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I wish you all a Happy Weekend

soon, a hug

Bruna

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GOOD WEEKEND FOR THE WITNESS OF FRIENDSHIP

Paoletta thank you for giving me the witness of the past

"Relay of friendship" that will help
, having fun, to let us know a little 'more ....

Paoletti and the blog:
http://premi-terre.blogspot.com/

Should I pass the baton to 10 other blogs, but I do not know who to pass it to me you are all my friends, but if someone wants to join ....


course to pass the baton must follow some simple rules ... mentioned below:

a) Create a post please use the logo of the relay

b) to post and answer the following 8 questions:

1 - to small when you were asked what you wanted to do it big, do you reply?

2 - What were your favorite cartoons?

3 - What were your favorite games?

4 - and which 'was your most' nice birthday and why '?

5 - what are the things I absolutely wanted to do and you have not already done?

6 - and as a 'passion for sport was your first or not?

7 - and which 'was your first musical idol?

8 - and which 'was the most' beautiful sought (and eventually received) Santa Claus, Jesus' Child, Saint Lucia?


d) Pass the baton to 10 other blogs, linking

And here are my answers.

1) Theatre ... even if I did not know what it was, but I like acting and reciting all. ... Poems, songs, prayers, shoots of magazines ... so everything that happened to me ...

2) In my day there was no TV. One day my brother told me that in America, radio is not only heard, but with the screen was like being at the cinema ... it was the TV! On the other hand I read "Il Corriere dei Piccoli"

3) I was very lively and each game was fine. I've always loved the colors and I was fascinated by the kaleidoscope, as well as "The World" which was to make a little hole in the ground where we put petals, leaves, blades of grass to form a square, covered with a glass and on earth ... Then slowly, from the center and take the land .... here is the colorful world ...

4) I do not know even why I was born on December 16 and then .... is celebrated at Christmas ... But in recent years I have received gifts that I really liked ...


5) Theatre when I was young, but my father did not want. ... "My daughter on stage, never" ... It is not that followed did not do so ... At a certain age, I enrolled in theater classes at the University of Free Time ... and there ... I a lot of fun ...

6) I did the long jump with success .... And to think that now I have to be careful where you step. ... ahahahaha

7) I loved the music of Gershwin

8) A doll that I could not comb my hair remained in the hands of all ... In my day the hair of dolls were attached to the head with glue .... with the consequences of the case ...

hug you all e. .. have fun ...

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crazy stuff

know the short story by Pirandello where Mrs. Frola and Mr. Ponza accuse each other of madness?

Mrs. argues that his son would be jealous and four years would take his little daughter Tildina segregated at home, and would be forced to look at it and give it away for his news letter, through a basket lowered from the window. For its part, says that the man would die from Tildina four years, the woman who lives with him would be his second wife and that only out of pity would lend itself to the game the poor lady went crazy with pain, pretending to be his daughter.

In his absolute genius, Pirandello used this metaphor to explain in their own way each of us would have the truth, one that most prefer, made to measure, and the reality is so subjective does not exist outside of ' individual.

It looks like the same thing happening in Parliament.

Deputies and senators of the PdL and the minister Alfano WOULD BE lavishing their efforts to pass a law that no one would ask a personal basis.

But how, you say, a law ad personam is not a recipient, even if apparently seems to direct the whole country? Sure.

In this case you have not even tried to give an appearance of generality and abstraction to the norm, they make a virtually full names of the recipients of privilege, trampling on the Roman law, customs, the Constitution, the Universal Declaration of Human Rights and so on.

But this is the land of the beyond, and has obviously gone beyond the obvious infringement of the privileges or irroganto : the Alfano takes us back to princeps legibus solutus , and what really touches indecency and that the principle in question is amazed, look at the world from the CRT and mutters, "Who, me?", whatever that turns out as a Ciaula the Moon and impunity donated by friends of the party. The prince did not ask anything, and who felt the opposite was dreamed it all.

What is the truth, then? Berlusconi is one of Italy's ills, or are his detractors see evil everywhere?

the end of the story, the villagers of the characters will break your head to find the solution: who's the crazy one? Who, even in its breathtaking facade of normalcy, the hatching insanity? Pirandello does not tell us, and you want to bet? Most Italians will end as citizens of Valdana: will ignore or pretend not to know everything, as if in such cases there may be truth and subjective reality, the name of the mad and will never be given the status quo will be maintained.

That is, if you like.

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The Gift Alfano

An award can not praise this Lodo Alfano.

First because it is not an award. I believe strongly emphasized, as was done Monday night to 'Unfaithful that words should be used in the right way, and not drawn their meaning and consumed according to their convenience.

L ' search for' gives several definitions of this term by as many dictionaries, and nothing matches what is really the workhorse of the Minister of Justice, which is a bill which if approved would be an ordinary law of the state.

Sandro Bondi tonight Ballarò floundered, saying that in many other countries there is a similar rule. Stefano Rodota, a lawyer with international experience from the end of what is, has pointed out that it is not so and, above all, the immunity in those cases is reserved exclusively to the President of the Republic.

This award, in fact, the award has nothing. There is no arbitration, there is no mediation, no compromise. There is the schemer, aiding, cover, deception, excessively on the rights of others, but there is no award. There is a gift, favor, the final tribute, the law ad personam berluscones that the prince wants to pay tribute to their leader, unchallenged for it to finally be safe from justice.

In this bill, already approved by the Committee on Constitutional Affairs of the Senate, it is expected that the President of the Republic and the Prime Minister, may share in a process, should be granted a moratorium of the process, even retrospectively, that is, even if this began before he was taken to the office, and even if it relates to business from the outside of official duties.

An abortion constitutional, a total insult to Article 3 of our founding documents, but not all. Today it is consumed another scandal, in my opinion, that no news has given emphasis.

After having shown the square meter per square meter Monaco home, no one alluded to the turnaround of Finian on justice and legality. Gianfranco Fini and his renegade now have all the good intentions declared at the pathetic Italian divorce going on for a year and seem to have succumbed to the dictates of Berlusconi: if you want to retain the post after the elections, bend (if anything, have straightened his back) .

Future Freedom and disappoint all but Berlusconi, and clarifies the key value in the strategy of Finian, one of the chair. Even at the cost of selling off the last glimmer of dignity.

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PAOLETTI

Cara Paoletta, I went into the grove
I call "my thinking place" and that is near my house, because I knew that there
,

even though we were in autumn I found some


flower bouquet for gifts for your birthday.
my dear sweet friend ....

here it is small and simple flowers,
but its color and its aroma will tell you HAPPY BIRTHDAY

and also that

Love You So Much.

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RIDE OUT OF TOWN WITH CORPSE

There was once a former police officer, a psychologist, a criminologist and betting on a television presenter who had covered those nell'omocidio of a fifteen Puglia.

It is the beginning of a joke. E 'on the afternoon of RaiDue.

The murder of Sarah Scazzi seems to have revived the voyeuristic habits of Italian television: it is true, Bruno Vespa has not yet presented a model of the garage at home in the parlor Misseri of Italian TV, but you will not be long.

After her mother Annamaria Franzoni killer new myths of the moment are Michael and Sabrina Misseri, a farmer who speaks almost exclusively from Puglia and a tight-looking girl completely normal.

Better than the grass of the neighbors of the neighbors grass, but even better than that grows around the shaft in which father and daughter after the girl had thrown her strangled and apparently raped. Farewell to Chiara Poggi: his open smile picture of the degree has been replaced by italics in the imagination of the girl look so blonde disappeared in late August.

Avetrana These days, seven thousand souls in the provinces of Taranto, Brindisi and Lecce, is the navel of the world. It seems that other small municipalities have issued tenders for the murders of national resonance, as well, to have a tourist attraction. Not only because many journalists are camping in the area in search of minimum morbid particular to report to the public all day, but also for the hundreds, I repeat, cen-ti-na-ia of onlookers who were eager to rush there.

Why Sarah's case is different.

Other than Anna, mother depressed, but Rosa and Olindo, who just wanted a little 'to silence, but Alberto Stasi, which was said to have been caught by his girlfriend to click on Internet child pornography.

Here is the intrigue of love with Ivan, the boy contested by two cousins. How can then neglect the family saga of suspense and adventure of the alleged leak, the mole he posted on the Facebook picture of the corpse and, above all, the cruelty in the execution of the murder, Dario Argento worthy of a big dust?

"We took the children on a trip," said a father.

"We came to see the house and look for clues ... ... yes." The aspiring Miss Marple has an ecstatic smile ("Oh-Madonna-am-on-TV") and a look so stupid that suggests that he would not understand that her husband cheats on her even if caught in bed with another.

All Sherlock Holmes novel, these Italians.

All interested in the poor Sarah, pregnant with all humanity, all identify with Mamma Concetta, all against the monster that Misseri collapses like Raskolnikov in front of the investigators, all against Sabrina, riding the wave of the ongoing investigation.

are the same Italians who see a woman on the ground in a subway station and not only did not stoop down to help her, but avoids it, and do not even call 118. They are the same they see a taxi driver beaten to a pulp, not at night, but at lunchtime, and barely, in the discretion provided by the blind, whispering into the phone "There's a man to the ground lifeless wide Caccia Dominioni ". Voyeurs, in fact. Look and not touch, spy on and do nothing.

TV and voyeurs to feed story: demand creates supply, supply creates demand. On the other hand, if you have nothing else to do seventy years and, why not spend the afternoon with Milo Infante or Barbara D'Urso? Why a TV producer should not squeeze every last drop of share such a case? Who knows when the recapitalization such a death. There are no more ramps Alfredino once, we must strive, to direct the prosecutor to useless even when nothing is happening, interviewing a mess of Mottola only because once, a long time before the murder, he chatted with Sarah, frame by frame review of Sabrina the statements to the press.

Italy has immense problems, but the public debt and the electoral law does not feed the depravity of those who feeds on the despair of others to forget the poverty of their lives. Therefore Gabanelli away, and go with Avetrana.

Until the next murder.

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TWO LATI

few days ago in blog of Paola-Stardust-

I read the fable "The Wolf and the Moon" which I liked very much,

because the wolf howling desperately

in search of her baby, moved me.

The wolf is always described as

the villain of fairy tales, we learn that

no one is ever all good

and no one is ever around bad.

The story that is part of my book

"L'Allegra Compagnia"

entitled "The two sides,"

wants to somehow say

that in each of us lives

always a bit 'of good and a bit' wrong.

I am happy to dedicate this to tell you baby Paoletta

that because your post made me remember

and also to tell you that you me a dear friend

and I love you.

THE TWO SIDES

If things had gone as he had planned

Mouse Arturo, known as "Party Animal" for his habit of always thinking about at parties, might not have stumbled occorsagli the adventure, but since not all cloud has a silver lining ....


He woke up early and had decided to go for a game of bowls with


Cuckoo Gilbino and since then to talk about a holiday he had in mind, a masquerade.


The two found themselves in the Great Plains and began to mouth with hazelnuts.


Suddenly everything went dark, threatening clouds chased each other from the sea to the mountains. The thunder echoed from every corner of the sky, the flashes of lightning lit up at times.

Finally a deluge fell on the area. The two comrades who remained cut and run

Rat, soaked from head to foot, he found shelter under a small shed that was in front of a hole.

Suddenly the door opened the den and went out the Fox Guelph, mellifluous voice that he invited Arturo:
"What do you do Topo Arturo? Why not come? With the rain coming through to get wet all over. "
Rat was puzzled, because he was very wary of the fox that was a big wise guy, then everything about him ... it was rumored that in the company of stealing Gigia Faina in the hen houses and not only .. and apparently did well with the slaughter of birds
... "Thanks, but I'm well below. I do not want to bother you. " Guelph
But he insisted:
"We will miss another, does not bother me at all. Come in, come well, you can slightly heated. "
the face of such insistence, poor Arthur did not know which way to turn, finally shaking a bit 'from the cold and a little' fear, he made the best of a bad lot and went inside.


Guelph Now he did sit by the fire and

and brought him a cup of steaming milk.
Imagine the bewilderment of the Rat in the face of such kindness, he did not understand if it was selfless. In his brain was all a mess of presumptions: that is, it will be and that he could not give an answer.
Suddenly they heard a peep from the corner of the den:
"Pio, Pio, Pio .."
Arturo watched with apprehension the Fox, not daring to ask why the presence of a chick in his house and imagine the most terrible things.


The Guelph took the chick and lovingly petted him, saying
"Very quiet, you hear only the thunder, but soon all will pass and there will be the rainbow that you love so much . Remember the rainbow, right? "Then rivoltasi Arturo said,


"You know it is a bit 'poor little shocked. I found in a house on the second day of Passover. The hen house was empty because, as party, the woman had had a lot of people at lunch ... and so he was alone and afraid. It made me so much tenderness, not knowing who I was, I came close to twitter and asking for help. So I decided to take him to my house and treat him like a son. I called Donald "
Arturo could not believe his ears. It was all a joke? He could not conceive how a chick could have produced such a transformation in Guelph who had a reputation as little exemplary and commendable.




Meanwhile, the sky was clearing, the rain stopped and Arturo, bewildered as was happening to him, still in disbelief, the Fox thanked for their hospitality and disappeared like a flash back home , looking forward to tell his adventure to the friends of good company, maybe they would have got mad.
All day long remembered many times that he had witnessed and had to admit, after long reflection, he had received a bell'insegnamento because, after all, each of us, as his fame can be negative, has always a good side who can 'get out when others least expect it. And while he shaved, he looked carefully in the mirror and said to his image:
"What is your good side? And the bad? "
not believe it, but maybe he does not know the right answer.

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MY PHOTOS

I had been so enthusiastic

of the places visited during my vacation,
that I wanted to tell those
Tuscan
that still did not know, how beautiful Maremma
.
decided to send some pictures to
buongiornoregione.toscana
...
and here they are ....

Talamone and Rocca Aldobrandesca

Rock From the islands of the Tuscan landscape.

*********

thank the editors of

buongiornoregione.toscana @ rai.it

for having kindly forwarded.

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BE GRANDPARENTS

Years ago ... when my nephews were children, I wrote our adventures and I'd love to join in with a small branch taken from my account
"Do not make me laugh"

Federica (Kicca)

Lorenzo

summers with them .... were fine and funny ....


"... When my grandchildren come to Lawrence and Kicca few days with us because they say they are tired of being with those" old man "by their parents (according to their grandmother, grandfather and great-grandmother are young!) in the evening, waiting for my husband and my mother, you are lying down, stretch the backs of the chairs of the great terrace, we put them next to each other, then I in the middle, my "torturers" while the sides and one o'clock I took the arm on one side and the other part, we cover it with a big blanket and listen to the noises of the night that they have a great fascination. It 'just a magical moment all over because we are fortunate to live in the hills between the olive trees, where everything is quiet and so we can detect even the smallest noise. Apart from the shackles of the grape, sometimes the owl, sometimes the fox that tries to imitate the dog, some cats and many perfumes especially the delicate but full of the "belle" and gardenias.
After a while, 'they start asking me questions about the stars, on the other worlds. They want to know what comes after the infinite and then begin to forge strong in my arms for all that they can not well understand scares them. There are still a bit 'in silence and finally decides that maybe it's better to go to bed. And here comes the fun part, because both want to sleep with me in Latvian. My husband, who already knows how to finish things (how do you say no to the grandchildren?) He took his pillow and now Russian quietly in another room.
At least when they are in bed asleep. No way. Begin to make plans for the next day and laugh, you make the most outlandish ideas come because they do not really lacks imagination.
laugh at the thought of going to beg to Venice (in Venice who knows why) and I can already imagine how I dress and them. Or how to get his grandfather to build a cart for bring the old folks to take the newspaper, because it is right that they are always aware of what is happening in the world ... and I seem to be! Guess who will test the cart? Of course, Brown's grandmother and who else but her. To my protests because the road to get to our house is very steep, so there is to imagine the descent ... .. they say that maybe I can put a scarf on his head so I do not spettinerò, as if this was the most important thing. It then sbellicano laughter recalling that day, while his grandfather was a summer nap, they've painted my toenails with red enamel. He did not notice anything, to tell the truth even and when I got up, he put on a pair of clogs and went to a coffee bar. While he was sitting quietly enjoying his cup, he passed a friend of his who told him he did not know that he who had always considered a serious person, to a certain age had to let you take some "vice". My husband is there, there did not understand why taking a cup of coffee was considered a "bad habit", but when he noticed that the nails of his feet were bright red fire, he ran home as green as a lizard, crying that she did not want to be considered different from what it actually is. At this sight, I was taken from a fit of laughter, so much so that I could not stop. And so, I was also accused of being in agreement with the two "sciaguratelli. Imagine if I could not agree with them and dump the seasoned captain like that ... Since then, however, when he goes to rest in the afternoon, locked the bedroom door, because you never know!
So in the end, but at the very end of a thousand new projects, laughter and enter the world of Morpheus. Them, but I? I do not, because that's where the race starts karate. It 's amazing that while sleeping, they know well hit the ribs, hips, neck! At dawn I decided
it is better to exit from the nightmare, run away and I slip into bed with my husband, who regularly comments: "You took the bike? Ride! "Kill him! But we also laugh over. Who knows, as a good "selfish", but I'll still ride. Moreover, the life should be lived with a little 'optimistic, since there is only one, because I do not believe in reincarnation, so it is better not bitter with negative thoughts, if you can ....."

... .. meanwhile grew

... grew

e. .. are now "big"

... "great"

... and as they got older ... he added. ..

Elena Giulia, my casserole

and sister of Lorenzo.



Yes, they are all large, but for me, as their grandmother,

remain children

with whom we were to listen

noises of the night

and talking stars.