed: 10 for Empoli, 10 for Crotone.
Offsides: 1 for Empoli, a for Crotone.
Attendance: 2,300 about.
NOTE: Afternoon cool, sunny and ideal to play a game of football field in very good condition in the gallery also Ciro Ferrara, the new coach of the national Under-21.

Andrea De Marco

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Timber Frame Houses Pros And Cons

.. Cadets: The point on the series The Bwin



Each year, the Series B peppered with surprises put the food on the table for the gourmets of the boot this season and also the cook cadet, does not fail to give a resounding batticuori an Italian fans: in fact, who knows how they will be licking his whiskers in that of Novara
continuing to enjoy the delicacies offered by the usual Gonzales, Rigoni and Bertani, oiled to perfection by expert chefs in that Tesser ' Friday's advance without too much delay thrusts Vicenza in the oven Silvio Piola Stadium and cooks it to perfection (3-0) like a grilled chicken: a bomber into a network of cross breeze unleashed number 11 as a result of a ruthless counter-maneuvered by Motta and Porcari and then Rigoni butt double again to assist the same Bertani and as if that were not enough, it ends up destroying the door with a red and white left a terrifying ride that bags under the intersection of the poles.

How frightening is the sudden lethargy
(3-2) slammed "to the Garilli" of Piacenza on ' Atalanta of fresh quarantottenne Colantuono first rule that the engine speed with a fast 1:00 to 2:00 signed by the blows of Tiribocchi , primed by super Ruopolo and Gifts that with a daring shot crosses the excellent Cassano and then you take three slaps consecutive second-half tap-in with the winning Marchi, following the parade of wonderful tips on fox, and a ispiritassimo Tomas Guzman which serves to assist the balance Anaclerio and then closed the game with a fireball of his free-kick from long range.

who does not think falling asleep is just amazing
Padova of calories found Succi-goal in the pair Vantaggiato the key to open all the safes defensive (3-1) : for truth is the Pescara to surprise the red and white with a shot of pool, possibly offside, to Sansovini ; Mengoni but then puts the arm on the shot for a free port with headphones and you eject: Succi not think we missed the penalty and the double of Vantaggiato to close the event, before boasting of Pinna and avoiding depositing on the net and finally, nine against eleven in the cause of the expulsion of Soddimo on foul reaction alone exceeds the entire defense Abruzzo and marking the third network the hosts.

Nothing to do but this time for
Reggina the top scorer Emiliano Bonazzoli after the feast of networks scored a repeat does not affect at home against the ' Empoli and despite strong attempts by Rizzato one hand, and Foti Mchedlidze other, struggling to take off the race, finishing with a result Spectacle (0-0) .

same score (0-0) they encounter
Grosseto and Livorno so that the close ties of poker won by teams Tuscan derby conquers fear losing the two teams and so Maremma and amaranth are content, dividing the stakes without getting hurt in a race so tough and balanced as boring, with Dionne wasting the impossible.

Those who get hurt bad
(4-0) is the Triestina in that of Varese who took the lead with Pisano a corner, you scare the cross Godeas and then spreads in the second half through goals from Carrozza, Buzzegoli Cellini stubborn and not give in to the defenders and deposited halberd the ball in the net for the fourth waltz.

And if they laugh Lombard, who desperately crying for the umpteenth time is that Franco Lerda in a crucial game for his
Torino find Frosinone Carboni's in great shape and capitulated (1 -2) stunned by the exhausting trip from cruel and whistles of supporters garnet fabulous networks with ciociari Samson that semirovesciata finalizes its own counterattack because of the assisted Lodi and then at the same talented gialloblù paint a crazy lefty who goes where to stow Rubinho certainly can not reach, the Bull test then shake with Pratali , but is unable to find the balance by launching the Piedmont coach to a very hot that week, unfortunately, could culminate with the exemption.

same misfortune could touch another ex-coach since his Pythagorean Gustinetti
Ascoli in crisis can no longer get a result and after hitting two sticks, falls awkwardly between the walls friends (0 -1) , even in the presence of lagging behind Citadel that never fails to thank the new man of providence Piovaccari , after having already tried the first time a resounding bang kick, certainly deserving of better luck, decides to redeem himself in the second half, exploding a right to be impossible position and hawking rival goalkeeper, so going to sign a very important advantage that it will remain so until the end of the race.

Endgame also conducive to the
Sassuolo Gregucci to finally move into the ranks of the provincial derby Modena, snatching a golden canaries (1-1) just when few would have believed in us, through the invention of the fundamental, Catellani revived in the middle of a swarm of defenders can run a venomous ball Troiano for that left no mistake in front of Alfonso, thus responding to the advantage gialloblù marked by magical, evergreen Bellucci, incredibly only defenders left the house in the first portion of the Mapei game. Finally

salvation in the challenge of Bergamo, the '
Albinoleffe liquid (1-0) the Portsmouth that has not won for five days now, thanks to the usual Towers which uses a beat and replies in the penalty area and with a relentless style lungolinea penalty, stabs the red doors, unnecessary and unrealistic attempts to Gerardi, Madaschi and Tarana on crashing fists Tomasig thereby contributing to the victory of the Lombard and ending with the day to determine the ranking of quest'undicesima Series Bwin:

Novara
25, Siena 22 ; Reggina 21, Padova and Empoli 19 ; Atalanta 18 ; Livorno 17 ; Vicenza 16 , Crotone and Pescara 15 ; Varese 14 , Frosinone and Turin 13 ; Grosseto Albinoleffe, Modena Triestina 12 ; Portsmouth 11 ; and Ascoli Piacenza 10 ; Sassuolo 9 ; Citadel 8.

Andrea De Marco

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Can Colorado Felons Bow Hunt



Monday, August 16, 2010

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the moon sway in the coffee-stained sky full of fireflies light-years away. is Later, the clock marks the hours of human listless, never sleeps and yawns at every stroke deaf, while that of the rest without any hand. is oval, cyan, with a big belly discovery. Silence creeps through the deserted streets, blessing the houses with the blinds drawn. far away, somewhere, a train travels led by a distracted driver who is reading a book of love poems written in French, in a whisper.

standing dressed in pajamas clumsy I try a few pages of comfort, aged in oak on the shelves. letters written by soldiers seeking to meet their families, urban ravings of pederast with a passion the history of their nation, composed sonnets English noblemen in the Victorian era. when they finally decide to sit down, the chair collapses, blowing tires. the living room smells good, like the cocoa beans were united in marriage with vanilla beans to delight my senses.

if the parties had greeted your eyes color fir lost in the void with a song of farewell from a moving car on the tracks of your life, I still remember with anger? and if I was lenient with the nagging attention, strong enough to break the hard-nosed that print on my face, I rivorresti back, Mona Lisa?

my return is just for you: I was exactly where I was and I did not need anyone. nobody, nobody, nobody. I was a black man who danced and sang playing drums courageous animal hide the moon of my continent, my island - only mine! - In which no one could venture out only with the fear of leaving everything behind. I've always been a proud hawk flew low to the ground and scaring everyone. Why, you ask? because I did, honey! because I wanted to catch the stray throat of the mice that get in my way of thinking you can escape seek refuge in their dark burrows, underground. and I well know, not looking for tunnels where slip.

and you, Mononoke, terrestrial me in the pocket of your pants from your grandmother that sewn before you die and be reborn as a deer, if you could? terrestrial me close to you, hidden from all the hustle and bustle of your city, built by men to distract each other? terrestrial to me sure of your unselfish love, which also presents the first idiot who smiles at you and I dedicate this song? I deserve it, you know?

I can do that and it would be the best song you've ever heard, because I do not speak of love but you and me, simply. would not be set to music but playing in your head forever, each time to think about our first date - under the stars of November - and if someone tried to rubartela you could say that never existed, because the whole world put together in silence, however, could not hear it.

I can do a thousand things for you, Princess, but you continue to give smiles to the first man holding out a faint pink, which you buy with a little 'tired of attention in the meridian of your day. and then if we had met in another time, brought up by mother serenity, we would have loved with the same passion? if we had met on a rainy day, sheltered by large umbrellas round, we would stop to speak in a voice choked with emotion? if I had played with you I got your kiss? I would not have wanted to, you know, anyway.

why? - You'll wonder ...

because I can not stop looking for a true love that I can not find. not because there is not for me, but because they are too distracted and unwilling to commit to cultivate it and I prefer to enjoy the sweet delights my laughter in the afternoon, rather than working as a devoted slave to the monotony of a story of two people who were once true lovers. because I need to get lost in a sea before finding some response. because I need my sun and my shadow, my frugal meal of my book and mildew on the knees. because as a baby cry every time I come to the world and I have to satisfy my hedonistic desire to woo any woman from her lips colored red.

because like you, Nausicaa, I can be of anyone but myself ..

Saturday, August 14, 2010

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Italy beyond the crisis?

The phase constituent of the Democratic Party ended in June (it is not easy to make a party and it shows the sad end of the PDL) with the election of the Secretaries of the Club. Even at Sandhurst members met at the PD and elected provincial bodies and the Circle of our Party. The new Provincial Secretary Federico Ginato the provincial assembly and the delegates of our communities are: Giovanna Bogoni, Antonio Vivaldi and Anna Rodighiero. With the renewal of the Board was dissolved the old Circle Bressanvido, Pozzoleone and Sandhurst. This is thanks to contributions from everyone, but especially the former coordinator Henry Balasso, grew well and is rooted in our territory so that even the two small towns close to us have decided to start a new club.
Italy is going through a tough period due to the difficult economic crisis that is claiming so many jobs and too many companies in our province. But not only. E 'in place in our country, some years ago, an upheaval that affects the whole system of the country. Health care, education, justice and institutions. This is because you have made no reforms needed to modernize and make more rational services, public administration and employment. The current majority despite all the claims made there has never Once the hand. Since the beginning of this term, while hundreds of thousands of workers protesting their fears and their problems in many cities of the peninsula, the political debate has always been focused on laws that are intended to help policy makers and the powerful to escape justice. Lodo Alfano, such failure, short process (indeed, better, short limitation), gag law. And then the tax shield that allowed the Mafia to launder money, resulting for example from the drugs trade, with greater ease. Not to mention what has been called school reform that actually brought in less than € 8 billion (16,000 billion old lire) to increase public school Instead, funding for private schools. And the milk quota? Who said the farmers before the election we all settle in Europe, we will listen, knowing that this was impossible?
immigration, globalization, economic crisis, innovation, pollution. How can you think to solve the challenges of the future by hiding in their own national borders, regional or even local, screaming, or showing the middle finger to the problems in order to feel stronger? How can you think to solve an economic crisis like this with the same patterns of all time? How can you think of reviving the future of our country on one coupon which took forward the man throughout his history? The image that Italy is now giving of herself is that of a country locked by a few powerful interests, an old country that does not invest in culture, research and innovation, a closed country that is afraid of diversity and the future. In short, a country that starts to slowly decline and social morality.
But all is not lost. The challenges presented to us in the future must be addressed! We must eliminate all those strings and wires that curb those who want to do business in our country without restricting the rights of workers. We need to focus strongly on technological innovation, research and education to make our country more competitive. We have to give way to a new economic development that is respectful of our environment. We need to reform the justice because it is faster and fairer. We need to reform the tax system to shift the burden to income from work and by the backlog and to income from capital.
I accepted the role of Secretary because he was convinced that the Democratic Party is a party rooted in the territory and recognizes the role of all, a party that has in it so many people trying to give strength to the demands and needs of the people, but especially that is the only party able to build an alternative that gives a future to this country.
Main proposals of the PD I invite you to visit www.partitodemocratico.it.
Wishing you a good return from their summer holidays. Marco Cason

PD Sandhurst Circle Secretary

Thursday, August 12, 2010

Much Does Highlights Cost



thin lips move swaying on her face pale, contrasting with the tan just mentioned the tired body. embarrassed voice trembles and the latter take the form of a gray was geology. the sorcerer gives his verdict from the hills like corn yellow and red fields of poppies as cut off. authorizes the skin making it look like the scarecrow of straw a cat afraid. the birds are raised in majestic flight, explaining the long wings meters and meters and darkening the sky angry. Girgia ash raining and the wind uncover their heads showing pink brains of animals supplied with blood.

someone is bent to spew hatred between curses and cries of the sorcerer who reach the speed of Supersonic. swords and shields as you hit them on the helmets and armor plates on which ignite burning the incredulous eyes of the weakest. the fire of ambition crackles while whispering prayers and sweaty beasts sleepy voice. Sorcerer arms full of bells and chimes and bells frantic move by dropping to the ground a million - no! - A billion ringing. roll and tumble down the hill as blue as the purest cobalt mines in the north. children took refuge under the park's rides rusty dirty his hands and knees in mud.

the Warriors can not wait any longer and come out at dusk, compact, and as legions of missionaries, animated by faith in the youth spent singing hymns to destroy livers and lungs and pancreas and kidneys. sing melancholy as the first love leave and kiss their wives and mistresses as if they were to die today. but the wizard has spoken: no one has the sword of Damocles hanging over his brains. old, whose eyes see spots of color now yellowed by time and pain, sewing wedding dresses for their daughters. are as beautiful as the diamonds cut from the Dutch master, adorned with lace, some with bored puff that rest on top of each other. the wire passes between tissues as if memory of the route to follow, crosses and hidden, sometimes quickly and quietly as the cat on the trail of the prey, others as a clumsy obese in a china shop of leprechauns in Ireland.

horn draws the suitors on the battlefield. Scarecrow crosses his eyes and turn up their nose. the drapes of cloth hanging from the filthy clothes waving flags as multicolored, one for each race in the nation. sings a requiem for the fallen in the battle of the big mountains. know that lie enshrined in the snow and icy paths chills as punishment for their alleged arrogance. a peasant farmer can not fight except with picks and shovels riding donkeys that bray and sold for half a carrot.

the sorcerer makes a pot of boiling water pure gold with large handles that hang from the hips. wood piles, more and more disposable clothes, books on religion and politics, shins of dead bodies, stolen from femurs ossuaries all over the world. Pometti love poems and burns, burns the words of the sages who have sung the beauty of the stars of the evening of August and the sweetness of the song of cicadas. burning pictures of the great academic releasing figures immortalized in the paintings. burn time and oil paints, batteries, rusted trucks traveling on highways of the future from town to town, burning the miles traveled by avid travelers with their tents and their sleeping bags. burns the travelers themselves who have succumbed to the tired litany of god Orpheus. gives fire to the myths of men and orcs, the nomadic circus trapezes and steel bars of cages, all the locks of the gates of the southern plains.

in ecstasy of the destroyer dig a deep pit with bare hands as hell, dirty fingernails of land. you bury the funeral of pagan religions, honoring him with a tear that turns into a river of hope. puts his hand into his pocket and with a gesture worthy of the most theatrical magician pulls out a flute of ebony, which leads to the lips as the diaphragm expands.

plays a blues tune and the flames begin to dance to the rhythm of the melancholic melody. the expanse of grass and rainbows become intense indigo faded as a sprouting bean plants and gradually take Mexican color. the wizard it grabs one by the tail and it stings like a stringed instrument. is the time to Latin American dance! the aborigines of the islands of the launch monsoon shields and spears leave poisoned made gentle as rattlesnakes. Vikings of the peninsula of polar bears raise the jugs of cider and drained them in one gulp. no one should die, not today.

the wizard fills the hole with hot water to bathe. swims to the bottom, like a dolphin in the Indian Ocean, and emerges a little later, dressed in a black tailor-made leather shoes and python, with sharp a knife bought at a flea market. the sorcerer became a magician. Holiday season continues and alcohol grass, sounds and noises. nobody died, at least not today. the sorcerer sits down and leans back on the pile of hot coals.

"what it means to dream?" - Asks me as he lights a cigarette.

"dream is to play on a rainbow-colored hills indigo." - I answer.

"take ..." - And hands me the package.

Monday, July 12, 2010

Genital Warts Mouth Hurt



I always wondered how it would travel the world in the belly of a whale: being swallowed by a giant whale - a humpback whale, for example - and sail the seas to make playing the pirate. must be the desire to start playing some trick the brain under pressure, and mixes reality and fantasy as an alchemist of other, distant times.

and dream of being the terror of the seven seas, I walk barefoot on the grass freshly cut, a living oxymoron. on the way the itching wakes ends accustomed to comfortable rubber soles, attracting hungry primitive instincts. it's like a face wild themselves emerging from nowhere, a subliminal message imprinted genes corrupted by home comforts.

lying motionless, feeling the sun burn the skin and turn it off the air before a fire broke out. a water spray catches me by surprise, sassy, \u200b\u200brefreshing for a moment my lucid blurred. the birch trees shook like a rattle in the wind chimes spring, summer is a slow symphony.

droplets of water adorning the bottle that rests under the umbrella. makes me fear rises as enormous and austere, but its pendant distracted somehow reassures me. I am convinced for a moment to feel the scent of the sea, the scent of suntan lotion, sand, salt and golden skin whispering summer every time you breathe.

abandoned flip-flops on top of each other, lay the towel with a few ripples here and there and raised the hem, the empty chairs in front of the small plastic table unused. I sit on the swing and red rocking chair, thinking that here is changing a po'tutto.
I think of evenings spent eating pebbles of porphyry and asphalt constantly changing person, jumping from place to place to look for some new, imagination of a child wrongly beat extinct. I think of dancing and laughter that met the sadistic and exaggerated comments, made without malice to forget the day we left behind.

I think about leaving. I guess the skyscrapers, and as a giant concrete and glass looking down upon us, ready to be demolished by the flash cameras of tourists overzealous and greedy memories. being dragged by a river of people on the night full of neon signs in search of some district naive to rest tired legs and chatting with some stranger. meter races while engrossed in searching for a match between the name of the stop and gifts from a point on the map information. navigate the streets in search of a more unusual refreshment berth for the hungry mouths and eager for exotic flavors, or at least quite foreign to the taste common to seem sophisticated.

take the bandage to cover a black eye, a black bandana with skulls embroidered becomes a precious necklace, the plastic sword is stuck in the waistband of his baggy pants and worn. load some food on the boat, a fishing net, a picture not to feel nostalgia, hoping that something in the way he want me to be hungry enough to eat.
while leaving for this trip I realized that improvised the desire for adventure continues to play with irreverent fancy childhood fantasies. the sun still burn my milky skin, showing no respect, while lying on a towel choppy.

I really wonder how it would travel the world in the belly of a whale ...



Sunday, June 20, 2010

Short Heavy Period Pregnant



not remember much about that day. just a lot of noise, his hands still over his ears while the body writhed screaming. I remember the tears come down and soak the shoes. I do not remember the color of your hair, your smell in the air condensed around.

shook his head from side to side. I repeated that everything was going the right way. I looked at the statues and buildings that populated the place alive and vociava chaotic. I tried to reassure me that the time required courage and the pain would take him off the living him, carrying on his shoulders.

remember inattention and misunderstanding, take their separate ways. I remember the train leaving while I sat on the marble bench in the station. a lighted cigarette and the sun shone all morning that the open space. the boy next to me was playing alone with a small red Ferrari, the paint peeling off. Zigzagged on the gray tile design porphyry trivial.

thought I had already lived for life made me jump and look ahead. I thought I had released everything from appearance that blurred. I thought I would see the color of the flowers in all its subtle nuances and subtle.

not remember the day I was never good with dates. must be winter because the cold enveloped everything. the green coat was not enough to retain the heat and chills took over. I order one of the drawers of memory and the euphoria of new adventure re-established balance between the thoughts.
the child was still absorbed in his imagination was strange onomatopoeic puffs with parted lips. I looked preoccupied trying to figure out what he was combining his childhood innocence.

suddenly slammed his hands on the ground, his face sullen. something must have gone wrong in his little world. the car was upside down. must be something important. we crossed eyes: eyes mirrored the violent and fiery as irises changed color. I held the cigarette between his fingers red and frost had gone. the smell of smoke rushing sull'olfatto with a subtle malice. the shadows we preparing for war tribal drawing pictures on our faces.

looking for the meaning of all because I wanted to understand everything. I read between the lines of the story because I found the plot boring in our lives. I argued with the craziest speakers to claim the thrill of contention.
not remember much that day, if not the chaos that swirled in my every word, every expression on my face, in all my certainty.

we looked into the evening, green in green reflection. we were so alike that we looked like strangers to each other. I remember the yellow porphyry; hunger attack the stomach with a tenacious grip, as if he had not eaten for months. I remember my baby cry, cry like I had never heard before. I remember the toy dropped as it never existed. looked shabby and tired. the wounds of years had abbruttito so much, that will hardly recognize the brilliance he had at birth.

"are you sad?" - I asked politely. the crying stopped instantly cryptic. hesitated to answer.

"no, I'm not" - he told me.

"why the tears then? Are alone?"

"no, not '

looked at me long. looked at me trying not to explode in anger against me.

"I cry because you're sad" - he set out at the end a silence broken only by the trains that were running on rails rusty.

"Want to play?" - It was dark.

was the last thing I remember. I never responded. I lit another cigarette. another, while I was waiting for something to happen. but there were only people who came and went, and trains that roared and flashed colorful graffiti done with spray cans. was a whole new world, though still the same.
the child was gone. I had not even greeted. I got up stretching the bones creaked under the weight of my body, sore muscles fatigue is reactivated.

I walked towards the city, with a slow pace. the lights on the windows made it seem so many fireflies small buildings, as if I were lying in a meadow in the summer. I stopped a moment, my breath froze on every breath, illuminated by the light of sodium lamps.

"why not?" - I have said before heading off again, while holding his hand in his pocket a small red car with the paint peeling off.

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Wiki Purge Dip System



the and days are taking over the time of life. minutes engulf themselves with a voracious animal, the ticking of the wristwatch chasing me through the corridors of the university.

my cigarette is burning slowly, hanging on to her lips parted, consuming as incense in church. smoke rises up struggling in the warm evening. I can see the entire valley from where they are: the green of the trees thins out towards the bottom, turning into the uterus of rivers of asphalt and concrete gray. it is like watching a frame of a film classic and treated to restore color and brightness.

the library is emptying out because of hungry stomachs. the hinges are closed quickly and backpacks disappear from the tables whitish. hourglasses on the flat screens are the latest effort of the computer left on all day, then pitch black.

think about life before and life after, so I thought of nothing. is the moment when you understand the meaning of everything before you abandon yourself to the daily rhythm, again and again. the moment of truth which is the common denominator of each day and that takes you rolled up the blankets and the intense scent of clean, ringing in the dream when the eyes dart left and right without control.

people who come and go, without stopping. items that reassure you when you do not know what to do because they sound familiar and remind you of childhood. Faded lettering on the diaries of school as we were witnessing. the skinned knees on the asphalt courtyard: it was enough to blow, they said. that bad! the scent of freshly baked pie. the arguments for who should play the winged horse. your scent. your taste.

cars queued on the hill are still standing, are small and distant and remind me of nineteenth-century paintings, a sort of pointillisme . is a painting in which they are immersed without drowning. is a moment of perfection that disappears the moment when I close my eyes to try to fix it on the retina. when I try, again, is already gone.

put out the cigarette consumption down to the filter yellowed, the noise that accompanies my last day, and go down. between concrete and asphalt.

Saturday, April 17, 2010

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Friday, April 16, 2010

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six distracted by conversation with your friend, statuesque blonde tricks as a prostitute in altoborgo. every time he brings the cigarette to his mouth pursed lips colored and textured, drawing a look of disgust mixed with arrogance. the edge of her skirt merges with the neck of the Montgomery wearing. has nothing to do with your sophisticated beauty.

plays his laughter as lights and acute intermittent bright neon signs that have sponsored for many years the shop below them. Reply lightly sketching an embarrassed smile, as the first time we shook hands. I realize that not having ever heard him laugh, I have not even ever spoken.

the platinum begins to overflowing its invasion: that her anorexic body is swelling like a balloon aerostatic. How can you bear it? is flying a few feet from the ground. I would see good three feet below ground.

the bony fades quickly under the guise of lessons. you press three kisses on the cheeks rushed flesh-colored, pretending to be sorry. away shaking his hand and puts on his sunglasses in his hair. heels echoing on the pavement of the terrace soundtrack worthy of its release.

you stay there, sitting, watching the tip of his shoes, his eyes deep color of autumn. are breaking loose hair on the shoulders minute. cherry-colored lips moved by a snort. cross your arms, cross my eyes and raises his head to look at the sun. hesitated for a moment I lose myself thinking about what I would tell you. students spend lazy among us bored by the chatter of the teachers, must be finished the last lesson of the morning. the stream of people pulling me away when everything slows down. greeting familiar faces too. you stay there, to observe the chaos escalate and listening to the deafening clamor.

I guess in many ways, each time a different person painted with a touch of you is enough to make me smile. I imagine you busy and calm, sunny and introverted. appear suddenly in unexpected places and are a surprise every time. six of which do not reveal a magic trick and that continues to surprise every time you look. the end of each six melodramatic love story that leaves warm the heart. 're the cloud that plays to imitate the most bizarre forms while you look at it from a green summer lawn.

you get up and go jump off the steps of the stairs two at a time. I will follow you stunned by those who surround me and ask me what is wrong with me. disappear around the corner of the library with a touch of mystery. stare at the wall hoping that you have forgotten something, a stupid excuse to see you again. coffee, I need a coffee and a cigarette. I need to see you once again, to discover something more. to talk with more than four letters.

I yell something and I realize I'm terribly late. return to the classroom. started without me. I hasten to recall slamming pens and notebooks on the Formica counter. a deep breath before you begin. another, the last one.