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Remote Capture Software For Fujifilm Camera
Trace complete GPS GR20
Shortly you will see and download (for free) from this site a complete record of the route, with journey times, the exact altitude, calories burned, steps and changes in heart rate, for at every stop.
MANFREDI SALEMME
The trip was made from day 1 to day 15 June 2010, from Calenzana basin, yet snowfields, but with 14 days of good weather and one rainy day (the last).
Track and heart rate (Garmin Dakota)
Metabolic Holter (Sensormedics)
tent and backpack (Ferrino)
Footwear (Gronell)
Power (Loacker)
Clothing (Salewa)
Computer (Apple)
Monitoring the medical / scientific (University of Verona - Department of Sport Sciences)
Which Episode Vegeta Likes Bulma
- One Step Away -
And after almost a year ...
In the wake of Elisa, a little tribute to Love.
[Fandom: STAR TREK - Pairing: Sarek / Amanda]
- One Step Away -
Yet it is always present, without any obligations, in my mind ... the thought of her ... ...
Sarek
Ambassador sat now in decent silence in the garden that his wife had treated during the years of their life together.
The slight breeze that occasionally stroking his face had the same warm and touch so that she He had loved him reserved in the most intimate moments of their love. Sometimes, that breeze seemed to sing his name in the same way, in the same harmonic intensity with which Amanda used to reassure him, or rebuke him. But it was always a pleasure in both cases ... whatever the nature of that "song". For every hour
Sarek faint sigh, every breath, every movement of nature around him echoed his voice ... and that was a comfort to his soul maimed, who had recently lost that part of himself that he knew of Lei
Those sounds were the only thing that still kept alive in their house ... otherwise the silence.
The noble, but restless silence of her grief-which unlike the scent of you who still intoxicated his senses, he had nothing but the sad reality inextricably bitter taste.
Amanda ... remember ...? Remember ...
know that from now on this will be the word through which I will have to talk to you and with you ... it is an awareness which would willingly surrender
... But it is a duty towards you.
And to me.
toward what we are. Towards what Eri ...
No. Dover
you talk about the past ...
No.
Towards who you are and always will be.
The Past is indeed illusion. But the memory is pain.
Searing pain. Nevertheless it would be illogical
not remember ... I do not forget. You know that well ...
and then play along with these memories. For the last time.
Together.
Vulcan embassy that evening, had been invited several prominent members of the Federation and Starfleet. The main hall was packed with people. These dresses sported a different kind, taken one by one, certainly not stood for moderation, but not for too crude, however, clashed together in a cacophony of colors substantially humble atmosphere, decorated and equipped with is strictly necessary to brighten the evening.
From the back of the room, in fact, spreading the notes of a Mozart Allegro and that was enough to make the reception very pleasant. There were rumors that he was the same Sarek to request the music of Viennese composer and this resulted in the present motion of amazement and complacency.
Amanda Grayson stood out in that sea of \u200b\u200bopulence for its modest elegance. She was a frail appearance, but she had poise, her movements were graceful and measured and his face seemed eternal a friendly smile and sincere. It was evident, however, that certain events had not yet familiar, though he knew door, he could still cogliere nei suoi atteggiamenti talvolta impacciati e nel suo parlare altalenante un certo imbarazzo. Ma un imbarazzo dovuto perlopiù all’umiltà di una semplice insegnante la quale aveva da poco ricevuto un’onorificenza alla carriera e che avrebbe avuto a breve l’onore di sedere nelle università più prestigiose.
Quando uno dei rettori più rinomati volle presentarla a Sarek, la donna ostentò un certo tentennamento.
Questa soggezione si eclissò nel preciso istante in cui vide una mano protendere verso di lei. Amanda rimase un attimo attonita.
L’Ambasciatore voleva stringerle la mano come consuetudine terrestre.
Quel gesto così umano solitamente contrastava con Vulcan stoicism, but Sarek, although follow next ostentation rigidity and austerity, he had the opportunity to become familiar with the habits and customs so much land to experiment, and that gesture, so the person was consistent with his magnificently.
Amanda, initially thought to return the greeting in the same way, but soon understood the need to pay him homage in the manner most appropriate to its nature and instead of returning the handshake, the same dividend raised his fingers and saying the typical greeting in Vulcan is a very acceptable. Then
Sarek raised an eyebrow surprised and intrigued, attracted to the woman so sweet, and those eyes of a heavenly way to live as his cheeks were not used and switched to a color as pleasant.
That was the occasion when he realized that was the beginning of a terrible and delightful charm, intended to harass him in time.
The prologue of love ...?
Amanda ...
Love. Experience love and to analyze the causes and consequences would have been logical. But it was not an equation solved by reason, and this made him nervous. The frightened and intimidated. It was an equation whose variables were not calculable. And whose unknowns
... "But this is not science, Sarek, "Amanda retorted the day with a note of anger" This is not a math problem! We're not numbers ... but people! There is a logical solution ... "Sarek although you might experience a surge of resentment, smiling as he saw coming towards him to take his hands in hers and file with it a slight kiss. Sarek drew back gently, his eyes rested on confused those of his betrothed probing depth to draw from them an answer.
"... We are the solution, Sarek ... and our union is better than the sum of our differences ... are not these words of Surak?”. Egli annuì flebilmente mentre sul suo viso fioriva un sorriso silenzioso appena percepibile. Amanda intanto osservava quei moti quieti e timidi dell’animo dell’uomo che amava. Il pudore attraverso il quale tentava invano di nascondere la timidezza era di una bellezza commovente. Lei gli si riavvicinò invitandolo a condividere il loro vincolo per mezzo dell’unione delle loro dita. Sarek obbedì a quella richiesta, mentre Amanda portava le sue labbra su quelle di lui. Il vulcaniano sgranò gli occhi a quel tocco…piacevole. Poté chiaramente, e distintamente percepire ogni cosa. In lei l’amore così radicato era un continuo germogliare di nuove letizie e Sarek ne era parte integrante, part of a serenity that had nothing to do with the logic ...
Nothing ...
"Serenity
?..."" Yes, Amanda ... logic gives us a peace that humans rarely catch up. "He repeated. Amanda showed doubtful.
Both buildings were standing on the bridge of San Francisco, has survived the many storms of time, and standing proudly overlooking the sea, giving the possibility to all those who rested feet insecure to be able to enjoy its protection, beauty and serenity of the ocean to think freely, rocked dall'ondeggiare of blueness so reassuring.
The ambassador followed the motion of the waves with enchanted eyes. His eyes were seeking to fathom the immensity of the sea to snatch the sense of marvel, and to understand the reason for the ability of water to soothe his spirit. In light of
quest'arcana serenity - a result of a careful and persistent observation of that vast expanse of water-it possible that the illuminating power of logic, the only motive of his existence, so each could lose value?
For a juncture, he doubted the rightness of his belief logic. Then she thought that this concern was not to have escaped to his companion.
"It 's so ..." confirmed the accuracy of his statement, without taking his eyes from the sea.
Amanda, contrary to his companion, had as its object in question Sarek.
His eyes looking earnestly those of man who was forced to meet them. And now, incredibly, it was like he never looked away from the wonder of nature. Find that same peace of mind in that blue alive, vibrant definitely more familiar, comforting and human was what made his future wife the most beautiful, exciting and incomprehensible mystery of nature itself. And
Then she knew that serenity was so constant, but it was changing and therefore not necessarily conferred by the simple and rigorous logic and balance resulting therefrom, and also followed a wave motion, a swing that could reach the top to him unknown, indefinable
... And they had a name.
"And where is the happiness in all this?" He asked suddenly serious Amanda.
Sarek did not answer.
He simply observing that his good mystery, a hint of a smile.
And once again she was able to offer the answer.
Amanda, then I was not able to answer ...
That sum had a name.
Here.
Happiness.
But happiness was not a necessary condition.
For a Vulcan was not a condition accessible, it was thought conceivable and therefore did not represent a viable target ...
It was not logical.
was a chimera. A human caprice Sarek felt that having to concede.
had to marry Amanda.
"So this is your will, Sarek?" The question of T'Pau
echoed in the ears of the young ambassador, imperious and full of severe disbelief. Although it was a terminal to divide them, I felt in Sarek the serious tone of voice disappointment that the old Vulcan tried to soothe with gentle and subtle sighs, but his face betrayed his intentions contract. Remember
discontent of T'Pau was always a little happy, but instead to think of happiness derived from pursuing his choice made the memory of such a pallor
... "Yes, T'Pau ... it is my will." He answered firmly.
The woman raised an eyebrow doubtfully. It was rare to see in her a bike, though barely audible, emotional, but at that moment, the ambassador could clearly see the features of his face crack in what could be identified as a gesture of annoyance and disappointment ...?.
"Sarek ... I see no reason why deny yourself the marriage. But ... I do not see the logic in your obstinacy to claim the Earth as a bride. "
" My stubbornness is not illogical, T'Pau ... neither a claim. It 'a wish. "
" The desire is misleading, deceptive. Your reason falters, Sarek ... "
" You put into question my reason, but it's my choice to give thought. Yes, T'Pau ... I chose a human. This is my will. "The tenacity and vigor with which repeated the last words in the other caused a bitter twist of the mouth. Amanda
Sarek wanted, but it was a logical desire, posed, controlled, was not the result of a deception, a trick of the senses. It was a necessity. A desire that had a shape, texture, heady scent, delicate. A desire which was not necessarily obscure reason ...
And also, unlike the caustic passion of "Time", this feeling had a caressing touch, white, of an incomparable delicacy.
Dolce.
a feeling that transcended all thought, despite having reason to exist. There was a logic
. He had
In addition there ...
had the right to happiness. Amanda was one
happiness.
His miracle of nature.
And I remember that night ... The memory of their
night ....
The harmonic and rhythmic beat of their two natures together.
feel her heart in her chest ...
A few months later to hear in his hands the result of the miracle that their love for granted ...
Spock ...
"Father." Sarek
spun. The their miracle stood nearby, showing off a little embarrassed ...
"Spock said, visibly ...?" surprised and suddenly realized that all was not lost, that that part of himself that he knew she was still alive, just that he no longer resided in, but had a body and a consciousness was alive. Especially living, palpitating.
Spock ...
"I was sure to be here." Went the other shyly.
Ambassador did not answer, but invited him to sit down.
watched her son while she took his seat next to him and when he realized that he was under observation, Sarek immediately averted his gaze.
"We have much to talk about."
Spock nodded his head in a nod.
"But now listen ..."
L’Ambasciatore levò gli occhi al cielo socchiudendoli.
L’altro comprese e fece altrettanto.
“Ascoltiamo...”
Ogni flebile sospiro, ogni respiro, ogni movimento della natura...
Amanda. 
And after almost a year ...
In the wake of Elisa, a little tribute to Love.
[Fandom: STAR TREK - Pairing: Sarek / Amanda]
- One Step Away -
Yet it is always present, without any obligations, in my mind ... the thought of her ... ...
Sarek
Ambassador sat now in decent silence in the garden that his wife had treated during the years of their life together.
The slight breeze that occasionally stroking his face had the same warm and touch so that she He had loved him reserved in the most intimate moments of their love. Sometimes, that breeze seemed to sing his name in the same way, in the same harmonic intensity with which Amanda used to reassure him, or rebuke him. But it was always a pleasure in both cases ... whatever the nature of that "song". For every hour
Sarek faint sigh, every breath, every movement of nature around him echoed his voice ... and that was a comfort to his soul maimed, who had recently lost that part of himself that he knew of Lei
Those sounds were the only thing that still kept alive in their house ... otherwise the silence.
The noble, but restless silence of her grief-which unlike the scent of you who still intoxicated his senses, he had nothing but the sad reality inextricably bitter taste.
Amanda ... remember ...? Remember ...
know that from now on this will be the word through which I will have to talk to you and with you ... it is an awareness which would willingly surrender
... But it is a duty towards you.
And to me.
toward what we are. Towards what Eri ...
No. Dover
you talk about the past ...
No.
Towards who you are and always will be.
The Past is indeed illusion. But the memory is pain.
Searing pain. Nevertheless it would be illogical
not remember ... I do not forget. You know that well ...
and then play along with these memories. For the last time.
Together.
Vulcan embassy that evening, had been invited several prominent members of the Federation and Starfleet. The main hall was packed with people. These dresses sported a different kind, taken one by one, certainly not stood for moderation, but not for too crude, however, clashed together in a cacophony of colors substantially humble atmosphere, decorated and equipped with is strictly necessary to brighten the evening.
From the back of the room, in fact, spreading the notes of a Mozart Allegro and that was enough to make the reception very pleasant. There were rumors that he was the same Sarek to request the music of Viennese composer and this resulted in the present motion of amazement and complacency.
Amanda Grayson stood out in that sea of \u200b\u200bopulence for its modest elegance. She was a frail appearance, but she had poise, her movements were graceful and measured and his face seemed eternal a friendly smile and sincere. It was evident, however, that certain events had not yet familiar, though he knew door, he could still cogliere nei suoi atteggiamenti talvolta impacciati e nel suo parlare altalenante un certo imbarazzo. Ma un imbarazzo dovuto perlopiù all’umiltà di una semplice insegnante la quale aveva da poco ricevuto un’onorificenza alla carriera e che avrebbe avuto a breve l’onore di sedere nelle università più prestigiose.
Quando uno dei rettori più rinomati volle presentarla a Sarek, la donna ostentò un certo tentennamento.
Questa soggezione si eclissò nel preciso istante in cui vide una mano protendere verso di lei. Amanda rimase un attimo attonita.
L’Ambasciatore voleva stringerle la mano come consuetudine terrestre.
Quel gesto così umano solitamente contrastava con Vulcan stoicism, but Sarek, although follow next ostentation rigidity and austerity, he had the opportunity to become familiar with the habits and customs so much land to experiment, and that gesture, so the person was consistent with his magnificently.
Amanda, initially thought to return the greeting in the same way, but soon understood the need to pay him homage in the manner most appropriate to its nature and instead of returning the handshake, the same dividend raised his fingers and saying the typical greeting in Vulcan is a very acceptable. Then
Sarek raised an eyebrow surprised and intrigued, attracted to the woman so sweet, and those eyes of a heavenly way to live as his cheeks were not used and switched to a color as pleasant.
That was the occasion when he realized that was the beginning of a terrible and delightful charm, intended to harass him in time.
The prologue of love ...?
Amanda ...
Love. Experience love and to analyze the causes and consequences would have been logical. But it was not an equation solved by reason, and this made him nervous. The frightened and intimidated. It was an equation whose variables were not calculable. And whose unknowns
... "But this is not science, Sarek, "Amanda retorted the day with a note of anger" This is not a math problem! We're not numbers ... but people! There is a logical solution ... "Sarek although you might experience a surge of resentment, smiling as he saw coming towards him to take his hands in hers and file with it a slight kiss. Sarek drew back gently, his eyes rested on confused those of his betrothed probing depth to draw from them an answer.
"... We are the solution, Sarek ... and our union is better than the sum of our differences ... are not these words of Surak?”. Egli annuì flebilmente mentre sul suo viso fioriva un sorriso silenzioso appena percepibile. Amanda intanto osservava quei moti quieti e timidi dell’animo dell’uomo che amava. Il pudore attraverso il quale tentava invano di nascondere la timidezza era di una bellezza commovente. Lei gli si riavvicinò invitandolo a condividere il loro vincolo per mezzo dell’unione delle loro dita. Sarek obbedì a quella richiesta, mentre Amanda portava le sue labbra su quelle di lui. Il vulcaniano sgranò gli occhi a quel tocco…piacevole. Poté chiaramente, e distintamente percepire ogni cosa. In lei l’amore così radicato era un continuo germogliare di nuove letizie e Sarek ne era parte integrante, part of a serenity that had nothing to do with the logic ...
Nothing ...
"Serenity
?..."" Yes, Amanda ... logic gives us a peace that humans rarely catch up. "He repeated. Amanda showed doubtful.
Both buildings were standing on the bridge of San Francisco, has survived the many storms of time, and standing proudly overlooking the sea, giving the possibility to all those who rested feet insecure to be able to enjoy its protection, beauty and serenity of the ocean to think freely, rocked dall'ondeggiare of blueness so reassuring.
The ambassador followed the motion of the waves with enchanted eyes. His eyes were seeking to fathom the immensity of the sea to snatch the sense of marvel, and to understand the reason for the ability of water to soothe his spirit. In light of
quest'arcana serenity - a result of a careful and persistent observation of that vast expanse of water-it possible that the illuminating power of logic, the only motive of his existence, so each could lose value?
For a juncture, he doubted the rightness of his belief logic. Then she thought that this concern was not to have escaped to his companion.
"It 's so ..." confirmed the accuracy of his statement, without taking his eyes from the sea.
Amanda, contrary to his companion, had as its object in question Sarek.
His eyes looking earnestly those of man who was forced to meet them. And now, incredibly, it was like he never looked away from the wonder of nature. Find that same peace of mind in that blue alive, vibrant definitely more familiar, comforting and human was what made his future wife the most beautiful, exciting and incomprehensible mystery of nature itself. And
Then she knew that serenity was so constant, but it was changing and therefore not necessarily conferred by the simple and rigorous logic and balance resulting therefrom, and also followed a wave motion, a swing that could reach the top to him unknown, indefinable
... And they had a name.
"And where is the happiness in all this?" He asked suddenly serious Amanda.
Sarek did not answer.
He simply observing that his good mystery, a hint of a smile.
And once again she was able to offer the answer.
Amanda, then I was not able to answer ...
That sum had a name.
Here.
Happiness.
But happiness was not a necessary condition.
For a Vulcan was not a condition accessible, it was thought conceivable and therefore did not represent a viable target ...
It was not logical.
was a chimera. A human caprice Sarek felt that having to concede.
had to marry Amanda.
"So this is your will, Sarek?" The question of T'Pau
echoed in the ears of the young ambassador, imperious and full of severe disbelief. Although it was a terminal to divide them, I felt in Sarek the serious tone of voice disappointment that the old Vulcan tried to soothe with gentle and subtle sighs, but his face betrayed his intentions contract. Remember
discontent of T'Pau was always a little happy, but instead to think of happiness derived from pursuing his choice made the memory of such a pallor
... "Yes, T'Pau ... it is my will." He answered firmly.
The woman raised an eyebrow doubtfully. It was rare to see in her a bike, though barely audible, emotional, but at that moment, the ambassador could clearly see the features of his face crack in what could be identified as a gesture of annoyance and disappointment ...?.
"Sarek ... I see no reason why deny yourself the marriage. But ... I do not see the logic in your obstinacy to claim the Earth as a bride. "
" My stubbornness is not illogical, T'Pau ... neither a claim. It 'a wish. "
" The desire is misleading, deceptive. Your reason falters, Sarek ... "
" You put into question my reason, but it's my choice to give thought. Yes, T'Pau ... I chose a human. This is my will. "The tenacity and vigor with which repeated the last words in the other caused a bitter twist of the mouth. Amanda
Sarek wanted, but it was a logical desire, posed, controlled, was not the result of a deception, a trick of the senses. It was a necessity. A desire that had a shape, texture, heady scent, delicate. A desire which was not necessarily obscure reason ...
And also, unlike the caustic passion of "Time", this feeling had a caressing touch, white, of an incomparable delicacy.
Dolce.
a feeling that transcended all thought, despite having reason to exist. There was a logic
. He had
In addition there ...
had the right to happiness. Amanda was one
happiness.
His miracle of nature.
And I remember that night ... The memory of their
night ....
The harmonic and rhythmic beat of their two natures together.
feel her heart in her chest ...
A few months later to hear in his hands the result of the miracle that their love for granted ...
Spock ...
"Father." Sarek
spun. The their miracle stood nearby, showing off a little embarrassed ...
"Spock said, visibly ...?" surprised and suddenly realized that all was not lost, that that part of himself that he knew she was still alive, just that he no longer resided in, but had a body and a consciousness was alive. Especially living, palpitating.
Spock ...
"I was sure to be here." Went the other shyly.
Ambassador did not answer, but invited him to sit down.
watched her son while she took his seat next to him and when he realized that he was under observation, Sarek immediately averted his gaze.
"We have much to talk about."
Spock nodded his head in a nod.
"But now listen ..."
L’Ambasciatore levò gli occhi al cielo socchiudendoli.
L’altro comprese e fece altrettanto.
“Ascoltiamo...”
Ogni flebile sospiro, ogni respiro, ogni movimento della natura...
Amanda.
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Together arrival
A big thank you to all the friends met along the way, the two Swedish girls, lost at the end of the journey by Hanen and Clement, José, Bernard, Adenis, Hubert, Jean Pierre, Jean Marie, Christian, Emilien, Laurent, Jean, Michael, Nascence, Francois, Romain, the three children of Modena, the pair of Genoa, the guardians of all shelters, mainly thanks to the sun, rocks, snow, the beauty along the way that has accompanied my steps, to the animals that I have fairly seen and endured the majestic larch trees, the wind that breath ridava fatigue. Thanks to Hartmut
Augustine and my fellow travelers and thank Ferrino, Sensormedics, Salewa, Gronell, Mico, Sports Corner, University of Verona, ADMO, Loacker.
Last but not least thanks to Luca Ardigò that will translate the data into experience of my journey to search through the data of the tools I brought with me.
A tip to those who read me ..... once andate nella vita a fare he GR20 percorso è duro, con Prudenza affrontato is my e saggezza DARÀ vi una Jumbo soddisfazione potrete e fieri di voi veramente sentirvi Stessi.
8 Month Old Chesty Cough
Piu'che a bar and tavern
Marco Travaglio
And, of course ... Beppe Grillo,
I posted,
in summary,
more or less the same thing , obviously with
2000 characters available,
therefore
the time is not suspected,
allow me to be able to say that travel
very often, though not completely
,
on the same line of thought.
So I can say the same of Beppe Grillo,
I've always followed by both comic
has since he became "angry comedian and evicted."
circle so by chance, to see what had happened to Cricket,
I had totally lost the tracks during those years abroad, and, almost by accident I discovered the blog,
I started to follow him, at first once a
cca weeks, then more and more
,
free time permitting, and I thought
,
but what is it in his head I'm crazy, crazy
and those who follow him,
then I remembered that I also always been mad,
things that I want,
which no one dared speak
I was not alone in thinking, and
,
with surprise and satisfaction I have seen those who was to feel the same way,
who knows how you created the blackout time during which it has stopped talking about certain things, I thought
,
but I like many others,
to be left alone to believe in certain values,
weights considered by this "modern society". In the crowd I decided to
buttarmici,
although I thought at the beginning not to be alľaltezza many of whom I went to read the post, which I had not while sharing the courage to answer,
but since I never liked to delegate to others also assert my rights, I took
quietly confident with the blog, and especially with the technology,
I had never put his hand on a PC up, more or less,
two / three years ago. Since the beginning of the unit
this thing is a lot I liked, of course
together,
...
find the "courage" to express themselves freely,
for fear of being insulted, or
not have to enter into endless controversies with other visitors to the blog, which I think have forgotten
"Luno is a"
and above all respect the opinions of others,
exchanging the so-called grassroots democracy with absolute freedom to go beyond all limits of decency and arrogance.
The word of mouth, a lot of posts
everything can be shared or not, but
human nature, which
always accuse our politicians,
is inherent in us all, then there
those who decide to yield to it or not,
but the proof is that many justify any means totally blinded by the achievement of the goal. Someone feels
ľassoluto need to emerge and stand out, having
forgotten the order of departure, and
any means is prohibited.
In my opinion however,
any ideas discussed and shared will always be better than a tax.
You said that one must apply one,
not a valid one, but .....
someone came in first,
after someone else, someone
proves more or less acceptable, but
someone else in here,
feels more right than others to express themselves and above all, to insult,
undisturbed
and
even worse to get rid of,
with some "sleight of group" who consider dangerous,
not for the blog or for the cause, but
to maintain a certain "primacy" of thinking inside the blog.
These guys think they're parasites,
in name only of his own ego,
destroy,
day by day,
the picture and the end of the blog itself.
And I want to say without any known controversy, but
with sorrow, with sorrow and anger
as I noticed the tolerance of these things.
And then they want to accuse our politicians of being power hungry, arrogant and disrespectful?!
At least they could be "justified" by a generous reward!
Here it is done solely for the purpose altrttanto mean,
nelľindole intrinsic human.
Greetings to you and all the bloggers,
even those that have been made disappear or have decided to leave. DONATO
S. Donato, Vienna 14:06:10 16:22
The "pearls" of comments to blogs
Marco Travaglio
And, of course ... Beppe Grillo,
I posted,
in summary,
more or less the same thing , obviously with
2000 characters available,
therefore
the time is not suspected,
allow me to be able to say that travel
very often, though not completely
,
on the same line of thought.
So I can say the same of Beppe Grillo,
I've always followed by both comic
has since he became "angry comedian and evicted."
circle so by chance, to see what had happened to Cricket,
I had totally lost the tracks during those years abroad, and, almost by accident I discovered the blog,
I started to follow him, at first once a
cca weeks, then more and more
,
free time permitting, and I thought
,
but what is it in his head I'm crazy, crazy
and those who follow him,
then I remembered that I also always been mad,
things that I want,
which no one dared speak
I was not alone in thinking, and
,
with surprise and satisfaction I have seen those who was to feel the same way,
who knows how you created the blackout time during which it has stopped talking about certain things, I thought
,
but I like many others,
to be left alone to believe in certain values,
weights considered by this "modern society". In the crowd I decided to
buttarmici,
although I thought at the beginning not to be alľaltezza many of whom I went to read the post, which I had not while sharing the courage to answer,
but since I never liked to delegate to others also assert my rights, I took
quietly confident with the blog, and especially with the technology,
I had never put his hand on a PC up, more or less,
two / three years ago. Since the beginning of the unit
this thing is a lot I liked, of course
together,
all the different topics from the blog and the opinions of everyone else on this. 
Unfortunately,
especially recently, I see fewer and fewer people Unfortunately, ...
find the "courage" to express themselves freely,
for fear of being insulted, or
not have to enter into endless controversies with other visitors to the blog, which I think have forgotten
"Luno is a"
and above all respect the opinions of others,
exchanging the so-called grassroots democracy with absolute freedom to go beyond all limits of decency and arrogance.
The word of mouth, a lot of posts
everything can be shared or not, but
human nature, which
always accuse our politicians,
is inherent in us all, then there
those who decide to yield to it or not,
but the proof is that many justify any means totally blinded by the achievement of the goal. Someone feels
ľassoluto need to emerge and stand out, having
forgotten the order of departure, and
any means is prohibited.
In my opinion however,
any ideas discussed and shared will always be better than a tax.
You said that one must apply one,
not a valid one, but .....
someone came in first,
after someone else, someone
proves more or less acceptable, but
someone else in here,
feels more right than others to express themselves and above all, to insult,
undisturbed
and
even worse to get rid of,
with some "sleight of group" who consider dangerous,
not for the blog or for the cause, but
to maintain a certain "primacy" of thinking inside the blog.
These guys think they're parasites,
in name only of his own ego,
destroy,
day by day,
the picture and the end of the blog itself.
And I want to say without any known controversy, but
with sorrow, with sorrow and anger
as I noticed the tolerance of these things.
And then they want to accuse our politicians of being power hungry, arrogant and disrespectful?!
At least they could be "justified" by a generous reward!
Here it is done solely for the purpose altrttanto mean,
nelľindole intrinsic human.
Greetings to you and all the bloggers,
even those that have been made disappear or have decided to leave. DONATO
S. Donato, Vienna 14:06:10 16:22
The "pearls" of comments to blogs
Grah Pravesh When Pregnant
But what is important perche'il blog and lover of the comparison? The language
The men are divided into two races: the
metìnculi and piliànculi.
anthropology, however, has already been scientifically proven that the relationship between the first and second even seems to be about 1 million to 60 million!
hammer fabio 11:05:10 23:58 would be legalizing a case of withdrawals from the account of Savoy, at least to pay the rent while we're sorbitol Rai "I love Italy"
Adriano C. 27.04.10 19:18 cantare, io sì.
Loro camminano poco, stanno sempre seduti, si fanno accompagnare, devono farsi accompagnare, mangiano a sbafo, in costume non si possono mettere, io sì.
Loro in un blog non ci possono entrare e se ci vengono non possono firmarsi, io sì.
Loro la notte non dormono tranquilli, io sì.
A noi male che ci va dal derby torniamo tristi perchè abbiamo perso. A loro, se gli va bene, se ne tornano con tremila bestemmie dietro.
Io preferisco la curva understand more 'shit.
The desire to take a hammer recollect,
but then if you look at him with tenderness he will do 'its best and will try with a superhuman effort' to settle.
Then you can not even complain about the outcome
g @
challenge you. 20:04:10 19:33 us increasingly to hell in a metaphorical sense, except that they hold high their fantasies with cocaine, while we get poorer in the barrel, we are no longer able to do so even with the lost dignity.
This is the worst! lacking in dignity, and when someone does this, in many, if not too many turn their heads, and instead should be charged with his head down, so it is not even the bones remain.
Italianiiiiiiiiiiiiiii that people like shit!
Memmo P., Rome 20:04:10 22:03 Alex
Scantalmassi 20:04:10 23:27 Then if the local DQ and sooner or later close to bankruptcy. A connoisseur ...
Cristina M., Leifers 13:04:10 13:34
The men are divided into two races: the
metìnculi and piliànculi.
anthropology, however, has already been scientifically proven that the relationship between the first and second even seems to be about 1 million to 60 million!
hammer fabio 11:05:10 23:58 would be legalizing a case of withdrawals from the account of Savoy, at least to pay the rent while we're sorbitol Rai "I love Italy"
Adriano C. 27.04.10 19:18 cantare, io sì.
Loro camminano poco, stanno sempre seduti, si fanno accompagnare, devono farsi accompagnare, mangiano a sbafo, in costume non si possono mettere, io sì.
Loro in un blog non ci possono entrare e se ci vengono non possono firmarsi, io sì.
Loro la notte non dormono tranquilli, io sì.
A noi male che ci va dal derby torniamo tristi perchè abbiamo perso. A loro, se gli va bene, se ne tornano con tremila bestemmie dietro.
Io preferisco la curva understand more 'shit.
The desire to take a hammer recollect,
but then if you look at him with tenderness he will do 'its best and will try with a superhuman effort' to settle.
Then you can not even complain about the outcome
g @
challenge you. 20:04:10 19:33 us increasingly to hell in a metaphorical sense, except that they hold high their fantasies with cocaine, while we get poorer in the barrel, we are no longer able to do so even with the lost dignity.
This is the worst! lacking in dignity, and when someone does this, in many, if not too many turn their heads, and instead should be charged with his head down, so it is not even the bones remain.
Italianiiiiiiiiiiiiiii that people like shit!
Memmo P., Rome 20:04:10 22:03 Alex
Scantalmassi 20:04:10 23:27 Then if the local DQ and sooner or later close to bankruptcy. A connoisseur ...
Cristina M., Leifers 13:04:10 13:34
If You Put Coke On Your Gums
Letter of Thanks From
Friends Lilloineses, Bardelli, Manfredi, Agostino, Hartmut ....
I arrived here Sunday, June 13, I hope you have a good trip. It was a pais to meet you on that is when I'm "old", I will look like as a mixture of all of you. Thank you all and
pout .... do not change anything.
Francois 
Friends Lilloineses, Bardelli, Manfredi, Agostino, Hartmut ....
I arrived here Sunday, June 13, I hope you have a good trip. It was a pais to meet you on that is when I'm "old", I will look like as a mixture of all of you. Thank you all and
pout .... do not change anything.
Francois
How To Put Matress On The Car Roof
Francois Castel di Verga Vizzavona
Bella 
Castel di Vergio, Manganu, stone floor, and Onda Vizzavona
June 6
The route is along an easy path, including beech and pine, larch some majestic looks great though.
the Lac de Nino, I have a bath but can not be allowed to continue blithely Refuge du Manganu, we're in the sun until sunset ... beautiful.
June 7
We go along the river du Manganu until the first snow, a very steep snow always be directly addressed, pointing the toes of the boots right up to the Capital Spending, 2228.
One moment of wonder at the magnificent view and then my desperation for a ride across snow overlooking a lake, then an infinite series of diagonals interspersed with rocks, never had so much snow in one day ... the arrival Bocca Threshold 2052 is exciting to be addressed in another vertical snowfield brings us to the Col Haute Route 2206.
Landslide blocks of granite and very tiring to go through a long descent on rocks us to reach the Refuge stone floor. A friendly attendant
takes us to places where we dortoir letto, al sole ci beviamo una birra accompagnata da un formaggio puzzolentissimo ma squisito.
Arrivano gli altri, Josè, Francoise, Etienne, Gianmarie e altri che ormai ci accompagnano lungo questo estenuante ed affascinante viaggio.
La notte è lunga da passare con sonni intervallati da sveglie improvvise… forse la troppa stanchezza o la paura inconscia.
8 giugno
Invece di fare il sentiero tradizionale, anche per l’insistenza di Agostino, decidiamo di effettuare una variante lungo un crinale, mai stata una decisione più indovinata, dopo un primo tratto molto faticoso guadagniamo il crinale e scavalchiamo bel tre montagne fino a raggiungere il versante nord del monte D’oro, una lunghissima the sun makes us pause to find all the friends we had surpassed all together and go down to the Refuge Wave.
We set up in tents and wait for dinner in the sun.
Dinner becomes a beautiful evening, accompanied by songs and thrilling cries, the menu is extraordinary soup (excellent), lasagna, tasty cheeses, wine, an apple and at the end Giandomenico Franks, the guardian, gives everyone a huge amount of myrtle juice (blueberry ... I felt really good!
You sleep badly because of the ground down but the night makes us stand still.
June 9
Departure at 7.25, up until the step of Muratello, 2100 and stay in the sun waiting for friends, songs and jokes are now on the agenda, we speak French, English, English.
go down leaving the other to the sun and a height of 1200 meters along the Cascade des Anglais Vizzavona leads us to where a sign informs us that from here the GR20 and GR20 for the north to the south .... We are halfway but the next steps will be less tiring, always travel in lands, among these people always seem shady, but that says to me understandable words such as: - Femu CASU, we are careful to say, I think Genoa ... although because of past should not love the Genoese ... I tell them I am coming to Genoa and they are very friendly ... nice people, nice race, great story. 
Cirque de la Solitude
Bella down
Manfredi and Francoise
Last work
Augustine on top
June 6
The route is along an easy path, including beech and pine, larch some majestic looks great though.
the Lac de Nino, I have a bath but can not be allowed to continue blithely Refuge du Manganu, we're in the sun until sunset ... beautiful.
June 7
We go along the river du Manganu until the first snow, a very steep snow always be directly addressed, pointing the toes of the boots right up to the Capital Spending, 2228.
One moment of wonder at the magnificent view and then my desperation for a ride across snow overlooking a lake, then an infinite series of diagonals interspersed with rocks, never had so much snow in one day ... the arrival Bocca Threshold 2052 is exciting to be addressed in another vertical snowfield brings us to the Col Haute Route 2206.
Landslide blocks of granite and very tiring to go through a long descent on rocks us to reach the Refuge stone floor. A friendly attendant
takes us to places where we dortoir letto, al sole ci beviamo una birra accompagnata da un formaggio puzzolentissimo ma squisito.
Arrivano gli altri, Josè, Francoise, Etienne, Gianmarie e altri che ormai ci accompagnano lungo questo estenuante ed affascinante viaggio.
La notte è lunga da passare con sonni intervallati da sveglie improvvise… forse la troppa stanchezza o la paura inconscia.
8 giugno
Invece di fare il sentiero tradizionale, anche per l’insistenza di Agostino, decidiamo di effettuare una variante lungo un crinale, mai stata una decisione più indovinata, dopo un primo tratto molto faticoso guadagniamo il crinale e scavalchiamo bel tre montagne fino a raggiungere il versante nord del monte D’oro, una lunghissima the sun makes us pause to find all the friends we had surpassed all together and go down to the Refuge Wave.
We set up in tents and wait for dinner in the sun.
Dinner becomes a beautiful evening, accompanied by songs and thrilling cries, the menu is extraordinary soup (excellent), lasagna, tasty cheeses, wine, an apple and at the end Giandomenico Franks, the guardian, gives everyone a huge amount of myrtle juice (blueberry ... I felt really good!
You sleep badly because of the ground down but the night makes us stand still.
June 9
Departure at 7.25, up until the step of Muratello, 2100 and stay in the sun waiting for friends, songs and jokes are now on the agenda, we speak French, English, English.
go down leaving the other to the sun and a height of 1200 meters along the Cascade des Anglais Vizzavona leads us to where a sign informs us that from here the GR20 and GR20 for the north to the south .... We are halfway but the next steps will be less tiring, always travel in lands, among these people always seem shady, but that says to me understandable words such as: - Femu CASU, we are careful to say, I think Genoa ... although because of past should not love the Genoese ... I tell them I am coming to Genoa and they are very friendly ... nice people, nice race, great story.
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Government Land Value Chennai
proprieta'di
Berlusconi in Parma: "A few powers to the government"
Shit, is not enough I miss the dictatorship.
Gianantoni Luca, Assisi 11:04:10 09:30 tedesco",ha fatto sapere che vuole incontrare personalmente tutti coloro che da bambini vennero violentati dai preti cattolici.
...Minchia,signor tenente:"Quanti secoli crede di campare il re del Vaticano?".
#############
P.s.
A proposito di nebbia "russa".
Per la morte dei componenti della cattoliciSSSima delegazione polacca,incolperanno Stalin o il duo Facchetti/Moratti?
Cam.
Camillo Sesmoulin 11.04.10 10:02 this shit a little too blindly.
harry haller 10:04:10 14:32 Blog comments to 
Berlusconi in Parma: "A few powers to the government"
Shit, is not enough I miss the dictatorship.
Gianantoni Luca, Assisi 11:04:10 09:30 tedesco",ha fatto sapere che vuole incontrare personalmente tutti coloro che da bambini vennero violentati dai preti cattolici.
...Minchia,signor tenente:"Quanti secoli crede di campare il re del Vaticano?".
#############
P.s.
A proposito di nebbia "russa".
Per la morte dei componenti della cattoliciSSSima delegazione polacca,incolperanno Stalin o il duo Facchetti/Moratti?
Cam.
Camillo Sesmoulin 11.04.10 10:02 this shit a little too blindly.
harry haller 10:04:10 14:32 Blog comments to
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
How Much Does Lighterlife Cost 2010
from Calenzano VIZZAVONA
First day of the GR20
Calenzana We leave at 7.30 am, the shelter was full, about 60 people, mostly French, some English and three of us.
At 7:30 after a good breakfast we start to climb a height of 1295 meters between rocks and a pair of knitting needles. We arrive at the shelter
Ortu u Piobbu and shower before a good beer.
here I speak Italian and I understand very well the courses.
Augustine took away a spina di riccio dal piede e così domani sarò al loro fianco…. Oggi ho fatto fatica s tenere il loro passo a causa del dolore al piede.
Il tempo è stato bellissimo ma in questo momento le nuvole avvolgono tutto il rifugio… domani vedremo.
Secondo giorno, tappa spettacolare, tutta roccia e pietre, Bocca Pisciaghja e Bocca dell’Innominata lungo un susseguirsi di passaggi fra roccia molto faticosi e difficili.
Una lunga discesa sempre fra pietre e salti pericolosi ci porta al rifugio du Carozzu dove ritroviamo sempre gli stessi del rifugio precedente, un gruppo di francesi che se la prendono comoda bivaccando in continuazione, altre persone che partono prestissimo e ogni volta superiamo ma che poi ritroviamo al rifugio next.
Third day, short stage but with about 1000 meters of ascent. We left at 7:30, we go on a suspension bridge that scares me and then go up a ravine to the Lac de la Muvrella, we are at 1800 meters and the last two hundred meters walk them into a steep climb on snow to step 2010, the beautiful weather but we are now in significant amounts and the air is fresh, always the descent over rocks and snow to the Refuge d'Ascu STAGNU old and now abandoned ski resort. The weather deteriorated in the meantime and tomorrow ... Just give rain tomorrow, the forecast gives us a very difficult stage, we will see what to do if it rains we stop here. Day Four
Time is on our side, the morning clouds have gone away and left us with the sun caressed my back, a gentle climb along an open valley brought us to a wall to climb over a snow field about two hundred yards, not difficult, but the slope was really thrilling.
Once on top we have not had time to rejoice because of the views of the canyon to get frightened. Hartmut and Augustine are gone, I waited with Jose, a French / English with which I often stop talking and we did not have the courage to go back to two, then I take courage and clinging to the chains have started to decline.
The Circus of Solitude is called this is really challenging in the valley, now you realize that is not over, you go up the opposite slope, snow chains, with so much water that flowed at our feet letting slip.
reached the top of a second with jumps down among rocks and endless chains led us to the refuge of Tighjettu.
Here we found all those with whom we walk the GR20.
The evening ended with singing and much revelry in drinking beer and brandy offered by the operator.
I must say that the operator is an extraordinary person, his name is Charly Santucci, if you want to do the GR20 remember to pass by him ... I do not regret it. Day Five
We started as usual for the past, the descent towards the valley has been exhausting, thought to descend from stones without ever having a moment of relaxation, put a foot wrong throughout the project conditions. At Bergerie
Ballone's water supply and we did Augustine even a sandwich and then we have continued to fall and climb to a step along a huge snowfield, here we decided to make a variation without passing through the refuge of the Moors Ciottolu down in a long and desolate valley, swimming in a pond has given me the strength to continue. We arrived at the Castel
Vergio around 15, a beer and immediately wash all the laundry.
Tonight we will try not to dream chains, snow, rocks and fatigue, tonight we hope to recover his strength, tomorrow there is a rather long wait.
Sixth Day, June 6
'm half past five, I changed the batteries in the GPS, the device Armband, listening and writing Faber.
The day is very good, the mountains are there looking at me and smile at my little existence. How powerful and secure from the height of their majesty ... look at us as we look at the small insects that do damage, they are kind to us and accepted the resignation with our challenges. The sun begins to light up the peaks, the air is still fresh, pure. In the dormitory
all still sleeping, last night I arrived two French sisters who make the "Ocean Sea" is one which crosses Corsica from east to west. This trip to
company is new to me, accustomed to the extreme loneliness and I must say that living together is magnificent: Hartmut is a hard man, transparent, timely. With his guidance that continuously monitors is a security for us even if he proves his weakness in losing things, sometimes comes to me telling me disconsolate - Manfred I've loss my mobil ...-my watch - and then I look at Augustine's backpack, the sleeping bag, where he was sitting just before and find the items lost.
Augustine instead is a man of few words, a climber stoic, steady on the path and decisions, a real Garfagnana, a man who reminds me of my quarry Versilia, a good friend and a reference point very important.
is six and a quarter, I feel the movement, people begin to prepare to leave, but you can sleep in my room again, we will have breakfast at 7 am and depart as usual for the past, but we take it easy there ... 
sorry for the mistakes BUT ........ HERE THERE 'S TIME
Calenzana We leave at 7.30 am, the shelter was full, about 60 people, mostly French, some English and three of us.
At 7:30 after a good breakfast we start to climb a height of 1295 meters between rocks and a pair of knitting needles. We arrive at the shelter
Ortu u Piobbu and shower before a good beer.
here I speak Italian and I understand very well the courses.
Augustine took away a spina di riccio dal piede e così domani sarò al loro fianco…. Oggi ho fatto fatica s tenere il loro passo a causa del dolore al piede.
Il tempo è stato bellissimo ma in questo momento le nuvole avvolgono tutto il rifugio… domani vedremo.
Secondo giorno, tappa spettacolare, tutta roccia e pietre, Bocca Pisciaghja e Bocca dell’Innominata lungo un susseguirsi di passaggi fra roccia molto faticosi e difficili.
Una lunga discesa sempre fra pietre e salti pericolosi ci porta al rifugio du Carozzu dove ritroviamo sempre gli stessi del rifugio precedente, un gruppo di francesi che se la prendono comoda bivaccando in continuazione, altre persone che partono prestissimo e ogni volta superiamo ma che poi ritroviamo al rifugio next.
Third day, short stage but with about 1000 meters of ascent. We left at 7:30, we go on a suspension bridge that scares me and then go up a ravine to the Lac de la Muvrella, we are at 1800 meters and the last two hundred meters walk them into a steep climb on snow to step 2010, the beautiful weather but we are now in significant amounts and the air is fresh, always the descent over rocks and snow to the Refuge d'Ascu STAGNU old and now abandoned ski resort. The weather deteriorated in the meantime and tomorrow ... Just give rain tomorrow, the forecast gives us a very difficult stage, we will see what to do if it rains we stop here. Day Four
Time is on our side, the morning clouds have gone away and left us with the sun caressed my back, a gentle climb along an open valley brought us to a wall to climb over a snow field about two hundred yards, not difficult, but the slope was really thrilling.
Once on top we have not had time to rejoice because of the views of the canyon to get frightened. Hartmut and Augustine are gone, I waited with Jose, a French / English with which I often stop talking and we did not have the courage to go back to two, then I take courage and clinging to the chains have started to decline.
The Circus of Solitude is called this is really challenging in the valley, now you realize that is not over, you go up the opposite slope, snow chains, with so much water that flowed at our feet letting slip.
reached the top of a second with jumps down among rocks and endless chains led us to the refuge of Tighjettu.
Here we found all those with whom we walk the GR20.
The evening ended with singing and much revelry in drinking beer and brandy offered by the operator.
I must say that the operator is an extraordinary person, his name is Charly Santucci, if you want to do the GR20 remember to pass by him ... I do not regret it. Day Five
We started as usual for the past, the descent towards the valley has been exhausting, thought to descend from stones without ever having a moment of relaxation, put a foot wrong throughout the project conditions. At Bergerie
Ballone's water supply and we did Augustine even a sandwich and then we have continued to fall and climb to a step along a huge snowfield, here we decided to make a variation without passing through the refuge of the Moors Ciottolu down in a long and desolate valley, swimming in a pond has given me the strength to continue. We arrived at the Castel
Vergio around 15, a beer and immediately wash all the laundry.
Tonight we will try not to dream chains, snow, rocks and fatigue, tonight we hope to recover his strength, tomorrow there is a rather long wait.
Sixth Day, June 6
'm half past five, I changed the batteries in the GPS, the device Armband, listening and writing Faber.
The day is very good, the mountains are there looking at me and smile at my little existence. How powerful and secure from the height of their majesty ... look at us as we look at the small insects that do damage, they are kind to us and accepted the resignation with our challenges. The sun begins to light up the peaks, the air is still fresh, pure. In the dormitory
all still sleeping, last night I arrived two French sisters who make the "Ocean Sea" is one which crosses Corsica from east to west. This trip to
company is new to me, accustomed to the extreme loneliness and I must say that living together is magnificent: Hartmut is a hard man, transparent, timely. With his guidance that continuously monitors is a security for us even if he proves his weakness in losing things, sometimes comes to me telling me disconsolate - Manfred I've loss my mobil ...-my watch - and then I look at Augustine's backpack, the sleeping bag, where he was sitting just before and find the items lost.
Augustine instead is a man of few words, a climber stoic, steady on the path and decisions, a real Garfagnana, a man who reminds me of my quarry Versilia, a good friend and a reference point very important.
is six and a quarter, I feel the movement, people begin to prepare to leave, but you can sleep in my room again, we will have breakfast at 7 am and depart as usual for the past, but we take it easy there ...
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