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Peace ... Go To travel to Reggio Emilia Call

Yesterday, Saturday, February 26, there was the stage of the initiative Reggio Emilia "Peace is for ... race."

Here's what the site says of the event Free

"Part of Castell'Alfero in the province of Asti, the adventure of" The Peace goes to ... Race, an event Free promoted by that stage will be devoted Giuspeppe Papaluca , the barber-marathon runner who has already signed some companies in the past such as Rome or Moscow-Baghdad-Hammann. Through this race, which will start Feb. 18 and will concluding March 17 in Matera, we want to remember the victims of the Mafia, right anniversary of the unification of Italy. Also remember this piece of Italy, these heroes who have left their lives for an Italy cleaner, fairer, where the law and the right to stand as a natural glue of civil society.

during this "Tour of Italy" Papaluca Free and meet schoolchildren, sports clubs, voluntary associations, which step by step, sections of road will run along the marathon in Rome. In every place there will be memories of the victims of the Mafia, visits the confiscation of assets or suggestions concerning the unification of Italy. In the first stage, which will grow from Castell'Alfero (AT) Graziella in Cascina, confiscated from the Mafia well. Castell'Alfero is home to Giovan Battista De Rolandis in 1794, along with the Bologna Zamboni, "invented" the tricolor, distributing in Bologna, during the riots, the tricolor cockade white, red and green, which later became the colors of Italian flag. "

We started at 6.45 when the Presidentissimo Athletic League Uisp came in and we loaded the porter assigned Teatro Valli.

A very cold but the sun really nice.

This is the program:

- 8.45am official presentation of the race with the institutions

- 9.00 start of the 30 km Pino Papaluca walked along with a representation of various schools of Reggio Emilia, from elementary to high school, as well as some sports associations, the more unaccustomed to running, without forgetting dell'ultramaratoneta Tallarita, said talla

E 'was a good initiative, which is important to know what it means to fight against the Mafia even to kids in schools.

In all this, though, also I have done my part, I have walked the lap 23 of the relay and I'm dead!

not really a runner, someone will have to accept it.

But it was a wonderful experience, and I realized that sometimes it is the head to get you. Usually these speeches makes them who has the crisis in the marathon after 35km of racing, I do it after 800metri. So what?

But the voice of Riva calling me while I was around the fountain gave me strength that I thought I had lost.

So it was a good thing, I enjoyed it, I got home destroyed, but certainly do it again!

I want to say a big thank you also to Zelig, always best in these initiatives, but also to Refund, Cral to the hospital, all schools, to those who have run well, the legendary Talla and the huge pine Papaluca!

Viva Freedom! Pino Viva! Long live sport!

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Good ideas are never alone

And just as with brainstorming, in which "my segment" is a recycling of an idea that I had before and that I had failed to properly use, recycle most likely another idea I had in the drawer for the new short film (which, as mentioned, will not be so short I know).
embryonic idea was for a comic that I wanted to write, but probably would not have been able to develop it in a dignified manner.
Now I have the good and the bad. These are steps forward.

Ps: thanks to my tiny brain that gives birth overloaded clever ideas.
Ps2: fuck prof and Software Engineering anticipates that the examinations of five days, challenged

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Just to put the flea in the ear (so nobody will not understand what I mean), the following object is a of the things that I'll have to get

No, do not worry, I will not adapt Shaun The Sheep (although, admittedly, it would be cool).

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It 's a bit that I do not write ... a bit 'out of laziness, partly' because I have not seen anything lately that has prompted me to write something.

On the other hand, in the semi-unofficial (and, by the standards of journalism Italian general, more than enough) announcement that my little brain has decided to start a new project for a short (so short that I will not). I have to make sure a couple of basic things (mostly having the right people on board), is a project that will be quite challenging, but terribly funny if it goes in the port (and we hope very much).

two advances, the first and will involve many more people in the old crew (I can not afford to control almost everything like the former, not to go crazy I need to divide the roles as they should), while the cast instead good or bad will on the numbers of brainstorming, eye. The second is that this time is not an adaptation but an original idea (and, therefore, I have to see if it's legally possible ... if not go to hell).

All this in the near future ...

See ya!

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As in past years have passed the 5 day festival. Preceded, accompanied and followed, as every year, to praise and controversy, especially controversial.

seems the national sport of the Italians, to controversy. When we are the world we are all CT and when there is the Festival are all music journalists, but also designers, directors, orchestra, praise God

I leave a people who do not follow the Festival but does not break the chestnuts: no do you like? do not look at him. Finished. Total respect and admiration.

I Sanremo I watched and tried to divide it into two parts: the music and the rest.

from the rest with some of my opinions, as I see it.

First, Morandi can not lead ... A little 'everyone did what he pleased. Only if all these are only goes maybe Luke and Paul, if you are Massimo Ranieri takes the stage well, but if you put this Canalis are in place to translate the very talented interpreter of RAI ( Paolo Maria Noseda ) De Niro , just to see what he knows the English rendering of an immense sadness to the piece with the American actor. I was ashamed as a thief at the time. According

, said Luca Gonzo at the end: he broke the bipartisan history of the Maronites. If there is some comedy that is right! Then see if it is able to laugh, we laugh. And do not get me out of the story is all in the left hand, because otherwise, if it were really so, B. already had earned his hole in his head!.

Third, Benigni makes us, makes me proud to be Italian. He explained the anthem as only he can do. Speaking for 50 minutes, leaving us alone, leave you breathless and making me move almost in a whisper when she sang the first verse of our national anthem. As always, thanks Robert!

Now we come to the music:

I unfortunately neglected young people, but what little I heard I liked. As always are those who dare more. The big

instead. Anna Oxa Anna Tatangelo, Patty Pravo, the ban on. Their songs I liked, some I was prevented, not even digest the interpreters.

I quite liked the evening dedicated to the unification of Italy. Too bad that he sang his first Davide Van De Sfroos and did not see hardly anyone. I admit that I have covered over the interpretation on youtube because I sang (sang Viva Italy's Francesco de Gregori). And I really liked Flack also, by far the best of this year. As he said in an interview today, he did like the treble of inter Mourino!

on race, Van De tifavo Sfroos and has done a very good figure. I did not expect but wonder "still call love." But I had already decided to support the laghée and I was consistent.

Max Pezzali: never grow and his songs are always the same ... tired in the long run. has already done. Lillo and Greg have a little 'saved, but nothing special.

Luca Madonia : Honestly, I'm not a fan of Battiato. But this song I is not sorry. Catchy though I found too many sounds Francoist for my taste of course.

Luca Barbarossa & Raquel del Rosario : a quiet song, but she's a pussy afraid. Worth the ticket price alone. Although the story is up and down I know a little 'porn, but that's great!

Crush: just took the stage, Giovanardi scared me ... But after listening to the song I enjoyed listening more and more. Very good and a great treat him at the end of the opera singer. Bravi.

fashion and Emma: I always enjoyed poking fun at the fashion with the screams of the singer, the song is not in my comfort zone, but it should be appreciated very much the arrangement between the band and the singer. Second place it fits everything.

Tricarico : can not do it. It is very capable of singing, however, has genius. And in the end I liked his song. The 150th unit of Italy to talk about our flag is not a lick of ass, but a good idea. Bravo Frency.

Giusy Ferreri: He has a strange voice, I'm not crazy exploits and then not at all the power. When he says "destroys" the u makes with his mouth closed. How do I get out the word? mah. This is the only opinion "technical", but I had to do it, I've noticed that every night.

Nathalie : A good song, she's good. And she did it all. Young but good.

Davide Van De Sfroos : expect it to San Remo and he betrayed me. Yanez is one of his songs and feel throughout. He writes, sings and plays well. And who likes to know a lot of satisfaction. Bravissimo later with the Italian song of Thursday. The piece of the chorus with the accordion reminds me a little 'Me Voy of Juliet Venegas.

Roberto Vecchioni: won, in all fields. E 'was absolutely the best. He has been criticized by those who only see only the identity card to comment on the songs. Elders will certainly older than Tatangelo, but they have nothing to do.

Enjoy!

Call me love again ...

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Restart the Sanremo Festival of Sanremo

We tonight part the umpteenth edition of the Sanremo Festival, the Festival of Italian Song. And it starts with the usual struggles between those who watch and those who do not see, between those who believe and those who think it's all a combinotto. There will be a servile Antonio Ricci ready to discredit him as always, but now all the strip broke. He can not do anything else, boring.

willy-nilly, the Festival is part of Italian music, is part of Italian television, is part of Italy. And as such it deserves respect. Then he can like it or not, of course.

Meanwhile, one thing must be said: there playing live, there is an orchestra, there are musicians, there is music. Make a box as Festivalbar is a bit 'too easy.

What will happen in this year? I honestly do not know, but I know for sure who will be one of the singers in the competition and I really want to see and do "cheer" to the fullest!

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participate with the song Yanez, who will sing in dialect Tremezzina (or laghée), but on his site you can read the text translated into all languages.

Below I leave the text in "Tuscan language"

the tide rises and falls and brings its waste

a bucket and use a socket and a can of Red Bull

Sandokan with mojito and a ticket with an invitation

Sandokan who learned to drive the flip-flops ...

People who reach the sea just to say that it was here,

with the token the games room, the horse moves a bit 'my ass,

smell of fried fish and pizza takeaway

Kammamuri are sixty years is rocking on the board ...

Yanez de Gomera you remember how?

vuvuzela and now bikes and the Suzuki and Tremal Naik

Yanez de Gomera you remember James Brook

playing cards down to the 'Coast to the bathroom and say it is always drunk.

snack, small octopus and a drink 4 color

tanned, tattooed pirates are coming from Varese

the panther, black skirt, tank top, maid

moves the seat without the chips, but only to change the glass.

Sandokan on the beach with the pants of the Billabong

has arthritis and carry-over, part with the pedal to Mompracem '

Dayak and the Journal do not have time to cut head

leave the sword in the umbrella and do more 'damage with the i Phone.

Yanez de Gomera you saw the other night?

more than the Pearl of Labuan, Marianna now it seems to me a stone ...

Yanez de Gomera said it was still

I saw that it was reconstructed breast, not was able to rebuild the heart ...

The siren is angry that he can not play the ball

Polenta and cuba libre for crabs in procession

starts the happy hour, the tiger Malaysia

Ends inn with white rice and magnesia

And waiting me taste one of my favorite songs ... The army of the 12 chairs

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A little story on hate

I want to tell a story.

There was once a fan on the street. He walked proud head high in the neck with his beautiful scarf "hate everyone." He saw the Ancol turn a fan of the opposing team, "bastard, I hate him." He put his hands firmly in the pockets of his tight jeans ready to fight against the hated stranger. Suddenly the hated stranger casts his eye on the other side where another is coming hated, do not know him but had a different shirt and was still hate him. He saw that these two were recognized from far away and beginning to scream, he ran to meet him. They embraced giving themselves big pats on the back, jaw-dropping: "... but as they are different, because you hate?" and looked at them wrong with her scarf tightly around his neck all hate. The two ultras

passes by without even realizing that he was an "enemy" were too busy to talk about the latest adventures and had already spotted the corner pub to go to down a beer for every story and the stories were many.

He was left alone with his hatred and realized that there were other fans in that space, all to hate. But they were singing happy quaffing beer and dancing to the rhythm of the upbeat.

He went so hateful to the den of his friends to tell fans the hatred he had felt at seeing "the bastards" all together in the room. His comrades shouted approval, some grudgingly other strange ways almost incomprehensible hanging by the legs as a sign of defiance (it seems that in reality often waving his arms like that, sometimes even when they walked just a little 'bent on the back).

There was only one of them, the youngest, who after hearing the story felt a discomfort in your neck, the scarf "hate everyone" who had with him took his breath and then he understood everything. If you took it, threw it on the ground and saluted his former comrades: "go ahead to hate ... you really do not understand a shit! I go to the pub ... "and walked away, leaving behind a series of screams and noises coming from various lair.

arrived at the pub, had a moment of hesitation ... Still had Color him and his team thought they could also do something about it. He was alone and the pub was full. There were also bitter enemies in that room and it was one of them who saw him first and called loudly: "Hey you! What are you doing here? ".

The ultras had a little 'fear, but it was not a coward, and then took a deep breath and said, "they say that here you can drink good beer and listening to good music, although there are some assholes like you!" And began to laugh loudly.

Silence "... maybe I've done it ..." he thought.

And they are right by the liver big boy! "He laughed along with all the pub. "This I'll pay you around ... Come here greenhorn. " Ran up, grabbed him by the arm and led him to the counter handing her first liter

... and she is dancing on stage at a local ska band ...

Here's a little story to tell you what I think about people who hate and abuse in every situation of this bad word. Perhaps the worst that we can use all the words between the Italian language knows.

And now ...

... Rude Boy

oh oh oh

Rude Boy

oh oh oh

Rude Boy

oh oh oh

Dance to the rhythm of upbeat ...

Enjoy

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Today is the turn of the financial thriller Margin Call , JC Chandor with stellar cast (Kevin Spacey, Jeremy Irons, Paul Bettany, Demi Moore). In the evening there will be the first trotter in the Italian review: Whatever comes Giulio Manfredonia, published under the title of Whatsoeverly. The candidate Cetto The matter, played by Antonio Albanian, with its election promise-sexual will already predict the foreign journalists, connected to political scandals, which have made the Ruby Queen chronicles. We are particularly keen to understand how to translate "cchiù pilu for everyone."

figghioli .. as you can see from the picture before, I managed the charming little village of Marina di Sopra is twinned with Weimar ggermania nta. On my modest contribution to the Berlin Film Festival, will hold a festoon PILU Teutonic .. do not miss it! ..

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Gang - Over

From the very first time I heard this song, I always left a strange taste in the mouth. I've always thought of as a song for you to remember a fellow who's gone. The sound is precisely the band that accompanies the coffin to the cemetery.

The more superficial, probably, scratching here and finish reading them. Probably rightly so. I do not think they are capable of understanding the meaning a song that goes well beyond the execution during a funeral.

For those who have given, however, a higher value than the music, but played the last trip that has a meaning and a particular taste. I do not ever forget the songs played during the funeral of my father. Indeed, if a band had been aware of this "beyond" the Gang, I think I would have really made the play.

no coincidence to perform this song just a band, band G. Donizetti Casalecchio di Reno (BO), the kind that are called to play in the funeral ceremonies.

E 'an invitation to look forward, without being overwhelmed by memories, but using them to face the future with strength and determination; a clenched fist and gritted teeth.

"... This great cold

our hearts will see if they will

will be a new day

and burn this city ..."

Good listening and, below, to understand the text and make it fully yours.

Besides bars and borders

the desert

and even further

tonight a star fall

very edge of freedom.

Like a love without lovers

or a war without swords

are left out of breath

as after a stroke now without roads.

of breath we wasted

cries of screams for more

and now that the weather has changed

is anger and nothing more.

Why does so much for everything

tell me why

you die of boredom drunk

to God when you die you can not do more.

This great cold

our hearts will see if they will

will be a new day

and burn these cities.

Beyond the dusk and at night

from the shadows or even further

I found you broken divided

fell on their knees begging for mercy

With a single ticket for Forward

with a single piece of truth

as you have stolen

to the desire for freedom.

Beyond doubt and emptiness

beyond the silence and even further

if you've watched the death

from behind the windows of your age.

Please still hang

I need you to take

neck

the future to take all

for me for you.

This great cold

our hearts will see will go

a new day will

and burn these cities.

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Fini: "At this rate, if Berlusconi will with aliens " a fiction, but it is also a photocopy of reality. " Because, according to the president, in Italy and not only in the fiction of Calabria Cetto, there is no meritocracy, "I had promised myself not to argue that what's in the papers is more than enough, but it is dramatic fiction or reality if the same When we talk of meritocracy, where it says choose the most talented guys, it is said that whoever is at the end will ensure the election gets stuck in the list who does not seem to have great merit if not a certain physical presence and a predisposition to do things that have nothing to do with politics? ".

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Fredd and Maggie - Last Chapter

Like all the books or stories come to an end sooner or later, except for The Neverending Story, but we're not talking about her.

Fredd and Maggie are then arrived at their final chapter. This story ends and will be bound and placed in the library where someone, perhaps one day will read it for her pleasure. At least I hope so.

start, then.

Fredd was sitting on the couch watching television. It was winter and short days had just ended.

was cold outside and it had snowed the day before. A large white blanket covered the small town where he had retired in recent years. Those countries where all greet you when you cross the street, because nobody is unknown although there has been a pleasure to talk to them.

He loved this feature with a smile and greeted every person he met on his walks or when moving on foot or by bicycle to go buy a newspaper. Monday and Monday only. During the week the network was to provide news from the world and the world. Lately, in his address, however, the smile was gone.

Fredd had always loved the snow since he was little and even now that he was an adult. There was only a short break between 18 and 22 years, when the snow prevented him, he novice, to move in and out on Saturday night with friends and was forced to stay home.

Before starting, he got up and went to the window to breathe the air of his house covered in snow. Not satisfied he took a cigarette lighter and putting on her coat came in slippers. The cool air caressed his face and he breathed deeply. He came to every corner of the His body muscles and refreshing thoughts, which in those days there were a lot like an overheated car trudging behind a truck stacked up along the mountains.

He put the cigarette in his mouth, to turn it on, but stopping to look at her and decided that that night would not have smoked any cigarettes. Contact with the cold air moist lacrimal glands, to protect the eye, around the bulb, a small drop fell down her cheeks and the cold did not stop. At the bottom of the tear was protecting himself, his thoughts, his fears.

As always when there was snow, the town was brighter by the reflection the soft, white coat. Fredd always smiled when he looked at his district "enlightened" by the snow. That evening he managed to smile, but it was a bitter smile. And the country seemed to notice. Not hardly anyone turned down the street, almost as a mysterious form of respect.

back inside sat down on the couch again, this time determined to press play on the DVD player's remote control and watch for the first (and last time, he thought at the time) what he had accomplished during the day.

He left the movie, black lettering on a yellow background: "Freddie and Maggie." Fredd had always enjoyed doing small archive to tell travel, to celebrate someone or something, or simply because a friend had asked him a favor. It was one of the things that Maggie had always loved the cold, when his creativity was to assemble a video.

This time, perhaps the last, did not find the right soundtrack. No song seemed appropriate to describe those pictures. He tried a riff and then piano and strings in the library of his computer and it seemed the best thing to put in support of the images.

The passed their lives. Travel, adventures, parties, surprises, marriage and all that together they had faced in those wonderful years, but now Maggie had gone. Became more difficult to swallow every minute and realized that she was crying. It was not the cold air, tears were silent and cold, she was crying.

was surprised, however, often realizing that her tears were of joy. He was crying, but he was happy, and remember to review those moments did not make him sad because I would never return. In fact they were past episodes and could not have come back anyway. Fredd was happy because he had the good fortune to live them those moments.

was happy as he watched the movie and the outside air was caressing the trees and snow, playing with nature and homes. Fredd felt that the world was laughing with him, they all had a chance to see how cold and Maggie had lived their story. A pair of lovers, sitting in the back of the car at least a dozen miles away, looked into my eyes and took advantage of that spell. Wept and smiled together experiencing all the emotions that the story had passed when he had accomplished.

After two hours another black writing on yellow background appeared: "Done."

Fredd rose from the couch, smiling and with his face wet, and turned off the DVD player.

Forever.

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