Thursday, November 8, 2007
Thursday, October 11, 2007
How To Kill Rats For Snake Food
MAMMA MIA!
Very often the space that separates the child from being an adult is to be manned by a phenomenon that tends to keep apart the two elements.
This phenomenon is called mother. The aim of existential
mother is to prevent the caterpillar becomes a butterfly, once the baby is born it is imperative to have an abortion that the adult is in him.
So the woman is expecting a child, the child does not know what to expect.
In Italy, the percentage of children need to get rid of excess care of her mother, kisses from mom, mom's dumplings, sweaters for mom, slap the mother, the mother and recommendations by the avalanche of attention that the mother sprinkles on their lives, is quite high: the exclusion of those runaways, which approximates to 100%.
The idea of \u200b\u200bwriting this book stems from a widespread unease that involves the children at various levels. hidden in the room of the subconscious, are already causing a series of physical ailments that occur day after day, nervous tics, bulimia, gastritis, colitis, eiaculatio praecox, uptake tardox, football fan, masturbation, erotic drive.
Chapter after chapter outlines the history of such a syndrome unique and precise description of the typical attitudes of the mother, from his dislike for the time obsession for house cleaning, the setting for the meat loaf to the passion for knitting or the stubbornness with which he tries to burn the clutch of the car. The complaint
pathetically correct a system that invites a mirror mammon, and to accept, but above all to laugh at themselves, recognizing that, as Marx said, as a child, "the mother is the opium of the little ones."
http://www.myspace.com/fabrizioblini
This phenomenon is called mother. The aim of existential
mother is to prevent the caterpillar becomes a butterfly, once the baby is born it is imperative to have an abortion that the adult is in him.
So the woman is expecting a child, the child does not know what to expect.
In Italy, the percentage of children need to get rid of excess care of her mother, kisses from mom, mom's dumplings, sweaters for mom, slap the mother, the mother and recommendations by the avalanche of attention that the mother sprinkles on their lives, is quite high: the exclusion of those runaways, which approximates to 100%.
The idea of \u200b\u200bwriting this book stems from a widespread unease that involves the children at various levels. hidden in the room of the subconscious, are already causing a series of physical ailments that occur day after day, nervous tics, bulimia, gastritis, colitis, eiaculatio praecox, uptake tardox, football fan, masturbation, erotic drive.
Chapter after chapter outlines the history of such a syndrome unique and precise description of the typical attitudes of the mother, from his dislike for the time obsession for house cleaning, the setting for the meat loaf to the passion for knitting or the stubbornness with which he tries to burn the clutch of the car. The complaint
pathetically correct a system that invites a mirror mammon, and to accept, but above all to laugh at themselves, recognizing that, as Marx said, as a child, "the mother is the opium of the little ones."
http://www.myspace.com/fabrizioblini
Friday, July 13, 2007
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MYSPACE - PROJECTS 2.0
Among the many projects and applications for membership on MySpace do I report someone I like and I joined ....
directly from the capital, is Deezee leading the way with a unique sound, never heard in Italy and biting lyrics.
http://www.myspace.com/deezeemvp .
E 'also led to a fan club dedicated to the rapper Roman http://it.groups.yahoo.com/group/Deezee_fans_club/ 
Among the many projects and applications for membership on MySpace do I report someone I like and I joined ....
directly from the capital, is Deezee leading the way with a unique sound, never heard in Italy and biting lyrics.
http://www.myspace.com/deezeemvp .
E 'also led to a fan club dedicated to the rapper Roman http://it.groups.yahoo.com/group/Deezee_fans_club/
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
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How a day at sea enriches you suddenly
Lying on the couch, sarong, cigarettes, new to mobile phone and address book. All essential, although I can not say with what order of importance.
fankazzista Thus began the first day of my normal weekend Lidense. Deep in my thoughts, I scan the horizon with the air of those who think the tragedies of the world, while the corners of I force myself to analyze the constant coming and going of street vendors. Often precursors of fashions to come. There is everything. Surrounded by fake Gucci sunglasses-tarot-last fashion.
so I decided to dedicate a book to finally capitatomi almost by accident. A book by a (little known *) Cape Verdean author, who moved to Italy for 7 years, Jorge Alves Canifa . * (I later discovered that it was little known only to me).
"Tales from the swings" book is a surreal, exciting and different. A book that I recommend to all those who want to experiment with something that differs from the usual tales. Merit of contamination cultural author and his art of writing.
prefer to use the words of Maria de Lourdes Jesus, who wrote the preface,
( here in full ) also because I could not find better words to explain what this author forward, reading.
"... I have to say that Jorge took me by surprise, even though I was prepared, ready to fascinate me always with new characters included by the author in the fantasy environments Verdean and Italian. But Jorge has gone beyond my expectations. I was really admired the skill with which he described in his book six different environments of distant worlds between them, and with very different cultural references. Jorge also in the language used is full of invention. The first wealth is given by the cultural differences of the characters, the second is due to the culture of the author and his imaginative mind, also populated by mythological and legendary figures. Africa, Asia, Europe and Latin America are the four continents of origin of the respective protagonists of this book. The freedom Jorge speaks to us through the protagonists of his stories, is a freedom that has no boundaries, so that each character is a symbol of a bigger story, where freedom is the true protagonist, feared in the past, but also dream, conquered, defense, for the present and even future ... "
Monday, June 11, 2007
The Pit And The Pendulum 2009
unexpected gift
When a book is recommended you always think that is the expectation that creates disappointment, so you trust only those who know have similar tastes to yours. When you are given a book you put it there in the drawer, knowing that sooner or later force you to read , because the day will come when the person who gave it to you will ask: "you like it? "and will always be too soon, to the idea that you were made of when you would read. Usually" sooner or later ", in fact.
But when someone gives it to you without know, just for the pleasure of sharing his work with someone who is not biased, even ready to risk being criticized, perhaps for no reason, just for the heck of it, then you realize that what you wrote really believe .
And if after reading it you realize it is really nice, you've been lucky because someone decided to get a gift so unexpected, I almost know you envious because you wanted too give your writing a bit around you know. And that is a great way to get to know, give your writing around a bit. But most of all, you're jealous because you would also, wanted to write a book so good.
Light, exciting, simple. The story of Paolo and Francesca of our times, a love story like many others, among so many love stories. Only this more true it seems.
That is true. He speaks the language that you speak and you listen to every day, with nothing built for strength.
A story that knows how to be funny, a book sliding, but also a love story that not only speaks of a love story. It 's a piece of life of children in their thirties who live the everyday life. A piece of life that you love to read, listen, live, spy.
Set in Rome at the end of a millennium is a debut that offers moments of pure escapism. And to be a debut bodes well for the works second, third, fourth, etc..
I would recommend a little bit at all, because the force of a book is not just the plot or the characters' faces, nor necessarily the complexity.
A book to be read only becomes beautiful when you're kidnapped and you forget you're just reading a book.
Special thanks go to then why Fabio Ricci welcome gift.
When a book is recommended you always think that is the expectation that creates disappointment, so you trust only those who know have similar tastes to yours. When you are given a book you put it there in the drawer, knowing that sooner or later force you to read , because the day will come when the person who gave it to you will ask: "you like it? "and will always be too soon, to the idea that you were made of when you would read. Usually" sooner or later ", in fact.
But when someone gives it to you without know, just for the pleasure of sharing his work with someone who is not biased, even ready to risk being criticized, perhaps for no reason, just for the heck of it, then you realize that what you wrote really believe .
And if after reading it you realize it is really nice, you've been lucky because someone decided to get a gift so unexpected, I almost know you envious because you wanted too give your writing a bit around you know. And that is a great way to get to know, give your writing around a bit. But most of all, you're jealous because you would also, wanted to write a book so good.
Light, exciting, simple. The story of Paolo and Francesca of our times, a love story like many others, among so many love stories. Only this more true it seems.
That is true. He speaks the language that you speak and you listen to every day, with nothing built for strength.
A story that knows how to be funny, a book sliding, but also a love story that not only speaks of a love story. It 's a piece of life of children in their thirties who live the everyday life. A piece of life that you love to read, listen, live, spy.
Set in Rome at the end of a millennium is a debut that offers moments of pure escapism. And to be a debut bodes well for the works second, third, fourth, etc..
I would recommend a little bit at all, because the force of a book is not just the plot or the characters' faces, nor necessarily the complexity.
A book to be read only becomes beautiful when you're kidnapped and you forget you're just reading a book.
Special thanks go to then why Fabio Ricci welcome gift.
Tuesday, June 5, 2007
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COMPETITION FOR ACTORS AND AUTHORS
The first-Serial Movie, born to the Internet, whose history will come to life thanks to the active participation of the users who will have the opportunity to participate as an actor, author, or both.
Since May 28, every 15 days, will be put online a track done by writers, for a total of 7 tracks.
are then derived from these 14 episodes about 3 minutes of video that will form the Movie Serial.
Read more here 
New competition for actors and authors announced by Nokia.
The first-Serial Movie, born to the Internet, whose history will come to life thanks to the active participation of the users who will have the opportunity to participate as an actor, author, or both.
Since May 28, every 15 days, will be put online a track done by writers, for a total of 7 tracks.
are then derived from these 14 episodes about 3 minutes of video that will form the Movie Serial.
Read more here
Friday, May 11, 2007
Playing Soul Silver On A Mac
RENAULT GEORGE CLONE PARTY, social life and Bluetooth compatible
Friday evening, May 4, Renault launched the New Twingo in Rome, the "Space twentieth century."
I, thanks to an invitation, I went. A bit of curiosity for a little pleasure to see former colleagues and friends I had not seen for some time.
The evening was full of VIPs and people of Rome, well, there were, among others, Giorgia Palmas, Nicola Savino, Aida Yespica and Matteo Ferrari.
The evening also presented the first copy of New Twingo in Vaporidis Nicolas, I remember the actor's Night Before the Exams 1 and 2? It was him.
Oh well, if someone does not you remember.
During the evening there were 4 Totem Bluetooth, set up by Dlite , from which guests were able to pass on their mobile phones promotional videos and photos of the new car design.
The evening was well organized and has been a pleasure to see old friends, I hope there will be other opportunities soon.
Thanks again for the invitation, the next
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TELEinCOM
"XXXXX Telecom Italy are good evening how can I help you?"
"Good evening, I have a fault on the phone home, call me, and rings free but I have everything off, I feel nothing "
" Hmm ... wait a minute that happens - pause a few minutes - here I am, I checked it, there was an internal malfunction, we had a problem with a drive in his area "
" I understand, then the fault is up to you, not from my phone? "
" Yes, it is our fault, we apologize "
'Great, when it repaired?"
"SURELY before Saturday afternoon "
" Saturday afternoon? But it's Thursday, and I do that until tomorrow? "
" Oh, I know, I'm so sorry. (Trying to be conciliatory because she knows that is going to give me the blow) Consider, however, that Saturday afternoon 16.00/16.30 off to the engineers, so if you do not finish on time, the problem may of course ... let's hope not ... (Obviously TELL ME!) until a Monday-Tuesday "
" Monday-Tuesday? ?? But he's kidding? "
" No "
" Excuse me but I have no phone until Tuesday? "
" Unfortunately, "
" Why, the fault is yours, and I leave us? Not repaired right away? "
" He's right, I'm sorry "(according to me is enjoying a bit)
" Okay, thank you, then this weekend I pray and wait "
" Good evening "
click
"XXXXX Telecom Italy are good evening how can I help you?"
"Good evening, I have a fault on the phone home, call me, and rings free but I have everything off, I feel nothing "
" Hmm ... wait a minute that happens - pause a few minutes - here I am, I checked it, there was an internal malfunction, we had a problem with a drive in his area "
" I understand, then the fault is up to you, not from my phone? "
" Yes, it is our fault, we apologize "
'Great, when it repaired?"
"SURELY before Saturday afternoon "
" Saturday afternoon? But it's Thursday, and I do that until tomorrow? "
" Oh, I know, I'm so sorry. (Trying to be conciliatory because she knows that is going to give me the blow) Consider, however, that Saturday afternoon 16.00/16.30 off to the engineers, so if you do not finish on time, the problem may of course ... let's hope not ... (Obviously TELL ME!) until a Monday-Tuesday "
" Monday-Tuesday? ?? But he's kidding? "
" No "
" Excuse me but I have no phone until Tuesday? "
" Unfortunately, "
" Why, the fault is yours, and I leave us? Not repaired right away? "
" He's right, I'm sorry "(according to me is enjoying a bit)
" Okay, thank you, then this weekend I pray and wait "
" Good evening "
click
WITHOUT WORDS 
Thursday, May 10, 2007
Wednesday, May 2, 2007
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FREEDOM' NO EMPLOYMENT OR EMPLOYMENT WITHOUT FREEDOM '?
Today is a day Special, I resigned my resignation.
Yes, I know, is not a poem, not a book or an idea or advice.
It 's a simple way out. An outburst staff. And not even very interesting.
But really, this blog is personal, it's mine, I read it just me and the few visits to testify that I have no expectations that users remain poorly, reading this letter.
So what's the harm?
After all are not born for this blog? For the desire of all staff to someone, to externalize their ideas to others? They are personal diaries and, as such, may have contained personal information, as in my case, or pieces worthy of a journalist stated, as in the case of many blogs that I usually read.
This morning I woke up with a mixture of emotions, the desire and curiosity to undertake this journey with no certainties, the regret for having reached this point without having done anything before, knowing that today there is no "job security" but certainly have a permanent contract, in addition to an agency that works in the field that you really love, you gave them certain advantages as well!
So why drop everything and change their lives without viable alternatives?
For the sake of proving to yourself and to others who are different? To scream loudly that in life there is always more? To check Alchemy Santiago as the treasure only to discover that there is next to you without you ever noticed?
This morning, while I delivered the letter, a colleague of mine (now ex-colleague) told me a phrase that has stayed with me in like a punch in the stomach, was the explanation for all the emotions I felt inside, the summary of my state of mind and because of the battle I had with me and gave me the inspiration for the title of this post.
"Remember that freedom without a job does not exist."
the first impression a phrase almost seems obvious, banal, who can be truly free without at least a bit 'of money to afford a trip, a pack of cigarettes or a book?
short, anything that makes our freedom at least a pleasant and disenchanted.
On reflection, however, was not the phrase but to destabilize the concept that expresses what makes us so sad and gloomy. Why
to be free must inevitably break free from the burden of dependence on something or someone?
And above all, because the independence from something (in this case from work) is seen by most as a burden lifted, as a "conditio sine qua non" to feel free?
I have often wondered if it was worth subject to the rules of social life just to be accepted by mass. Distorting almost to the suffering just to feel "normal", equal to others. The other people then?
course, wandering aimlessly and without goals is a thing that most immature courageous, especially for your "economic shortcomings" make up for your parents.
But then when we are truly free?
When we are accountable to no one but ourselves?
When we decide the rules and are prepared to pay on our skin for the wrong choices?
Or when, having done our part, maybe in the office, we relax and we are dedicated to our hobby and we enjoy a well deserved rest, or a trip? One evening at dinner
Luca Moretti TerraNullius said: "I made my contract with the life, work 6 hours a day, the rest of the time I am a free man."
Maybe Luke got before me the value and meaning of the word "freedom" and "social life", maybe just me that I have matured and now, what I call the malaise, it's just the "Peter Pan syndrome" which I have to fight.
So what? Who cares!
I do not know the answer to all these questions, I know is that today I feel free.
free to write this post, free to wake up late in the morning, free to enjoy the sun. But above all
free to believe that in life there always something more.
And I want to write this post, mainly to remind myself when I grow up ... 
Today is a day Special, I resigned my resignation.
Yes, I know, is not a poem, not a book or an idea or advice.
It 's a simple way out. An outburst staff. And not even very interesting.
But really, this blog is personal, it's mine, I read it just me and the few visits to testify that I have no expectations that users remain poorly, reading this letter.
So what's the harm?
After all are not born for this blog? For the desire of all staff to someone, to externalize their ideas to others? They are personal diaries and, as such, may have contained personal information, as in my case, or pieces worthy of a journalist stated, as in the case of many blogs that I usually read.
This morning I woke up with a mixture of emotions, the desire and curiosity to undertake this journey with no certainties, the regret for having reached this point without having done anything before, knowing that today there is no "job security" but certainly have a permanent contract, in addition to an agency that works in the field that you really love, you gave them certain advantages as well!
So why drop everything and change their lives without viable alternatives?
For the sake of proving to yourself and to others who are different? To scream loudly that in life there is always more? To check Alchemy Santiago as the treasure only to discover that there is next to you without you ever noticed?
This morning, while I delivered the letter, a colleague of mine (now ex-colleague) told me a phrase that has stayed with me in like a punch in the stomach, was the explanation for all the emotions I felt inside, the summary of my state of mind and because of the battle I had with me and gave me the inspiration for the title of this post.
"Remember that freedom without a job does not exist."
the first impression a phrase almost seems obvious, banal, who can be truly free without at least a bit 'of money to afford a trip, a pack of cigarettes or a book?
short, anything that makes our freedom at least a pleasant and disenchanted.
On reflection, however, was not the phrase but to destabilize the concept that expresses what makes us so sad and gloomy. Why
to be free must inevitably break free from the burden of dependence on something or someone?
And above all, because the independence from something (in this case from work) is seen by most as a burden lifted, as a "conditio sine qua non" to feel free?
I have often wondered if it was worth subject to the rules of social life just to be accepted by mass. Distorting almost to the suffering just to feel "normal", equal to others. The other people then?
course, wandering aimlessly and without goals is a thing that most immature courageous, especially for your "economic shortcomings" make up for your parents.
But then when we are truly free?
When we are accountable to no one but ourselves?
When we decide the rules and are prepared to pay on our skin for the wrong choices?
Or when, having done our part, maybe in the office, we relax and we are dedicated to our hobby and we enjoy a well deserved rest, or a trip? One evening at dinner
Luca Moretti TerraNullius said: "I made my contract with the life, work 6 hours a day, the rest of the time I am a free man."
Maybe Luke got before me the value and meaning of the word "freedom" and "social life", maybe just me that I have matured and now, what I call the malaise, it's just the "Peter Pan syndrome" which I have to fight.
So what? Who cares!
I do not know the answer to all these questions, I know is that today I feel free.
free to write this post, free to wake up late in the morning, free to enjoy the sun. But above all
free to believe that in life there always something more.
And I want to write this post, mainly to remind myself when I grow up ...
Thursday, April 26, 2007
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Hit In Head Bleeding From Ear
The Roar of the Purple Cow - Seth Godin
Summary
Summary
The world has changed, but businesses are not appropriate and we can no longer rely on solutions, products and services of the past. Today you have to be extraordinary, extraordinarily innovative, motivated and genuine. But how? To illustrate this idea, Seth Godin has assembled a group of original and creative minds: a best-selling authors and personalities business as Malcolm Gladwell, Tom Peters, Mark Cuban, Guy Kawasaki and Tom Kelley, who reveal their secrets to be powerful in a lasting and sustainable.
Comment
of curiosity I read it, understand the marketing strategies of who is considered a guru of communication is certainly interesting, besides useful to understand the dynamics that are behind all stories brands that we see everywhere in our daily life.
This book, published in Italy by Sperlign & Kupfer Editori, however, is not only a guide for marketers, but a real Pocket motivator that pushes everyone to be more daring, to believe in its possibility and try to be special to stand out, even in life.
no coincidence that the subtitle is "It takes courage to stand out."
Friday, April 13, 2007
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A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius
History
It 's a cold winter one in which a middle class family of Chicago was swept away in a few months, with a dual, unacceptable loss. So Dave, twenty-two, to find himself one day to another to father and mother to the little Toph, just eight years. The world awaits the two of them and have no intention of doing so wait: Dave sells the family home, gets in his car and goes along with the little brother to the California sun, turning a devastating event in the beginning of a new life full of freedom ... Thus begins the story, imbued with tenderness, innocence, self-awareness and disarming megalomania, the story of a twenty year old now struggling with baby-sitting, pre-cooked dinners, MTV, and the digital revolution. "A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius" is an unexpected and compelling book, but it is also exploring the new frontieredella soprattuttoun'affascinante and contemporary literature.
Comment
Dave Eggers reminiscent Enrico Brizzi and Nicholas Ammanniti fused together, but still has a style all its own, very special. I really liked this book, a work is funny, engaging and real. There is a subtle irony with which he faces the challenges of life that makes the hero an anti-hero, so easy to sympathize from the first page.
A reading that I recommend to everyone.
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The history
Girls Dress Onyx, or whatever the latest brand in terms of body, speak of Avant, of Marsan and fashions of the last minute. The two guys running with their scooters, or with "Vitarino" or better with the BMW long, perhaps frigate to his dad. The girls are preparing to meet the boy of their lives. The guys challenge each other in tests of physical endurance, speed, risk. Until the last breath. Against the backdrop of a hectic life of the clan, band (the legendary group of Budokan: Schell, Chicken, Lucone), Step and Babi meet. Babi is an excellent student, Step (Tony) is a violent, thug, one who spends his afternoons in the plaza in front of the bar with friends or at the gym and in the evening on the bike or in the gambling den where you play billiards. Belong to two different worlds, but fall in love. It is not an easy relationship because neither gives way easily. Yet they are transformed. Babi seems beyond recognition in the eyes of parents. Step reveals little aspects that coincide with its image - painstakingly built - from superduro. In fact, muscle fitness and violence hiding an injury, an unresolved that casts a dark shadow on family life on the Step and tormented love story with Baby. "Three Steps Over Heaven" is a novel of daily lives. There is the boredom, fatigue, the banality of existence underground. There's the adrenaline, the drama of physical confrontation, the test of masculine strength. There is a universe that one part looks at the teenage romantic comedies and the other a portrait of youth in disarray as well as tell a Paolo Crepet.
Comment
First of two books on the history of Moccia two teenagers, young and complex Step and Babi, brilliant girl and mature, maybe sometimes too much for her age.
beginning is a bit slow, but once entered into the heart of the novel, the story takes hold and grows in an engaging, if often seems a bit too forced and the character of the protagonists do not exactly reflect the reality that surrounds us .
the backdrop of a modern-day Rome, a love story between two guys, totally different to how they react to the difficulties they encounter.
A tale of our times, which brings us back to the glories of an adolescence in which the fantastic dream of love was coveted by many. A write
light, unpretentious, but overall I liked it just for that feeling of illusion that has caused me and for moments of leisure he gave me.
Not a Best Seller, the classic "Book from under the umbrella on the beach."
Link: Three Steps Over Heaven 
The history
Girls Dress Onyx, or whatever the latest brand in terms of body, speak of Avant, of Marsan and fashions of the last minute. The two guys running with their scooters, or with "Vitarino" or better with the BMW long, perhaps frigate to his dad. The girls are preparing to meet the boy of their lives. The guys challenge each other in tests of physical endurance, speed, risk. Until the last breath. Against the backdrop of a hectic life of the clan, band (the legendary group of Budokan: Schell, Chicken, Lucone), Step and Babi meet. Babi is an excellent student, Step (Tony) is a violent, thug, one who spends his afternoons in the plaza in front of the bar with friends or at the gym and in the evening on the bike or in the gambling den where you play billiards. Belong to two different worlds, but fall in love. It is not an easy relationship because neither gives way easily. Yet they are transformed. Babi seems beyond recognition in the eyes of parents. Step reveals little aspects that coincide with its image - painstakingly built - from superduro. In fact, muscle fitness and violence hiding an injury, an unresolved that casts a dark shadow on family life on the Step and tormented love story with Baby. "Three Steps Over Heaven" is a novel of daily lives. There is the boredom, fatigue, the banality of existence underground. There's the adrenaline, the drama of physical confrontation, the test of masculine strength. There is a universe that one part looks at the teenage romantic comedies and the other a portrait of youth in disarray as well as tell a Paolo Crepet.
Comment
First of two books on the history of Moccia two teenagers, young and complex Step and Babi, brilliant girl and mature, maybe sometimes too much for her age.
beginning is a bit slow, but once entered into the heart of the novel, the story takes hold and grows in an engaging, if often seems a bit too forced and the character of the protagonists do not exactly reflect the reality that surrounds us .
the backdrop of a modern-day Rome, a love story between two guys, totally different to how they react to the difficulties they encounter.
A tale of our times, which brings us back to the glories of an adolescence in which the fantastic dream of love was coveted by many. A write
light, unpretentious, but overall I liked it just for that feeling of illusion that has caused me and for moments of leisure he gave me.
Not a Best Seller, the classic "Book from under the umbrella on the beach."
Link: Three Steps Over Heaven
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The history
We had left with a question: will I ever go back there, where only lovers live, three meters above the sky? And the answers are coming. Here comes the highly anticipated sequel to "Three Steps Over Heaven". Why no story never really ends. And sometimes it turns into what you never could have imagined. Step started and is coming back. You are about to discover that nothing is ever the same as you left it. Or rather, how it was remembered. So everything changes and reveals his true face. Step on his motorcycle through the streets of Rome, found the band of the Budokan, grown and perhaps different. Schell, Lucone and others, rebellious but always a bit 'more aware of the signs in the pain leaves, even before the skin. Babi also find the answers. Step learns that not always, in love, we know what we really want. Even when there seems to be safe. We will discover that respectability is only the futile attempt to make perfect what is not, that can not be in any way. I understand the family on her skin Gervasi. We also found that the relationship between a child and stopped his mother may hold unexpected twists. And if it explodes and does not go as it should, there is always room for a smile and start again. Federico Moccia back with his direct style and intense show like this is always intertwined with the past, before becoming future. A future is not discounted. Why not love it ever.
Comment
The second (but I do not think last) in the saga of Step, complex and violent character of "Three Steps Over Heaven".
In this second episode the author seems to have made the most of the comments on the first book and gives us a slightly more mature, without too many citations of brands and products (honestly too much power in the first) and a new character, Gin, nice girl and true protagonist of the story.
not matter that she is "too much" to be true, because the character that comes out is funny and irreverent, and has been for me the best part of the novel.
Compared to the first book come to light more nuances of the characters and the plot is smoother from the start.
Finally a bit obvious but a good product overall.
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thing called LOVE
History
Niki and her friends are in their last year of school. Despite the maturity they have combined all the colors of each day. Parades, parties, raves and all possible events outside Rome. Alex is a "boy" of almost thirty-seven. He just left for no real reason and with his longtime girlfriend. A world revolves around him enjoyable and complicated: his parents, his sisters married and have children and then his three friends Henry, Flavio and Peter, they also all already married, but each with its own characteristics. Henry is jealous, Flavio methodical, but Peter is obsessed with women all over the world. Alex is an advertising and has great responsibility in his company. But it just got a young rampant that threatens his job. And all this would be nothing if not met that morning Alex Niki. Or rather, if the two do not clash. Niki is a beautiful girl, it's fun, is intelligent, witty, and cheerful. There is only one small detail. He was seventeen. Twenty years younger than Alex. And after the meeting that morning, nothing will ever be. The adult world collides with that of adolescents. And here's mothers and daughters in an ongoing discussion, dad and kids are still young boys who are already too old. Still dreaming girls, girls disappointed, romantic girls and boys too crazy. And instead of adults who have put aside all their dreams and live, or survive better, not daring to stop and think. This novel is the desire to regain their freedom, the desire to have true feelings of love free from conventions and without much reason. It is the everyday life but is also the dream. It's enough to want to say that tomorrow that we tell ourselves every day, in which we are always confident that we will do something special. But meanwhile the days go by, and that tomorrow never came. There is no trace of him. So here is our escape, the most beautiful, craziest, most insane. A romantic getaway. And then that lighthouse. In short, a dive where the water is bluer. Nothing more.
Comment 
History
Niki and her friends are in their last year of school. Despite the maturity they have combined all the colors of each day. Parades, parties, raves and all possible events outside Rome. Alex is a "boy" of almost thirty-seven. He just left for no real reason and with his longtime girlfriend. A world revolves around him enjoyable and complicated: his parents, his sisters married and have children and then his three friends Henry, Flavio and Peter, they also all already married, but each with its own characteristics. Henry is jealous, Flavio methodical, but Peter is obsessed with women all over the world. Alex is an advertising and has great responsibility in his company. But it just got a young rampant that threatens his job. And all this would be nothing if not met that morning Alex Niki. Or rather, if the two do not clash. Niki is a beautiful girl, it's fun, is intelligent, witty, and cheerful. There is only one small detail. He was seventeen. Twenty years younger than Alex. And after the meeting that morning, nothing will ever be. The adult world collides with that of adolescents. And here's mothers and daughters in an ongoing discussion, dad and kids are still young boys who are already too old. Still dreaming girls, girls disappointed, romantic girls and boys too crazy. And instead of adults who have put aside all their dreams and live, or survive better, not daring to stop and think. This novel is the desire to regain their freedom, the desire to have true feelings of love free from conventions and without much reason. It is the everyday life but is also the dream. It's enough to want to say that tomorrow that we tell ourselves every day, in which we are always confident that we will do something special. But meanwhile the days go by, and that tomorrow never came. There is no trace of him. So here is our escape, the most beautiful, craziest, most insane. A romantic getaway. And then that lighthouse. In short, a dive where the water is bluer. Nothing more.
Comment
Another love story told by Federico Moccia, this time a thirty-seven players advertising, Alex and a teenage girl of seventeen, Niki. Honestly
of the three is what I liked least, perhaps a little too obvious.
The author attempts to contextualize this history, entering the world of the more than thirty (almost forty now), dealing with the discomfort of those who finds himself no longer a teenager but still with many questions about the future.
along the lines of the movie the last kiss, this novel follows the story of a little too much I want you, especially in the final.
a good idea to try to take a target readership slightly wider than the first two but not entirely successful.
Sometimes the story seems a little too forced, even if sliding.
Like other novels by the author also I think this is a good read "from under the umbrella on the beach."
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Luca Moretti - a talent emerging
It's right there on the left, either for or against, I copy here
a story written by someone who I think is one of the best talents of the moment, Luca Moretti written on TerraNullius , free writing workshop at source, as they like to be called.
IN DEATH OF GAETANO Alimonda - Luca Moretti
July 20 I was not there. I was elsewhere. I had decided not to be there. I still had not thought about that on July 20 that the already stretched Gustav three blows. We
July 20 made us smile, we were too busy trying to feed our monkeys. At Gustav then, on 20 July did not matter just too many guards, too many people, too many limitations.
We took the train that his eyes were already set for some time, smart covered small teddy bears unarmed man in the heat of Rome, the Gustav made a pair before you get to the train station, just a couple to enjoy.
the station everything was silent, I had two plates that pressed for an indefinite point on my temples, strong and pain-free, caustic soda, a silence of cotton wool. The Gustav lurched on their legs, tap the name of love, he tripped on the second step, we were in and Alexia had not utter a word. The train departed with the usual line up to go pee, Gustav closed in giving the big pull, I looked at Alex, she did not speak, he was asleep.
July 20 I was not there too many containers, too many screams and posters, little freedom of expression, a colorful crowd of idiots. On July 20 I went through other paths, other protests, July 20 shouted to the world my foreignness masturbating the brain with plastic carousels. Alexia asleep Gustav while occupying the bathroom for the third time, was a sedentary, people had understood it, there was more chance. Tiravamo it was a pleasure, the night passed, I swore to myself that it was the last and the stars accompanied an indescribable peace.
July 20 I was not there, I closed the bathroom with Gustav in Ventimiglia. I waited for the first minute of this new day and I thought of Alex, its tomorrow, what would have been. I pulled and I did some good promises, building skyscrapers of sand, looked at the Gustav and I thought the tap dancing, her legs jointed at its July 20. The Gustav was a teacher, had falsified the train tickets, the Milan-Rome-Berlin had become Lugano, unrolled the bag with his hands long and sharp, it places the content on the shelf in the bathroom, lay with dovizia.Il Gustav was not error.
July 20 I was not there, I had spent the night to pull and did not exchange words with Alexia, my trip had been silent, silent with her, silent with the controller, mute with Gustav, but with him it was expressed with gestures. On July 20th I thought Shelly, imagine lying in the balcony, suffocated by the heat of summer, I asked her not to die ever. The night had grown cold, small droplets of sweat on his neck and got stuck, undecided on the path to follow, pushing the bones cracking nerves. The night had grown cold, Gustav Alexia had stopped dancing and had opened his eyes.
July 20 I was not there, many friends had taken a different path from mine, but I do not, I had refused the pile, I would have never cheated, I had a pit bull on the balcony, a long tattoo on his arm still Alexia and to finish that sooner or later she would wake. I did not believe in those carousels, to those people who always tells a story written by another hand, I wrote my poem and let the crumbs of their slogan. My July 20 was full of dust and chemicals, was looking for the disorder, not to rebuild destroyed, just destroyed, it was a revolution masturbated with it did not want to create a better world and a bright future, with it you just wanted to forget, disorganize, disorient. On the morning hit the glass hard and we did not sleep a wink, travel safely to our July 20, nobody could stop. Alexia sighed.
July 20 I was not there, I had achieved the biggest rave in Europe with a forged ticket of the FS, I was immersed in the foam and the German beer in the smog of the wagons. July 20 I cried my protest with a whistle in his mouth. Still had not arrived by lunchtime I had already swallowed enough, the music rose in intensity and boundaries of the place they left, I lost orientation, Alexia had disappeared.
July 20 I was not there.
impaled under a poplar tree, trying to get back to reality, I turned away without a city map guide. I July 20 I had lost, the Gustav was going to tap dance with his friends, Alex was gone and the music gone mad. I vomited a long time, trying to spit out all the disorder, the revolution began to feel sick, my head spinning hard. I thought of Alex, its silences and the tap of Gustav, all that I had failed to tell him, pondered the great disorder, the disorder that had also brought in his life, I began to understand the reason for his disappearance. I was alone.
July 20 I was not there, probably even the next day, but who cares. The sun was high and I always under that poplar. A newspaper under my feet. The party was over, there was no one, the traffic had started to flow a thousand garbage. The silence bothered me. Leafing through the paper to relax the nerves, I looked at the first page, a thin boy on the ground, his face covered with a hood, immersed in a pool of blood.
The party was over.
July 20 I was not there, you are, but this makes little difference, the party is over everywhere. 
It's right there on the left, either for or against, I copy here
a story written by someone who I think is one of the best talents of the moment, Luca Moretti written on TerraNullius , free writing workshop at source, as they like to be called.
IN DEATH OF GAETANO Alimonda - Luca Moretti
July 20 I was not there. I was elsewhere. I had decided not to be there. I still had not thought about that on July 20 that the already stretched Gustav three blows. We
July 20 made us smile, we were too busy trying to feed our monkeys. At Gustav then, on 20 July did not matter just too many guards, too many people, too many limitations.
We took the train that his eyes were already set for some time, smart covered small teddy bears unarmed man in the heat of Rome, the Gustav made a pair before you get to the train station, just a couple to enjoy.
the station everything was silent, I had two plates that pressed for an indefinite point on my temples, strong and pain-free, caustic soda, a silence of cotton wool. The Gustav lurched on their legs, tap the name of love, he tripped on the second step, we were in and Alexia had not utter a word. The train departed with the usual line up to go pee, Gustav closed in giving the big pull, I looked at Alex, she did not speak, he was asleep.
July 20 I was not there too many containers, too many screams and posters, little freedom of expression, a colorful crowd of idiots. On July 20 I went through other paths, other protests, July 20 shouted to the world my foreignness masturbating the brain with plastic carousels. Alexia asleep Gustav while occupying the bathroom for the third time, was a sedentary, people had understood it, there was more chance. Tiravamo it was a pleasure, the night passed, I swore to myself that it was the last and the stars accompanied an indescribable peace.
July 20 I was not there, I closed the bathroom with Gustav in Ventimiglia. I waited for the first minute of this new day and I thought of Alex, its tomorrow, what would have been. I pulled and I did some good promises, building skyscrapers of sand, looked at the Gustav and I thought the tap dancing, her legs jointed at its July 20. The Gustav was a teacher, had falsified the train tickets, the Milan-Rome-Berlin had become Lugano, unrolled the bag with his hands long and sharp, it places the content on the shelf in the bathroom, lay with dovizia.Il Gustav was not error.
July 20 I was not there, I had spent the night to pull and did not exchange words with Alexia, my trip had been silent, silent with her, silent with the controller, mute with Gustav, but with him it was expressed with gestures. On July 20th I thought Shelly, imagine lying in the balcony, suffocated by the heat of summer, I asked her not to die ever. The night had grown cold, small droplets of sweat on his neck and got stuck, undecided on the path to follow, pushing the bones cracking nerves. The night had grown cold, Gustav Alexia had stopped dancing and had opened his eyes.
July 20 I was not there, many friends had taken a different path from mine, but I do not, I had refused the pile, I would have never cheated, I had a pit bull on the balcony, a long tattoo on his arm still Alexia and to finish that sooner or later she would wake. I did not believe in those carousels, to those people who always tells a story written by another hand, I wrote my poem and let the crumbs of their slogan. My July 20 was full of dust and chemicals, was looking for the disorder, not to rebuild destroyed, just destroyed, it was a revolution masturbated with it did not want to create a better world and a bright future, with it you just wanted to forget, disorganize, disorient. On the morning hit the glass hard and we did not sleep a wink, travel safely to our July 20, nobody could stop. Alexia sighed.
July 20 I was not there, I had achieved the biggest rave in Europe with a forged ticket of the FS, I was immersed in the foam and the German beer in the smog of the wagons. July 20 I cried my protest with a whistle in his mouth. Still had not arrived by lunchtime I had already swallowed enough, the music rose in intensity and boundaries of the place they left, I lost orientation, Alexia had disappeared.
July 20 I was not there.
impaled under a poplar tree, trying to get back to reality, I turned away without a city map guide. I July 20 I had lost, the Gustav was going to tap dance with his friends, Alex was gone and the music gone mad. I vomited a long time, trying to spit out all the disorder, the revolution began to feel sick, my head spinning hard. I thought of Alex, its silences and the tap of Gustav, all that I had failed to tell him, pondered the great disorder, the disorder that had also brought in his life, I began to understand the reason for his disappearance. I was alone.
July 20 I was not there, probably even the next day, but who cares. The sun was high and I always under that poplar. A newspaper under my feet. The party was over, there was no one, the traffic had started to flow a thousand garbage. The silence bothered me. Leafing through the paper to relax the nerves, I looked at the first page, a thin boy on the ground, his face covered with a hood, immersed in a pool of blood.
The party was over.
July 20 I was not there, you are, but this makes little difference, the party is over everywhere.
Thursday, April 12, 2007
Stomach Pain Peeing A Lot
born "R for Robert" The Mobile Marketing
From February 19, 2007, a major on-line publishing project: www.errecomeroma.it
From February 19, 2007, a major on-line publishing project: www.errecomeroma.it
Powered by Dlite on the company's R360, the magazine dedicated multimedia cultural events in the capital will be divided into four broad areas: film, theater, music and art.
The important news is that the magazine was designed not only to provide detailed information on what happens in Rome, but also to provide interactive communication with readers. An innovative solution therefore, able to break with the traditional idea of \u200b\u200bpublishing "one-to-many" to take place in collaboration with the famous scambio.Oltre (F. Venditti, G. Izzo, etc) are in fact users through a series of multi-channel technologies (blogs, forums, newsletter) to help readers guidance on socio-cultural capital. If so the goal is to give Rome a Agora, a virtual space for the cultural community, the medium must be a professionally designed site, such as that created by Dlite .
link Dlite ; www.errecomeroma.it ; Dlite blog
The important news is that the magazine was designed not only to provide detailed information on what happens in Rome, but also to provide interactive communication with readers. An innovative solution therefore, able to break with the traditional idea of \u200b\u200bpublishing "one-to-many" to take place in collaboration with the famous scambio.Oltre (F. Venditti, G. Izzo, etc) are in fact users through a series of multi-channel technologies (blogs, forums, newsletter) to help readers guidance on socio-cultural capital. If so the goal is to give Rome a Agora, a virtual space for the cultural community, the medium must be a professionally designed site, such as that created by Dlite .
link Dlite ; www.errecomeroma.it ; Dlite blog
How To Build A Simple Desk
arrives at Dubai International Boat Show
A wave of enthusiasm is accompanying the distribution of promotional solutions that take advantage of Bluetooth technology and Dlite remained among the most active agents in the field.
Another successful project was carried out at a major trade event, the "Dubai International Boat show now in its fifteenth edition with a pool of 38 countries represented and about 23 000 visitors from 77 countries.
The Dlite has dealt with a project to support the marketing activities of proximity communication system by placing the D : Cube in the exhibition space for the delivery of content and information.
The attractiveness of the solution immediately gained the attention of visitors, helping to spread the image of the fair and allowing Dlite to strengthen its market presence of mobile marketing.
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
Opalescence Teeth Whitening How Long To Leave In
THE Hangman - IMMA TURBAU
History
Adolescence is a time when the dolls and toys give way to the skin, feelings, the wounds of the heart and the flights of the mind. The story of David and Sandra brings this truth, but also has a terrible secret, a key that will be delivered only in the last pages. two children become adults, they can not be said to love, and tenderness are attributes only when they play, scribbling, to exchange pieces of paper with the hangman game. Because the heart is warm and full of unspoken words, but the manners are rough and blunt: this is the life of the barrio, the streets of a town English has always been where everybody knows everybody, without any introduction, and all the others are not, the others are out, I'm forasters. But inside there is all good, and all the evil that can bring love, love that one that promises to be an angel, and forever changed the course of life. Among the friends, the feelings and loves of our past there is always someone who has done it. There are those who sold and gone before they mate, her husband, the father of a lifetime. What makes us adults? The loss of innocence, or the tenacity with which we struggle not to destroy it, that innocence for a moment that made us feel real, and live? One thing is certain: the barrio, one day, something terrible has happened and unspeakable, and the two guys who have chosen to keep the secret to save their love will remain forever linked.
Comment
A book that can be understood easily, sliding and certainly emotional.
hard not to sympathize with the heroine Sandra, strong and determined character, but with moments of weakness and naiveté typical of the age.
The finish is a little obvious, but the atmosphere created from the very first page makes you want to discover the secrets of history to the end.
E 'was compared to three meters above the sky Moccia but I think they have in common only the difficult relationship between parents and children, too often undermined by silences and misunderstandings.
Pleasant
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