Cheque Ceremony Program

Pizza stuffed with lemon and Estathè

What do I write? Although it is late? Okay, I write. Cathartic process. The match saw us
disadvantaged than the more optimistic assessments: we fall behind in our group, them, "Optics Hawk" team CalcioLiguria historic circuit and for years one of the best teams in the region. But in the end the games are played and the ball - Experts say - is round. So giochiamola this game.
A look at our training, which sees the debut of the defense on the left wildcard Diego, as the time and day of the game has many of the difficulties in pink.

Kick-off. Now they see these things circus, trading speed, and both played in the first movement. The number 11, number 4 and number 14 make us go crazy, but fortunately their aim is not the best in the early stages and held on 0-0, no, we are well ahead! Corner for us, short of the speaker refused to downtown area and our captain confirms the rightness of the bottom of the bag. Not bad, even if we know, the game is long and these are really strong ... but strong-strong!
said than done, 14 from the center, and diverges on the left heel with half the number 11 is back, so much technique and physical strength, that peak does not make me see the ball, unless it is already at the bottom lot. Back in, but it's like to be 0-0, no?
Yes and no. In the sense that the Sparrowhawk begins to rage, and gets a free kick ten feet from the edge: I have no choice, I take off a defender from our "Maginot Line" to put three in the barrier, with the outer, Danilo, called to break away at the first touch of the opponents.
Now, the physics here - if I had never happen since since high school - maybe I would help ... Why in the trap pulled the number 14, half neck, slips between the second and the third man of my barrier, changing com-ple-men-ta-te direction: I on the right, the ball on the opposite corner ... Needless to say, we still have some 'bad these cases, almost helpless in the face of such Marple calcium seven.
Two to one for them, not sprawled like is, and keep the point in hopes of greener pastures behind the hill ... We stop at the post, unfortunately, in the sense that a lash of our Danilo you print directly on mast, a goalkeeper beaten. Of course if you put even the bad luck!
ends the first time, to be honest I thought it fly: we talk in mid-field, each one repeats to himself and to others that yes, these are phenomena, but to make the sacrifices it is never the case.
And again.
The balance is there, change our attitude as Diego leaves room for "tough," literally run up the middle of the first fraction. In practice we lose containment on the left but assured a bit 'more depth and that much needed support to our tip, good Pino, who is left in the second half by taking a little nervous' too many times, even blaming the referee ( instead, I think, not directed at all bad). Before the first action and excitement, we lose a ball on the stupid Our trocar and their ubiquitous number 11 starts a torpedo-to-air, which fortunately is lost in the stratosphere. It is to suffer, we keep but we can not break through, while they, when they pass by my side, seem always in a position to pull rabbits out the hat, but also rabbits, ducks, and the two leocorni, missing in action for many years, the famous song says.
End of proof of remittance of the Hawk fast action, the ball moves from right to left, and the number 14 makes three, diagonally, after burning the marking of our captain.
bad.
Let's face it, here I am - and maybe not just me - I thought it was over. Risk taking The fourth goal thanks again (or because, depending on your point of view) the award-winning company 4-11-14, but the latter answered the call later, and their low cross goes out to the side. Better that way.
Time passes and you get to five minutes from the end, when it lasts from the left and the ball sticks to the foot (I am honest, I am the door - vocal as ever - the screaming to download on a companion) and a lightning triangulation Pine can be found with our front doors, two to three! So let us try, heck!
The Hawk is not dead at all: first the number 11 warms my patented split Garelliana, then two punishments insidious nock on the thighs of our captain and first in the palm of my glove But then ... for the remainder of the field is Atletico-Petone-Country. The forcing is constant, they rely on back passes to the goalkeeper and following long delays, to tease them out of the vein. But there is more: Lillo, and Simo first then the center is an anti-pass-and precious are the folds of our midfielders and keeps the ball in the game. And 'good goalkeeper in their first release on Pino low, but in the first two minutes of recovery is no corner for us, and Dura lights: dry on the first post, when everyone was expecting the lob to the center. A defender deflects the worst possible way, and the ball bag! Three to three! Shouts of joy, I think already in extra time, we're almost there.
Ball the center, the referee announced the end of thirty seconds, the ball to them. We do not know how, but they still manage to arrive in our area, while Diego left again placed at the center of defense Lillo. Number 14 insists and tries the shot but now the fuel warning light was on for too many minutes, and the ball goes off to the side. A fast exchange with the Teo meal as in the days of Alberto and Facchetti in Mexico '70, and my reference comes the final whistle. Other
that additional you go to penalties!
I go by the referee and tell him jokingly that lacked only RaiTre tonight, because here there was material for an entire episode of "Challenges". It was not joking at all!

Needless to say, are always been crap in the shootout. But the satisfaction of a striking result as it gives us the conviction and the desire to play, and now I am infected ... almost in a whisper, while I get back the gloves and Pino is to say a few words of comfort, out of my mouth the phrase "I'll take you to the quarter ...", and believe me, I believe, I believe.

They beat them first, good for us. In front of me their Marc Lenders, the number 11. I do not think you have no chance, but the game is really worth the candle. My body feint before plunging to the left but the shot is aimed not at an angle, the interception, but his elbow is not able to stop the ball, I turn and smanaccio, but too late, the ball is inside. I would have eaten his hands, especially because our captain picks up the ball, they are easy prey for my neighbor across the links.
first penalty: Hawk 1 - 0 Petone
According rigor: Hawk 2 - 1 Petone
Third rigor: the adversary waits until the last moment and sees the direction of my dive, with the ball centrally. Hawk 3 - 2 Petone
rigor Fourth: get the number 14 ... This time, spread his arms, pulling him dry, but central, and I no longer helmet. Urlaccio parade and liberating. Hawk 3 - Petone 3 ... and again!
fifth discipline: Hawk 4 - 4 Petone
sixth penalty, you enter the turn to the bitter end ... I sense and feel in the bottom right, but the shot is dry and my SD is not enough, the ball is! Fortunately Simo slams under seven, a siphon unprecedented. 5-5
But with the sixth penalty end players: goalkeepers in touch! I turn to their goalkeeper, I smile and say "Can we play us." He goes on the disc and throws a penalty fine, dry and low. No need to guess, now they are in the lead and the ball weighs on me like a boulder. Everyone knows that I have two feet that are sent to hell with each other, and a penalty kick is not really one of my best ambitions. Patience, it takes a calm and cool. I tell myself to kick-up to keep it low, and not to move too much the body before the shot ... Being left-handed, and not able to cross, I would give the goalkeeper a benefit too large. The referee blows his whistle, and look at the ball delivery, straight to the disk. Porter left! Ball to the right, low. Inside, in fact. Equal 6!

I wanted the world to stop, a voice told me where to dive, where to parry the shot. Unfortunately, maybe because I'm an atheist, either because this is not a world that is listening to the 28-year old goalkeeper has-been like me, number 11 on the disc and pulls back a cannon shot low to the right. Meanwhile I was left to butterflies. But Teo is not wrong this time. 7-7
Once again I can not cover myself with glory, and their mark. Go to the diskette
Danilo, who rolls a penalty very similar to the first wrong with our captain. Unfortunately, the goalkeeper makes a dive very similar. 8-7, in total will be published tomorrow in the Internet is proving to be a mockery, what incredible

Liguria League - Preliminary Round
Optics Hawk - Atletico Petone 11-10 dcr

Of course, the bitter taste a victory was so close to us all.
But the smiles, the genuine satisfaction to have forced overtime with an education as the Hawk without a doubt the best team he faced to date, could not but make us feel good. And then there is plenty of room for smiles, pats on the back, proclamations (and here I'll put in the foreground) for the next commitment in the league, in pursuit of a salvation that is still very far away.
All of this, a mixture of excitement, a tingling in his stomach who are still struggling to get away, despite more than four hours have passed since the end of the game ...
... It greets the boys, and go down Via Cornigliano for a small pizza with mushrooms and a ubiquitous Estathè Lemon, and then off at home ... But which house?!? Who wants to go home in that state of joyful excitement! You go to Italy
course, and I find myself walking into a trail, including the wind, her hair - without gel after a shower - you autocotonano as my usual, and here that "It is 100%" is transformed instantly the illegitimate son of Tony Little. Milling
feet, with waves to be my soundtrack, I think obviously to them, to those penalties, and that if I dive late in the third round of jokes, perhaps I would have crashed on me seee ... oh well, if I had the wheels, I'd be a wagon, and cart!

Eventually the clock reads 1:33 am, I still have exercises to do before you doze off German, not to mention that you work tomorrow! And then I close by thanking

Lillo, Simo, Pino, Daniel, Diego, Dura, the three Tigre unfortunately absent, and Gian Luca, and close with Teo, because if that May evening, in Via Ungaretti after a resounding 4-0 a four-summer, I had proposed to defend the port this year, Petone, trivial or had tacked on another goalkeeper who often played with us at that time (but very, very much better than me, however), I would not live here in these great emotions .
It is not football, not this round object that turns, turns, and you never know where it goes: it is the Passion.
The passion that unites these 10 bold players today.
The passion that has always marked the important things in my life that were the theater, and now the first Multedo Petone, wrestling or rare emotional ties - "Few and Far Between" Anglophones would say - and I have really believed. A

beautiful night to share with everyone that I care. Tomorrow the link to this post will do a good lap, because I wanted that so many important people were there with me, to live it ... But maybe there was, in fact.

soon!

Cheque Ceremony Program

Pizza stuffed with lemon and Estathè

What do I write? Although it is late? Okay, I write. Cathartic process. The match saw us
disadvantaged than the more optimistic assessments: we fall behind in our group, them, "Optics Hawk" team CalcioLiguria historic circuit and for years one of the best teams in the region. But in the end the games are played and the ball - Experts say - is round. So giochiamola this game.
A look at our training, which sees the debut of the defense on the left wildcard Diego, as the time and day of the game has many of the difficulties in pink.

Kick-off. Now they see these things circus, trading speed, and both played in the first movement. The number 11, number 4 and number 14 make us go crazy, but fortunately their aim is not the best in the early stages and held on 0-0, no, we are well ahead! Corner for us, short of the speaker refused to downtown area and our captain confirms the rightness of the bottom of the bag. Not bad, even if we know, the game is long and these are really strong ... but strong-strong!
said than done, 14 from the center, and diverges on the left heel with half the number 11 is back, so much technique and physical strength, that peak does not make me see the ball, unless it is already at the bottom lot. Back in, but it's like to be 0-0, no?
Yes and no. In the sense that the Sparrowhawk begins to rage, and gets a free kick ten feet from the edge: I have no choice, I take off a defender from our "Maginot Line" to put three in the barrier, with the outer, Danilo, called to break away at the first touch of the opponents.
Now, the physics here - if I had never happen since since high school - maybe I would help ... Why in the trap pulled the number 14, half neck, slips between the second and the third man of my barrier, changing com-ple-men-ta-te direction: I on the right, the ball on the opposite corner ... Needless to say, we still have some 'bad these cases, almost helpless in the face of such Marple calcium seven.
Two to one for them, not sprawled like is, and keep the point in hopes of greener pastures behind the hill ... We stop at the post, unfortunately, in the sense that a lash of our Danilo you print directly on mast, a goalkeeper beaten. Of course if you put even the bad luck!
ends the first time, to be honest I thought it fly: we talk in mid-field, each one repeats to himself and to others that yes, these are phenomena, but to make the sacrifices it is never the case.
And again.
The balance is there, change our attitude as Diego leaves room for "tough," literally run up the middle of the first fraction. In practice we lose containment on the left but assured a bit 'more depth and that much needed support to our tip, good Pino, who is left in the second half by taking a little nervous' too many times, even blaming the referee ( instead, I think, not directed at all bad). Before the first action and excitement, we lose a ball on the stupid Our trocar and their ubiquitous number 11 starts a torpedo-to-air, which fortunately is lost in the stratosphere. It is to suffer, we keep but we can not break through, while they, when they pass by my side, seem always in a position to pull rabbits out the hat, but also rabbits, ducks, and the two leocorni, missing in action for many years, the famous song says.
End of proof of remittance of the Hawk fast action, the ball moves from right to left, and the number 14 makes three, diagonally, after burning the marking of our captain.
bad.
Let's face it, here I am - and maybe not just me - I thought it was over. Risk taking The fourth goal thanks again (or because, depending on your point of view) the award-winning company 4-11-14, but the latter answered the call later, and their low cross goes out to the side. Better that way.
Time passes and you get to five minutes from the end, when it lasts from the left and the ball sticks to the foot (I am honest, I am the door - vocal as ever - the screaming to download on a companion) and a lightning triangulation Pine can be found with our front doors, two to three! So let us try, heck!
The Hawk is not dead at all: first the number 11 warms my patented split Garelliana, then two punishments insidious nock on the thighs of our captain and first in the palm of my glove But then ... for the remainder of the field is Atletico-Petone-Country. The forcing is constant, they rely on back passes to the goalkeeper and following long delays, to tease them out of the vein. But there is more: Lillo, and Simo first then the center is an anti-pass-and precious are the folds of our midfielders and keeps the ball in the game. And 'good goalkeeper in their first release on Pino low, but in the first two minutes of recovery is no corner for us, and Dura lights: dry on the first post, when everyone was expecting the lob to the center. A defender deflects the worst possible way, and the ball bag! Three to three! Shouts of joy, I think already in extra time, we're almost there.
Ball the center, the referee announced the end of thirty seconds, the ball to them. We do not know how, but they still manage to arrive in our area, while Diego left again placed at the center of defense Lillo. Number 14 insists and tries the shot but now the fuel warning light was on for too many minutes, and the ball goes off to the side. A fast exchange with the Teo meal as in the days of Alberto and Facchetti in Mexico '70, and my reference comes the final whistle. Other
that additional you go to penalties!
I go by the referee and tell him jokingly that lacked only RaiTre tonight, because here there was material for an entire episode of "Challenges". It was not joking at all!

Needless to say, are always been crap in the shootout. But the satisfaction of a striking result as it gives us the conviction and the desire to play, and now I am infected ... almost in a whisper, while I get back the gloves and Pino is to say a few words of comfort, out of my mouth the phrase "I'll take you to the quarter ...", and believe me, I believe, I believe.

They beat them first, good for us. In front of me their Marc Lenders, the number 11. I do not think you have no chance, but the game is really worth the candle. My body feint before plunging to the left but the shot is aimed not at an angle, the interception, but his elbow is not able to stop the ball, I turn and smanaccio, but too late, the ball is inside. I would have eaten his hands, especially because our captain picks up the ball, they are easy prey for my neighbor across the links.
first penalty: Hawk 1 - 0 Petone
According rigor: Hawk 2 - 1 Petone
Third rigor: the adversary waits until the last moment and sees the direction of my dive, with the ball centrally. Hawk 3 - 2 Petone
rigor Fourth: get the number 14 ... This time, spread his arms, pulling him dry, but central, and I no longer helmet. Urlaccio parade and liberating. Hawk 3 - Petone 3 ... and again!
fifth discipline: Hawk 4 - 4 Petone
sixth penalty, you enter the turn to the bitter end ... I sense and feel in the bottom right, but the shot is dry and my SD is not enough, the ball is! Fortunately Simo slams under seven, a siphon unprecedented. 5-5
But with the sixth penalty end players: goalkeepers in touch! I turn to their goalkeeper, I smile and say "Can we play us." He goes on the disc and throws a penalty fine, dry and low. No need to guess, now they are in the lead and the ball weighs on me like a boulder. Everyone knows that I have two feet that are sent to hell with each other, and a penalty kick is not really one of my best ambitions. Patience, it takes a calm and cool. I tell myself to kick-up to keep it low, and not to move too much the body before the shot ... Being left-handed, and not able to cross, I would give the goalkeeper a benefit too large. The referee blows his whistle, and look at the ball delivery, straight to the disk. Porter left! Ball to the right, low. Inside, in fact. Equal 6!

I wanted the world to stop, a voice told me where to dive, where to parry the shot. Unfortunately, maybe because I'm an atheist, either because this is not a world that is listening to the 28-year old goalkeeper has-been like me, number 11 on the disc and pulls back a cannon shot low to the right. Meanwhile I was left to butterflies. But Teo is not wrong this time. 7-7
Once again I can not cover myself with glory, and their mark. Go to the diskette
Danilo, who rolls a penalty very similar to the first wrong with our captain. Unfortunately, the goalkeeper makes a dive very similar. 8-7, in total will be published tomorrow in the Internet is proving to be a mockery, what incredible

Liguria League - Preliminary Round
Optics Hawk - Atletico Petone 11-10 dcr

Of course, the bitter taste a victory was so close to us all.
But the smiles, the genuine satisfaction to have forced overtime with an education as the Hawk without a doubt the best team he faced to date, could not but make us feel good. And then there is plenty of room for smiles, pats on the back, proclamations (and here I'll put in the foreground) for the next commitment in the league, in pursuit of a salvation that is still very far away.
All of this, a mixture of excitement, a tingling in his stomach who are still struggling to get away, despite more than four hours have passed since the end of the game ...
... It greets the boys, and go down Via Cornigliano for a small pizza with mushrooms and a ubiquitous Estathè Lemon, and then off at home ... But which house?!? Who wants to go home in that state of joyful excitement! You go to Italy
course, and I find myself walking into a trail, including the wind, her hair - without gel after a shower - you autocotonano as my usual, and here that "It is 100%" is transformed instantly the illegitimate son of Tony Little. Milling
feet, with waves to be my soundtrack, I think obviously to them, to those penalties, and that if I dive late in the third round of jokes, perhaps I would have crashed on me seee ... oh well, if I had the wheels, I'd be a wagon, and cart!

Eventually the clock reads 1:33 am, I still have exercises to do before you doze off German, not to mention that you work tomorrow! And then I close by thanking

Lillo, Simo, Pino, Daniel, Diego, Dura, the three Tigre unfortunately absent, and Gian Luca, and close with Teo, because if that May evening, in Via Ungaretti after a resounding 4-0 a four-summer, I had proposed to defend the port this year, Petone, trivial or had tacked on another goalkeeper who often played with us at that time (but very, very much better than me, however), I would not live here in these great emotions .
It is not football, not this round object that turns, turns, and you never know where it goes: it is the Passion.
The passion that unites these 10 bold players today.
The passion that has always marked the important things in my life that were the theater, and now the first Multedo Petone, wrestling or rare emotional ties - "Few and Far Between" Anglophones would say - and I have really believed. A

beautiful night to share with everyone that I care. Tomorrow the link to this post will do a good lap, because I wanted that so many important people were there with me, to live it ... But maybe there was, in fact.

soon!

Saddler Oxford Level E Anwsers

Tips biblical

the frequency of Radio Maria, a renowned religious exemption to people who call spiritual advice and guidance drawn directly from the scriptures.
Some time ago, in a response to the listeners, said that homosexuality - as we read in the Bible (Leviticus, 18, 22) - and 'an abomination and can not be tolerated under any circumstances.
A listener wrote to him to seek guidance on some other issues of real life ...


Letter of May 16, 2009

"Dear priest, I am writing to thank you for your educational work on the laws of the Lord. I learned a great deal from your program, and I tried to share that knowledge with as many people as possible. Now, when someone tries to defend the homosexual lifestyle, I simply remind them that Leviticus 18:22 clearly states it is an abomination, as is also eating shellfish (Leviticus 11:10).
End of discussion. But I need some advice from you, in respect of other specific laws and how to apply.

- I would like to sell my daughter into slavery, as provided for in Exodus 21:7. What do you think would be a good price?

- When I give focus to a bull on the altar of sacrifice, I know from the scriptures that it produces a pleasant aroma to the Lord (Leviticus 1.9). The problem is with my neighbors.

- I know I can have contact with a woman only when he has her period (Leviticus 15:19-24). The difficulty is how do I know?

- Leviticus 25:44 states that I may possess slaves, both male and female, provided they are purchased from neighboring nations. A friend of mine claims that this can be done with the Mexicans, but not with the French. Can you explain why?

- I have a neighbor who insists on working on the Sabbath. Exodus 35:2 clearly says that should be put to death. Do I have to kill him myself?

- Leviticus 21:20 states that I can not get all 'altar of God if I have defective eyesight. I have to admit that I use reading glasses. There is some wiggle room here?

- In Leviticus 11:6-8 is that touching the skin of dead pig makes me unclean. To play football so I have to wear gloves?

- My uncle has a farm. He 's gone against Leviticus 19:19, because planting two different crops in the same field, and even his wife has violated the same step, because by wearing garments made of two different kinds of thread (cotton / acrylic).
Not only that, I must confess sometimes my uncle swears. I have to gather all the inhabitants of the city to stone him as prescribed by the scriptures? Or I could, more simply, set him on fire while sleeping, as recommended nicely Leviticus 20:14?

I know you have studied these topics in depth, so I'm sure you can answer these simple questions.

A regular listener and observer. "


Needless to say, I hope that soon will be shared by the listener will surely be those who used light and precise answers from our trusted theologian.


soon!

Saddler Oxford Level E Anwsers

Tips biblical

the frequency of Radio Maria, a renowned religious exemption to people who call spiritual advice and guidance drawn directly from the scriptures.
Some time ago, in a response to the listeners, said that homosexuality - as we read in the Bible (Leviticus, 18, 22) - and 'an abomination and can not be tolerated under any circumstances.
A listener wrote to him to seek guidance on some other issues of real life ...


Letter of May 16, 2009

"Dear priest, I am writing to thank you for your educational work on the laws of the Lord. I learned a great deal from your program, and I tried to share that knowledge with as many people as possible. Now, when someone tries to defend the homosexual lifestyle, I simply remind them that Leviticus 18:22 clearly states it is an abomination, as is also eating shellfish (Leviticus 11:10).
End of discussion. But I need some advice from you, in respect of other specific laws and how to apply.

- I would like to sell my daughter into slavery, as provided for in Exodus 21:7. What do you think would be a good price?

- When I give focus to a bull on the altar of sacrifice, I know from the scriptures that it produces a pleasant aroma to the Lord (Leviticus 1.9). The problem is with my neighbors.

- I know I can have contact with a woman only when he has her period (Leviticus 15:19-24). The difficulty is how do I know?

- Leviticus 25:44 states that I may possess slaves, both male and female, provided they are purchased from neighboring nations. A friend of mine claims that this can be done with the Mexicans, but not with the French. Can you explain why?

- I have a neighbor who insists on working on the Sabbath. Exodus 35:2 clearly says that should be put to death. Do I have to kill him myself?

- Leviticus 21:20 states that I can not get all 'altar of God if I have defective eyesight. I have to admit that I use reading glasses. There is some wiggle room here?

- In Leviticus 11:6-8 is that touching the skin of dead pig makes me unclean. To play football so I have to wear gloves?

- My uncle has a farm. He 's gone against Leviticus 19:19, because planting two different crops in the same field, and even his wife has violated the same step, because by wearing garments made of two different kinds of thread (cotton / acrylic).
Not only that, I must confess sometimes my uncle swears. I have to gather all the inhabitants of the city to stone him as prescribed by the scriptures? Or I could, more simply, set him on fire while sleeping, as recommended nicely Leviticus 20:14?

I know you have studied these topics in depth, so I'm sure you can answer these simple questions.

A regular listener and observer. "


Needless to say, I hope that soon will be shared by the listener will surely be those who used light and precise answers from our trusted theologian.


soon!

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5 days in Tuscany, which were originally to be 5 days Tagliolo Monferrato (with adjoining Festival dumplings with meat sauce ... and a tradition of over twenty years ...)
The base, a farm on the outskirts of San Giuliano Terme (below the slew of tricks) found by chance on 26 July, when along with my trusty Jak Asciano we headed for the last show seasonal weblog 2PW.
From there, the project provided for excursions along the mountains and the sea at Marina di Pisa Vecchiano ... but first things first :-)

Monday, August 3
Departing from Genoa with attached renewal of the blue sticker and check tire pressure . Esco
Pisa Nord and I expect a tremendous tail ... well, I expect, now that I'm an expert 's hinterland Pisa and I would like a detour in the horizontal and along old Modica, through peaceful Pontasserchio before landing in San Giuliano Terme. Step
steering wheel to the Pro Loco to make maps for trekking and of course to inform the rental service for bicycles.
Ok, we are ready for check-in available!
From there, lunch in San Giuliano and then straight to the first path, the Ring of Asciano. The first stop is the fascinating
mediceo aqueduct, unfortunately not properly maintained (in mid 1700), and the huge cistern.
From there you climb in the trees, salt, salt, salt (salt is the killer!) Until Mirteto, site of an ancient monastic community (there is little or nothing) and a pretty Romanesque church ransacked of anything.
Go ahead and blatantly wrong road here, unfortunately (but those who wrote the infamous description of the route have 75% of the blame, maybe more) and I find myself in a cobblestone path that goes down sharply, with no apparent destination, but - thanks to my past academic year orienteering - I can also report to me on the highway.
We arrive at the village of Agnano, complete with voices and the smell of soup to break the windows of huts (do not say "fragrance" of soup because I hate him. If any of you like it, do not take it to bad), crowded with guard dogs in every corner, and from there the trail joins Asciano Belvedere me where my first journey ends ... Six hours!
Back in the room, shower, controllatina the transfer market (but that is more stagnant Samp ... still!) And go out looking for a place to dine. The problem is that almost everything is closed on Mondays, and the car - or the road, or both - bring me through Calci, Uliveto Spa (with a lot of establishment of 'health water) until the House, a town with a walk which is a brick beauty. Just walk on
find a bar with a small pizzeria ... And pappaaaa! What
sleep though ... A decaffeinated coffee and ran into the farmhouse in snoring :-)

Tuesday, August 4
The second path leads me to the trekking so-called Ring of Buti, a village that has provided me with many problems to get there (maybe because I tried to touch it because air rising from the Great Mountain?)
say that even here I have done some messing around with the map, as I reached very little of what I was described on the guide: the bad luck I still got to find a path from which it is shod was simply fantastic stop to the "stick" of the room, with a hawk (or similar volatile, I am no expert) that hovered around.
From there down in the woods, binge as well as more fresh water that flowed here and there.
returned to San Giuliano, go straight in the direction of Marina di Vecchia, where I expect an endless sandy beach (or almost all with free admission) and a beautiful beach a bit 'rough because of the Mistral, but unique and extremely enjoyable.
Come back to "base", a quick call to the Pro Loco to reserve your bike for the day after ....

Wednesday, August 5
You go to take the bike and down miles back and forth to Marina of old (22 km in total, if I still can not believe it ... I'm crazy!), In the middle of the machine 2PW organizational moves and get confirmation of Friday Fever Evening, Aug. 28 in Memorial Square in Cascina.
It 'still all afternoon to be dedicated to 2PW, also because with a show at the gates - which effectively removes any solution of continuity with the new season - of things to manage, there are several.
Appointment to the streets with others, of course, but first you need to do a bit 'of pimps, no?!? The car takes me Caprona, and other satisfactions :-)

Thursday, August 6
The last full day in Tuscany at the sea begins and ends on the lawn ... the Piazza dei Miracoli in Pisa, where the boys I was not brought before me escorted through the streets of downtown. What, Pisa is a very beautiful city and I think also very human scale. The Tower of Pisa is terribly wrong (do not know how he manages to stand on) and just as fascinating as the stories I have been told of the cathedral, its symbols and legends that revolve around you ...

You return home ... Even if at this moment I'm writing from a hotel in Rostock (because they are a kind original!).
These days, well deserved and tried relaxation, scents and sounds gave me that I did not live much longer, thanks now my increasing lack the High Monferrato who saw me grow, summer after summer. For miles and miles, as in the pine forest on the mountains of Pisa who brought me to the sea, has not stopped even for a second roboare column sound of cicadas seems strange that now I no longer feel.

time hustlers:

- Farm "Ancient Customs," Highway to Mount Abetone, 5 Km San Giuliano Terme (PI)
- Pizzeria Pizza & Confectionery, Cascina (PI)
- Pizzeria "La Casaccia" , goat (PI)
- Restaurant Pizzeria "From Mary," Modica (PI)


At the next appointment I will speak of Rostock, which has now entered into my heart and it is so difficult to separate, especially because who knows how long I can not go back here (for work of course ...)

Ciaoooo

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cicadas cicadas cicadas

5 days in Tuscany, which were originally to be 5 days Tagliolo Monferrato (with adjoining Festival dumplings with meat sauce ... and a tradition of over twenty years ...)
The base, a farm on the outskirts of San Giuliano Terme (below the slew of tricks) found by chance on 26 July, when along with my trusty Jak Asciano we headed for the last show seasonal weblog 2PW.
From there, the project provided for excursions along the mountains and the sea at Marina di Pisa Vecchiano ... but first things first :-)

Monday, August 3
Departing from Genoa with attached renewal of the blue sticker and check tire pressure . Esco
Pisa Nord and I expect a tremendous tail ... well, I expect, now that I'm an expert 's hinterland Pisa and I would like a detour in the horizontal and along old Modica, through peaceful Pontasserchio before landing in San Giuliano Terme. Step
steering wheel to the Pro Loco to make maps for trekking and of course to inform the rental service for bicycles.
Ok, we are ready for check-in available!
From there, lunch in San Giuliano and then straight to the first path, the Ring of Asciano. The first stop is the fascinating
mediceo aqueduct, unfortunately not properly maintained (in mid 1700), and the huge cistern.
From there you climb in the trees, salt, salt, salt (salt is the killer!) Until Mirteto, site of an ancient monastic community (there is little or nothing) and a pretty Romanesque church ransacked of anything.
Go ahead and blatantly wrong road here, unfortunately (but those who wrote the infamous description of the route have 75% of the blame, maybe more) and I find myself in a cobblestone path that goes down sharply, with no apparent destination, but - thanks to my past academic year orienteering - I can also report to me on the highway.
We arrive at the village of Agnano, complete with voices and the smell of soup to break the windows of huts (do not say "fragrance" of soup because I hate him. If any of you like it, do not take it to bad), crowded with guard dogs in every corner, and from there the trail joins Asciano Belvedere me where my first journey ends ... Six hours!
Back in the room, shower, controllatina the transfer market (but that is more stagnant Samp ... still!) And go out looking for a place to dine. The problem is that almost everything is closed on Mondays, and the car - or the road, or both - bring me through Calci, Uliveto Spa (with a lot of establishment of 'health water) until the House, a town with a walk which is a brick beauty. Just walk on
find a bar with a small pizzeria ... And pappaaaa! What
sleep though ... A decaffeinated coffee and ran into the farmhouse in snoring :-)

Tuesday, August 4
The second path leads me to the trekking so-called Ring of Buti, a village that has provided me with many problems to get there (maybe because I tried to touch it because air rising from the Great Mountain?)
say that even here I have done some messing around with the map, as I reached very little of what I was described on the guide: the bad luck I still got to find a path from which it is shod was simply fantastic stop to the "stick" of the room, with a hawk (or similar volatile, I am no expert) that hovered around.
From there down in the woods, binge as well as more fresh water that flowed here and there.
returned to San Giuliano, go straight in the direction of Marina di Vecchia, where I expect an endless sandy beach (or almost all with free admission) and a beautiful beach a bit 'rough because of the Mistral, but unique and extremely enjoyable.
Come back to "base", a quick call to the Pro Loco to reserve your bike for the day after ....

Wednesday, August 5
You go to take the bike and down miles back and forth to Marina of old (22 km in total, if I still can not believe it ... I'm crazy!), In the middle of the machine 2PW organizational moves and get confirmation of Friday Fever Evening, Aug. 28 in Memorial Square in Cascina.
It 'still all afternoon to be dedicated to 2PW, also because with a show at the gates - which effectively removes any solution of continuity with the new season - of things to manage, there are several.
Appointment to the streets with others, of course, but first you need to do a bit 'of pimps, no?!? The car takes me Caprona, and other satisfactions :-)

Thursday, August 6
The last full day in Tuscany at the sea begins and ends on the lawn ... the Piazza dei Miracoli in Pisa, where the boys I was not brought before me escorted through the streets of downtown. What, Pisa is a very beautiful city and I think also very human scale. The Tower of Pisa is terribly wrong (do not know how he manages to stand on) and just as fascinating as the stories I have been told of the cathedral, its symbols and legends that revolve around you ...

You return home ... Even if at this moment I'm writing from a hotel in Rostock (because they are a kind original!).
These days, well deserved and tried relaxation, scents and sounds gave me that I did not live much longer, thanks now my increasing lack the High Monferrato who saw me grow, summer after summer. For miles and miles, as in the pine forest on the mountains of Pisa who brought me to the sea, has not stopped even for a second roboare column sound of cicadas seems strange that now I no longer feel.

time hustlers:

- Farm "Ancient Customs," Highway to Mount Abetone, 5 Km San Giuliano Terme (PI)
- Pizzeria Pizza & Confectionery, Cascina (PI)
- Pizzeria "La Casaccia" , goat (PI)
- Restaurant Pizzeria "From Mary," Modica (PI)


At the next appointment I will speak of Rostock, which has now entered into my heart and it is so difficult to separate, especially because who knows how long I can not go back here (for work of course ...)

Ciaoooo

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Stay tuned, ordunque!
soon,
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Fibroids After Pregnancy Dizziness Nausea

... So that ...

flying from Tuscany, yours truly connects the fly to anticipate what will be next weekend reports of a strategic wish to leave beginning of August.

Stay tuned, ordunque!
soon,
F.

Coughing In 5 Month Old

Players Warned

- - - - - - - - - - DISCLAIMER - - - - - - - - - -
The Post today has neither head nor tail.
It is some jumble of thoughts.
If you do not understand anything, do not worry
I was not able to do better.
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paint the situation: a man in his underwear and pajamas, Telemarket in the background (Alessandro Orlando, the 'great Seller, apparently snatched in the theater, wants pouring out "for two of us lucky bronze sculptures of great beauty unheard of Giovan Francesco Gonzaga), the football stuff to air (a decent 5-5 I was rewarded with a second proposal Endas for a championship next year ... I re-asked-STIs-si-mo!). In this scenario

thrilling (you decide whether of pleasure or fear, I will not go into the ...) I write with an eye on the calendar, counting 366 last farewell to Ares and realizing that in a year may change, as in one year continue to change, but even more than I can change in just one hour: Take last Saturday, the place is Pontedecimo Musically last engagement with the social season 2008-2009. After I got a supply capital to the tune of Billie Jean (where the capital letter "M", the word is five letters, you revealed the secret ...) the typical Diste he would go home angry , to bite the pillow ...

... Here, we say that has become typical old, and I instead took the opportunity to celebrate a birthday (by the way, AUGURIIII LAURAAA, better repeat it because it offends) Cogoleto, e-me- unknown "Baraonda. Cute little place, but everything was to change the time-revival, which seem unexpected, which made me leave the behind every glimmer of sadness. We really wanted to, we say that some 'healthy me the casino are also well-deserved! :-)

The next day ended another season, the sports of the 2PW, with a new middleweight champion and with so many ideuzze I have in mind for next season, for which foreshadows the same for my subscribed a progressively smaller role as fair and understandable. The future is in the hands of these great little guys, and I expect and hope for the 2010 final a year of consolidation.

What else to say ... I quote one of my distant past:
... the inside might be as black as the night
But at the end of the tunnel there's a light

No, no reference to drugs more or less heavy. Just next Monday will start the first tranche of leave, as desirable as ever this year. You go down to San Giuliano Terme, relaxation is the watchword, so half way between the sea and spa resorts. And who'll kill me?

It closes with my biggest hug for two people who have decided to walk together for the rest of their days: Cate, Luke, was an honor to live with you this special day.


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No!
You can not complain.
I warned you that had neither head nor tail.
the next. Tsk!
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Coughing In 5 Month Old

Players Warned

- - - - - - - - - - DISCLAIMER - - - - - - - - - -
The Post today has neither head nor tail.
It is some jumble of thoughts.
If you do not understand anything, do not worry
I was not able to do better.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

paint the situation: a man in his underwear and pajamas, Telemarket in the background (Alessandro Orlando, the 'great Seller, apparently snatched in the theater, wants pouring out "for two of us lucky bronze sculptures of great beauty unheard of Giovan Francesco Gonzaga), the football stuff to air (a decent 5-5 I was rewarded with a second proposal Endas for a championship next year ... I re-asked-STIs-si-mo!). In this scenario

thrilling (you decide whether of pleasure or fear, I will not go into the ...) I write with an eye on the calendar, counting 366 last farewell to Ares and realizing that in a year may change, as in one year continue to change, but even more than I can change in just one hour: Take last Saturday, the place is Pontedecimo Musically last engagement with the social season 2008-2009. After I got a supply capital to the tune of Billie Jean (where the capital letter "M", the word is five letters, you revealed the secret ...) the typical Diste he would go home angry , to bite the pillow ...

... Here, we say that has become typical old, and I instead took the opportunity to celebrate a birthday (by the way, AUGURIIII LAURAAA, better repeat it because it offends) Cogoleto, e-me- unknown "Baraonda. Cute little place, but everything was to change the time-revival, which seem unexpected, which made me leave the behind every glimmer of sadness. We really wanted to, we say that some 'healthy me the casino are also well-deserved! :-)

The next day ended another season, the sports of the 2PW, with a new middleweight champion and with so many ideuzze I have in mind for next season, for which foreshadows the same for my subscribed a progressively smaller role as fair and understandable. The future is in the hands of these great little guys, and I expect and hope for the 2010 final a year of consolidation.

What else to say ... I quote one of my distant past:
... the inside might be as black as the night
But at the end of the tunnel there's a light

No, no reference to drugs more or less heavy. Just next Monday will start the first tranche of leave, as desirable as ever this year. You go down to San Giuliano Terme, relaxation is the watchword, so half way between the sea and spa resorts. And who'll kill me?

It closes with my biggest hug for two people who have decided to walk together for the rest of their days: Cate, Luke, was an honor to live with you this special day.


- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
No!
You can not complain.
I warned you that had neither head nor tail.
the next. Tsk!
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stories of all the (my) days

Take a person. A random person. Take me.
If we go back to my last speech in this blog is now turned into a valley of desolation, there is a different story, light years away.
Since then it happened and everything - twice, alas - the opposite of everything.

There is a story called "Want to know mine?" Which gave me satisfaction as well as novel partners simply fabulous scene that can make me what I would have never believed it could be. A story so dense, intense, leaving no room for words or attempted description: I was happy to live with people special, and I tried to share the enthusiasm with which many people in one context or another have had to do with me. Some of them have given me the joy of seeing them on stage, many wanted to be there, others might. Bottom line, thank you to all, have made me doubly happy.

There is a story in shirt and tie, that I write every morning, and that makes me go to the system (unfortunately totalitarian regime) for a long time. A history of aircraft and ships, Caribbean (I put some pictures on Facebook) and Germany (see previous parenthesis), thoughts and plans. While such projects remain, waiting to leave, never so desired. Certainly a week "on the edge field telephone, "then we'll see ...

There is the story of a new set of keys, a keychain yellow with the word" home "is a companion tours and diction became roommate. The most fascinating story of all , that makes me take a step toward what will be. Who leaves the old road for the new knows what he leaves, but does not know what that is: I leave adolescence period beyond the time limit, and as in the great match wrestling, I'm working to win the big blowoff .

There is a story not yet written, the one with me at his desk, quill in hand and white sheet in front of me.
I do not know what to write, I do not know even if it is to fall before the ink of my gesture, once more take by surprise ...

... Welcome back to my blog. The pleasure is all ours.

Pegasus Birthday Supplies

stories of all the (my) days

Take a person. A random person. Take me.
If we go back to my last speech in this blog is now turned into a valley of desolation, there is a different story, light years away.
Since then it happened and everything - twice, alas - the opposite of everything.

There is a story called "Want to know mine?" Which gave me satisfaction as well as novel partners simply fabulous scene that can make me what I would have never believed it could be. A story so dense, intense, leaving no room for words or attempted description: I was happy to live with people special, and I tried to share the enthusiasm with which many people in one context or another have had to do with me. Some of them have given me the joy of seeing them on stage, many wanted to be there, others might. Bottom line, thank you to all, have made me doubly happy.

There is a story in shirt and tie, that I write every morning, and that makes me go to the system (unfortunately totalitarian regime) for a long time. A history of aircraft and ships, Caribbean (I put some pictures on Facebook) and Germany (see previous parenthesis), thoughts and plans. While such projects remain, waiting to leave, never so desired. Certainly a week "on the edge field telephone, "then we'll see ...

There is the story of a new set of keys, a keychain yellow with the word" home "is a companion tours and diction became roommate. The most fascinating story of all , that makes me take a step toward what will be. Who leaves the old road for the new knows what he leaves, but does not know what that is: I leave adolescence period beyond the time limit, and as in the great match wrestling, I'm working to win the big blowoff .

There is a story not yet written, the one with me at his desk, quill in hand and white sheet in front of me.
I do not know what to write, I do not know even if it is to fall before the ink of my gesture, once more take by surprise ...

... Welcome back to my blog. The pleasure is all ours.

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Teatrando

As promised, but as usual with a long delay, I devote a bit 'of my room for the theater, this time not experienced first but enjoyed by the audience.
Let's go!

Theatre Company THE FACE OF GIANO in "DELIRIUM TWO" Eugene Ionesco Ionesco
To fall in love with me was enough to assist a year ago to "The Bald Soprano" staged by my fellow students directed by Patrick Hercules. Ionesco has chosen to make his detachment from reality in which he lived (he was an immigrant in France) with a language and a choice of completely original environment, where you lose the special meaning of the dialogues (the title of the play says it all) but it captures the general sense at the end of this and pushed his deep unease .
The two actors on stage, with Anthony Provenzano (also director) to dictate, and tones, are able to make good their normal absurdity, and stage effects were simply incredible, and treated in detail (three people in the backstage is are dedicated to the success of inventions by the directors).
Recommended for lovers of theater of the absurd, or just curious people like me. Ionesco's ways are endless.

Production Torn Curtain in "Out for the night when OSCAR 'AT HOME' Matteo Monforte
La Banda del (Sam) Hole meets under my verve organization, being eager to see the work an old acquaintance of mine, Federica Roger, known-years-and years-and-years-and-years ago at the time of my experience Telegenova. We found ourselves immersed in a grim story, sometimes cloudy, with continuous changes of rhythm and tone. The actors (all Enzo Paci) were very good at making quick dialogue and very "real" in the highest sense of the term, the Federation has surprised me for the naturalness of his manner and his actions (I was surprised simply because I had never personally view of the stage ... His resume is already talk alone). We are easy to identify in their excellent work on the rhythm and the "lightness" of the steps one of the focal points of what will be the next stage of commitment Musically. In short, the text would not be elevated, high or detached, but real : the mission can be considered finished. Excellent choice of the Theatre Garage, a place that with its small volume and its proximity to the stage (at NO floor ... fantastic) proved perfect for the size created by a text like this, so devoted to the confession, intimacy of four players tied closely to one another. More than a spectator, I felt like an observer hidden, as if I had watched the scene through the peephole of a door.
Stra-recommended to all.

Company Rancia in "A CHORUS LINE"
I state that I did not know this musical, except for a little something I had experienced 7 years ago at the time of my last days with the "Group T & M" (among other things specifically with my partner of evidence / scene was Michael Marasco, who will play my mother in the now imminent "Want to know mine?").
I therefore went to the theater full of enthusiasm and curiosity (because spending 28 euros a ticket, there would not even to go to the Politeama with low morale) ... Anyway, the show is been complex and difficult even have to be my analysis. On the one hand, we can say that the plot is not in the sense that during the show - which tells of a hearing to enter the ballet in a row of a show off-Broadway - nothing happens in particular. Perhaps (in fact, of course) this was indeed the intention of the author, who wanted to shift the focus not on the classic "hero", but rather on a long line of followers who still give the body and soul to do great a show. It then tells individual stories of small and normal but in my opinion are too closed in themselves, since the end there is only interaction between the individual "candidates" and choreographer (who is almost through the show offstage, her voice conveyed by the rear speakers of the theater, just as if he were in the audience, watching the stage but also to look us in the audience before him). Belle
some songs in groups, at least some of the soloists. A little 'casino in the group choreography, too bad. The setting was essential, but it was just as well - final part (where it also changes the set) - the whole show takes place in a deliberately anonymous testing room.
All in all, I can not tell me excited from the show, but at least I was confronted with a musical written and performed "below par". Descending into the reality of time (we are in the mid-seventies) This setting was already a considerable change of direction.


... And then you come to us.
Saturday particular emotion, having tried the first part of the show and tying for the first time the choreography with the first opening scene, in which the character I play (along of course with my "alter-ego of alter-cast" Whisky ) recites the opening lines. Needless to say, a heartbeat crazy. The vacuum at the head of the debut, thinking "Here we go." It is this flow of emotions in me to love the theater and even more music, especially because every day, with each test, I realize that this ride is not long now more than a month and a half still has much to give me and certainly much to ask.


soon!

Companies Donating To Schools

Teatrando

As promised, but as usual with a long delay, I devote a bit 'of my room for the theater, this time not experienced first but enjoyed by the audience.
Let's go!

Theatre Company THE FACE OF GIANO in "DELIRIUM TWO" Eugene Ionesco Ionesco
To fall in love with me was enough to assist a year ago to "The Bald Soprano" staged by my fellow students directed by Patrick Hercules. Ionesco has chosen to make his detachment from reality in which he lived (he was an immigrant in France) with a language and a choice of completely original environment, where you lose the special meaning of the dialogues (the title of the play says it all) but it captures the general sense at the end of this and pushed his deep unease .
The two actors on stage, with Anthony Provenzano (also director) to dictate, and tones, are able to make good their normal absurdity, and stage effects were simply incredible, and treated in detail (three people in the backstage is are dedicated to the success of inventions by the directors).
Recommended for lovers of theater of the absurd, or just curious people like me. Ionesco's ways are endless.

Production Torn Curtain in "Out for the night when OSCAR 'AT HOME' Matteo Monforte
La Banda del (Sam) Hole meets under my verve organization, being eager to see the work an old acquaintance of mine, Federica Roger, known-years-and years-and-years-and-years ago at the time of my experience Telegenova. We found ourselves immersed in a grim story, sometimes cloudy, with continuous changes of rhythm and tone. The actors (all Enzo Paci) were very good at making quick dialogue and very "real" in the highest sense of the term, the Federation has surprised me for the naturalness of his manner and his actions (I was surprised simply because I had never personally view of the stage ... His resume is already talk alone). We are easy to identify in their excellent work on the rhythm and the "lightness" of the steps one of the focal points of what will be the next stage of commitment Musically. In short, the text would not be elevated, high or detached, but real : the mission can be considered finished. Excellent choice of the Theatre Garage, a place that with its small volume and its proximity to the stage (at NO floor ... fantastic) proved perfect for the size created by a text like this, so devoted to the confession, intimacy of four players tied closely to one another. More than a spectator, I felt like an observer hidden, as if I had watched the scene through the peephole of a door.
Stra-recommended to all.

Company Rancia in "A CHORUS LINE"
I state that I did not know this musical, except for a little something I had experienced 7 years ago at the time of my last days with the "Group T & M" (among other things specifically with my partner of evidence / scene was Michael Marasco, who will play my mother in the now imminent "Want to know mine?").
I therefore went to the theater full of enthusiasm and curiosity (because spending 28 euros a ticket, there would not even to go to the Politeama with low morale) ... Anyway, the show is been complex and difficult even have to be my analysis. On the one hand, we can say that the plot is not in the sense that during the show - which tells of a hearing to enter the ballet in a row of a show off-Broadway - nothing happens in particular. Perhaps (in fact, of course) this was indeed the intention of the author, who wanted to shift the focus not on the classic "hero", but rather on a long line of followers who still give the body and soul to do great a show. It then tells individual stories of small and normal but in my opinion are too closed in themselves, since the end there is only interaction between the individual "candidates" and choreographer (who is almost through the show offstage, her voice conveyed by the rear speakers of the theater, just as if he were in the audience, watching the stage but also to look us in the audience before him). Belle
some songs in groups, at least some of the soloists. A little 'casino in the group choreography, too bad. The setting was essential, but it was just as well - final part (where it also changes the set) - the whole show takes place in a deliberately anonymous testing room.
All in all, I can not tell me excited from the show, but at least I was confronted with a musical written and performed "below par". Descending into the reality of time (we are in the mid-seventies) This setting was already a considerable change of direction.


... And then you come to us.
Saturday particular emotion, having tried the first part of the show and tying for the first time the choreography with the first opening scene, in which the character I play (along of course with my "alter-ego of alter-cast" Whisky ) recites the opening lines. Needless to say, a heartbeat crazy. The vacuum at the head of the debut, thinking "Here we go." It is this flow of emotions in me to love the theater and even more music, especially because every day, with each test, I realize that this ride is not long now more than a month and a half still has much to give me and certainly much to ask.


soon!

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Strait is not so close

The place: Costa Concordia, booth 2237
YellowManiacs dear Yeah, I'm still recovering from a business trip and what follows is a story in brief four-day on one of the flagships of the Costa fleet, Concordia indeed, a monster floating 300 meters long. The ride is
Savona-Katakolon-Athens, with the first two ones separated by a day of sailing but also an interesting observation of our travel service in motion at full capacity.
It starts from Savona, where obviously the first meeting for boarding adventures: I was not magically in the list to sail, and then, having made it clear to the competent authorities of not being an illegal immigrant (with fluttering of papers, documents, emails and badge number), arrival on board to marry in my cabin. Quickly discarding the suitcase and off for a ride to the ship ...
... Meeting with the Chief Commissioner at six in the central hall. The scene from the film series C2 Group B:

the room behind me and follows me over, expanding the field. Overview of the lobby and elevators transparent.
Back at head height and frame with freeze frame and zoom on the Chief Commissioner.
Close up on me. Wave. Disperses into space. The Chief Commissioner
converges to the Help Desk Customer Service, just where I am.
Close up on me. Wave. Dispersed again in a vacuum. Mah
The Chief Commissioner is now next to me. The camera takes us both.
ME: Hello Chief!
YOU: Hello ... (look tentative)
IO: How are you?
HER: Well, well ... (look tentative. Mah)
IO: (zoom in on my eyes now catatonic) I Remember ... Di Stefano?
HER: AH! Sorry! Yeah yeah I had not recognized ...

short, starting with a bang.
At dinner I go down with the secretary in the crew area where I had the pleasure to dine throughout the journey. Beyond the business meeting, always interesting and for me a fundamental importance, as they are committed to building a constructive relationship with our players, I must say that the moments in my area crew have once again enabled to live - albeit briefly - and the air ' environment of the ship, its harmony of its charm ... No, no, I'm not saying I want to embark. My heart is secured to the ground and I intend to keep it "still on the tarmac, but I have great respect for people who really work with a passion and a conviction that I was inevitably unknown. So the night crew at the bar slip at the intersection of languages \u200b\u200bthat do not understand, from the Romanian to Portuguese rising from English (which I read with less difficulty, but 'is f *** ing music is too high and barely understand Italian!), and the effort that it takes me to try to extract some understanding of speech is the image of someone like me, new to this world sailor, trying to empathize with this reality for the better then take her dowry during their work day-by-day the desk.

time at sea was great, no gasp, deep purr of nights and days of work with the laptop on the terrace or in the bar (where a guest who would make the fortune of the third Povia tried several times to seduce me ... Needless to say , I just head for anything from ten days or so, although I came to ask me why - in the middle of 3400 guests on board well - I just have aroused such attention ... oh ... Darius is reading at this time, and trembling, I know).
The best moment? The next step in Stromboli and within the Straits of Messina, with the attached call on the sly before the camp returned to languish and eventually disappear, to reappear the next morning in the form of "VODAFONE GR" off Marathia Point.

I can not mention the shows in the theater (and theater!).
The first evening, a Genoese singer (which will be staged at the Theatre of Youth on the very day before our debut with "Do you want to know mine?") Has predominantly performed in parts of the European classical tradition, from Edith Piaf to Whitney Houston.
last week was the turn of the production costs, with eight dancers, four dancers and two singers, sets and lights goose bumps, as Americans would say, simply beautiful costumes and dancers to expectations, with many choral pieces (jazz style was 110% for the record) and interesting solutions both in the fees that the entrances and exits from the wings. The singers were very technical, especially powerful voices at the top. They all based on the demonstration of the extensions and capabilities of the original variation, and both are fully managed in order.
On Wednesday, last evening on board for me, the show mixed with acrobatics, juggling and sleight of Donnert Duo, who have really done everything and more. The scenes at did the rest: audience into ecstasy, strategic-deserved applause.

The evening ended pleasantly, still marked by a large international company. You have to go to bed, though. The next morning, bags packed, round of greetings, lunch on board and transfer to airport, accompanied by two colleagues boarded Genoese these days too.
The thrill is consumed at Rome airport, after being informed by a handsome but above piacione (???) officer that my flight is overbooked . I'm already in the work to perform in three acts (surprise - incazzatura - bitterly) "The Fall of Christ", when the desk is a train that has cancels your flight. Lock the orchestra conductor! Stop the extras! I take the flight, the taxi and I'm home.

A kiss ... well ... lots of kisses and goodnight to the world.

How Long Will Swelling Last Ankle

Strait is not so close

The place: Costa Concordia, booth 2237
YellowManiacs dear Yeah, I'm still recovering from a business trip and what follows is a story in brief four-day on one of the flagships of the Costa fleet, Concordia indeed, a monster floating 300 meters long. The ride is
Savona-Katakolon-Athens, with the first two ones separated by a day of sailing but also an interesting observation of our travel service in motion at full capacity.
It starts from Savona, where obviously the first meeting for boarding adventures: I was not magically in the list to sail, and then, having made it clear to the competent authorities of not being an illegal immigrant (with fluttering of papers, documents, emails and badge number), arrival on board to marry in my cabin. Quickly discarding the suitcase and off for a ride to the ship ...
... Meeting with the Chief Commissioner at six in the central hall. The scene from the film series C2 Group B:

the room behind me and follows me over, expanding the field. Overview of the lobby and elevators transparent.
Back at head height and frame with freeze frame and zoom on the Chief Commissioner.
Close up on me. Wave. Disperses into space. The Chief Commissioner
converges to the Help Desk Customer Service, just where I am.
Close up on me. Wave. Dispersed again in a vacuum. Mah
The Chief Commissioner is now next to me. The camera takes us both.
ME: Hello Chief!
YOU: Hello ... (look tentative)
IO: How are you?
HER: Well, well ... (look tentative. Mah)
IO: (zoom in on my eyes now catatonic) I Remember ... Di Stefano?
HER: AH! Sorry! Yeah yeah I had not recognized ...

short, starting with a bang.
At dinner I go down with the secretary in the crew area where I had the pleasure to dine throughout the journey. Beyond the business meeting, always interesting and for me a fundamental importance, as they are committed to building a constructive relationship with our players, I must say that the moments in my area crew have once again enabled to live - albeit briefly - and the air ' environment of the ship, its harmony of its charm ... No, no, I'm not saying I want to embark. My heart is secured to the ground and I intend to keep it "still on the tarmac, but I have great respect for people who really work with a passion and a conviction that I was inevitably unknown. So the night crew at the bar slip at the intersection of languages \u200b\u200bthat do not understand, from the Romanian to Portuguese rising from English (which I read with less difficulty, but 'is f *** ing music is too high and barely understand Italian!), and the effort that it takes me to try to extract some understanding of speech is the image of someone like me, new to this world sailor, trying to empathize with this reality for the better then take her dowry during their work day-by-day the desk.

time at sea was great, no gasp, deep purr of nights and days of work with the laptop on the terrace or in the bar (where a guest who would make the fortune of the third Povia tried several times to seduce me ... Needless to say , I just head for anything from ten days or so, although I came to ask me why - in the middle of 3400 guests on board well - I just have aroused such attention ... oh ... Darius is reading at this time, and trembling, I know).
The best moment? The next step in Stromboli and within the Straits of Messina, with the attached call on the sly before the camp returned to languish and eventually disappear, to reappear the next morning in the form of "VODAFONE GR" off Marathia Point.

I can not mention the shows in the theater (and theater!).
The first evening, a Genoese singer (which will be staged at the Theatre of Youth on the very day before our debut with "Do you want to know mine?") Has predominantly performed in parts of the European classical tradition, from Edith Piaf to Whitney Houston.
last week was the turn of the production costs, with eight dancers, four dancers and two singers, sets and lights goose bumps, as Americans would say, simply beautiful costumes and dancers to expectations, with many choral pieces (jazz style was 110% for the record) and interesting solutions both in the fees that the entrances and exits from the wings. The singers were very technical, especially powerful voices at the top. They all based on the demonstration of the extensions and capabilities of the original variation, and both are fully managed in order.
On Wednesday, last evening on board for me, the show mixed with acrobatics, juggling and sleight of Donnert Duo, who have really done everything and more. The scenes at did the rest: audience into ecstasy, strategic-deserved applause.

The evening ended pleasantly, still marked by a large international company. You have to go to bed, though. The next morning, bags packed, round of greetings, lunch on board and transfer to airport, accompanied by two colleagues boarded Genoese these days too.
The thrill is consumed at Rome airport, after being informed by a handsome but above piacione (???) officer that my flight is overbooked . I'm already in the work to perform in three acts (surprise - incazzatura - bitterly) "The Fall of Christ", when the desk is a train that has cancels your flight. Lock the orchestra conductor! Stop the extras! I take the flight, the taxi and I'm home.

A kiss ... well ... lots of kisses and goodnight to the world.

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Music, teacher ...


TUESDAY, February 17 After two and a half years of operations "hit and run" on board all ships in the fleet (excluding Allegra alas, I do not want my colleagues of the Far East), it's time to live near the heart of the company (sometimes from the ground tend to forget that the cabin ... in fact, the raft, they send out their literally). The journey begins
But last night, packing his bags to the tune of X-Factor ... By the way, have you heard "Is not No Sunshine" starring Naomi? Creepy stuff! I absolutely have to cover the trovatre made by Caterina Caselli: no, not turn up their noses, as that if you are on this page, you owe it also to golden helmet, which covers the most famous "Mellow Yellow" Donovan recalls the very title of my beloved blog.
Anyway, forget my usual disquisition singing because there is to go to bed early with the alarm that I expect the gap of 2:30 (you read that correctly, yes: a dancer of my acquaintance would say "let's talk, Wake-up "). At 3:15 are the brand Fiat Idea rental, destination Linate. The electronic ticket escort me in Funchal, Madeira Island (as exotic names? Other than sabbu Camuggi dumenega Pra ) with a stopover in Lisbon.
The first note of color is given by the flight, served by TAP (Society of the Portuguese flag), clocked by ads in English and Portuguese ... just for someone like me who hates the girl out of all proportion Brazilian Paperissima, you can imagine the pleasure for hours to hear around me Surrogates of the strange frequency similar to the Genoese, of course, but unfortunately, like the girl of Paperissima. The greatest desire was thrown into a pond and then the end of Beethoven ... Nothing pond. Patience.
Madeira airport reminds me of Covent Garden, with all walls painted tiles. The landscape just makes me feel at ease, perhaps for this very Ligurian landscape that surrounds me, made of sea on one side and wooded hills on the other side.
The driver is a madman, running as if I had to undergo open heart surgery (another trip like that and I will for sure, this intervention) and the only way to defuse tension and groped to try to understand what he's telling me ... My fault: I said the only word I place in the Portuguese "obrigado", when you took care of my luggage, and now thinks he has faced at least a third cousin Toquinho. Of all the speeches I have understood only that Cristiano Ronaldo was born on the island, in the village of San Antonio. The rest is dispersed into nothingness, often during his tone of voice that would shiver down priest Jesus Christ Superstar .
Phew, I do many digressions: anyway, you get on board and now I have to specify to the receptionist that I do not want to be given the "you" (I'm only 27 years, eccheccà!) And a gentle electrical technician with me to my hermitage. It's official: I am a cruise.
I am writing from Deck 7, the bubbling whirlpool next to me on my head and a bright sun: a full stomach (at Costa Marina eat buffet at large) cup of coffee on the table and along the laptop. Met. Among
a bit 'I really put in motion: my first day at work is about to begin, it will disguise himself as a serious person. Until next time ...
... Back in the cabin, the day passed quickly and I found the receptionist and secretary to the Chief Commissioner of the gentle maidens who escorted me everywhere, especially in the for-me-maze-area crew. Dinner at the restaurant, the show at the theater (to the delight of the target, the elderly, for the vast majority, he performs an ultra-technical melodic Neapolitan singer, author of a pleasing succession of arias of operas and operettas internationally. Beautiful performance, bravo! ) and finally ends with a flourish with two classes at the crew bar. It turns out the light on the first day on board, we hope to sleep ... you know I always have great difficulty falling asleep ... zzz zzz zzz zzz

WEDNESDAY February 18
The alarm rings and in less than no time are in the shower (just as hot as I want it movingly ... ... we are all together a prayer of thanksgiving for the Teutonic San Boiler , protector of the mixers ), quick-change (seeeempre informal, as decided, ordered and perpetrated with my head) and breakfast (we all do with a prayer of thanksgiving for the French Croissant San , protector of the rich breakfast buffet).
Participates in the first three meetings of staff where I was pleasantly "pocketed", then more work, excellent lunch (noodles with meat sauce that deserve the gratitude of my stomach acid) and afternoon alternate between a bit 'of outdoor work (is a day of browsing, you can enjoy the breeze with the screen of the laptop to be my windscreen) and relaxation looking fellow that worked great with the guests.
After his recent engagements, it's time for dinner (the company, the waiters and the food make sure the high time of day) and then off to walk along the bridges with colleagues just met but with whom it was enough really just to feel at ease, leaving talk of life on board, the inevitable question about why he never worked on board (the short answer is "musical", but for the 'common interlocutor's speech must be inevitably described in more detail), and of course you fall to talk about the concept of radiopoppa , or "everyone knows everything about everyone, and you do not know what is invented. After all, every ship is a country and as you know the country is small and more and more people murmurs ... Nothing new, in fact.
I leave the other, ready for a nap, but when I decide to take the camera and groped a picture of the Moroccan and English banks, we are experiencing at that moment: mission failed miserably, as the machine is not really "professcional" , sin.
I light the lamp and I put in blankets, hoping to get some sleep because at dinner I ate some 'trop ... zzz zzz zzz zzz

THURSDAY February 19
This brings us to the last day of the trip. The alarm clock this morning really gave me trouble, maybe because I went to sleep Tardino yesterday, because I know that I want to pack up, and the thing I regret a lot (now that I began to juggle area guests, crew mess and above the bar of 'crew ... cruel fate). There is already moving on the bridges, the first trip is scheduled for eight o'clock and I at that time I sit down to breakfast with the lifeboats below me to separate the view from the nearby quay.
The clouds opened at the beginning of my last two "official duties" on board: Malaga welcomes us with sunshine and a temperature of the spring to sing. The work flows and here I am again in the cabin, committed against deja vu between shirts and pants, put on my traveling companion.
A lunch in the sun (my kids how hard it is to land), a couple of text messages (when will fly to Genoa?) And the classic coffee.
I know the air and the scent of a beautiful garden Malagueñon (you say so? I doubt very much) to the script of "Want to know mine?", Then stroll to the center dressed in their Sunday best (Malaga has been named European Capital for Culture 2016) and taxis, towards the airport.

And now? Well, now the beautiful voice sing in Sanremo Arisa "sincerity" to the accompaniment of Lelio Luttazzi (tomorrow scaricatevi video from YouTube, you will not regret ...). This
vuoldire that I'm back home. And that just ended three days of this are so many good memories, a wealth of experience and obviously I was missing - like all the new tracks - is mostly the hope of being able to convey even a bit 'of my enthusiasm and confidence I place in my company and the work I do.
To earn the respect of the border the road is still very, very, very long, I know, but you will have to begin somewhere, no?

Goodnight tut ...... zzz zzz zzz zzz

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Sea, smell of the sea

Who writes Fury Yellow is your friendly neighborhood. So far nothing new. It is where the to define a new perspective: it renews a tradition already experienced in the past, namely that the interventions "on post-eriori" to tell my three-day Portuguese and English - on board a Costa ship!
Music, teacher ...


TUESDAY, February 17 After two and a half years of operations "hit and run" on board all ships in the fleet (excluding Allegra alas, I do not want my colleagues of the Far East), it's time to live near the heart of the company (sometimes from the ground tend to forget that the cabin ... in fact, the raft, they send out their literally). The journey begins
But last night, packing his bags to the tune of X-Factor ... By the way, have you heard "Is not No Sunshine" starring Naomi? Creepy stuff! I absolutely have to cover the trovatre made by Caterina Caselli: no, not turn up their noses, as that if you are on this page, you owe it also to golden helmet, which covers the most famous "Mellow Yellow" Donovan recalls the very title of my beloved blog.
Anyway, forget my usual disquisition singing because there is to go to bed early with the alarm that I expect the gap of 2:30 (you read that correctly, yes: a dancer of my acquaintance would say "let's talk, Wake-up "). At 3:15 are the brand Fiat Idea rental, destination Linate. The electronic ticket escort me in Funchal, Madeira Island (as exotic names? Other than sabbu Camuggi dumenega Pra ) with a stopover in Lisbon.
The first note of color is given by the flight, served by TAP (Society of the Portuguese flag), clocked by ads in English and Portuguese ... just for someone like me who hates the girl out of all proportion Brazilian Paperissima, you can imagine the pleasure for hours to hear around me Surrogates of the strange frequency similar to the Genoese, of course, but unfortunately, like the girl of Paperissima. The greatest desire was thrown into a pond and then the end of Beethoven ... Nothing pond. Patience.
Madeira airport reminds me of Covent Garden, with all walls painted tiles. The landscape just makes me feel at ease, perhaps for this very Ligurian landscape that surrounds me, made of sea on one side and wooded hills on the other side.
The driver is a madman, running as if I had to undergo open heart surgery (another trip like that and I will for sure, this intervention) and the only way to defuse tension and groped to try to understand what he's telling me ... My fault: I said the only word I place in the Portuguese "obrigado", when you took care of my luggage, and now thinks he has faced at least a third cousin Toquinho. Of all the speeches I have understood only that Cristiano Ronaldo was born on the island, in the village of San Antonio. The rest is dispersed into nothingness, often during his tone of voice that would shiver down priest Jesus Christ Superstar .
Phew, I do many digressions: anyway, you get on board and now I have to specify to the receptionist that I do not want to be given the "you" (I'm only 27 years, eccheccà!) And a gentle electrical technician with me to my hermitage. It's official: I am a cruise.
I am writing from Deck 7, the bubbling whirlpool next to me on my head and a bright sun: a full stomach (at Costa Marina eat buffet at large) cup of coffee on the table and along the laptop. Met. Among
a bit 'I really put in motion: my first day at work is about to begin, it will disguise himself as a serious person. Until next time ...
... Back in the cabin, the day passed quickly and I found the receptionist and secretary to the Chief Commissioner of the gentle maidens who escorted me everywhere, especially in the for-me-maze-area crew. Dinner at the restaurant, the show at the theater (to the delight of the target, the elderly, for the vast majority, he performs an ultra-technical melodic Neapolitan singer, author of a pleasing succession of arias of operas and operettas internationally. Beautiful performance, bravo! ) and finally ends with a flourish with two classes at the crew bar. It turns out the light on the first day on board, we hope to sleep ... you know I always have great difficulty falling asleep ... zzz zzz zzz zzz

WEDNESDAY February 18
The alarm rings and in less than no time are in the shower (just as hot as I want it movingly ... ... we are all together a prayer of thanksgiving for the Teutonic San Boiler , protector of the mixers ), quick-change (seeeempre informal, as decided, ordered and perpetrated with my head) and breakfast (we all do with a prayer of thanksgiving for the French Croissant San , protector of the rich breakfast buffet).
Participates in the first three meetings of staff where I was pleasantly "pocketed", then more work, excellent lunch (noodles with meat sauce that deserve the gratitude of my stomach acid) and afternoon alternate between a bit 'of outdoor work (is a day of browsing, you can enjoy the breeze with the screen of the laptop to be my windscreen) and relaxation looking fellow that worked great with the guests.
After his recent engagements, it's time for dinner (the company, the waiters and the food make sure the high time of day) and then off to walk along the bridges with colleagues just met but with whom it was enough really just to feel at ease, leaving talk of life on board, the inevitable question about why he never worked on board (the short answer is "musical", but for the 'common interlocutor's speech must be inevitably described in more detail), and of course you fall to talk about the concept of radiopoppa , or "everyone knows everything about everyone, and you do not know what is invented. After all, every ship is a country and as you know the country is small and more and more people murmurs ... Nothing new, in fact.
I leave the other, ready for a nap, but when I decide to take the camera and groped a picture of the Moroccan and English banks, we are experiencing at that moment: mission failed miserably, as the machine is not really "professcional" , sin.
I light the lamp and I put in blankets, hoping to get some sleep because at dinner I ate some 'trop ... zzz zzz zzz zzz

THURSDAY February 19
This brings us to the last day of the trip. The alarm clock this morning really gave me trouble, maybe because I went to sleep Tardino yesterday, because I know that I want to pack up, and the thing I regret a lot (now that I began to juggle area guests, crew mess and above the bar of 'crew ... cruel fate). There is already moving on the bridges, the first trip is scheduled for eight o'clock and I at that time I sit down to breakfast with the lifeboats below me to separate the view from the nearby quay.
The clouds opened at the beginning of my last two "official duties" on board: Malaga welcomes us with sunshine and a temperature of the spring to sing. The work flows and here I am again in the cabin, committed against deja vu between shirts and pants, put on my traveling companion.
A lunch in the sun (my kids how hard it is to land), a couple of text messages (when will fly to Genoa?) And the classic coffee.
I know the air and the scent of a beautiful garden Malagueñon (you say so? I doubt very much) to the script of "Want to know mine?", Then stroll to the center dressed in their Sunday best (Malaga has been named European Capital for Culture 2016) and taxis, towards the airport.

And now? Well, now the beautiful voice sing in Sanremo Arisa "sincerity" to the accompaniment of Lelio Luttazzi (tomorrow scaricatevi video from YouTube, you will not regret ...). This
vuoldire that I'm back home. And that just ended three days of this are so many good memories, a wealth of experience and obviously I was missing - like all the new tracks - is mostly the hope of being able to convey even a bit 'of my enthusiasm and confidence I place in my company and the work I do.
To earn the respect of the border the road is still very, very, very long, I know, but you will have to begin somewhere, no?

Goodnight tut ...... zzz zzz zzz zzz

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recap ...

Uff you're right, it's been a lot of days. But in my defense (which you accept my apology or not, is not my business) I can say that these days have been straimpegnato and this post is an attempt (pathetic, I know ...) to summarize the events .

One important change was the recent return in goal at a competitive level, in the sense that friends Atletico Petone (Find them on Facebook, have created a specific group), which by the way not seen since graduation, were left without the two goalies and so they have deployed the-qui-me-this-same. What can I say. All at once the tension has returned the kick off, the adrenaline of the championships in Multedo, or almost always suffering (the game we had not even a panchinaro), the desire to do well ... I was satisfied that pretty good, if not for a heck of clumsy intervention (even today I have not given a plausible explanation) which led the opposition (of which I do not know even the name, did not interest me much) at 3-2. For the record, we lost 4-2, we could stay for hours to discuss the turn of the game that could have taken without my mistake. The fact is that the opponents have taken hold of the game from the start, going to door and collecting very often in the end only a fraction of what you have built. But at 2-2 the opposite of everything and anything could happen ... and in a sense, you could say that was it.
Needless to hide my disappointment, largely because not otherwise could not be satisfied with my performance, especially dreading leaving my rejected any court or wrong position. From those points of view, everything went smoothly. Waiting for next meeting, every Tuesday I keep "hot" with friends of the university center, by which I'm remembering the old teachings of my different preparations (all the Pastorino good, which over the last 2 years made me feel really Multedo important ... it seems like yesterday).

You get to last Saturday, great day for 2PW. The debut Collesalvetti - 15 months after a show in payment for our dear beloved promotion - actually began the previous day, with a phone call around 18. And 'John, the operator of the indoor stadium: terrible tornado in the country, building flooded, frozen blood, brain cleared, underpants full of m. .. oh well you understand, you need not concluding the ascending climax of the situation.
began a round of endless phone calls Mark to tell him, Eros - the only one hill - to ask for an inspection of the flight and the first appointment the next morning to find out our fate ... I go out at night, I enjoy along with a friend much needed relaxing evening and Jazz (see hustler in line!) and go to sleep with thoughts, words, notes and whisper.
The next morning the calls started again ... we can, we must leave. The operator of the Palace wants to cancel the first drop of new rain, but now need more than that to stop the troop.
Preparations spin on the show not bad, a huge deployment of forces for a show we wanted, we had to remember a long time.
In the briefing, ever so long and detailed, I was honest: bad weather there was little public suppose, and maybe even too "hot" ... But the legendary Joe Natta on Facebook had foreseen what has happened: "The story we will wrong, "she wrote on my wall, and the story gave me wrong. 162 spectators, like hot pancakes, the boys - all boys, the staff such as security, cashiers as engineers, the great emcee Alexander and the protagonists in the ring - have thrown their hearts to the public, and the result is was fantastic.
not hide the emotion in my debut in the control room, seeing what was happening in the stands. Next meeting April 11 at the next hill, log on 2PW official website for more details.

In the next intervention (tomorrow?) I will speak of two shows I saw recently at the theater, but both very different from each other interesting.

is closed then the hustler, and the spotlight will illuminate the Blue Ravecca , a village near St. Augustine's Square that offers great nights of live music in an intimate but at the same time free-range , both the good as exclusive. The acoustics are very good and the quality of the performers alone has built the reputation of this "appointed place" to live music in Genoa. Highly recommended to all lovers of music, strictly with the M capitalized.

you soon (maybe no, I assure you nothing ...)