tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79483214451118566092024-03-05T21:10:13.155+01:00Veronica in viaggioveronicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06982556764128438249noreply@blogger.comBlogger84125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948321445111856609.post-86949702793076634382016-10-02T20:06:00.002+02:002016-10-02T22:07:09.879+02:00the mysteries of Blagaj<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhViTCJwbtV1BWWSd-hlJtqbElMj3HHGcR0FoaXt69N7xCR1U1UK2rL_OuOKSrLdH9DNqi_h5ucqs3xaf4okC7c3G0PjgIr0-FvUpQPht4Gf0WFoWEPO_NTbNRqYFoUPmfIYxADEjVDggg/s1600/blagaj+++muro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhViTCJwbtV1BWWSd-hlJtqbElMj3HHGcR0FoaXt69N7xCR1U1UK2rL_OuOKSrLdH9DNqi_h5ucqs3xaf4okC7c3G0PjgIr0-FvUpQPht4Gf0WFoWEPO_NTbNRqYFoUPmfIYxADEjVDggg/s400/blagaj+++muro.jpg" width="400" /></a><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">There is a place where the rocks are gray with streaks of orange, where the rock face is smooth and cold, and on top of the mountain there are cypresses that control that all is allright. In this place the vultures are protected and the donkey mother tries to escape from the advances of the donkey stallion. In this place everyone knows everyone and everyone knows you. This is their place, they have protected this valley and these mountains have protected them. In this place the coffee is made with water from the river Buna, the drink is rakjia or Pivo and the song is </span></span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">-c</span></span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #212121; white-space: pre-wrap;">rno vino crne oči-</span></span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"> This place is Eko Center Blagaj. I came in a day of celebration, the feast of vulture, people started to drink and sing until the sunrise, just to make me understand how it works around here. My home for my entire stay was a container, a nice place and the only things missing was a rug and a pair of curtains to make it more homie. The morning I was woken by the bells of the goats..... and here begins the first mystery of Blagaj.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Determined to face my fears, thanks to the confidence that a tall guide can give, I made the Via Ferrata, which is a climbing from the canyon, with iron ladders and iron curb. Assuming that I did a little effort and have been helped by Djevad, the mountain's gentle giant, (he also a little wiser) I was very pleased by the landscape, even though I never watched it but I enjoyed every digging of rock.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">And here the second mystery of Blagaj, the mystery of dead snails. It seems that in this canyon, come the snails in the process of dying, like the elephants, soil covered by mellow empty snails or another logical explanation for hundreds of snail shells, is that Alen, </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #212121; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">In this multi-purpose center, I was introduced to climbing, on a fake wall. If before I boasted of having climbed 5b in Greece, on this wall I'm a duffer, I think they have done something wrong, they even arranged a competition of climbing and no one was able to get to the top, not even the most skilled climber in all Bosnia succeeded . </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #212121; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">From here I take with me, the onion soup cooked on the stove, the coffee with the sugar cubes, the laughter, the soothing silence, the melancholy songs, the water of Buna, the serious speeches and the funny ones, a copy of keys and the fourth mystery .... but Ado, what kind of job he does?</span></span></span><br />
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</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3rFWa1YXI-vZmOODUT-01tZ6pVC4ewiz-AItFXalG-3Sohi-ndgrjcdYHdS-Yg1FRluQfdvELtACIE_vfNeWnwsoODYtv5Q8G2I4iE89uILo1FVdsOTyOt6jE89zA-Oxu70KM-aaGRbM/s1600/blagaj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="120" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3rFWa1YXI-vZmOODUT-01tZ6pVC4ewiz-AItFXalG-3Sohi-ndgrjcdYHdS-Yg1FRluQfdvELtACIE_vfNeWnwsoODYtv5Q8G2I4iE89uILo1FVdsOTyOt6jE89zA-Oxu70KM-aaGRbM/s400/blagaj.jpg" width="400" /></span></a><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">C è un posto dove le rocce sono grigie con delle striature arancioni, dove la parete è liscia e fredda, ed in cima alla montagna ci sono i cipressi a guardia che controllano che tutto vada bene. C’e un posto dove gli avvoltoi, sono protetti, dove mamma asina cerca a calci di sottrarsi alle avance dell’asino stallone. In questo posto tutti si conoscono e tutti ti conoscono. Questo è il loro luogo, l’hanno protetto e queste montagne li ha protetti. In questo posto il caffè si fa con l’acqua del fiume Buna, si beve rakjia o Pivo e si c</span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">anta -c</span></span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #212121; white-space: pre-wrap;">rno vino crne oči-</span>. Qu</span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">esto posto è Eko Center Blagaj. Sono arrivata in una giornata di festa, la festa del Condor, la gente ha iniziato a bere e ha cantare fino all'alba, giusto per farmi capire come funziona da queste parti. La mia casa per tutta la mia permanenza è stata un container, carino, gli manca giusto un tappeto e un paio di tende per renderlo più accogliente. La mattina venivo svegliata dalle campanelle delle capre, e qui inizia il primo mistero di Blagaj. Si dice che in cima ci sia una specie di Grotta, dove vive un omone con un jeep bianca, che cosa faccia non lo so, perché continui a passare avanti e indietro neppure, solitamente sale in cima con qualcuno e poi ritorna da solo, che fine facciano i poveri che vanno con lui non lo so, però so che fa salami. L’unico che ritorna sempre è Laza, forse perché iniziano a bere e l’omone si dimentica il perché l’ ha portato lassù in cima. A volte quando uscivo dal container in sottoveste mi sembrava di essere come quelle donne negli stati uniti che vivono in camper in mezzo al deserto, in mezzo al nulla, lavandosi con il catino e l’acqua fredda gelata del fiume, per fortuna dopo un pò ho avuto la promozione e mi hanno consegnato le chiavi del posto. Mai ho apprezzato cosi tanto il bollitore dell’acqua. Decisa ad affrontare le mie paure, grazie alla sicurezza che una guida alta 1,95 può dare ho fatto la via ferrata, cioè una arrampicata tra il canyon, con scalette di ferro e cordolo di ferro. Premettendo che ho fatto un po fatica e son stata sollevata quasi di peso dal Djevad il gigante buono della montagna, tra l’altro anche un po saggio , sono stata molto soddisfatta dal paesaggio , che non ho mai guardato, ma ho apprezzato ogni scavatura della roccia.</span></span><br />
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">If, in the rest of the world there is the mystery of crop circles, here in Greece there is the mystery of the soil circle.</span><span title="I filari di orti e di giardini, al mattino si trasformano in forme circolari.">The rows of orchards and gardens, in the morning turn into circular shapes. </span><span title="Perfette.">Perfect. </span><span title="Avevo gia' notato questa anomalia nel giardino di Senka.
">I had already noticed this anomaly in Senka garden.</span><span title="Che gli alieno Zeus voglia mandare un messaggio?">Maybe the alien Zeus wants to send a message? </span><span title="Forse irritato dall' uomo che lentamente sta avvelenando sua madre Gea, sta mandando dei segnali prima che sia troppo tardi.">Perhaps he is irritated by man who is slowly poisoning his mother Gea, he is sending us signals before it is too late.</span></span><br />
<span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"><span title="Forse irritato dall' uomo che lentamente sta avvelenando sua madre Gea, sta mandando dei segnali prima che sia troppo tardi."> </span><span title="Qui in Lakonia la parola Bio non is di uso comune, eppure Bios is vita.">Here in Lakonia the word Bio ( Organic ) is not in common use, but Bios is life.</span></span><br />
<span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"><span title="Qui in Lakonia la parola Bio non is di uso comune, eppure Bios is vita."> </span><span title="Saturno, oltre che ha essere il Dio dell' agricoltura is anche il Dio della trasgressione senza regole.
">Saturn, in not only the God of agriculture, is also the God of the transgression without rules.</span><span title="Questo stanno cercando di dirci, con questi orti circolari.
">Therefore are they trying to tell us, with these circular gardens.</span><span title="Abbandonare le regole lienari, per optare ad approccio naturale e caotico.
">Abandon rules confined spaces, to opt for natural and chaotic approach.</span></span><br />
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<span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"><span title="Abbandonare le regole lienari, per optare ad approccio naturale e caotico.
"><span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"><span class="">Saturn</span> has left some rules, <span class="">written</span> with natural charcoal, the 5 Zone and the 12 principles. If you see <span class="">people</span> walking around with straw under their arm, they are the followers of this sect<span class="">, they use</span> a lot of straw, have thatched stocks everywhere.<span class="">You can see them</span> <span class="">sometimes</span> wander at night in the gardens only covered with a sarong<span class="">, well</span> yes, in addition to straw, straw hat, they also have a sarong, and with a canisters containing a yellow liquid diluted 1:10.<br /><br /> What it is, I do not know, because they do at night, even. Legend say that , it comes from heaven, directly from the body of God Saturn.</span></span><span title="E aver Saturno contro non e' buona cosa.
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfBKM8Ggf77pxQZFr2Yju2bAC7t9uU5HvjU_1Xykugp5hGhA2mpgCqoFr5TN0k9n6q09KvuFxBap5WzyI5ntUBlBmONPza6MYv-K79cj1x97L_wPQVgg2Vsa8gvuhM6my3bnkHCOY34Bw/s1600/2016-07-03+12.23.50.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfBKM8Ggf77pxQZFr2Yju2bAC7t9uU5HvjU_1Xykugp5hGhA2mpgCqoFr5TN0k9n6q09KvuFxBap5WzyI5ntUBlBmONPza6MYv-K79cj1x97L_wPQVgg2Vsa8gvuhM6my3bnkHCOY34Bw/s200/2016-07-03+12.23.50.jpg" width="200" /></a><span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"><span title="E aver Saturno contro non e' buona cosa.
">Having Saturn in Opposition is not good thing.So </span><span title="Basta con le forme lineari, bisogna ritornare alle forme rotonde, case rotonde, stanze rotonde, il tavolo rotondo fa un po' anni ottanta , ma e' cosi bello sedersi e poter ascoltar tutti.">let's stop
with the linear forms, and come back to round shapes, round houses,
round room, the round table is a bit 80ies, but it' s so nice to sit
and listen to everyone.You can find round tables only</span><span title="Solo durante i matrimoni si trovano ancora o in casa delle nonne, con le chewingam vecchie attaccate sotto."> during weddings or in grandmothers house, with old chewingam attached below. </span><span title="Donne con i fianchi belli rotondi e gli uomini con la panza rotonda e lucida che spunta fuori da una maglietta troppo corta.
">Women with beautiful round hips and men with round, shiny belly that sticks out from a too short t-shirt.</span><span title="La viabilita' per una forza di aerodinamica e geologia della terra , is gia' curvilinea, quando
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<span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"><span title="La viabilita' per una forza di aerodinamica e geologia della terra , is gia' curvilinea, quando
">The viability for a force of aerodynamics and geology of the earth, is already' curvilinear. When</span><span title="guido su curve , ho un po' di problemi con la geometria dello sterzo, che la Dea Meti , mi voglia dire qualcosa?"> I drive on curves, I have a bit of problems with the steering geometry, ....Maybe the goddess Metis, is trying to tell me somenthing?</span></span><br />
<span class="" lang="en"><span title="guido su curve , ho un po' di problemi con la geometria dello sterzo, che la Dea Meti , mi voglia dire qualcosa?"><br /></span></span>
<span class="" lang="en"><span title="guido su curve , ho un po' di problemi con la geometria dello sterzo, che la Dea Meti , mi voglia dire qualcosa?"><br /></span></span>
<b><span style="background-color: white; color: #111111; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.12px; line-height: 19.68px;">Give yourself over to absolute pleasure</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #111111; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.12px; line-height: 19.68px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #111111; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.12px; line-height: 19.68px;">Swim the warm waters of sins of the flesh</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #111111; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.12px; line-height: 19.68px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #111111; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.12px; line-height: 19.68px;">Erotic nightmares beyond any measure</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #111111; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.12px; line-height: 19.68px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #111111; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.12px; line-height: 19.68px;">And sensual daydreams to treasure forever</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #111111; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.12px; line-height: 19.68px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #111111; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.12px; line-height: 19.68px;">Can't you just see it.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #111111; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.12px; line-height: 19.68px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #111111; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.12px; line-height: 19.68px;">Don't dream it, be it</span></b><br />
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The Rocky Horror Picture Show )<br />
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Se nel resto del mondo c'e il mistero dei cerchi di grano, qui c 'e il mistero dei cerchi di terra.<br />
I filari di Orti e di giardini al mattino si trasformano in forme circolari. Perfette. Avevo gia' notato questa anomalia nel giardino di Senka.<br />
Che l' alieno Zeus voglia mandare un messaggio? Forse irritato dall' uomo che lentamente sta avvelenando sua madre Gea, sta mandando dei segnali prima che sia troppo tardi. Qui in Lakonia la parola Bio non e' di uso comune, eppure Bios e' vita. Saturno, oltre che ha essere il Dio dell' agricoltura e' anche il Dio della trasgressione senza regole. <br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5clu5AHecfy3UPVaeOg0Q1cmyo_c-1Ki0el1RzcZlDNQ28hJ_5oKfwQb2QKZG_QqSNsZGnJvwnTTcA9pc7k9pwnJxs9uEUAskdu-pUFPo5c23psEccg2IEvjmvu26-ohQufHORqMkrLU/s1600/20160616_115132.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="120" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5clu5AHecfy3UPVaeOg0Q1cmyo_c-1Ki0el1RzcZlDNQ28hJ_5oKfwQb2QKZG_QqSNsZGnJvwnTTcA9pc7k9pwnJxs9uEUAskdu-pUFPo5c23psEccg2IEvjmvu26-ohQufHORqMkrLU/s200/20160616_115132.jpg" width="200" /></a>Questo stanno cercando di dirci, con questi orti circolari.<br />
Abbandonare le regole lienari, per optare ad approccio naturale e caotico.<br />
Saturno ha lasciato delle regole scritte con carbone naturale, le 5 Zone e i 12 principi. Se vedete in giro gente con la paglia sotto braccio sono i seguaci di questa setta, usano tantissima paglia, hanno scorte di paglia ovunque.<br />
Li si vede a volte gironzolare di notte negli orti altrui coperti solo con un sarong, beh si oltre alla paglia, cappello di paglia hanno anche il sarong, con delle taniche contenenti un liquido giallo diluito 1:10. <br />
Cosa sia , non lo so, perche' lo facciano di notte, neppure. Narra la leggenda che provenga dal cielo, direttamente dal corpo di Dio Saturno. <br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0kPvI45i7sl7SxGVmO4C4td20ZKe82gr_LUHFRG11YiJQ44pwr2RbnV9zZn2ENP8On13xyddUem1Gf6hmRN1l-WaEI-tudvqBMHw2JAuQhflfPTjlnqy1NlQI7tyIvU-_d_yvDMYt_48/s1600/13495079_10210180421013480_8815306638672898502_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="192" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0kPvI45i7sl7SxGVmO4C4td20ZKe82gr_LUHFRG11YiJQ44pwr2RbnV9zZn2ENP8On13xyddUem1Gf6hmRN1l-WaEI-tudvqBMHw2JAuQhflfPTjlnqy1NlQI7tyIvU-_d_yvDMYt_48/s320/13495079_10210180421013480_8815306638672898502_n.jpg" width="320" /></a>E aver Saturno contro non e' buona cosa. quindi,basta con le forme lineari, bisogna ritornare alle forme rotonde, case rotonde, stanze rotonde, il tavolo rotondo fa un po' anni ottanta , ma e' cosi bello sedersi e poter ascoltar tutti. Solo durante i matrimoni si trovano ancora o in casa delle nonne, con le chewingam vecchie attaccate sotto. Donne con i fianchi belli rotondi e gli uomini con la panza rotonda e lucida che spunta fuori da una maglietta troppo corta.<br />
La viabilita' per una forza di aerodinamica e geologia della terra , e' gia' curvilinea.<br />
Io quando guido su una strada con curve, ho un po' di problemi con la geometria dello sterzo, che la Dea Meti , mi voglia dire qualcosa?<br />
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<b>Ci sono momenti come questo in cui riesco a sentirmi felice. Voglio che rimanga tutto così per sempre. Anche se so che per sempre non esiste. (Saturno Contro)</b></div>
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<span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"><span title="Si che pensa che, in uno stato in piena Crisi economica sia anche economico...si sbaglia.
">If you thinks that, a country in full economic crisis is also economic ... you are wrong.</span><span title="In uno stato in crisi economica , gli stipendi vengono ridotti e le tasse e aumentate.
"> In a country in economic crisis, the salaries are reduced and taxes and increased.</span><span title="Qui il caffe' costa come da Starbucks."> Also the coffe's taxes.</span><span title="La birra costa meno del caffe'.
">The beer costs less than coffee.</span><span title="Un kilo di pollo costa come un kilo di burro.
">A kilo of chicken costs the same as a kilo of butter.</span><span title="Per me questo non ha senso.">To me this makes no sense. </span><span title="Ma chi decide il prezzo delle cose.
">But who decides the price of the things. </span><span title="Il mercato.
">The market.</span><span title="Chi decide il prezzo dei sentimenti.">Who decides the price of feelings. </span><span title="Il mercato.
">The market.</span><span title="A volte le ralazioni vengono messe sullo stesso piano del denaro.
"> </span></span><br />
<span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"><span title="A volte le ralazioni vengono messe sullo stesso piano del denaro.
">Sometimes ralations are put on the same level of money.</span><span title="Il Denaro are di fatto una proprieta'."> Money are in fact a property. </span><span title="Il denaro che tu hai sono tuo.">The money that you have are yours.With not real</span><span title="Non hanno nessun sentimento effettivo, are solo una tua proprieta'.
"> feeling, is only your property.</span><span title="Ma chi si definisce se stesso non attaccato alle cose materiali, non include il denaro.
"> But, who defines himself not attached to material things, it does not include the money.</span><span title="A volte bisogna scegliere."> Sometimes you have to choose. </span><span title="Tra un rapporto umano e un rapporto economico.
">Between a human and an economic relationship. </span><span title="Tenendo presente il rapporto che unisce, bisogna separare i sentimenti dai debiti.
">Bearing in mind the relationship that unites, you must separate feelings from debts.</span><span title="L'amicizia che unisce is quando una delle due parti alla fine della giornata diventa spettatore.">The friendship that unites is when one of the parties, at the end of the day, becomes a spectator. </span><span title="Perche' una volta che is stato scambiato di portafoglio, il denaro non esiste piu'.">Because once it is traded wallet, the money no longer exists. </span><span title="Forse si diventa spettatori per bisogno.">Maybe you become spectators bec</span><span title="Perche' in quel momento si ha piu' bisogno di rapporti che denaro.
">ause at that moment you have more a need of a relationships then money.</span><span title="Quando si riallaccia un rapporto dopo un periodo di silenzio solitamente is per un bisogno."> </span></span><br />
<span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"><span title="Quando si riallaccia un rapporto dopo un periodo di silenzio solitamente is per un bisogno."> </span></span><span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"><span title="Quando si riallaccia un rapporto dopo un periodo di silenzio solitamente is per un bisogno."><span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"><span class="">A</span><span class="">fter</span> a<span class=""> period of silences</span>, <span class="">the established</span> <span class="">again</span> <span class="">of a relationship is </span></span>usually a need,</span></span><span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"><span class=""> forgiveness</span>, help or <span class="">a safe harbor. </span></span><br />
<span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"><span title="Quando si riallaccia un rapporto dopo un periodo di silenzio solitamente is per un bisogno."> </span><span title="Il danaro in questione sono i sentimenti.">The money in question are the feelings. </span><span title="I sentimenti che cambiano direzione.">The feelings that change direction. </span><span title="Anche qui si possiedono i sentimenti e si decide dove metterli, e anche qui lo spettatore is solo uno.
">The owner of feelings decide where to put them, and the spectator is only one.</span><span title="E anche qui, si decide, cosa sia in quel momento piu' importante."> Also here, you decide what is in the most important for you in that moment. </span><span title="Il rapporto umano o l 'orgoglio.
">The relationship or the pride. What do you need more. Love or hatred. Spitenss is the easy way, nobody can hurt you. But with endearment at every wound, at every lie the heart becomes more hard, like a stone. </span><span title="Peccato che per gli altri personaggi dello spettacolo non sia stato lo stesso.
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWSf0LFHk6tQTabT_YxGMjbiTYv_7mrjHh2SP28vScHqYAgq8uZ-Lu1LP0nqiCeiObza86ZCY-TXP5wDVxirDk8zP4Krs1AThb55JpxX2QIprQqs3EUIMD9Ao6X0ewVUSF9g6bjKaxWHU/s1600/2016-06-09+11.14.24.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWSf0LFHk6tQTabT_YxGMjbiTYv_7mrjHh2SP28vScHqYAgq8uZ-Lu1LP0nqiCeiObza86ZCY-TXP5wDVxirDk8zP4Krs1AThb55JpxX2QIprQqs3EUIMD9Ao6X0ewVUSF9g6bjKaxWHU/s320/2016-06-09+11.14.24.jpg" width="240" /></a><span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"><span title="Un amico per te ci sara' sempre, tranne se si tratta di affari.
"> The money are for those who own them</span><span title="Perche' il denaro is di chi ce l 'ha, in tasca o sotto il cuscino.
">, in their pocket or under the pillow.</span><span title="Se il tuo denaro are in banca, non are piu' tuo."> If the money are in the bank, they are no longer yours. </span><span title="La banca ha il potere di tenerlo o restituirtelo, in parte.">The bank has the power to keep it or return it, in part. </span><span title="Alle sue condizioni.">On his terms. </span><span title="Perche' non ti appartiene piu'.
">Because they do not belong to you anymore. </span><span title="In Grecia le banche a volte chiudono.
">In Greece, banks sometimes close.</span><span title="Ci sono delle banca etiche, cioe' finanziano con i tuoi soldi progetti etici.
">There are ethical bank, that finance, with your money, ethical projects. </span><span title="In quest epoca dove there is un ritorno alla terra, potrebbero essere re intregrati i Monti Frumentari , dove la merce di scambio is la semenza.">In
this era, where there is a return to the land, could be reintegrate the Frumentari Monti ( Medioeval Bank), where the exchange is in
seeds.</span></span><br />
<span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"><span title="In quest epoca dove there is un ritorno alla terra, potrebbero essere re intregrati i Monti Frumentari , dove la merce di scambio is la semenza."> Ops</span><span title="A no, is gia' stata introdotta, La banca Monsanto."> no, is already introduced, the Monsanto Bank.</span></span><br />
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<span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"><span title="A no, is gia' stata introdotta, La banca Monsanto."> </span></span><b>How does it feel, how does it feel?<br />To have you on your own, with no direction home<br />Like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone<br /><br />Ahh princess on a steeple and all the pretty people<br />They're all drinking, thinking that they've got it made<br />Exchanging all precious gifts<br />But you better take your diamond ring, you better pawn it babe<br />You used to be so amused<br />At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used<br />Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse<br />When you ain't got nothing, you got nothing to lose<br />You're invisible now, you've got no secrets to conceal <br /> <br />How does it feel, ah how does it feel?<br />To be on your own, with no direction home<br />Like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone</b><br />
( The Harmonica Player Dylan )<br />
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A chi pensa che, uno stato in piena Crisi economica sia anche economico...si sbaglia.<br />
In uno stato in crisi economica , gli stipendi vengono ridotti e le tasse e aumentate.<br />
Anche la tassa sul caffe'. Qui il caffe' costa come da Starbucks. La birra costa meno del caffe'.<br />
Un kilo di pollo costa come un kilo di burro.<br />
Per me questo non ha senso. Ma chi decide il prezzo delle cose?<br />
Il mercato.<br />
Chi decide il prezzo dei sentimenti. Il mercato.<br />
A volte le ralazioni vengono messe sullo stesso piano del denaro.<br />
Il denaro e' di fatto una proprieta'. Il denaro che tu hai e' tuo. Non ha nessun sentimento affettivo, e' solo una tua proprieta'.<br />
Ma chi si definisce non attaccato alle cose materiali, non include il denaro.<br />
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A volte bisogna scegliere. Tra un rapporto umano e un rapporto economico.<br />
Tenendo presente il rapporto che unisce, bisogna separare i sentimenti dai debiti. <br />
L'amicizia che unisce e' quando una delle due parti alla fine della giornata diventa spettatore. Perche' una volta che e' stato scambiato di portafoglio, il denaro non esiste piu'. Forse si diventa spettatori per bisogno. Perche' in quel momento si ha piu' bisogno di rapporti che denaro.<br />
Quando si riallaccia un rapporto, dopo un periodo di silenzio, solitamente e' per un bisogno. Il danaro in questione sono i sentimenti. I sentimenti che cambiano direzione. Anche qui si possiedono i sentimenti e si decide dove metterli, e anche qui lo spettatore e' solo uno.<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWXgt2ta-cUA912rZ-YIB72AkwKIbGnJWBlANuIr3Lt3DPjAGF_SefOUJAdrVQI5BTbQbY0lMjNuxeV8vIXZHwDkwqybBR-WFOYnaYb5v1lrfHr5GPp0lCQvkXyWI4qTlcsP3J0Jo2NBI/s1600/2016-06-09+11.13.44.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWXgt2ta-cUA912rZ-YIB72AkwKIbGnJWBlANuIr3Lt3DPjAGF_SefOUJAdrVQI5BTbQbY0lMjNuxeV8vIXZHwDkwqybBR-WFOYnaYb5v1lrfHr5GPp0lCQvkXyWI4qTlcsP3J0Jo2NBI/s320/2016-06-09+11.13.44.jpg" width="320" /></a>E anche qui, si decide, cosa sia in quel momento piu' importante. Il rapporto umano o l 'orgoglio. Amore o livore.<br />
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Il denaro e' di chi ce l 'ha, in tasca o sotto il cuscino.<br />
Se il tuo denaro e' in banca, non e' piu' tuo. La banca ha il potere di tenerlo o restituirtelo, in parte. Alle sue condizioni. Perche' non ti appartiene piu'.<br />
In Grecia le banche a volte chiudono.<br />
Ci sono delle banca etiche, cioe' finanziano con i tuoi soldi progetti etici.<br />
In quest' epoca deve vi e' un ritorno alla terra, potrebbe essere reintegrato il Monte Frumentario, dove la merce di scambio e' la semenza. Mi son sbagliata, c e' gia', la banca Monsanto.<br />
<b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span class="whole-read-more" data-can-replace-url="phrase" data-query="utm_source=internal&utm_medium=link&utm_campaign=phrase_snippet_wholetext" data-url-param-0="gli-immobili-stanno-li-ma-non-generano-ricchezza">“Gli immobili stanno lì ma non generano ricchezza , mentre i soldi creano <span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">soldi</span>... e i <span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">soldi</span> io li so<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> fabbricare</span>,<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">donna</span><a data-query="utm_source=internal&utm_medium=link&utm_campaign=phrase_snippet_term" data-term="donna" href="http://www.frasicelebri.it/frasi-celebri/donna/?utm_source=internal&utm_medium=link&utm_campaign=phrase_snippet_term"></a> Imma. Senza tirar fuori un centesimo, semplicemente prendendo e restituendo prestiti , giocando sulle valute.” Gomorra ( la serie )</span></span></span></b><br />
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veronicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06982556764128438249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948321445111856609.post-21496317763256173652016-06-03T18:07:00.001+02:002016-06-04T08:25:05.101+02:00Open the 4 Chakra: A Heart full of bosnian earthworms<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgos-uN9FNEUiOHtdp-hEMgbDRXC_qmCkAvZF9CzmSIbMvpqS_NT_Wry1MMj3W0-EEgh-ostuMLNhMawIZdICHVdfnvMgVY0VgD37atU73PYzus5WT1NKKa49zM-Wp6l8ytsgWzsqHG6g8/s1600/udruga+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgos-uN9FNEUiOHtdp-hEMgbDRXC_qmCkAvZF9CzmSIbMvpqS_NT_Wry1MMj3W0-EEgh-ostuMLNhMawIZdICHVdfnvMgVY0VgD37atU73PYzus5WT1NKKa49zM-Wp6l8ytsgWzsqHG6g8/s320/udruga+3.jpg" width="320" /></a> <span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"><span title="Senka parla ai suoi bambini, e loro stanno li.">Senka speaks to her children, and they're there</span><span title="fermi immobili , piccoli germogli bisognosi di cure.
">, small little sprouts. </span><span title="Lei sta facendo lo zaino per un viaggi d' investimeto.
">She is preparing the backpack to a </span></span><span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"><span title="Si investe denaro e energia per travare o provare qualcosa."><span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"><span title="Lei sta preparando lo zaino per un viaggio d' investimento.
">investment journey. </span></span></span></span><br />
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<span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"><span title="Amore, felicita', la casa dei sogni , un albero di melograno.
"><span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"><span title="Si investe denaro e energia per trovare o provare qualcosa.">You invest money and energy to find or prove something. </span><span title="Amore, felicita', la casa dei sogni , un albero di melograno.
">Love, happiness, the dream house, a Pomegrate tree, a soil full of earthworms.</span></span></span></span><br />
<span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"><span title="Amore, felicita', la casa dei sogni , un albero di melograno.
"><span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"><span title="Amore, felicita', la casa dei sogni , un albero di melograno.
"> </span></span></span><span title="Il mio viaggio tra i balcani verso la Grecia e' simile.
">My journey through the Balkans to Greece is similar.</span></span><br />
<span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"><span title="Il mio viaggio tra i balcani verso la Grecia e' simile.
"> </span><span title="La casa di Senka e' piena di sole e di di energia e di piccole piante.">The house of Senka is full of sunshine, energy and small plants. </span><span title="Alberi da frutto, allegrano il giardino.
">The fruit trees, are happy in the garden. </span><span title="Lei ama la terra e la rispetta.">She loves the land and respects her.</span></span><br />
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<span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"><span title="Vecchi pensionati passano vicono alla sua casa, borbottando vedendo quello strato di paglia ricoprire le piante.
">Old people walk close to her house, muttering seeing the layer of straw covering the plants.</span><span title="Le persone hanno perso l abitudine di guardare il bello."> People have lost the habit of looking at the beauty. </span></span><br />
<span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"><span title="Le persone hanno perso l abitudine di guardare il bello."> </span></span><span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"><span title="Le persone hanno perso l abitudine di guardare il bello."> </span><span title="Non vedono il bello che sta sotto la paglia.">They do not see the beauty that lies beneath the straw. The beauty of the simple things.</span></span><br />
<span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"><span title="Non vedono il bello che sta sotto la paglia."> </span><span title="MA il bello sta negli occhi di chi guarda e forse la cataratta li offusca.
">But the beauty lies in the eye of the beholder and perhaps cataract blurs them.</span></span><br />
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<span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"><span title="MA il bello sta negli occhi di chi guarda e forse la cataratta li offusca.
"> </span><span title="Uno dei motivi per il quale si va in un altro stato a vivere e perche' non si capisce molto la lingua.C 'e e ci sara' sempre qualcuno con il dito puntato che ti dice che stai sbagliando.
">One good reasons to live in a foreign country is that you do not understand</span></span><span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"><span title="Uno dei motivi per il quale si va in un altro stato a vivere e perche' non si capisce molto la lingua.C 'e e ci sara' sempre qualcuno con il dito puntato che ti dice che stai sbagliando.
"><span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"><span title="Uno dei motivi per il quale si va in un altro stato a vivere e perche' non si capisce la lingua."> the language</span></span> . There is and there will always
be someone that will tells you that you're wrong.</span></span><br />
<span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"><span title="Uno dei motivi per il quale si va in un altro stato a vivere e perche' non si capisce molto la lingua.C 'e e ci sara' sempre qualcuno con il dito puntato che ti dice che stai sbagliando.
"> </span><span title="Io faccio finta di non capire.">I pretend to not understand. </span><span title="Come un messaggio che si pretende di non aver letto.
">As a message that claims not to have read.</span></span><br />
<span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"><span title="Ti hanno avvistao , ma tu ignori e prosegui nella tua direzione.
"><span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"><span title="loro ti hanno avvisato , ma tu ignori e prosegui nella tua direzione.
">They have warned you, but you ignore and continue in your direction.</span></span></span></span><br />
<span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"><span title="Ti hanno avvistao , ma tu ignori e prosegui nella tua direzione.
"><span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"><span title="loro ti hanno avvisato , ma tu ignori e prosegui nella tua direzione.
"> </span></span></span><span title="E a volte sbagli.">And sometimes you wrong. </span><span title="Io ho preso decisioni forse sbagliate.">I took maybe a wrong decisions. </span><span title="Ma sono qui e vado avanti.
">But I'm here and go forward.</span></span><br />
<span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"><span title="Ma sono qui e vado avanti.
"> </span><span title="Anche la casa di Sali e' piena di energia, di bella gente, di passione e di semi.">The home of Sali is full of energy, beautiful people, passion and seeds. </span><span title="Semi di ogni tipo e varieta'.
">Seeds of all types and varieties.</span><span title="La casa delle idee."> They are seeds.As</span></span><span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"> <span>the seeds</span><span>,</span> <span>they want to</span> <span>grow in a</span><span class="">live soil. </span></span><br />
<span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"><span title="La casa delle idee.">The house of ideas. </span><span title="La casa delle buone vibrazioni.
">The house of good vibrations. </span></span><span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"><span title="Mi sento comoda.
"><span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"><span title="Sto respirando positivita' in questo viaggio balkanico.">I'm breathing positivity in this balkanic trip. </span><span title="Mi sento comoda.
">I feel comfortable.</span></span></span></span><br />
<span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"><span title="Mi sento comoda.
"><span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"><span title="Mi sento comoda.
"> </span></span></span><span title="Permacultare, orto sinerci, approccio olistico.
">Permacultare, sinergic garden, holistic approach. </span></span><br />
<span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"><span title="Permacultare, orto sinerci, approccio olistico.
"> </span><span title="Ogni elemento e' unito tra loro.
">Each element is united between them.</span></span><br />
<span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"><span title="Le persone sono la terra che calpestano.
"><span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"><span title="Le persone sono la terra che stanno calpestando.
">People are the land that they are trampling. </span></span></span></span><br />
<span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"><span title="Le persone sono la terra che calpestano.
"><span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"><span title="Le persone sono la terra che stanno calpestando.
"> </span></span></span><span title="Le piante a volte chiedono aiuto a chi le sta accanto.
">Plants sometimes ask help from whoever is close. </span><span title="A volte la pianta di pomodore chiede aiuto alla fava e la fava chiede aiuto al taggete, o al lombrico .
">Sometimes the pomodore plant asks for help to the fava bean, that asks for help to the tagetes, or to a earthworm. </span></span><br />
<span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"><span title="A volte la pianta di pomodore chiede aiuto alla fava e la fava chiede aiuto al taggete, o al lombrico .
"> </span><span title="Ognuno di noi dovrebbe avere un lombrico accanto e anche solo per guardarlo negli occhi.">Each of us should have an earthworm next.</span></span><br />
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<b><span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"><span title="Ognuno di noi dovrebbe avere un lombrico accanto e anche solo per guardarlo negli occhi."> "To see you naked is to remember the Earth,<br />the smooth Earth..."Garcia Lorca</span></span></b><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">“You are not special. You're not a beautiful and
unique snowflake. You're the same decaying organic matter as everything
else. We're all part of the same compost heap. We're all singing, all
dancing crap of the world.”( The Fight Club )</span></h1>
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Senka parla ai suoi bambini, e loro stanno li. fermi immobili , piccoli germogli bisognosi di cure.<br />
Lei sta facendo lo zaino per un viaggi d' investimeto.<br />
Si investe denaro e energia per trovare o provare qualcosa. Amore, felicita', la casa dei sogni , un albero di melograno.<br />
Il mio viaggio tra i balcani verso la Grecia e' simile. <br />
La casa di Senka e' piena di sole,energia e di piccole piante. Alberi da frutto, allegrano il giardino.<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-tN5pK1PoWmlu2_go69CqeuDNFOsaM1A6VzC6IVkHIQ-YhKmWeYBKCpNnP9osInYY-YFMxcdQlNvYRmVREfLr1AUOnT6WrqBfZ7iQpFDXdiAJ2Bp28jTVfU0wWmNbBWQWibeGtffRgI8/s1600/senka+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-tN5pK1PoWmlu2_go69CqeuDNFOsaM1A6VzC6IVkHIQ-YhKmWeYBKCpNnP9osInYY-YFMxcdQlNvYRmVREfLr1AUOnT6WrqBfZ7iQpFDXdiAJ2Bp28jTVfU0wWmNbBWQWibeGtffRgI8/s320/senka+2.jpg" width="320" /></a>Lei ama la terra e la rispetta. Vecchi pensionati passano vicino alla sua casa, borbottando vedendo quello strato di paglia ricoprire le piante.<br />
Le persone hanno perso l' abitudine di guardare il bello. Non vedono il bello che sta sotto la paglia. Ma il bello sta negli occhi di chi guarda e forse la cataratta li offusca.<br />
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Uno dei motivi per il quale si va in un altro stato a vivere e perche' non si capisce molto la lingua.C' 'e e ci sara' sempre qualcuno con il dito puntato che ti dice che stai sbagliando.<br />
Io faccio finta di non capire. Come un messaggio che si pretende di non aver letto.<br />
Ti hanno avvisato , ma tu ignori e prosegui nella tua direzione.<br />
E a volte sbagli. Io ho preso decisioni forse sbagliate. Ma sono qui e vado avanti.<br />
Anche la casa di Sali e' piena di energia, di bella gente, di passione e di semi. Semi di ogni tipo e varieta'.<br />
La casa delle idee. La casa delle buone vibrazioni. Loro sono semi.<br />
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Sto respirando positivita' in questo viaggio balkanico. Mi sento comoda.<br />
Permacultare, orto sinergici, approccio olistico.<br />
Ogni elemento e' unito tra loro.<br />
Le persone sono la terra che calpestano.<br />
Le piante a volte chiedono aiuto a chi le sta accanto.<br />
A volte la pianta di pomodore chiede aiuto alla fava e la fava chiede aiuto al taggete, o al lombrico .<br />
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Ognuno di noi dovrebbe avere un lombrico accanto.<br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Quisieron enterrarnos pero no sabian que eramos semilla</b></span><br />
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veronicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06982556764128438249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948321445111856609.post-48045785953313438402016-05-24T11:38:00.000+02:002016-05-24T11:38:07.443+02:00The Chakra Opener:Croatian rocks do not break on their own.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">There is an island in Croatia inhabited by extraordinary creatures.<br /><br />Women.<br />If behind every great man there is a woman, behind a woman there is only herself.<br />The effort required to us is bigger.<br />Like the ancient Amazons, they migrated here, without the amputation of the mammary gland, but abandoning the bra.<br /><br />If, you see the bra as a constraint that does not make you breathe, change the brand, I will don't know where to put the money when I don 't have a bag. It can be a great hiding place. Money, handkerchiefs credit card.<br /><br />The old fisherman, thinking they got here from The island of Lesvos, not as refugees but as fabled creatures from Sappho. He welcomed them in his property. Not knowing that they were the grandchildren of the witches that his ancestors had failed to burn. We are not property.<br /><br />Freed from the chains, and after turning the fisherman in a pork, they reached freedom. Approprieting a hostile land, arid and inaccessible. But it was their. Their land. Free.<br />From what we want to be free?</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">They will not have the house more solid in the world. The comfort is not their priority,</span></span><br />
<pre class="tw-data-text vk_txt tw-ta tw-text-small" data-fulltext="" data-placeholder="Traduzione" dir="ltr" id="tw-target-text" style="height: 48px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="en">still they can not live on what they are cultivate and the woodoven door is too small .</span></span></span><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> But they still there.</span></span><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></pre>
<pre class="tw-data-text vk_txt tw-ta tw-text-small" data-fulltext="" data-placeholder="Traduzione" dir="ltr" id="tw-target-text" style="height: 48px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">After the fire, they are not born again from the ashes, because they are not the Phoenicians,</span></span></pre>
<pre class="tw-data-text vk_txt tw-ta tw-text-small" data-fulltext="" data-placeholder="Traduzione" dir="ltr" id="tw-target-text" style="height: 48px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> they are women and they are not burned.</span></span></pre>
<b><br /> </b><br /><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Don't you realize? The next time you see sky, it'll be over another
town. The next time you take a test, it'll be in some other school. Our
parents, they want the best of stuff for us. But right now, they got to
do what's right for them. Because it's their time. Their time! Up there!
Down here, it's our time. It's our time down here. That's all over the
second we ride up Troy's bucket. ( The Goonies )</b></span></span><br />
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C'e' un isola in Croazia abitata da creature straordinarie.<br />
Donne.<br />
Se dietro ad ogni uomo importante c'e una donna, dietro ad una donna c' e' solo se stessa.<br />
Lo sforzo a noi richiesto e' maggiore.<br />
Come le antiche amazzoni sono migrate qui, senza l amputazione della ghiandola mammaria , ma abbandonando il reggiseno.<br />
A chi vede, il reggiseno, come una costrizione che non ti fa' respirare, aggiungo di cambiar marca, inoltre non saprei dove mettere i soldi se non ho le tasche. Puo' essere un ottimo nascondiglio . Soldi , fazzoletti carta di credito. <br />
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Il vecchio pescatore, pensando che arrivassero dall' isola di Lesvos, non da rifugiate, ma come creature decantate da Saffo le ha accolte nella sua proprieta'. Non sapendo che erano le nipoti delle streghe che i suoi avi non erano riusciti a bruciare.<br />
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Da cosa ci si vuol liberare.<br />
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La loro non sara' la casa piu' solida del mondo. La comodita' non e' una priorita', non riescono ancora a vivere di cio' che fanno e lo sportello del forno e' troppo piccolo.<br />
Ma sono ancora li.<br />
Dopo l 'incendio, non sono rinate dalle ceneri, perche' non sono fenici, sono donne e non sono bruciate.<br />
<b>"Yo solía pensar que era la persona más extraña en el mundo, pero
luego pensé, hay mucha gente así en el mundo, tiene que haber alguien
como yo, que se sienta bizarra y dañada de la misma forma en que yo me
siento. Me la imagino, e imagino que ella también debe estar por ahí
pensando en mí. Bueno, yo espero que si tu estás por ahí y lees esto
sepas que, sí, es verdad, yo estoy aquí, soy tan extraña como tú."</b><br />Frida.</div>
veronicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06982556764128438249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948321445111856609.post-82071019588282213142016-05-22T13:49:00.000+02:002016-05-23T14:19:46.863+02:00The Chakra Opener: The breath of Balkan Fear.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span lang="IT" style="font-size: small;"><br /><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span lang="IT" style="font-size: small;"><span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"><span title="Ci sono molti tipi di paure.
">There are many types of fears.</span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span lang="IT" style="font-size: small;"><span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"><span title="Ci sono molti tipi di paure.
"> </span><span title="Milica a 20anni affrontava la paura dei bombardamenti ballando sul ponte di Belgrado, con un adesivo in fronte.">Milica in her 20s faced the fear of the bombing, dancing on the bridge in Belgrade, with a sticker on the front as a target. With</span><span title="A petto aperto facendo da bersaglio."> open chest. </span><span title="Dicendo Io sono qui.">I am here. </span><span title="Io non ho paura.
">I'm not afraid. She was screaming. </span><span title="Una madre faceva circoncidere il figlio, in una casa che non era la loro nascosta tra i monti dell’ Herzegovina, con l’unica fotografia della sua vita che è riuscita a portar via.">A
mother was circumcised her son, in a house that was not their, hidden in the Herzegovina mountains. with the only photograph of hes life, the only one she could take with her. </span><span title="Si nasconde la paura agli occhi di un figlio.
"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Lost.</span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMf3713CDMjx5RCFrJAqjaK6A55rRs_45JEj4wEfVF7lMKOXauisoXjI43D8Efn-lDBJVAet7NSUc2pZw2Ea5H_y10KGtrK_oR5-KUPARoUDsU-Mg0WtFqzhIeKbTJZaDy2Nfx7yeZbjw/s1600/foto+crotto+092.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMf3713CDMjx5RCFrJAqjaK6A55rRs_45JEj4wEfVF7lMKOXauisoXjI43D8Efn-lDBJVAet7NSUc2pZw2Ea5H_y10KGtrK_oR5-KUPARoUDsU-Mg0WtFqzhIeKbTJZaDy2Nfx7yeZbjw/s400/foto+crotto+092.jpg" width="300" /></a><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span lang="IT" style="font-size: small;"><span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"><span title="Si nasconde la paura agli occhi di un figlio.
"><br /></span><span title="Zoran era stato mandato in sicilia, Split non era più un posto sicuro.">Zoran was 6 when had been sent to Sicily alone, Split was no longer a safe place. </span><span title="La paura dell’abbandono.
">Fear.</span><span title="Quali paure stanno superando chi fugge dalla propria casa in cerca di aiuto.">What fears are overcoming those fleeing their homes in search of help. </span><span title="Quale può essere la paura per una madre che affronta l’ignoto.
">What can be the fear of a mother facing the unknown.</span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span lang="IT" style="font-size: small;"><span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"><span title="Quale può essere la paura per una madre che affronta l’ignoto.
"><br /></span><span title="Milica cammina a testa alta.">Milica now is walking proud. </span><span title="Non ha paura.">Not afraid. </span><span title="Affronta e vive la vita a petto aperto.">She faces and lives life with open chest. </span><span title="Il bersaglio sulla fronte sarà sempre li.">The target on the forehead will always be there. </span><span title="Perchè e' cosi che bisogna affrontare le paure.">How you have to face the fears. </span><span title="Senza paura.">Fearless.</span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span lang="IT" style="font-size: small;"><span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"><span title="Senza paura."> </span><span title="A volte si a bisogno di sentirsi dire che andra' tutto bene.">Sometimes you need to be told that every things will go all right. </span><span title="La paura del domani, della morte, di rimanere soli.
"> </span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span lang="IT" style="font-size: small;"><span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"><span title="La paura del domani, della morte, di rimanere soli.
">The fear of tomorrow, of the death, of being alone.</span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span lang="IT" style="font-size: small;"><span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"><span title="La paura del domani, della morte, di rimanere soli.
"> </span><span title="La paura dei genitori proiettata su di noi.
"> Parents's fear projected upon us.</span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span lang="IT" style="font-size: small;"><span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"><span title="La paura dei genitori proiettata su di noi.
"> </span><span title="La paura soffoca e non ti fa respirare.">Fear stifles and does not make you breathe.</span></span></span></span><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span lang="IT" style="font-size: small;"><span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"><span title="La paura soffoca e non ti fa respirare."> </span></span></span></span><span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"><span class="">Tinkerbell</span> <span class="">always been</span> there for Peter.<br /><span class="">And</span> <span class="">Peter</span>?<br />He has chose <span class="">Wendy</span><span class="">.</span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span lang="IT" style="font-size: small;"><span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"><span title="La paura soffoca e non ti fa respirare.">( it )</span></span></span></span></b><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span lang="IT" style="font-size: small;"><span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"><span title="La paura soffoca e non ti fa respirare."> </span></span>Ci sono molti tipi di paure.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span lang="IT" style="font-size: small;">Milica a 20anni affrontava la paura
dei bombardamenti ballando sul ponte di Belgrado, con un adesivo in fronte. A
petto aperto facendo da bersaglio. Dicendo Io sono qui. Io non ho paura.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span lang="IT" style="font-size: small;">Una madre faceva circoncidere il
figlio, in una casa che non era la loro nascosta tra i monti dell’ Herzegovina,
con l’unica fotografia della sua vita che è riuscita a portar via. Si nasconde
la paura agli occhi di un figlio. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span lang="IT" style="font-size: small;">Zoran era stato mandato in sicilia,
Split non era più un posto sicuro. La paura dell’abbandono.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span lang="IT" style="font-size: small;">Quali paure stanno superando chi fugge
dalla propria casa in cerca di aiuto.
Quale può essere la paura per una madre che affronta l’ignoto. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span lang="IT" style="font-size: small;">Milica cammina a testa alta. Non ha
paura. Affronta e vive la vita a petto aperto. Il
bersaglio sulla fronte sarà sempre li. Perchè e' cosi che bisogna affrontare le paure. Senza paura. A volte si a bisogno di sentirsi dire che andra' tutto bene. La paura del domani, della morte, di rimanere soli.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span lang="IT" style="font-size: small;">La paura dei genitori proiettata su di noi. </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span lang="IT" style="font-size: small;"> La paura soffoca e non ti fa respirare.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><b><span lang="IT" style="font-size: small;"> </span></b><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Piantala con questi mostri, Michele. I mostri non esistono. I fantasmi, i
lupi mannari, le streghe sono fesserie inventate per mettere paura ai
creduloni come te. Devi avere paura degli uomini, non dei mostri</b>.</span></span>( Io Non Ho Paura )<br />
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<span lang="IT" style="font-size: 18pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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veronicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06982556764128438249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948321445111856609.post-9012204152156342012016-05-21T16:05:00.000+02:002016-05-22T12:27:53.824+02:00The Chakra Opener: Balkan doesn't Hurt<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #212121; font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Vukumeric the idyllic village. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #212121;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">The place where the grass grows on roofs, people are nice with broken pants and shoes. Here, they do not eat bananas because they are not in Km 0, but you can find coffee, maybe the dogs eat coffee beans and after the digestive
process it become indigenous. It does not hurt me.</span></span></div>
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTLrq2rob6WWz8VazyhOxB0qlh-u_6hPkBE64-tMWB-K29h4_gGffnEQ7lYINg97Ac-rTlrsYfqHjM3gtwfNrkFQQHrRg_JK-ob9tQhro07fqLOqwEVIKDDSTowJSDyM_04tb62vwX3r4/s1600/DSCN0245.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTLrq2rob6WWz8VazyhOxB0qlh-u_6hPkBE64-tMWB-K29h4_gGffnEQ7lYINg97Ac-rTlrsYfqHjM3gtwfNrkFQQHrRg_JK-ob9tQhro07fqLOqwEVIKDDSTowJSDyM_04tb62vwX3r4/s200/DSCN0245.JPG" width="200" /></span></a><span style="background-color: white; color: #212121; font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Here the dishes are cleaned by licking
them, and this practice must say I kind of like it and didn't hurt me.</span><br />
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #212121;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Vukumeric is The Center for Permaculture in
Croatia, hilly landscape, green with little red brick / not finish to build houses. There is always something to do, between a chat and a glass of
wine, hoeing, raking or cooking. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoqgcuzl7RC1eu3XP-1nslf3scEHmm_UHwJ9_kn-kNVKlWNHK2zA2kAD-kJMxpNo2UqfSjZioX2ZmwC0w06dZmF2P8q6_JimNHCL32dPKATEdePsI78AwTlEANwnNd38AM6NN7wn7Qg1o/s1600/DSCN0250.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><img border="0" height="235" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoqgcuzl7RC1eu3XP-1nslf3scEHmm_UHwJ9_kn-kNVKlWNHK2zA2kAD-kJMxpNo2UqfSjZioX2ZmwC0w06dZmF2P8q6_JimNHCL32dPKATEdePsI78AwTlEANwnNd38AM6NN7wn7Qg1o/s320/DSCN0250.JPG" width="320" /></span></a><span lang="EN" style="color: #212121;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">I felt immediately welcomed home with a
glass of fresh organic cow milk, not boiled, full of bacteria and
microbes. It does not hurt me.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #212121;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> The houses are made of mud / clay, in
India they would add poop Cow, to give a sacred touch. Here, however, they make
it better than in Peru, where each raining season their mud houses melt. Because ok, water,
sand and clay, but some wooden structure must put it ... the famous and
undervalued Load-bearing walls.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #212121;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">The shower with rainwater didn't hurt me.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsJaSWGA5NMF1MYdjZaI55jNO_3wwy2xMSJHB1oU7gbh3WAQ65JSMteyZXUUKdb1jv5hCpegke2IrqAPTGJrvpi1Qdc6RbsoPXrKP4D_zJiklvVie6z5Xb3Sx7qEII-1paUwuBEOi8Wck/s1600/DSCN0267.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><img border="0" height="235" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsJaSWGA5NMF1MYdjZaI55jNO_3wwy2xMSJHB1oU7gbh3WAQ65JSMteyZXUUKdb1jv5hCpegke2IrqAPTGJrvpi1Qdc6RbsoPXrKP4D_zJiklvVie6z5Xb3Sx7qEII-1paUwuBEOi8Wck/s320/DSCN0267.JPG" width="320" /></span></a><span lang="EN" style="color: #212121;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> Water.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #212121;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Very underrated. It wasted a lot in so many
parts of the world.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span lang="IT"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="color: #212121;">My ideal house would be:. Roofs with
lawn, use of rain water, solar panels, buckets for shower in open space in summer. Wooden Oven, one outside and one inside. Solar pot for the popcorn, </span></span></span></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #212121; line-height: 24px; white-space: pre-wrap;">and if to have it , I will have to have broken shoes , I will have..... as long they will not hurt.</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #212121;"> </span></span><br />
<span lang="IT"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="color: #212121;"><br /></span></span></span></span>
<span style="color: #212121; font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="background-color: white;"><b>We are only here briefly and while. I'm here I want to allow myself joy. ( Her)</b></span></span><br />
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<span lang="IT"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="color: #212121;">(IT )</span></span></span></span></div>
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<span lang="IT"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Vukumeric il paesino idilliaco. Qui l’erba
si fuma e cresce sui tetti, la gente è tranquilla socielvole con i pantaloni e le
scarpe rotte. Qui non si mangiano banane perchè non sono a Km 0, ma il caffè si
beve, forse fanno mangiare i chicci ai cani, e dopo il processo digestivo
diventano autoctoni. Non mi ha fatto male.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="IT"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Qui i piatti si puliscono leccandoli,
e questa usanza devo dire non mi dispiace. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZAjg81l3p-Z_J3mH0D4E62VqEECTBiwNirERsW3He5P37tRfJoHy39TY-h8TKtwO-1t1FDdGhSYL_u-Fm_F5UF1M1pv3fyXWGio3sV_steIT8pPlzg94q9q40kGHAClYRMMiom7czLCY/s1600/DSCN0253-002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZAjg81l3p-Z_J3mH0D4E62VqEECTBiwNirERsW3He5P37tRfJoHy39TY-h8TKtwO-1t1FDdGhSYL_u-Fm_F5UF1M1pv3fyXWGio3sV_steIT8pPlzg94q9q40kGHAClYRMMiom7czLCY/s320/DSCN0253-002.JPG" width="320" /></a><span lang="IT"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Vukumeric è Il Centro di Permacultura
in Croazia, paesaggio collinare , verde con case a punta. Qui quasi tutti si
chiamano Ivan o Ivana. C è sempre qualcosa da fare, tra una chiacchiera e un
bicchier di vino, zappare, rastrellare, cucinare...<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="IT"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Mi son sentita subito a casa accolta
con un buon bicchiere di latte bio appena munto, non bollito, pieno di batteri
e microbi. Non mi ha fatto male.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="IT"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> Le case son fatte di fango/argilla, in India
ci avrebbero aggiunto cacca di Vacca, per dar un tocco di sacro . Qui, però la
fanno meglio che in Perù, dove ogni hanno le case di fango si sciolgono. Perchè
ok, acqua , sabbia e argilla, ma qualche struttura in legno bisogna
metterla...i famosi e sottovalutati Muri portanti. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHDuqKLLLBYcTnJY9AnzvIt-E5dYDikxBJw0TQ9atmk-hKWkVraKSdtaCV2KGGjS2S7izJQSuJBNLgR58IFYDku-UA01stISQCkWvnKO3M5qBV0JhmWzpyZWc7OQvSyz6gFNNVnUiNv_k/s1600/DSCN0263.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHDuqKLLLBYcTnJY9AnzvIt-E5dYDikxBJw0TQ9atmk-hKWkVraKSdtaCV2KGGjS2S7izJQSuJBNLgR58IFYDku-UA01stISQCkWvnKO3M5qBV0JhmWzpyZWc7OQvSyz6gFNNVnUiNv_k/s200/DSCN0263.JPG" width="200" /></a><span lang="IT"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Ci si lava con l’acqua piovana e non
mi ha fatto male.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="IT"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> Acqua.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="IT"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Molto sottovalutata. Molto Sprecata in
tante parti del mondo. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="IT"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">La mia casa ideale sarebbe cosi’.
Tetti con il prato, uso dell’acqua piovana, pannelli solari, doccia a secchi
fuori all’ aperto d ‘estate. Forno, uno fuori e uno dentro. Pentolone solare per
i pop corn, e se per averla dovrò avere le scarpe rotte le avrò, purchè non mi
faccian male.</span><span style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
<span lang="IT"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br /></span></span>
<span lang="IT"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><b>IT's Only a Dream. Nothing can HuRt me ( Alice in the Wonderland)</b></span></span></div>
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veronicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06982556764128438249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948321445111856609.post-37675383066720108212016-02-25T08:57:00.001+01:002016-02-26T06:23:26.167+01:00Boom Boom Shiva<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The yogi ethnicity wake up early, fast with their yoga
mat, bottle of water and towel to wipe the sweat after a Ashtanga lesson by Balu. </span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVnpYw2fR7aT-8xQ_sCDHOkuufWeoY-N0ykaEr4g6o4rzVcKHmRNaC3yhgWuvcAAR3Zc1jlNYI39Q04LlrukgnwJYccr_gVA5bZW_5BI2BCLoz5-i-xkB_czQ_QPqTO1S07yA6ugJtQj0/s1600/DSCN0018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVnpYw2fR7aT-8xQ_sCDHOkuufWeoY-N0ykaEr4g6o4rzVcKHmRNaC3yhgWuvcAAR3Zc1jlNYI39Q04LlrukgnwJYccr_gVA5bZW_5BI2BCLoz5-i-xkB_czQ_QPqTO1S07yA6ugJtQj0/s200/DSCN0018.JPG" width="200" /></span></a><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The yogis are always in hurry, after Balu, have kundalini, chakra balancing,
reiki session, they don't </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">drink alcohol, don't smoke, they go
to bed at 22. They are the first consumers of coconut water. Reading Osho
and the Yoga Bible. Their places are Once in Nature and Shantaram. They always
dress in leggings and tops and while using the Organic Himalaya cream
they chanting the mantra Jai Radha Madhav. Go along with Tantric
People.</span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhClzA-ounMyCwB1Vzmb18-b_BpoWHFKpImX06fx4Crqfx7c0GCZTIMkyfoP5KcVZuvU9Mkv4q494xTiwlKjuludzlDwO5jKyAoPXLICyxoEjZxBJ1smE-W6jAI_DOoEqkXTakJQycfr88/s1600/IMG_20160131_184948.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhClzA-ounMyCwB1Vzmb18-b_BpoWHFKpImX06fx4Crqfx7c0GCZTIMkyfoP5KcVZuvU9Mkv4q494xTiwlKjuludzlDwO5jKyAoPXLICyxoEjZxBJ1smE-W6jAI_DOoEqkXTakJQycfr88/s200/IMG_20160131_184948.jpg" width="150" /></span></a><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The Artesan ethnicity have
dreadlocks, piercings, tattoos and macramé in their pocket. Whatever you
need, they sell it, from yoga props to ayahuasca. They drink beer, walk slowly,
with their table under the arm. They go the Divya Café but I never saw them eat.
Their book is the Cristal Bible and they know how to match the chakra
to the stones.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The Party People ethnicity sleep during daytime. They don't fully
understand where they are, wandering between Arambol and Anjuna in search of
Psycho trance DJ, obviously they take drugs, have a white scooter and
they are always a little confused. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The ethnicity of the Jugglers are always moving with the
Royal Einfield, the Samantha and Oshoanic are their place, at sunset time they
do Acro yoga, throwing skittles in the air and twirling the hula hoop
with an inflamed ball on the head ... all at the same time. They all live
together and go crazy for the German Bakery and chocolate balls. Get along with ethnicity of Party People.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpHIOJmTyf2fC5Vp61k49-an2wMCi4AQdn-UrDZ4BVXXnOiXud3qdS1RuKAh63ueBnGXEsWqktxCmmqWffW9P6c2e0Vn2eUejETtS3U-F2s-Z-QS0Ps28h6GJF__3aznI889mLgtjESf4/s1600/11140038_1161942710496073_6083652536524179161_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="118" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpHIOJmTyf2fC5Vp61k49-an2wMCi4AQdn-UrDZ4BVXXnOiXud3qdS1RuKAh63ueBnGXEsWqktxCmmqWffW9P6c2e0Vn2eUejETtS3U-F2s-Z-QS0Ps28h6GJF__3aznI889mLgtjESf4/s320/11140038_1161942710496073_6083652536524179161_n.jpg" width="320" /></span></a><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The Musician ethnicity talk to you only when they have to promote
a concert. They are VIP and their groupies are Russian. They are not able
to walk, using motorbike always, even to go to the bathroom. Their clubs are
the Dreamland Café and Happy Banana. Their shows are always the same, and they
remain a bit offended if after 5 times you stop going to see them. The
Musicians get along with Tantric ethnicity they are afraid of the sun. They
read Osho and Rumi, which is always good.</span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP9QQw21ki1nB1sz0nu1p5nbq9_xuN2TxdENo131q1h-jl_hG1raSODjLN1szpGGGDx3-MrdaSTpOlqkz_S4aQzRAv0bZYjkQmEd1uYp_Sp3Pye9I3oUE9yLGctg5iYsXz8j5NpBpdmN4/s1600/DSCN0204.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP9QQw21ki1nB1sz0nu1p5nbq9_xuN2TxdENo131q1h-jl_hG1raSODjLN1szpGGGDx3-MrdaSTpOlqkz_S4aQzRAv0bZYjkQmEd1uYp_Sp3Pye9I3oUE9yLGctg5iYsXz8j5NpBpdmN4/s200/DSCN0204.JPG" width="200" /></span></a><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The Tantric ethnicity understood everything about life.
Sneakily trying to spread their Tantric beliefs. By involving people in ecstatic
dance, contact, satsang, healing singing, silent concert. Yes you read right,
silent concert. They feel at home at Love Temple, Magic Park and Banjia Tree.
They are everywhere, walking slow and sinuous, and if you're not careful you
can find them in your room. They are the new virus. Friendly with everyone, but
they can’t make themselves understood well by the Party people, which by the
way, are still looking for the Banjia tree.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"> The Hippy Ethnicity is alive, aged, with their wrinkles, but
still here, some of them give wisdom courses, or they try to </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">organize orgies
but are scarce of followers, they call them self the prophets. Some
came here many years ago, and here they found or they lost them self. They read
the Herald.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">At the end all have one thing in common. They are simply people.
With their own fears and fixations. Looking for a new place to stay or a new
lifestyle. But all are here to learn, macrame, a song, Hatha yoga, walking on
the glass or simply love <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">We meet, without flags and without borders pretending to
be the owner of this place with a 6 month multi entry Visa, at the
Drum Circle with boom boom Shiva and a smile in our face.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><b><i>If you love a flower, don't pick it up.Because if you pick it up it dies and it ceases to be what you love. so if you love flower, let it be.Love is note possession. Love is about appreciation. ( Osho of course)</i></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">L’etnia yogista si alza presto, veloci
con il loro materassino, rigorosamente in una custodia etnica, borraccia per
l’acqua e salvietta per asciugare il sudore dopo una lezione di ashanga
da Balu. Gli yogisti son sempre di fretta , dopo Balu, hanno kundalini, il
bilanciamento dei chakra, sessione di reiki, non bevono, non
fumano, vanno a letto alle 22. Sono i primi consumatori di acqua di cocco. Come
lettura hanno Osho, e la bibbia yoga. Frequentano posti come Once in Nature e
Shantaram. Si vestono sempre in leggings e top in tinta e mentre si spalmano la
crema bio dell’ Himalaya recitano il mantra Jai Radha Madhav. Vanno d' accordo
con i Tantristi.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span lang="IT">Etnia Artesan quasi sicuramente parla
spagnolo, hanno i rasta, piercing, tatuaggi e una matassa di macramé, perchè
può sempre servire. Qualsiasi cosa tu abbia bisogno, loro la vendono, dalle
fibbie di yoga all' ayahuasca. Bevono birra, camminano piano, con il loro
tavolino portatile sottobraccio. Loro frequentano il Divya Café ma non li ho
mai visti mangiare. Il loro libro è la bibbia delle gemme preziose e sanno
abbinare le pietre ai chakra.</span><span lang="IT"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span lang="IT">L’Etnia PartyPeople dorme di giorno.
Non capisce bene dove si trova, vaga tra Arambol e Anjuna in cerca del dj Psyco
trance, ovviamnete si droga, hanno lo scooter e sono sempre un pò confusi.
Leggono lo smart phone. I loro pusher sono l’etnia dei artesan e non capiscono
gli Yogisti.</span><span lang="IT"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span lang="IT">L’etnia dei giocolieri si muove sempre
con la Royal Einfield, frequentano il Samantha, e Oshoanic, corrono in
spiaggia e stanno ore al tramonto facendo acro yoga,</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"> lanciando birilli in aria
e facendo girare l’hula hoop con una palla infiammata in testa…tutto nello
stesso momento. Vivono tutti insieme e vanno matti per la german Bakery e le
palline di cioccolato. Non sanno leggere. Vanno daccordo con l’etnia dei
PartyPeople.<span lang="IT"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span lang="IT">L'etnia dei musicisti se non ha un
concerto da promuovere non ti parlano. Sono delle star e le loro groupie sono
russe. Non sanno camminare, usano la moto , sempre, persino per andare in
bagno. Il loro clubs sono il Dreamland Café e l’Happy Banana, dove le loro
immagini sono appese e ti guardano sempre in attesa di una richiesta
d’autografo. I loro show sono sempre gli stessi, e rimangono un pò offesi se
dopo 5 volte smetti di andare a vederli. Vanno daccordo con l' etnia dei Tantristi.
Non fanno yoga e non prendono il sole. Leggono spartirti e osho, che fa sempre
bene.</span><span lang="IT"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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della vita. Frequentano tutti. Cercano subdolamente di divulgare il loro credo
Tantrico. Coinvolgendo la gente in estatic dance, contact, satsang, singing
healing, silent concert. Si avete capito bene, concerti silenziosi .
Frequentano tutti i posti, ma si sentono a casa al Love Temple, Magic Park e
Banjia Tree. Sono ovunque e sono di tutte le razze. Camminano lenti e sinuosi e
se non stai attento te li trovi in camera. Sono il nuovo virus. Apparentemente
sono amici di tutti, ma non riescono a farsi capire bene dall' etnia dei
PartyPeople, che tra l’altro non ha ancora trovato la strada del banjia tree.</span><span lang="IT"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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invecchiati, con le loro rughe, ma son qui, e loro accumulano tutte le etnie ,
alcuni danno corsi di saggezza, altri organizzano, o per lo meno cercano di
organizzare orge ma i seguaci scarseggiano e si credono un pò profeti.
Alcuni sono arrivati tanti anni fa, e qui si sono ritrovato oppure si sono
persi.</span><span lang="IT"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span lang="IT">Tutti hanno una cosa in comune.
Sono semplicemente persone. Con le proprie paure e fissazioni. Chi alla
ricerca di un nuovo posto dove stare o un nuovo stile di vita.</span><span lang="IT"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span lang="IT"> </span>Ma tutti siamo qui per
imparare, che sia il macramé, una canzone, hatha yoga, camminare sui vetri o
semplicemente amare.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span lang="IT" style="color: black;"> Alla fine, senza bandiere e
senza frontiere con una visa di 6 mesi in tasca e la prepotenza di essere
i padroni di casa, ci ritroviamo al tramonto al Drum Circle con boom boom shiva
e un sorriso stampato in viso.</span><span lang="IT" style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="IT" style="color: black;"><b><i><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Be -don't try to become..( sempre Osho )</span></i></b></span></div>
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veronicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06982556764128438249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948321445111856609.post-20723338775091635622015-09-11T18:28:00.000+02:002016-05-18T08:30:02.031+02:00Matrimonio bucolico con Jobaho e Jobahke<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDjmOUUoHJIFlNSpNg3jz37ZZbV7O93FoPDanP9GjZotTvgnzNoSgyayqmsWNhkfTJeWApo0AlMiVahfGjD2J0ypWahpWNae2fdQjK23RUUVK3mETr6zyJev1Mt_8ShdBSiSsLPveiLf0/s1600/grano.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="45" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDjmOUUoHJIFlNSpNg3jz37ZZbV7O93FoPDanP9GjZotTvgnzNoSgyayqmsWNhkfTJeWApo0AlMiVahfGjD2J0ypWahpWNae2fdQjK23RUUVK3mETr6zyJev1Mt_8ShdBSiSsLPveiLf0/s200/grano.jpg" width="200" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVKK3FsDLACcKCc4ubHvOY15ZIIrXy2eW4eJmMI9-p9-8pt91jxkCiyn1-TXzVIA7HsUM3zZ_gB6KfleLf_9xyQFJcCpb_96rcCDajLgomq8EYibcdp8icGGdMZeYXB_ZY0Ta-zZaGjaE/s1600/matrimonio+lampada.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVKK3FsDLACcKCc4ubHvOY15ZIIrXy2eW4eJmMI9-p9-8pt91jxkCiyn1-TXzVIA7HsUM3zZ_gB6KfleLf_9xyQFJcCpb_96rcCDajLgomq8EYibcdp8icGGdMZeYXB_ZY0Ta-zZaGjaE/s200/matrimonio+lampada.jpg" width="150" /></a> <span class="" id="result_box" lang="en" tabindex="-1"><span class="">Take</span> <span class="">a</span> <span class="">mid-September</span> <span>day</span><span>,</span> <span>and</span> <span>Place it</span> <span>in the </span> <span>Ravenna</span> country side.<span></span><br /><br /><span>What better time</span> <span>to celebrate</span> <span>a bucolic</span> <span>wedding,</span> <span>adding</span> <span>a meeting</span> <span>after a decade</span> <span>between</span> <span>roommates</span> <span>of</span> <span>Bolognese</span> <span>house</span><span>.We met as girls and we met again as women.</span><br /><br />Begging and end <span></span> <span>the</span> <span></span><span>exciting</span> <span>celebration,</span> <span>exchange</span> <span>rings</span><span>,</span> <span>kisses and</span> <span>tears</span> <span>in just 10 minutes</span><span>,</span> <span>I would say</span> <span>perfect.</span><br /><br /><span>Change of shoes</span> <span>and</span> <span>arrival</span> <span>in the corn</span> <span>maze.</span><br /><br /><span>Cut the road</span> <span>between</span> <span>the corn</span> <span>out of the maze</span><span>.</span><br /><br /><span>Tortellini</span><span>,</span> <span>panzarotti</span><span>,</span> <span>squacquerone</span> <span>and wine</span><span>,</span> <span>lots of wine</span><span>.</span><br /><br /><span>Tackle</span> <span>among unmarried women</span> <span>for the bouquet</span> <span>with object</span><span>,</span> <span>rejoice</span> <span>and</span> <span>kidnapping</span> <span> the photographer</span><span>, maybe</span> <span>gay,</span> <span>but no matter</span><span>.</span> <span>Riproduction is</span> <span>important.</span><br /><br /><br /> <span>Music is not</span> <span>the local</span><span>, but from </span> <span>the Balkan</span><span>...</span><br /><br /> <span>..</span> <span>we can not get rid off it</span><span>.</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #252525; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 22.4px;">Јовано, Јованке,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #252525; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 22.4px;">Јас тебе те чекам, мори</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #252525; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 22.4px;">Дома да ми дојдеш,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #252525; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 22.4px;">А ти не доаѓаш, душо</span><br />
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Metti un giorno di metà settembre, e ponilo tra le campagne di Ravenna.<br />
Quale occasione migliore per celebrare un matrimonio bucolico, aggiungendo un incontro dopo un decennio tra ex-coinquiline della casa Bolognese.<br />
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Cambio di scarpe e arrivo nel labirinto di grano.<br />
Tagliare la strada tra il grano per uscire dal labirinto.<br />
Tortellini, panzarotti, squacquerone e vino, molto vino.<br />
Placcaggio tra le zitelle per il bouquet, raggiunta la meta, esulto e rapimento del fotografo, forse gay, ma non importa. La fecondazione è importante.<br />
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La musica non è romagnola, ma balcanica,<br />
.. non ce ne libereremo mai.<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #252525; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.4px;"><b>La musica balcanica, ci ha rotto i coglioni, è bella e tutto quanto, ma alla fine...rompe i coglioni</b> .( Elio e le storie tese )</span><br />
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veronicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06982556764128438249noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948321445111856609.post-14986373893284468962015-09-01T13:58:00.001+02:002016-05-17T20:36:41.135+02:00Dancing in the street. Ultimo ballo a Piazzaga<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #212121; font-family: inherit, serif;">You have the last chance to join me in my
last dance, in this forgotten village, Called Piazzaga.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #212121; font-family: inherit, serif;"> </span><span style="color: #212121;">In the
sunny days when, if I’m lucky anybody is around and I can happily walking wearing just the
bikini or some pareo for the whole place, Eating fruit trees and berries from
the forest.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #212121; font-family: inherit, serif;">The fruit is free and good, and is just
there, waiting to be eat.<span style="font-size: x-small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #212121;">Where you can stay hours looking the
Nothingness and the nothing is
beautiful.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #212121; font-family: inherit, serif;">The walking among the woods in search of edible
grass and flowers. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #212121; font-family: inherit, serif;">The Crazy Sundays with the Kitchen
transform in a battlefield. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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friends and wine.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #212121; font-family: inherit, serif;">The fresh bread in the morning, the burned
cakes and the smell of cooking that does not go away.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #212121; font-family: inherit, serif;">Everything smells like a fireplace. Even
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #212121; font-family: inherit, serif;"> The high
hells shoes was abandoned and replaced with
the trekking shoes. Vibram is better<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisIr7l9-E9I70QGd4h7aH85BJDJMU9ri8v8jnxJAEA7v09Qrh-3uX9BCPOaiqz6C93FIxIHBq3YG4f1hYHMzVxEXw9_k5q4LPm7-z3VxyjBoyt8TuRT6Lcy2eYmcx2Ecigl3a5Y-m76R8/s1600/io+e+erbe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisIr7l9-E9I70QGd4h7aH85BJDJMU9ri8v8jnxJAEA7v09Qrh-3uX9BCPOaiqz6C93FIxIHBq3YG4f1hYHMzVxEXw9_k5q4LPm7-z3VxyjBoyt8TuRT6Lcy2eYmcx2Ecigl3a5Y-m76R8/s200/io+e+erbe.jpg" width="200" /></a><span lang="EN" style="color: #212121; font-family: inherit, serif;">'Be Barefoot, because the soil is cool
and walk in the morning in the grass with the dew , awakens the feet Asleep.</span><br />
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #212121; font-family: inherit, serif;">Discover the holes left by the boars during the night.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #212121; font-family: inherit, serif;">The meaning of home is bigger.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #212121; font-family: inherit, serif;">Not limited by walls, but spaces.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #212121; font-family: inherit, serif;">The place where you sleep, the place where
you eat, one for read, one for Think.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #212121; font-family: inherit, serif;">Here the door is not locked. Here there are
no doors and no limit.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #212121; font-family: inherit, serif;">Here the Times stops, and a moment can be
forever.</span><span style="color: #212121; font-family: "inherit","serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Courier New"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Avete l'ultima possibilità, per unirvi a me in quest'ultimo giro di valzer, in questo Borgo dimenticato, chiamato Piazzaga.<br />
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Dove nelle giornate assolate migliori, non c'è nessuno e posso girare in costume per tutto il paese, mangiare la frutta degli alberi e le bacche del boschi ,<br />
che sono gratis e buone, e sono li , aspettano solo di essere mangiate.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJnNS6s_r7SvJd-Ytmx_e5SP_n8xsLGxfFV1fSAL7yAWYLQ9wQwZrrgu1-YlMF2XKzLi-5yfPT9R_KmvUiuaLNq4sspb1AxQDgdzv6i8x32FUvlQpFDB1g5wvboH1p8XfIXqhOj-dhxNU/s1600/20150630_163910.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJnNS6s_r7SvJd-Ytmx_e5SP_n8xsLGxfFV1fSAL7yAWYLQ9wQwZrrgu1-YlMF2XKzLi-5yfPT9R_KmvUiuaLNq4sspb1AxQDgdzv6i8x32FUvlQpFDB1g5wvboH1p8XfIXqhOj-dhxNU/s200/20150630_163910.jpg" width="150" /></a>Dove puoi star ore a guardare il nulla,<br />
ed il nulla è bellissimo.<br />
La mia passeggiata tra i boschi alla ricerca di qualche erba edibile da seccare.<br />
Le domeniche di fuoco, dove la cucina si trasforma in un campo da battaglia.<br />
La sera, attorno al camino, in compagnia di amici e di vino.<br />
Il pane fatto alla mattina, le torte bruciate , l'odore di cibo che non se ne va.<br />
Tutto odora di camino.<br />
Le scarpe con i tacchi abbandonate e sostituite dagli scarponi.<br />
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Scoprire le buche che hanno fatto i cinghiali durante la notte.<br />
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Dove il significato di casa è più ampio.<br />
Non è limitato da mura, ma spazi.<br />
Il luogo dove si dorme, il luogo dove si mangia, uno per leggere, uno per pensare.<br />
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Qui la porta di casa non viene chiusa a chiave.<br />
Qui il tempo a volte si ferma.<br />
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<b><span style="background-color: white; font-family: , "arial" , sans-serif; line-height: 16px;">We're nothing, and nothing will help us</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: proxnov-reg, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: , "arial" , sans-serif; line-height: 16px;">Maybe we're lying,</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: proxnov-reg, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: , "arial" , sans-serif; line-height: 16px;">then you better not stay</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: proxnov-reg, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: , "arial" , sans-serif; line-height: 16px;">But we could be safer,</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: proxnov-reg, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: , "arial" , sans-serif; line-height: 16px;">just for one day</span></b><span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: , "arial" , sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /> <a href="http://www.metrolyrics.com/heroes-lyrics-david-bowie.html#ixzz3kURYeCRu" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; color: #003399; font-family: proxnov-sbold, arial, sans-serif; outline: 0px; text-decoration: none; text-rendering: optimizeLegibility;">David Bowie - Heroes </a></span><br />
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veronicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06982556764128438249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948321445111856609.post-64689821792424315342015-08-24T19:01:00.000+02:002016-05-18T08:22:40.343+02:00Stellina vs Hasanat<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en" tabindex="-1"><span class="">And</span> <span class="">if one day</span> <span class="">walking in</span> <span>Pristina</span> you get lost<span></span><span class="">?</span></span><br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNiv5xp3oniOivUjqrSnnNF05JPGu9oQ6GY8XJ6MdOw15FFWGS6Z39-Wp7JUy_9d5KlZ3jL2gBd4_LyqNeZiAGe-AtBlSiDXK4wDjAqhsJKL72R62-8jh9UaTA_NrWOXiV3eHZ8n__dos/s1600/foto+crotto+079.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNiv5xp3oniOivUjqrSnnNF05JPGu9oQ6GY8XJ6MdOw15FFWGS6Z39-Wp7JUy_9d5KlZ3jL2gBd4_LyqNeZiAGe-AtBlSiDXK4wDjAqhsJKL72R62-8jh9UaTA_NrWOXiV3eHZ8n__dos/s1600/foto+crotto+079.jpg" /></a><span class="" id="result_box" lang="en" tabindex="-1"><span title="Potresti incontrare il miglior cappuccino dei Balcani.
">You may encounter the best cappuccino in the Balkans.</span><span title="Potresti persino incontrare una via piena di centri estetici, depilazione definitiva ovunque,
">You might even come across a street full of Beauty centers, permanent hair removal anywhere,<br /> </span><span title="non potete capire, Pristina potrebbe essere il paradiso per noi donne mediterranee con ovaio policistico,
">you can not understand, Pristina could be heaven for us Mediterranean women with polycystic ovaries,<br /> </span><span title="scusate la parentesi femminile.
">sorry for the women's brackets.</span><span title="Potresti incontrare una gigantografia di Madre Teresa e chiederti
">You may encounter a giant poster of Mother Teresa and ask</span><span title="" Ma non era Pugliese? "
">" She was not from Puglia?"</span><span title="Potresti ricordarti di Habib, fuggito dal Kosovo e ricordarti che mentre qui bombardavano tu eri in Sala 2 o al Dylan, e i Kosovari erano come gli albanesi, ma più scuri.
">You may remember Habib, who fled from Kosovo and remember that,
while there were bombing you were in the Dylan Club Dancing, and Kosovars were
like the Albanians, but darker.</span><span title="Potresti entrare in un negozio e dire Assalam Aleikum, e ti potresti sentir rispondere Aleikum salam,
">You could walk into a store and say Assalam Aleikum, and you could hear respond Aleikum salaam</span><span title="ma se ti dovessero rispondere " Assalamu aleikum wa rahmatullah wa barakatuhu.”
">but if you were to say "Assalamu aleikum wa wa rahmatullah barakatuhu."</span><span title="non ti fidare, lo fanno solo per avere più hasanat, le riconpense,
"> better don't t trust them, they do it just to have more good deeds ( Hasanat), the riconpense,</span><span title="come le stelline che dava suor Vincenzina (la suora cattiva ) se facevi delle buone azioni.
">like the stars that gave Sister Vincenzina (the bad nun) if you were doing good deeds.</span><span title="La cosa mi sembra un po' ingiusta, 30 hasanat son tante solo per aver salutato bene..avete presente quanti piatti da lavare per un a stellina?
">It seems a bit 'unfair, 30 Hasanat are so many just for saying goodbye politely..caoul you immagine how many dishes to wash for a only to get one star? </span><span title="Tranquilli.
">Don't worri Nun Vincenzina, I'm not convert into the islam , now I learn more religius history , not only Catholicesim ...I still Atea like always, actually maybe Pagan.More suitable for me, Mother Earth, Sister Moon....The Religion of Love.</span><span title="Non mi sono ne sbattezzata , ne convertita all' islam, Atea come sempre.
"><br /> </span><span title="Penso di tutte le religioni la stessa cosa.">I think at all religions in the same way. </span><span title="Anzi no, alcune le considero più colorate delle altre.
">Nay, some I may consider more colorful then other. </span><span title="Chissà quante stelline mi toglierà suor Vincenzina per questa affermazione.">Who knows how many stars Nun Vincenzina will take me away for this claim.</span></span><br />
<span class="" id="result_box" lang="en" tabindex="-1"><span title="Chissà quante stelline mi toglierà suor Vincenzina per questa affermazione."> </span></span> <br />
<b><span class="" id="result_box" lang="en" tabindex="-1"><span class="">Every night</span><span>,</span> <span class="">when you open</span> <span class="">the curtain</span> <span class="">of night</span><span>,</span> <span class="">in the black sky</span> <span class="">light up</span> <span class="">at the stars and</span> <span>the show begins,</span> <span>that</span> <span>for millennia</span> <span>enacts</span> <span>stories</span> <span>in which they move</span> <span>heroes</span> <span>with superpowers</span><span>,</span> <span>and hybrid</span> <span>monsters</span> <span>of science fiction</span><span>,</span> <span>the most</span> <span>divine maidens</span> <span>and terrestrial</span> <span>:</span> <span>all engaged in</span> <span>a repertoire</span> <span>of</span> <span>love and</span> <span>adventure</span> <span>on the borders</span> <span>of reality</span><span>.</span> <span>(</span><span>Margherita</span> <span>Hack</span><span>)</span></span></b><br />
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E se un giorno camminano per Pristina ti perdessi?<br />
Potresti incontrare il miglior cappuccino dei Balcani.<br />
Potresti persino incontrare una via piena di centri estetici, depilazione definitiva ovunque,<br />
non potete capire, Pristina potrebbe essere il paradiso per noi donne mediterranee con ovaio policistico,<br />
scusate la parentesi femminile.<br />
Potresti incontrare una gigantografia di Madre Teresa e chiederti<br />
" Ma non era Pugliese? "<br />
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Potresti entrare in un negozio e dire Assalam Aleikum, e ti potresti sentir rispondere Aleikum salam, <br />
ma se ti dovessero rispondere " <span style="background-color: white; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.960000038147px; line-height: 19.4400005340576px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Assalamu aleikum wa rahmatullah wa barakatuhu.”</span><br />
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non ti fidare, lo fanno solo per avere più hasanat, le riconpense,<br />
come le stelline che dava suor Vincenzina (la suora cattiva ) se facevi delle buone azioni.</div>
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La cosa mi sembra un po' ingiusta, 30 hasanat son tante solo per aver salutato bene..avete presente quanti piatti da lavare per un a stellina?</div>
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Se la dovessi incontrare, la suora, ne sarei ancora terrorizzata e la denuncerei per terrorismo psicologico.<br />
Tranquilli.<br />
Non mi sono ne sbattezzata , ne convertita all' islam, Atea come sempre.<br />
Penso di tutte le religioni la stessa cosa. Anzi no, alcune le considero più colorate delle altre.<br />
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Chissà quante stelline mi toglierà suor Vincenzina per questa affermazione.<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "verdana" , "geneva" , sans-serif; font-size: 15.3999996185303px; line-height: 21.5599994659424px; text-align: center;"><b>Tutte le sere, quando si apre il sipario della notte, nel cielo nero si accendono le stelle e inizia lo spettacolo che da millenni mette in scena storie, in cui si muovono eroi dotati di superpoteri, mostri e ibridi da fantascienza, fanciulle più divine che terrestri: tutti impegnati in un repertorio d’amori e d’avventure ai confini della realtà. ( Margherita Hack )</b></span><br />
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<b><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "georgia" , "bitstream charter" , serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 25px;">C’è un solo diritto umano fondamentale, il diritto di fare come diavolo ti pare. E con esso arriva l’unico dovere fondamentale dell’uomo, il dovere di assumerne le conseguenze.(</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "georgia" , "bitstream charter" , serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 25px;"> O’Rourke)</span></b><br />
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veronicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06982556764128438249noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948321445111856609.post-4932606827982954652015-08-19T20:31:00.002+02:002016-05-17T21:05:09.219+02:00Tantra Kahva ( CoffePorN)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #212121; font-family: inherit, serif;">Coffee should be savored, it is an encounter, a moment that should last as
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #212121; font-family: inherit, serif;">The sinuous aroma must wrap the people sitting around a small table.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #212121; font-family: inherit, serif;">Almost brushing witht the body, and with the eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #212121; font-family: inherit, serif;"> Each movement is emphasized with small deflections, of course.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #212121; font-family: inherit, serif;">The subtle roasted coffee triggers the first sensations.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #212121; font-family: inherit, serif;">The hot water is poured holding the breath.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #212121; font-family: inherit, serif;"> I bite my lip to keep from falling into the temptation to reach out
and yearn ardently what so far is only made me wanted.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #212121; font-family: inherit, serif;">The 'wait is almost exhausting.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #212121; font-family: inherit, serif;">The heart starts to beat faster when the foam starts to rise,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #212121; font-family: inherit, serif;">with a little of cold water is slightly subsided, to ensure that the coffee
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #212121; font-family: inherit, serif;">The foam is distributed gently in small porcelain.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #212121; font-family: inherit, serif;">But it is just the beginning of a long meeting.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #212121; font-family: inherit, serif;">The small cup is there, ready to be
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #212121; font-family: inherit, serif;"> and then come together in a subdued sweetness emotion, warmth and
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Il caffè deve essere assaporato, è un incontro, un momento che deve durare il più a lungo possibile.<br />
Tantrico.</div>
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L'aroma sinuoso deve avvolgere le persone sedute attorno al piccolo tavolo.</div>
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Quasi a sfiorarsi con il corpo e con lo sguardo.</div>
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Ogni movimento è sottolineato con delle piccole inflessioni, naturalmente .</div>
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Il sottile caffè tostato innesca le prime sensazioni .</div>
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L'acqua calda viene versata trattenendo il fiato.</div>
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Mi mordo un labbro per non cadere nella tentazione di allungare la mano e bramare con ardore ciò che fin ora mi viene solo fatto desiderare.</div>
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L' attesa è quasi estenuante.<br />
Il cuore inizia a battere forte quando la schiuma inizia a salire,<br />
con un po' di acqua fredda viene leggermente placata, per far si che il caffè si depositi.<br />
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La schiuma viene ripartita con delicatezza nelle piccole porcellane.</div>
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Gli ultimi attimi sembrano interminabili..<br />
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Tocco gentilmente il cezve e lentamente verso il caffè nella piccola tazzina.<br />
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Ma è solo l' inizio di una lungo incontro.</div>
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Lei è li, colma e pronta per essere svuotata. </div>
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Un piccolo pezzo di zuccherino in bocca attende l'unione con la bevanda amara.<br />
per poi confluire in un emozione di pacata dolcezza, calore e piacere.<br />
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<li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em;"><b>I piaceri semplici sono l'ultimo rifugio della gente complicata. (<a href="https://it.wikiquote.org/wiki/Oscar_Wilde" style="background: none; color: #0b0080;" title="Oscar Wilde">Oscar Wilde</a>)</b></li>
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veronicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06982556764128438249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948321445111856609.post-69535994974284781722015-08-18T19:05:00.001+02:002016-05-17T20:57:16.140+02:00Sarajevo Take me out<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #212121; font-family: inherit, serif;">Sarajevo for me has always been linked to
tragedies. Franz Ferdinand assassinated with Sophie.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #212121; font-family: inherit, serif;">The blood.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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the title of the newspaper, for a year, maybe two,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #212121; font-family: inherit, serif;">then the easy tendency to forget.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #212121; font-family: inherit, serif;"> Wars are always for others, not for us.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #212121; font-family: inherit, serif;"> But you will not forget if you live
or if you are born in the wrong place at the wrong time.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #212121; font-family: inherit, serif;">The signs of war, still on walls and in the
hearts. Because they don’t forget.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #212121; font-family: inherit, serif;">The wounds are still open and the hills of
graves are there, to remember.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKyTJcAWbznBV6MQ_24onBo_naLq6O4jc2PGjLlZcLrrDHaIQn5anJo_GwwTygFv2oDWp8XrOydYeimDVkiNjuwaZo2P_prOfsIY3vtKuaHIG3mR9yWuD3P2sUdbau6xxIcVQQXTzVdLM/s1600/foto+crotto+082.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKyTJcAWbznBV6MQ_24onBo_naLq6O4jc2PGjLlZcLrrDHaIQn5anJo_GwwTygFv2oDWp8XrOydYeimDVkiNjuwaZo2P_prOfsIY3vtKuaHIG3mR9yWuD3P2sUdbau6xxIcVQQXTzVdLM/s320/foto+crotto+082.jpg" width="320" /></a><span lang="EN" style="color: #212121; font-family: inherit, serif;">Sarajevo is a city alive and smoky,
smelling of coffee and pomegranate.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #212121; font-family: inherit, serif;"> City of passage between Europe and
the East, now Baščaršija and the market only give an idea of how it could be
during the Ottoman Empire. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #212121; font-family: inherit, serif;">Inside a little shop of Iranian dried
fruit, I could close my eyes, and fantasize about living in the past, trying
almonds with lemon and small red berries, the nice lady said they are miraculous,
maybe are these the true goji berries? Whether I was born in
1400 and it's me that gentle lady, the queen of spices?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #212121; font-family: inherit, serif;"> Perhaps those berries are not only
miraculous but also psychoactive. Perhaps these were selling at FIS.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: #212121; font-family: inherit, serif;">Many stories in many eyes. It would be nice
to be able to tell these stories, to those who think that Srebrenica is an
alcoholic beverage.</span><span style="color: #212121; font-family: "inherit","serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Courier New"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Scusate il ritardo, ma sono rimasta ad ammirare il paesaggio. Il risultato di un test di essere una Enpf mi ha riportato alla scrittura.<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxwgZTj11-JfY7ot3U41xUPsYL_RrIXsJ2wNFNpp3MDKN7GkpnH5rqbY0amOBSWaRJI9tNaQx4u9ZXv-auZlBqn7h_4ufqeJJny61C-ztXpkn4_ea7RpV524Mw632YkI9M392Kob784wY/s1600/foto+crotto+068.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxwgZTj11-JfY7ot3U41xUPsYL_RrIXsJ2wNFNpp3MDKN7GkpnH5rqbY0amOBSWaRJI9tNaQx4u9ZXv-auZlBqn7h_4ufqeJJny61C-ztXpkn4_ea7RpV524Mw632YkI9M392Kob784wY/s1600/foto+crotto+068.jpg" /></a>Sarajevo per me è sempre stata legata a tragedie. Franz Ferdinand assassinato con Sophie, mi permetto i nomi di battesimo dato che è stato mio argomento d' esame e data la mia somiglianza, dicono con una matrona d'austria e una gitana .<br />
Il sangue.<br />
La guerra delle ex-Jugoslavie, il titolo dei giornali, per un anno, forse due,<br />
poi quella facile tendenza a dimenticare.<br />
Le guerre sono sempre degli altri, non ci appartengono.<br />
Non dimentichi se le vivi o se nasci nel posto sbagliato al momento sbagliato.<br />
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I segni della guerra, ci sono ancora.Sui muri e nei cuori. Perchè loro non dimenticano.<br />
Le ferite sono ancora aperte e le colline di tombe sono li, a ricordare.<br />
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Sarajevo è una città viva e fumosa, che odora di caffè e melograno.<br />
Città di passaggio tra europa e l'oriente, ora <span style="background-color: white; color: #252525; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.3999996185303px;">Baščaršija</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #252525; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.3999996185303px;"> </span> e il mercato danno solo un'idea di come poteva essere durante l'impero Ottomano, peccato non basti togliere cartoline e 3G .<br />
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All'interno di un negozietto di frutta secca iraniano, chiudendo gli occhi, posso fantasticare di vivere nel passato, provando le mandorle al limone e le piccole bacche rosse, la gentile signora dice siano miracolose, che siano loro le vere bacche di Goji? Che sia io nata nel 1400 e che sia io quella gentile signora, la regina delle spezie?<br />
Forse quelle bacche non sono solo miracolose ma anche psicoattive. Forse queste vendevano al Fis.<br />
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Tante storie in molti occhi. Sarebbe bello poter raccontare queste storie, a chi pensa che Srebrenica sia una bevanda alcolica.<br />
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veronicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06982556764128438249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948321445111856609.post-7912887541432613392014-03-27T20:29:00.001+01:002014-07-30T16:13:51.747+02:00I want to be your friend<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Ci sono diverse strategie di affiancamento, la frase piu' usata e' '' vuoi essere mia amica ?'' Dove siamo all' asilo?<br />
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Dopo la frase, si offrono come accompagnatori in giro per il posto, e tu paghi, da qualche parte infilano anche Dio e il destino, e nel caso una donazione per le povere pecorelle, poi ti mettono al polso un braccialetto, che tu paghi, se ne incontri uno testardo inizia a proporti qualche business, dove i soldi li metti tu, non subito, li puoi anche spedire...che cosa sono la western union?<br />
Qua e la buttano anche le parole matrimonio, lettera d' invito,....sono povero ma ho il samsung galaxi.<br />
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Fill free e' la frase di Cape Coast, I don't want rush you, quella di Busua, ma tutti dovrebbere imparare da quelli di Krokibite, li sono maestri, secondo me tengono anche dei corsi .<br />
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Se i tuoi no non li fanno andar via, l'unica cosa che funziona e' la stessa che fa fuggire gli uomini in ogni parte del mondo:<br />
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"" Ok, voglio casa di proprieta' con giardino avanti e sul retro, piscinetta, macchina nuova, i nostri figli andranno alla Montessori, quindi vedi di guadagnare bene, abbonamento a yoga e pilates, perche' ingrassero', donna delle pulizie due volte la settimana, va che noi mangiamo bio e vegetariano..ei ei tu, dove vai...no dai, ingrasso solo qualche chiletto..eei .....abbonamento a sky,, seconda casa intestata a me al mare, sardegna puo' andare...ei tu dove fuggi...ma mi hai detto che mi amavi....."<br />
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<b> <span id="1076469468385865086">tonga dey rhyme with corner<br />
will you come with me to my corner<br />
i won give you hard drive format<br />
me w) sene bey3 five on that<br />
mh nice chick me y3 akroma<br />
meb3 di wo nice flik with my incolac<br />
freese,baby cheese oh jush<br />
hw3 body meb3 bom tis3 konka</span></b></div>
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Potrei essere ovunque, e ho scelto di essere nella mama Africa. </div>
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<b>If more Africans had eaten missionaries, the continent would be in a better shape. ( M. Angelou) </b></div>
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<span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"><span class="hps">Common things</span><span class="">: </span> <span class="hps">Hampi</span> <span class="hps">as in Rome,</span> <span class="hps">the ruins of</span> <span class="hps">temples scattered around the</span> <span class="hps">city.</span><br /><br /><span class="hps">In Cuba,</span> <span class="hps">as in</span> <span class="hps">Kerala,</span> <span class="hps">the same</span> <span class="hps">cookies,</span> <span class="hps">I do not know</span> <span class="hps">who invented them</span> <span class="hps">before, but</span>, <span class="hps">well,</span> <span class="hps">flour</span><span>, butter and sugar</span> <span class="hps">are everywhere.</span> <span class="hps">Even</span> <span class="hps">Vijayanagarani</span> <span class="hps">as</span> <span class="hps">the Maya</span>, <span class="hps">have problems</span> <span class="hps">in building</span> <span class="hps">the stairs.</span> </span><br />
<span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"><br /> <span class="hps">Goa as</span> <span class="hps">Colere,</span> <span class="hps">naked people</span> <span class="hps">swimming</span> <span class="hps">in the stones</span><span>.</span></span><br />
<span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"><span> </span><span class="hps"></span> <span class="hps">In Arambol</span> <span class="hps">and in Mazunte</span> <span class="hps">people </span> <span class="hps">meditate</span> <span class="hps">watching the sunset.</span><br /><br /><span class="hps">I say</span> <span class="hps">piadina,</span> <span class="hps">tortilla</span> <span class="hps">de</span> <span class="hps">harina</span> <span class="hps">and</span> <span class="hps">chapati</span> <span class="hps">...</span> <span class="hps">and</span> I <span class="hps">say</span> <span class="hps">that the</span> <span class="hps">bun</span> <span class="hps">cost 3</span> <span class="hps">rupees,</span> <span class="hps">like in </span><span>Havana.</span></span><br />
<span class="" id="result_box" lang="en"><span> </span> <span class="hps">Monkeys</span> in <span class="hps">Montezuma</span> <span class="hps">steal</span> <span class="hps">like those in</span> <span class="hps">Hampi.</span><br /><br /> <span class="hps">Alexander the Great</span> <span class="hps">could</span> <span class="hps">add</span> <span class="hps">Macedonia</span> <span class="hps">as Varanasi</span> <span class="hps">but he </span> <span class="hps">stopped</span> <span class="hps">due to</span> <span class="hps">rain ..</span> the <span class="hps">monsoon</span><span>.</span></span><br />
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<i>Le cose che hanno in comune: Ad Hampi come a Roma, rovine di templi sparsi per la città.</i><br />
<i>A Cuba come nel kerala, gli stessi biscotti, non sò chi li ha inventati prima, però beh, farina , burro e zucchero si trovano ovunque. Anche gli Vijayanagarani come i Maya hanno dei problemi nel costruire le scale. I tassisti di tuttto il mondo fanno la cresta.</i><br />
<i> Goa come Colere, gente nuda che nuota nei sassi, ad Arambol come a Mazunte gente che medita guardando il tramonto.</i><br />
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<i>Dico piadina romagnola, tortilla de harina e chapati... e rispondo che, le pagnottelle costano 3 rupie, lo stesso prezzo dell' Havana.</i><br />
<i> Le scimmie di Montezuma rubano come quelle di Hampi.</i><br />
<i> Alessandro Magno avrebbe potuto aggiungere Macedonia come Varanasi ma si è fermato causa pioggia..monsonica.</i><br />
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One day a woman (the Mother) dream '.<br />
A Huge green space,<br />
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Another woman has a dream, she sees the project made by volunteers from all around the world (beautiful and healthy), the staircase leading to the village always clean, where dilapidated houses have been fixed (always by the beautiful and healthy volunteers) and made habitable. Where gates are removed and the plastic flowers (with annexes owners) were eliminated.<br />
She sees fruit trees and Bouganvillea grow luxuriantly. (I know the Bouganville up there 'does not grow)<br />
She sees the road widened and reinforced, and maybe even with parapets. Where the stoves are of pellets. and she sees a big house, for all the volunteers and artists who want to fill the town with art, music, laughter, yoga and the sounds of the didgeridoo for wake up ( not early morning).Well, she see also a house for herself.( It's my dream )<br />
Where the Piazzaga Art Festival is beautiful and with a lot of people and maybe even with the mayor (maybe not the one is in charge, but one beautiful and healthy)<br />
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<b>You can say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one ( Lennon )</b><br />
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<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><b>Vede piante da frutta e Bouganville crescere rigogliose( lo so la Bouganville lassu' non cresce).</b></i></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><b>Vede la strada allargata e rinforzata e magari anche con dei parapetti. Dove le stufe siano di pellet e vede una grande casa, per tutti i volontari e gli artisti che vogliano riempire il borgo con arte, musica, risate, yoga e con il suono del Digeridoo al risveglio ( magari non presto ). Beh vede anche una casa per se stessa ( che non guasta)</b></i></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><b>Dove il Piazzaga Art Festival sia bello e con molta gente e magari anche con il sindaco presente ( magari non l';attuale , ma uno bello e aitante )</b></i></span><br />
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My favorite, the turmeric, believed to exceed the flavor of the cinnamon.<br />
The illusion until the arrival of the king, and salt.<br />
He surrounds them.<br />
Protects them.<br />
Without him they would not live.<br />
Without him they would be free.<br />
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<i>Le spezie sono femmine.</i><br />
<i>Ognuna regina.</i><br />
<i> Ognuna esige di essere la prescelta.</i><br />
<i>La regina della casa e' la spezia piu' calda come il chili, o la piu' pungente come lo zenzero.</i><br />
<i>La mia preferita , la curcuma, crede di superare in sapore la cannella.</i><br />
<i>L' illusione fino all'arrivo del re, il sale.</i><br />
<i> Lui le avvolge.</i><br />
<i>Le protegge.</i><br />
<i> Senza di esso loro non vivrebbero.</i><br />
<i> Senza di esso loro sarebbero libere.</i><br />
<span style="font-family: sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 19.1875px;"><b>Alla donna disse: "Moltiplicherò i tuoi dolori e le tue gravidanze, con dolore partorirai figli. Verso tuo marito sarà il tuo istinto, ma egli ti dominerà". (Genesi)</b></span></span></div>
veronicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06982556764128438249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948321445111856609.post-9194678826904628712013-01-30T07:01:00.000+01:002013-03-02T14:19:02.958+01:00The white Tiger<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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They would like to become a doctor or engineer.<br />
They would like to become like Mr. Tata, not rich, but a family.<br />
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<i>La famiglia Tata possiede quasi tutto, brand di The, automobili, fabbriche e trasporti, lui e' di una casta superiore.Il sig. Hery possiede una laurea e l' odio verso gli arabi, ha lavorato in Kuwait e riceveva insulti solo per il fatto di essere una razza inferiore. Hery e' del Kerala e considera quelli del Tamil Nadu un popolo minore.</i><br />
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<i>Da grandi vorebbero diventare o dottore o ingeniere.</i><br />
<i>Da grandi vorrebero diventare come il sig. Tata, non ricchi , ma una famiglia.</i><br />
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veronicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06982556764128438249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948321445111856609.post-86556068982220070102013-01-18T10:14:00.000+01:002013-10-24T16:56:12.271+02:00The Good of the small things<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">In Kerala there is a woman who hugs, the Amma Mata.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">During a trip, sometimes you can find yourself or lose it.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">There is those who come to India to learn how to breathe or to listen. When you are 'in a new place, you can' wear a new life, and so 'the awkward economist from the furtive glance that was mocked at school, can' become a brilliant traveler, but the look ,hides a remote fear. Discover the little things, so, 'you can' meet the innocent enthusiasm expressed by the large eyes of Bry, the natural kindness of Andrew, that half shuts his eyes before smiling or the exuberance of Henry that when he speaks seriously tilt the mouth.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The deep eyes that look at you and the slight nod of the head.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The ticking of the bracelets that adorn the coals bony.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The joy of adults who, as children, playing with the waves.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The tested hand, that asks for money, and you look up at the hand and not at the eyes.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">In Kerala there is a woman who is learning to breathe, listen and embrace .</span><br />
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<b>If I embrace you not to be afraid. ( F. Ervas )</b><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><i>In Kerala c'e una donna che abbraccia, the Amma Mata.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><i>Ci sono luoghi dove le persone vanno a ritrovare lore stesse.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><i>C'e chi viene in India per imparare a respirare o ad ascoltare. Quando si e' in posto nuovo, si puo' indossare una nuova vita, e cosi' , l'impacciato economista dallo sguardo furtivo, che veniva deriso ai tempi della scuola, puo' diventare un brillante viaggiatore, ma lo sguardo nasconde un remoto timore. Scoprire le piccole cose, e cosi' si puo' incontrare l'innocente entusiasmo espresso dai grandi occhi di Bry, la naturale gentilezza di Andrew che socchiude gli occhi prima di sorridere o l'esuberanza di Henry che quando parla seriamente inclina la bocca.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><i>I profondi occhi scuri che ti guardano e il leggero ciondolare del capo.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><i>Il ticchettio dei braccialetti che adornano le bracia ossute</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><i>La gioia degli adulti che , come bambini, giocano con le onde.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><i>La mano provata,che chiede denaro, e tu guardi la mano e non agli occhi.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><i>In Kerala c'e una donna che sta imparando a respirare, ascoltare e abbracciare.</i></span><br />
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veronicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06982556764128438249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948321445111856609.post-12122071148209858942013-01-18T09:06:00.004+01:002013-03-02T14:32:27.843+01:00Welcome to the south... of India.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">How to make the whole country a costume.
Arriving in Cochin, I wore a helmet, armed with a knife between his teeth, and I prepared myself psychologically to 'meet with the Indians and their Tuk Tuk.Beh, I was not considered at all, in spite of myself, I have laid down my arms and went to look for a means of transport alone.
I booked a cheap hostel, so I am prepared to use the spray disinfectant, detergent, antiseptic, alcohol and of course, I have brought the cover sheet from home ... but, I not needed it, the mattress was even more 'comfortable at home.
A final remark on 'clothing. As a perfect manual I brought only long pants and long-sleeved shirts ... well, in Varkala there are 35 degrees!</span><br />
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Arrivata a Cochin, ho indossato il casco, armata di coltello tra i denti e mi sono preparata psicologicamente all' incontro con gli indiani e i loro Tuk Tuk. Beh, non mi hanno considerato minimamente, mio malgrado, ho deposte le armi e sono andata a cercarmi un mezzo di trasporto da sola.
Ho prenotato un ostello economico, quindi, mi son preparata ad usare lo spray igienizzante, detergenti, amuchina, alcool e ovviamente, mi son portata il lenzuolino da casa...ma, non ne ho avuto bisogno, il materasso era perfino piu' confortevole di quello di casa.
Ultima considerazione sull' abbigliamento. Da perfetto manuale mi portata solo pantaloni lunghi e magliette a maniche...beh, in Varkala ci sono 35 gradi!</span></i><br />
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<b>18 verticale:</b> Città color paglierino dallo<br />
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stile barocco, scorci di mura nere dovute alla pietra lavica usata come mattone.
<b>13 orizzontale:</b> Alla fine di ogni via, c’e una chiesa, alcune hanno delle croci rosse sui portoni.
<b>21 orizzontale:</b> Le sue spiagge, si chiamano Lido dei Carabinieri e Vigili del fuoco.
<b>1 orizzontale:</b> C’e la Playa, ma non siamo a Barcellona.
<b>22 verticale:</b> Il carretto del venditore un giorno ha i fichi d’india e il giorno dopo broccoli.<br />
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<b>31 verticale:</b> Si parla una lingua a me sconosciuta.
<b>24 orizzontale:</b> Le macellerie diventano ristoranti all’aria aperta, e i fumi di carne di cavallo inondano la città. <b>42 verticale:</b> La granita al limone si mangia in piazza del Teatro.
<b>Bon tiempu e malu tiempu non dura tuttu u tiempu ( Antico detto senza copy left )</b></div>
veronicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06982556764128438249noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948321445111856609.post-1585261145951710262012-03-06T12:51:00.004+01:002012-03-06T14:57:58.464+01:00Dondolando a ViñalesQuasi tutti vanno a visitare la parte ad est di Cuba, quindi io sono andata a Ovest.<br />L'ostello in Havana, l'unico con i dormitori, mi ha prenotato la Casa Particolares in Viñales, con compagno di stanza annesso, e cosi un ragazzotto danese di nome Lars è stato il mio compagnio di viaggio per il resto del mio soggiorno a Cuba.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu0WT6YnmHmKfsVrirMIvz_uZObngMP3CeIIFwLNCH8dW8tLMmIcG3mhd2QHohV4N33rDR_cQ_30kXP_stXQ6nj2pFNOmZd71UaU1lGBYXxsfwqZWt2c0eIg98NlZZotvE5_omtmIOKCY/s1600/DSC00377.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu0WT6YnmHmKfsVrirMIvz_uZObngMP3CeIIFwLNCH8dW8tLMmIcG3mhd2QHohV4N33rDR_cQ_30kXP_stXQ6nj2pFNOmZd71UaU1lGBYXxsfwqZWt2c0eIg98NlZZotvE5_omtmIOKCY/s200/DSC00377.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5716757196715502322" /></a><br /> Poteva andarmi peggio, poteva essere francese vecchio e brutto.<br />Viñales è un paesello coloniale, il colore preferito per le case è il rosa, maiali e galline gironzolano indisturbati per le stradine non asfaltate del villaggio.<br />Sotto ad ogni porticato ci sono le sedie a dondolo, e questo può già dare un idea del ritmo di vita.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb9sWNJVuOOMN_6b6c7Ko-7vEuvkn9VprQ1HnQUbCHMeBVzHq0h_f_4aEwYBec2i41SC7XiNyMO7gQDjdWk_64EN5F6jmO09RlxwQKsc24JZvBlo2fKqzvPqA577YtQGjZBZNadCvIi9g/s1600/DSC00374.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb9sWNJVuOOMN_6b6c7Ko-7vEuvkn9VprQ1HnQUbCHMeBVzHq0h_f_4aEwYBec2i41SC7XiNyMO7gQDjdWk_64EN5F6jmO09RlxwQKsc24JZvBlo2fKqzvPqA577YtQGjZBZNadCvIi9g/s200/DSC00374.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5716756561378752162" /></a><br />Diversamente dall' Havana, qui nessuno cerca di venderti qualcosa, la gente ti saluta e non fischia al tuo passare o per lo meno evita di dire " oi mi amor, mamacita, que linda hermosa ..."<br />Qui ho fatto tante cose...mi son dondolata sulla sedia a dondolo, ho assaggiato tutti i tipi di biscotti, dondolato sulla sedia a dondolo, chiacchierato con tutto il vicinato, sempre dondolando, ho anche ballato salsa e visitato delle grotte, tra un dondolamento e un bicchiere di succo di Guaiaba.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEYVgoNpaW4rQ-np7S-BvuWyZ8tibmbO7fZ9wJcfTHsuCObfH4LtxZWQ6GLbQbO43jIAUqWcJ7VF9m29Vxfd5pvbnOPcXVJ0tvfAkY5GVZ-XHTY9IY9qh087pSHr38ASkZdAitf6XxqKM/s1600/DSC00381.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEYVgoNpaW4rQ-np7S-BvuWyZ8tibmbO7fZ9wJcfTHsuCObfH4LtxZWQ6GLbQbO43jIAUqWcJ7VF9m29Vxfd5pvbnOPcXVJ0tvfAkY5GVZ-XHTY9IY9qh087pSHr38ASkZdAitf6XxqKM/s200/DSC00381.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5716756557826923586" /></a><br />Peccato che non ho trovato delle sedie a dondolo pieghevoli da pèortare in Italia...le vedrei bene lassù al Crotto...dondolandomi guardando il lago di Como...perchè ora si ritorna...le ferie son finite, ma il dondolamento tra una cosa e l'altra rimane. Dondolare come stile di vita. Dondoliamo?<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">The old man opened his eyes and for a moment he was coming back from a long way away.</span>( Hemingway )veronicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06982556764128438249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948321445111856609.post-37906691099926229192012-03-02T19:19:00.004+01:002012-03-02T20:07:18.118+01:00Cuba è...Cuba è ferma agli anni ’50, lo vedi dalle vecchie Chevrolet colorate e malandate parcheggiate nel Parque della Fraternità dell’Havana, è arrivata fino agli anni ‘ 80 per i colori della Tv, ma i collant delle impiegate statali a fiori neri, sono sicuramente anni ’90.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV1-FeZdjQot1_7kgVyTt5Gr6n-Pyn1QwusSYoXKZ486dVrBttaYmmewwAY4kIqiBgb7XB0hguWW28BNPXXtiuOH5cLAqGYycJNA0YTpSEb1WKFS32Hd7BvkSIMVuqSgrstAypn-t1yDI/s1600/DSC00326.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV1-FeZdjQot1_7kgVyTt5Gr6n-Pyn1QwusSYoXKZ486dVrBttaYmmewwAY4kIqiBgb7XB0hguWW28BNPXXtiuOH5cLAqGYycJNA0YTpSEb1WKFS32Hd7BvkSIMVuqSgrstAypn-t1yDI/s200/DSC00326.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715376354619318354" /></a><br />È la pizza a 5 pesos, il caffè a 1, il pane a 3 e un litro di acqua a 24, è il panettiere sempre aperto con il biscotto mantecato e il pane dal colore inspiegabilmente giallo zafferano.<br />Cuba è Fidel, Camilo, il Che e non Raul.<br />È la patata che manca dal mercato da 2 anni e la frutta e la verdura delle bancarelle sono sempre le stesse.<br />È la salsa che si ascolta nelle case, il baseball giocato per strada con l’acqua che scende dai balconi, è la Guagua (bus) n. P15 che non passa mai e il 400 ti porta a Playa dell’Este.<br />È il CUC e il pesos nazionale, i locali anonimi statali e quelli un po’ più kitch dei privati, Cuba è l’inno cantato nelle scuole prima delle lezioni con il saluto alla bandiera dei giovani Pionieri.<br />È l’affitto che non si paga, l’istruzione gratuita e il libricino con la “quota” di cibo che lo stato fornisce, è la “Casa Particolares “, cubana versione dei Bed and Breakfast, ma con i centrini di pizzo della nonna.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgExUOj3aqTyhOQaLWskwirXpiCtcgCqTCvADZsP53hSyqCItm6IcakaUERkbO91BYDayU5j03K6HTaAIXQoQWBKVgiSzAvyRPMfuxxXhaODkc3Pxtod82sdtnWAMA_crmkgqYupouf8Ew/s1600/DSC00427.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgExUOj3aqTyhOQaLWskwirXpiCtcgCqTCvADZsP53hSyqCItm6IcakaUERkbO91BYDayU5j03K6HTaAIXQoQWBKVgiSzAvyRPMfuxxXhaODkc3Pxtod82sdtnWAMA_crmkgqYupouf8Ew/s200/DSC00427.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715376357365669890" /></a><br /> Cuba è il sogno di andarsene da questa Cuba, e, per chi ci riesce, è la casa dove si aveva uno spazzolino da denti per tutta la famiglia, ma è dove la famiglia è restata. <br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">È proprio vero che la libertà è preziosa; così preziosa che dovrebbe essere razionata. </span>(Lenin)veronicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06982556764128438249noreply@blogger.com0