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Saturday 12 marzo.Filighera (Pavia)

But today was to find out who holds the finance
a crop of basil plants in the garden opposite the store where I live?
belin ..... and go but I need to explain to us the ointment for my rheumatism ....
vuikipedia fact as can be confirmed as a medicinal plant,
leaves and flowering tops are used to prepare infusions
sedative, antispasmodic digestive tract,
stomachic and diuretic, antimicrobial, anti-inflammatory.
Basil is also used against indigestion and as a vermifuge. How
mouthwash is indicated against inflammation of the mouth. The oil is
used to massage the body parts affected by rheumatism or painful.
In India it is used as a supplementary treatment for stress, asthma and diabetes. In addition to
us the sauce I prefer .....
but you rightly could not care less ....
Back to the point.
I have just released .... but not enough time to go with the team. Fortunately
taken by the princess Ariadne human pity, throws me a rope.

Departure at 15.30. North side of the stadium.
And it rains .......
But the princess, accompanied by mother Anita
that will drive the car, arrives on time.
Ole .. you parte.destinazione Filighera. The journey proceeds
positivo.Caffè autogrill.
Then some logical logistical problem to reach the goal.
Along the way you open a discussion on the two young Joshua and Scorpio. It seems
should participate in the real battle.
and intervention that the doctor will make together with Daniele Raco
to invite Mr. Lothar to the talk show.
There will be trusted?
After some confusion on the route to be taken
to your destination, here we are Filighera.
And here we are in front of the building where the event will be held.
Actually ..... the site seems to be very very small ...
and away from pizzerias and restaurants .....
I open the door ..... and as always happens to me
greet the place that will host the evening with a bow.

the ring are training new recruits and the team of Genoa,
I am glad to see them and it is mutual.
Salvatore and Alberto are warming,
Alberto has a little fever, but tells me not to worry.
I know the people of Liguria and I know they have great temperament.
I am pleased to note that one of the three new students enrolled in Genoa
is also in the ring. Thomas bene.Ha
promises years of experience in the martial art of judo moves and
already know to be the first month of experience.
Two other new signings are Marcello and Nicola and soon I hope to give
more news on their characteristics. Daniel
the ring is trying falls.
around various wrestlers arrive in dribs and drabs. Here come
Red devil as always greets us with the utmost respect. Here come Mr.
excellent.Si close to the ring, look at Daniel ....
noticed a inaccuracy in a year.
then blurted out invites Daniel to come down from that ring .... ouh ouh .... but how?
That guy was doing his honest workout and was doing very good developments. And this comes
muttering.
And the good that his fellow gang of bad guys
stresses licks it with sarcasm.
Mah ... we do knot around our companion ...
and fortunately everything seems end there. Then Mr. Excellent
always approaches me and asks me
why should I not be there to train.
strutting say that I am a carer .... a butler.
And this is already the second interview that day happens to me ...... Changing attitude
Then he asks me if I mean music and sound ....
sure you answer that!
In my time I was a singer in many bands and played in many dance halls ....
He nods and offers me to manage the affairs of the music that the athletes have
as revenue during the anthem.
He points to the work tools and the traces of the athletes will be working during the evening. From a distance
I regret that Dr. looks at me with a smile ....
surely must be thinking that render good service here.
the rest is my night off to be there .... and relegated to the music makes me proud.
me back in the days when the basement of the old Fred
I turn the discs at 45 and 33 rpm ..... While the wrestlers run
famous spot to advertise the event on April 16 in Lodi,
the two-hundredth of the federation, the guys finish the workout.
Valerie and Anita came with the pizza ... and I refreshed the team.
In less than an hour begins the event.

Ore 20.45
thus takes position at the table where he will direct the sound. I introduce myself to
Director of the Federation Mr. Manuel Orlandi,
presenting the evening to the public.
He asks me to put some music to warm the room waiting for the event. I'm an old-fashioned
..... I put a song from the Sex Pistols, "Anarchy in the UK"
and everlasting torment of Deep Purple "Smoke on the water".
Unfortunately, this position will not be able to move easily,
then I can not describe what happens backstage.
The director gives me a sign that the show can begin.
I leave with the music of introduction. Unfortunately
known that the PC mouse is difettoso.Speriamo I do not create problems.
Yes, because belina is not a task I was assigned.
from me that will scan every part of the Ciack incontro.Ogni athlete to enter my street,
every victorious athlete should state his music, and if I'm wrong ...
that someone may never pick on a bad ...
from me also start the gong that will give away to the meetings. And here
Orlandi Daniele Raco greets the audience along with Dr. Sorrow.
He gets a standing ovation.

But here is presented the first incontro.Match valid for the Italian title of torque.
The music and enter the challengers to the title: the disc samba!
... or the giant Brazilian Marcio Silva
pluricinturato and the "jewel" Andres Diamond.
And here are the title holders: Emperor Kaio Glomp e. ..... .... .... Lothar himself.
He had not yet seen inside the building, but has now dropped the deep freeze.
He stops briefly in front of Dr. Daniel and Sorrow.
He looks menacing. Then the director called
the ring, starting with the gong.
A very intense match, won in a semipulita samples. Returning
backstage Lothar even mumbles something to Genoa.
But I'm so caught up in preparing the groundwork for the second meeting
and I can not eavesdrop. The referee

Henry Bone gives way to his colleague Daniel Vettori. For both
I esteem.
But you know what a referee should be prepared to conduct a meeting? They allenamenti.E
courses .... more often there as the piñata buscando ....
.... Ahhhhhh ..... how many think the referee Moreno chop ..... ah ah ah!
So the pirate Davy white "Doploon face of the Italian Light Heavyweight Champion Dynamite jo.
I will not describe the meeting.
will read the details of the meetings if you want on the site dell'Icw.
But I tell you that thanks to his finisher "Jolly Roger", the attacker wins the match wins
access to the finals for the Italian UEWA
tournament to be held in Oslo, Norway May 21, 2011.
play the gong and I Starting his theme.A Actually the mouse gives me some problems, but the frontman
Orlandi gives me a sign that everything is going great ok.Sto. Yes .. but
speriam that this mouse does not crush me is tendinitis ...

The next match is valid for inter-regional title. So
are reminded of our true champion Mariel
absent in the house because of the big brother in Albania. But part of the self-
music sample GM
continues to proclaim that despite the negative opinion of the federation.
So that his opponent's shock, the former companion pair of GMOs.
It 's the first to win the match in a dirty and maintain not deserve the title. Despite
cheating the referee gives the sentence. Diligently
sound the gong and the song of the winner.

And here I was waiting for the moment.
Manuel Orlandi calls Raco and Dr. Sorrow
to enter the ring and to the long-awaited announcement.
is then presented the idea Kombat komedian.
Go back to talk about the feud began with Lothar in San Martino Siccomario.
the message sent by him to the talk show of Dr. Sorrow, inviting
then register the next episode for clarification and reconciliation. Finally
is the announcement that the two training partners Josh and Scorpio
participate, along with Daniel, the real battle will be fought in minutes. Before leaving the
kombat komedian is keen to present the next athlete in the race. The Genoese
Red Devil.Che fight against Mr. Excellent.

and win against the latter, but is cowardly attacked by Kobra
his next opponent in the tournament. With one leg
battered hero
Genoa back in the locker room knowing he would soon face the final. In the midst of all this
INVEX no longer understand a Crikey ......
Luckily comes the break of 10 minutes.
I put some background music, I walk away from your desk for a moment .... A cigarette
smoked greedily, a trip to the bathroom.
I greet in the backstage to the boys who are ready for real battle.
return hastily to my desk.
But I can not see down the hall in the twilight
a shade that reminds me of something .... the silhouette of someone who ...
return to the table I start a music and Manuel Orlandi again with the show.
Then a flash ....
hours to think of it I knew who owned the shadows just glimpsed. Yes ... a
Lothar.Speriamo is not harboring some other revenge. And
ecco.faccio from the song that precedes the real battle.

The 20 athletes who will participate are coming in groups.
... here's the boys academy dell'ICW london .... but no ..... Daniel Joshua
Scorpio and perplexed look back ... but now can not turn back.
Dr. Sorrow nods ... he'll continue to address the issue.
I can not move from the place damn ......... The battle
inizio.Son so upset that delay the sound of the gong.
Meanwhile, a wrestler leaves the ring from the top rope, and as expected
the conclusion of the meeting is deleted.
not lose it for the back for its submission.
But only flying off the top rope. The flaps flying
ovunque.i slaps come in surround sound.
Joshua and Scorpio appear cavarsela.Prendono and damage to fifty percent ... but ... but ...
Ma ... no ..... out Backstage Lothar approaching a fury in the ring .... AIH
I see evil.
started playing at everybody like they're singing bowls.
and then pounced on the two boys Genoa.
I get up ... soak the postazione.Grido ... I urge the two training partners.
But the fury of the riders is violent ... blinded by the worst poison. Li
strozza.Li catapult fuori.Si deletes itself out in turn.
not stop the revenge on the two boys.
want to give them a fine lesson in red at the event complained of Phoenix.
But this time the team is divisa.Il doctor is looking for Daniel.
I am forced to the table ....
and resume position I complain to the manager of the behavior of the centaur.
But I realized just in time that only two contenders remain in the ring. With cunning
Omega eliminates the opponent wins the match.
Arrrrrggghhhh! I'm still skimming the nervous .....
But I need to concentrate on the next meeting.

And well .... after all this slaughter, a very nice women's definitely quieter minds ... but only ... eheh
The two wrestlers in fact, besides being beautiful are actually both very good. And certainly not disfigure
towards colleagues. Lisa
Crash and queen Maya. Sure ... that
Miss Maya queen ... it is a bit of a peppietta ... full of itself. But
good by .... Known throughout invexendata
Arianna .... watch the meeting with the eyes ...
but the soul is on that ring.
few years she will contest the seat belt.
Speriam the old Frank would still be here to count ... heh heh.
A particular element of the whole evening was a little girl ....
a minute bimbina of 5 or 6 years.
But you have no idea what he shouted to the whole event .... a phenomenon! He was reprimanded and Lothar
Kaio.Aveva diminished GM ... eh eh ...
now if he was taking with the queen Maya.
Incredible ..... one of the special aspects of the game show is this. The
interact with the public.
especially the most young.
to which we must make it clear that this is a beautiful but dangerous sport.
What is the part you are training academy and as so raw .... year after year.
That it suddenly goes home ...
Ritorniam meeting. Who will be able to choose the conclusion of that meeting will be held in the event n 200. And in the end wins
Lisa Schianto.Un applause .... but also to its rival.
really deserves it.

And here we are in the main event.
But first, here again announced that Manuel and Daniele Raco Dr. Sorrow .... thank goodness.
notizie.E Finally we have seen that both are there, I think reassuring.
is explained that Daniel, by some unidentified
had been locked in a bathroom ...
And I can imagine ... from whom the shadow down the hall.
"All's well that ends well" ... as he said Ten, faithful companion of Nick Carter ......
I run the music of Kobra after that cowardly attack Red Devil
the face in a match valid for the Italian title.
The pain seems to get along even if Genoa egregiamente.Ma eventually must give way.
Caught in a submission move loses the contest .... Arriva
throughout the lodge to celebrate the victory of the P3 slimy Kobra
and still rage on the red devil exhausted.
But in his defense come all the wrestlers Face. The lodge is at a high rate
away showing cinture.Tutte still in their possession.
At this point the director Manuel Orlandi salutes and thanks all those present. And he refers to the appointment
n 200.A Lodi.Il April 16. I
to give a final touch of class to the evening and leave with a memorable piece of history.
"Eye of Tiger" by Survivor.
And that's all.
After removing the ring together, the greetings, the bye and travel to Genoa.
The party machinery is divided after the break in roadside restaurants.
the end came to the gym, I greet warmly thanked Anita and Arianna :-)
still raining and windy, but even if I'm bathing in scooter,
am so happy the day that I feel :-) And as summer
Ten said, proud associate of Nick Carter: "The sages say: all's well that ends well"
and Patsy concluded, "and the last to close the door!" :-)

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Porzius vitae et mortis

-Part-I-day in Hades


The crowd noise was a faint roar that came in waves punctuated thwarted since the basement. The oppressive heat

mixed smell of blood and excrement seemed to rise from the sewers of hell. Exhalation who knew only too well and burned the nostrils and the throat preventing him almost to breathe.

was his moment, he knew awaited him an opponent in the arena.

Suddenly he heard the thought of death that grabs his legs as a postulant in despair, he chased him angrily, but close to the stomach clenched guts for stealing a moment every force in the body.

realized he was creeping into his mind the fear, doubt, uncertainty.

"No, no!" He shouted to himself. It was not to be overwhelmed by fear, not now. For the gods, not now!

"I am the strongest," he said several times, beating his chest with the flat of the sword.

The pain spread like a spider web of fire on his chest and revived him in anger and envy for a life without freedom. Only tears, violence and terror had remained as companions in this life, even if you could call it that this sadistic representation.

As far seemed to him the days spent by a person free. Days dotted with love and serenity, but which were buried for centuries. Remember that now belonged to another man. Men? He could still be called as a humanity which had been stolen? This question, however, he did not make sense in either space.

The door swung open suddenly accompanied by the sound of rusty hinges straining on the wood. He was hit by intense light from the sun. The air was thick with the shouts of the crowd went crazy for the show obscene. Mouth breathing trying to extract from every breath of fresh air he needed the strength to live until the end.

Rapid meters to climb up into the arena.

His cry at that hostile world was screaming animal, deep throaty and not so much directed at his opponent, but to his fate.

eyes transfigured with rage did not see the spectators thronged the stands but only those who stood before him.

The wrestler was at the heart of this cruel theater and waited nonchalantly swinging his sword at his side.

seemed not a man, but a barrier, a barricade erected against another satisfactory day of life.

armed as he was dirty and a short sword and a round shield. The helmet was only open on the front and thus allowed him to see the glassy eyes of his antagonist, a lost look on the crowd or perhaps just indifferent, even to their fate, the Wrapped had a bright red waist band.

He understood then why the guards had made tie as a belt that piece of blue cloth, making it recognizable duelists to bettors.

The other appeared robust, with powerful legs and had often leather protections on the shins. He was wearing a light armor, like his, which covered the shoulders and the chest, but left open the belly and a portion of the sidewall. This allowed the particular type of wound that extends the time the show expanding the agony of the gladiators. The crowd, made drunk with the blood, so he could enjoy more time for the battle.

These thoughts ran fast in his brain, lightning which lightens the situation and helped him make the best decision to win.

generally opposed men with different weapons, but in this case the draw was decided.

Curiously, while evaluating his opponent seemed to perceive the other as a reflection of himself. For a moment she saw the mirror. It was only an impression in his mind, fleeting and terrible, which passed very fast leaving behind only a note of wonder, a kind of delirious estrangement from harsh reality, but now there was no time for thoughts ... It was time to fight, even kill.

Now there was only the present.

A shot then another, fast and accurate attacks follow one another while the clang of the blades like an echo bouncing between the high fences of the amphitheater. The seeming nonchalance of his opponent is completely gone. He fights with ferocity and a significant force. The shots of both are accompanied by grunts and the heavy exhale that help in the effort. Apart from this macabre musical theory between the two fighters, the silence is total. The crowd is usually noisy kidnapped for a few moments from the energy of this duet.

His intuition precedes the opponent's blow, And 'a shot, which struck deaf and strong top-down directly on his shield and gives a sharp pain in his left arm, while the bronze transmits the vibration of impact that penetrates right to the bone. His hand, however, is tempered by training and despite the powerful blow can not lets go.

The fight for life usually lasts a few seconds. Rarely go over minutes, but for those who fight moments seem eternal.

So after the first attacks, the breath becomes short.

He inhales deeply and just shoot the forces he launches into a fake. First right and then, with a quick jump to the left. A move that has repeated many times during training and will surprise the enemy. Gives him a short window of opportunity between the armor and shield, because he made the mistake of lingering over the odds with the latter up.

Almost no time to reflect, the blade slips like a snake with a narrow upright and blow it touches. Penetrates a few centimeters in the side, opening a cut that looks like a smile. But does not sink as well, or might get caught between the coasts.

"Just four fingers, the cut reaches the internal organs" So they had taught. Quick

portrays the body and the blade, while the gush of red blood draws wave lapping on the sand and the left foot with large drops hot. The public finally explodes in a chorus of amazement. That's step back

avoids the thrust of the enemy that it slightly. Then, the surprise for the wound does not have the courage necessary for the antagonist to badger.

again reunite both guard. Experience teaches that a shot like this is not enough. The wound is probably serious, but still leaves too much life. In a place where you decide everything in a matter of seconds, minutes count as so much time in decades, the fortunes can change dramatically.

"It 's more useful to walk around," he thinks moving along a circle drawn close to the ideal warrior struck, like a cat waiting for the right time.

people screaming in the stands who wants to see fight. There is no place on this stage of sand for mercy. The other

Caracalla few steps back, throws the shield to the ground and the hand which held it first now it presses hard against the wound to slow the bleeding that he would lose consciousness in a short time. A decision which deprives it of an important protection, but which of necessity must give up.

opponent's hand turns more and more of the same crimson as if emerging from the side of a big scarlet carnation.

Every action seems to slow down, they are eternal seconds before a new contact and the mind becomes silent.

The audience screams exasperated by the expectation, but he does not hear almost anything, senses alert, the view increasingly acute and colors of objects under the light shine, a light that almost blinds.

Drops sweat flowing from under his helmet that weighs a ton. Turn jerked his head to get rid of. A drop of salt water into his eyes make him blind for a moment and instead the eyes must remain fixed on those of the opponent.

feels the fear of a wave as it reaches infect.

"Focus", urges himself. "Do not waste the opportunity, perhaps the gods will smile today."

Here, the breathing is back to normal, he felt again the strength in the arms and legs, it's time.

Sferra two quick shots, but the other para them well, although the weakness perceived by the enemy blade held with less force.

Then, even moments Long as a life and resumed the fight, close the duelists hours, swords intertwined, the muscles that push, buttocks contracts in a spasm, neither able to advance on the other.

"It 's still strong," but thinks it has a good chance in Serbia and not let her get away. It is a soothing absorbing the momentum of the other, transferring the weight in your heels like a spring and returns to the way the push of a bent branch and then suddenly released.

E 'making a push with your shield, unexpected and elastic. The wounded enemy staggers, stumbles, rests on one knee. Try a decomposed reaction to avert the end he feels next. Lengthens his sword to defend the exposed position, waving the sword right and left like a broom that will keep away the dust, but is slow. The gesture is too weak and does not have time to get up from the kneeling position because he's almost over.

The sword of the other weak arrives on his shield, as he passes over it his blade. Grazing the edge, rising unexpectedly and this time is inside the opponent's defense. Log in well with the toe of the net in the neck, just below the ear where there is no protection of the helmet, and sank the blade coming out the other side as in butter.

A lateral continuity of the attack and the wound open more as it parades and pulls the iron out of reach for a counterattack unexpectedly. A precaution that is useless for his fortune.

The other leaves the sword and brings both hands around his neck. While lapilli of blood leaving the mortal wound to the rhythm of systolic heart.

Piscia life right on the sand of that hole and you hear a strange hissing sound.

"It 's perhaps the silent scream of death?", He asks in a moment of clarity, the survivor.

The enemy fell face forward, while the buttocks and legs for some time to have seizures. They dance the last dance tragic.

"I live, I'm still alive," he thinks as a breath of fresh air inflates his chest like a bellows. E 'drenched in sweat. The tension, however, will not abandon and skin stings like invisible hit by thousands of pins.

Slowly return the hearing, and with it the music of this crazy world. He hears the laughter of the vulgar people, and as its name stands out: "Por-zius! Por-zius." It 's the name the Romans gave it and that is punctuated by the audience in the stadium.

's really a meager gain that reputation over the cost to continue the perpetuation, but this is its price, at least for now. It makes one last look at the dead body that looks like a puppet pale and ragged. "Now you're finally free," he thinks with sadness. "It might have been better if ... No, better not think about it", chased away from his head that this observation could weaken his desire of life.

"This was the last. Today it is over," thinks finally removing his helmet and heads for the basement. The dark secret of waiting for him to swallow, but also to accommodate it.

He ran his hands through his hair wet tired, and greets the sun leaves behind a long sigh condemned.

Novel in Progress ...

Wearing A Black Bandana

belin but ........... but you heard what he said lothar?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Ykdtoq9fbw

belin but ........... but you heard what he said Lothar ?
already that I have from Mr. Lothar detto.A me this I would even ....
is a trained fighter, big, nice and heavy as I like .....
... But for precisely for this reason that I should be red hot to see him so the cuggiono touchy ...
lesson in etiquette he calls it ....
The treacherous attack on the good red Phoenix certainly
already tired from the real fight has had to yield to the fury of the giant biker ...
since I was very excited about such a victory, but when
began to rage beyond measure I immediately buried the good intentions.
And I am glad that Dr. sorrow has motivated us to intervene.
For boys are a bit ... but the mascot that night when I was asked to follow the ring did not hesitate ...
generic horrors? .... Says no to genetic errors .... but it does not change, Beland!
apart from me that I have some physical defect .... the boys are all very good and robust constitution ...
sober, natural sunlight.
Raco, CICC ... fat guy who makes the comic? Ouh ouh ... AMIX SCI, but no tobacco. eh?
but how dare he? Yes ... it is a little fat, eh, eh .....
and it is true that he's a good comic. But
is undergoing a sacrifice.
And that fat there, which is also a good comedian,
I think sooner or later pay it to him ... If I pay belin beliscimmu ... oh oh!
I love it when it's his line "if you do not like you do the mushroom"
never laugh so much that I soffoco.ah
about ah .... the doctor told me to contact him.
wants to turn another of his episodes ...
and calm the soul wants to invite his tolcsciòv ..
(so we read that you write but talk show) :-)
also Mr. Lothar ....
Mah .... I feel a burning smell ....
I have my doubts that it will be resolved in a Trallallero ....
'd better watch out .....
this says that wants to break his leg ...
says that we suck and we want to hunt ...
belin ..... but if we just got !!!!!!!!!
In the meantime I have to pack .....
The doctor and the boys leave for Filighera near Pavia
perl'evento dell'ICW number 199, and asked me to follow them.
Speriam do not end up involved in any scuffle .... So if she should know to
ASAE Sâ ASAE eg sâsissa knows .... seems Giox beard who works as did the massacan.

Snowboards Ontario Cheapest

translation: The pitcher goes so often ...

As already commented in another forum, I add the broth a little chat with my prepositions broader.

arrived in the halls "127", the true story of a lone hiker who stumbled into a landslide, and remains a prisoner is released from a seemingly hopeless situation with an amputation. The title refers to the hours of agony of this poor fellow.

I already knew the news from the chronicle, the story was really dramatic; Since in reality the poor guy has had to cut the arm with a boxcutter and then walked under the sun for forty miles, all this after spending days of immobility under a rock that had rolled on him and was keeping the limb. This unfortunate

argues that this experience changed his life (he's wrong) and now for him, nothing is impossible, or so he says.
successfully conducts seminars of motivation (very popular in USA) where he teaches his "secret" to succeed in life.
Eventually, punctual as a promissory note, in this story have made the film.

It 's really a "happy end", in line with the view (very American) that everyone is master of his fate, ignoring anything that amuses fate as that statement.
It seems obvious that the appointment is only delayed, our favorite has not won certain death, had only an extension of a few tens of thousands of days, at least I hope for him.

If I wanted to point out about this intense adventure, at least there are many circumstances that could have been wrong, despite all efforts by the protagonist, but just saying "it was not his time" is not as beautiful as representing a story of triumph on the Great Lawn.

interesting to note that in modern society (?) The emphasis is often on the almost infinite possibilities of man, on his ability to dominate nature, animals, Life, thanks to the wondrous discoveries of science. These wonders as free human beings from the yoke of random events, poverty and disease.

also live in a democratic society, the human rights are respected and protected by a system that on paper is efficient and fair.

Too bad you do not live on paper.

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Looking around it, I see all this independence, this pioneering positivist, this original uniqueness of every life finally brought to bloom.
I only see many people sad, conformity and approval that has not even remotely those qualities which, however, for some unknown reason, the model is attributed to the so-called "well-known examples" where, according to personal interest, is inspired.

The concept of progress, now widely shared, is linked to the idea again. Inevitably is replaced tradition with the avant-garde.

The risk is not calculated with the bath water is that you throw away the baby, that is, giving up a priori to what existed to change it with something new, and better, you give up in fact a system that actually worked better.

Flying with magnanimity on fashions and attitudes that plague outward now all that remains is to note the absolute poverty of original ideas.
Most of the dialectic then, is today in a statement (trivial) and its negation.

The analysis ends before it even begins riamanendo confined to a discussion of "Bar Sport ", without further support to its principles fideists considerations to one side or to a preconceived pattern.

The prevailing model refers to the football discussion, Manichean and pointless. The objective analysis is a foreign land, with no reasons your brain, not even by mistake.

surprised to learn that looking beyond appearances, even for some obscure reason, most of us gives a portion of those qualities that embody the man with the "U" capitalized maybe not as "Man of Achievement" proposed by the company, but enough.
This identification mechanism widely used let me always with a big smile.

But who is this "Man of Achievement"?

is usually represented (sold?) As a strange animal composed of different parts assembled. A piece of "Marlboro Man", another of Padre Pio, but with the shrewdness of a manager rampant. He has the face of actor, athletic body, the spirit of a poet, the heart of a bullfighter, and the need, the pea Rocco Siffredi.

The same is true, but with appropriate changes of the optionals, to the "successful woman".
This fantastic animal, this chimera, it is clear that there is or ever will exist.
Where have we ever seen a being with a mixture of elements as diverse and totally positive? Just to the movies and comics.

So then the "people" indulge, shall we say, by attributing a kind of virtuous power. " Maybe

did not dare to clothe itself in these qualities in public, but inwardly thought it had, however, that quality does not represent in any cause but only because it is justified, he had better things to do or was just unlucky in life.
But if something does not occur on no occasion is it not reasonable to think that there?
This simple fact does not affect the state of somnambulism of these "Sons Progress "in the light path of darkness that accompanies them.

No wonder you do not recognize in this picture ... They never look in the mirror.

is that this human being, attributing characteristics semidivine, that is thought to have almost complete control of life (but where?), Develops, more or less consciously, an arrogance that alienates them from the World, by Nature and perhaps even God certainly differs from its similar dall''esistenza, giving up the serenity of flowing into the great river of life with conscious humility.

life instead, adhering to this model so popular, it becomes a competition. A frantic race which is no longer enough to have, but the imperative is to consume ... conusmare and the new, no need to repeat it.

It 'obvious that these pseudo philosophies are just petty marketing operations.

Come about in brand advertising as mannequins in a shop, you are practically the "complaint" and we like to ambulatory as well.

Wealth, in this today, not even the most scupolo of decency and is presented as a virtue in disregard of the poor. All
the end you sit at the table with the Devil without further justification that this board is very long.

You feel so sheltered from liability just because you are away from the source problems, forgetting that it's just a play of perspectives.

Ultimately we do not want to approach the mystery of life, we prefer a lie plausible rather than surrender to what is greater than ourselves.
It also happens that some of the void, which make up the vast majority of the planet, it is curious to classes a couple of weekends to discover and develop these alleged capabilities. The market

occult or religion offers a broad portfolio of products. These gentlemen who have never deign to consider seriously if the first thing they are willing to pay the price for some people to become 'freer are convinced that is enough hours of "special effects" to heal the damage of a lifetime.

commitment

the intention is commendable, but the results are nearly laughable.

Perhaps we should remind these samples that the greatest obstacle to knowledge is not ignorance but the illusion of knowledge.

However it seems to me that "first and foremost, you should be aware of the bleak emptiness that exists within us and also by the pretentious facade we present to the world with a more or less convincing mask of self-deception, this time for begin.

our operations and actions then, that we consider so important are nothing more than scribbles on this morally blank world.

Instead, it touches very little doubt in this regard and investigation is not even considered. It goes directly to the cashier to try to collect the prize, amazed to find, most times, one hand in front and one behind, in the words of my grandmother.

Now, trying to gloss over the banality that is always lurking in the comments to such situations it is worth reflecting on a couple of considerations, at least in my humble opinion.

The first is that we know next to nothing and want to look good, we do everything possible not to test us to know.
truly be naked in front of itself is not a trivial matter. If we applied half intelligence and commitment that we use to fill our stomachs, chasing the opposite sex and elbowing in life to have trivial objects, we would have the strength and long enough to have good information on our claims under our pettiness and hidden from art. The second consideration

however, more subtle, is that each experience is not transferable to others.
lighting or more prosaically, intuition, depends on who lives the experience and when the living, but also demand that dwells within him. Whether this question is made consciously or unconsciously.
In particular it seems to me that trying to share the lessons learned at a great price with the mass of human beings, often mesmerized by the daily grind, it's like to think that chewing a cigarette butt may help someone fast to solve mathematical equations.

I do not mean, however, only extreme events, sensational events, wars, pestilence, plagues of locusts or heroic acts to limit overtime, but I want to focus on small insights that occur in everyday life, often revealing the reality for what it is.
How often happened to each of us that words, images captured on the fly worlds have opened up unexpected in our lives? It will not be happened very often, but it happens.

As already written first and then we all stumble into the truth, but usually it gets back up and keep walking ... as if nothing had happened.
Perhaps it would be more honest to admit that we love our chains and even the bravest man afraid of himself.