Thursday, December 30, 2010
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Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Sunday, December 26, 2010
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TO ALL THE FRIENDS OF THE FOOT great hope of the Holy and Merry Christmas.
Monday, December 20, 2010
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Tuesday, December 14, 2010
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The hot and sultry days of July are difficult to bear in the country. The air is so heavy to consume all energies, even breathing requires effort.
is the second hard, hard summer Rafael passes in Italy, to work in the "White Horse Ranch." More terrible hot asfisiante for a keeper of horses, there is only the big chill. In January and February when the ice covers all thing and freezes any movement, even the most subtle.
two years ago he left his homeland, his family, his life, the real one made of emotions, dreams, hopes, difficulties and even failures, but always shared with loved ones, that where the hard work has paid off in the evening when you come home, see the smile of your wife and your daughters plays that tell you what they learned in school. It
spent almost a year since he managed to return to Romania for a few weeks since the last time she saw her children. Nina, his wife came to visit him rather recently, there was only a few days, but when the difficulties require such a sacrifice we learn to truly appreciate the immense value contained in the expression "only a few days."
Every evening, after finishing to distribute the hay, after ten hours of toil and sweat, after having dinner with the family of his employer, Rafael across the field to get sand in his small apartment behind the saddle. Around him, darkness and silence, broken only from barking dogs. It's like a ritual that is repeated at the end of each day, a short time set in the path from the house to the building of the upholstery. In that short stretch of road is free to think what can not stand this life. Two shoveling manure times a day in each box, in every paddock, and the smell of horse is imprinted on his clothes and his skin. But this is not: he loves all this , loves "his" horses, the only friends in this foreign land, the only ones who are not only meeting to tell him to do something, to be faster, to cure Pablo and the leg to fix the fence, the only ones who do not look at him smugly while moving bales of hay in the hot sun, the only people who would ask if they could talk to in the morning "how are you?".
is this indifference, this pathetic air of superiority, this distance that Rafael would wash away with the smell of manure mixed with mud or bare ground. But the soap is not enough.
Moreover there is still little, a few months, a couple of years at most, and then will return to his family to return to live a dignified life and happy.
Hundreds of miles away, a girl of six years while his mother weeps disinfects the knee after a fall from the bicycle and reassures her that when learning to ride is easy to fall, but then gets up and puts you in saddle, the next day.
His father does not know who is falling, which is now frightened. Maybe he thinks that soon he will teach her to ride to and maybe we can not guess the surprise waiting for him to see that have already learned. And even if you do not know what that is, already beset by the regret of not being able to see that first fall.
Friday, December 10, 2010
How To Write Catchy Invitation
E 'be in here talking to you, from my narrow hole in the prison . An escape-proof fortress. The prison in question, that they are locked up, does not exist.
E 'why it is so difficult to escape. It has no bars, no cells, no guards. Nor has a perimeter of high walls and barbed wire.
No heavy security door. There is a reference to it.
In fact, it has no interior.
I can not escape from this prison, but This does not mean that sometimes we do not try. I know that other people are locked up, I hear, I see them, but they are there with me. I see them in the cage, I do not know if they see me. All those who like me are locked up they struggle and get frustrated. If you want to imagine it, is one of the infernal circles. Burroni of sharp rocks, flames that are burning back. Human figures, dirty, chained, who complain and drag.
I'm alone in this. In this prison, I can move freely, and this is the reason why I can not leave. Everywhere I go, are always trapped. There is no place where it can go, but they are strangely still inside. With difficulty I have tried many Sometimes a tunnel to escape, and when I thought of finding it, I have embarked on, but I did not know that the output was always the slammer. Years passed between anger and sadness, spent whole years to devise plans to escape to leave behind the cage. I did not know that outside of the prison there is always a prison.
Sometimes, I was convinced I escaped, I was happy to have found freedom, until they beat back the face against the bars.
metal bars that do not play when the beat. Bars
smoke.
Bars that do not exist.
are locked in this prison because I'm locked up there.
There are no maps or blueprints of this place is a maze that changes, that changes its corridors based on where I move. The ethereal
prison.
The eternal prison.
I just have to try one last time. The last bold attempt to escape by a prisoner tired. The only thing that remains to be tested is to stop wanting to escape.
Who knows, maybe this time I can.
Monday, December 6, 2010
In The Buff With Older Women
My journey in Colombia began a month ago. He wanted to be a great journey in search of the wisdom of this war-torn nation for centuries, a people of so many different ethnic backgrounds but united by a common destiny. Sitting at the table of my apartment in Rome I can distinctly taste the memories and it seems to me to go walking down there. Aracataca to breathe the smell of the pages written by Gabriel Garcia Marques, and they felt as if the voices of contributing in every corner of the street, as if we were magically landed in the mythical village of Macondo, where in a house out of the time you hear the sighs of Amaranta Ursula and Aureliano. In this magical place, the streets overlooked by the balconies of beautiful old colonial houses, colorful strokes of the flowers, which feels distinctly the smell of war and history, in this corner of the world in which we see towering up to challenge the sky and skyscrapers just beyond degradation and the mud of the slums, in this land incredibly rich in tradition and energy, I have tried the meaning of human life.
I found the scent of the sun rising on the horizon and caress the roofs of the cabins here in the suburbs, I felt the warmth of its rays on the bare dusty ground in Colombia, I saw the faces of beautiful women so that instead of envy or jealousy aroused in me only admiration and delight, I saw the mixture of colors so incredible that I did not think could be really, I heard the voice of freedom in the songs of children playing in bare feet, the warmth of the love of a mother forced from poverty to prostitute herself and selling her body to raise his son, the meaning of true happiness in guffaws of two girls jumping rope and have fun just like that, even gets on your clothing without the need to have expensive toys and the perfect playground.
Here I thought I would find answers to what happiness is and where does it lead the search for the meaning of our existence. I found the look of an old man sitting on the edge of a road and I saw the incredible light that reflected the eyes of the man who in life never had anything and never asked for anything more than that void, because in reality maybe he had it all.
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
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Presented the Giro in 2011, was presented, May 13, the stage with uphill finish to Montevergine but with the interesting variation of the stairs from the side of the mountain Taburso Frasso Telesino, 100km in total. Once again, the SOP will be there, going for the entire stage and meeting the Tour on the final climb. Here's the elevation and floor plan of the stage.
Saturday, October 23, 2010
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From November 3 will be open for the Hills 9, 2011. The team plans to enroll immediately in order to get a better grid position.
Anyone wishing to participate and requested to communicate to the undersigned by Friday 29 e-mail, blog, facebook or cel. 3295667247. Or you can inform the President or Mr. Simonelli. Mario Mercadante. The fee will be € 50 + € two commissions credit card.
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Thursday, October 21, 2010
Saturday, September 25, 2010
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24/09/2010 The dinner was held the final of the fiscal year. After the thanks of Captain Mercadante have opened the "dance". As you can see from the photos the "senators" of the group gift without honor in the past but the first bike at the table.
present Sponsor:
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| Before the start - right wing |
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| Felice Ciccone and Attorney Giannini (the tamer of Barbotto) |
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| Without Words |
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| The grim looks do not bode well |
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| Mario Vecchione - The patience personified |
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| the tamer of Barbotto is on the run! |
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| Group - Left wing |
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| Sponsors: Mimmo AZ Glass and Carmine Amato DECO ' |
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| Prime GPM |
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| The Hill of Cozza - Last part before the final sprint of the sweet |
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| concentrates first the final volatone |
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| is discussed on the race |
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| President John Simonelli |