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" Pain is pain, if he is silent "
(G. Pascoli)

Well yes: agree with the "Journal" .
The Daily Via Negri is the only one of the top 10 newspapers in Italian generals do not open - today, Sunday, Feb. 27 - With the news of the discovery of the corpse of Yara Gambirasio , the little girl mysteriously disappeared three months ago in Bergamo.

Sure, I admit that the interview with Cardinal Bagnasco el'editoriale-river Giuliano Ferrara - which cover almost the entire first page of the "Journal" - to deter the most to venture beyond reading the newspaper. But rather than put up with yet another tragedy pornographic or view the photo naked opponent to turn the master (that Silvio Berlusconi), this and more!
So, at least for now, let's narrow the acute reflections of national giulianone - which reminds us that the great mistake of Napolitano was to contribute to ' abolition of parliamentary immunity - and admire in silence the stunts with which lexical Cardinal Bagnasco riesce a dimostrarci come i macroscopici ed inquietanti risvolti politici, etici, giudiziari ed istituzionali del caso Ruby, in realtà, altro non siano che la dimostrazione di una “ fibrillazione politica ed istituzionale che non avvantaggia la società e rischia di creare un clima avvelenato che rende insicuri e, alla lunga, intolleranti ”. Guai!

Sorvoliamo, dunque, sull’ incredibile intreccio orgiastico tra potere e informazione per cui accade che il direttore di un giornale posseduto dalla (ex)moglie dell’attuale Presidente del Consiglio (Giuliano Ferrara. Il direttore, non la moglie eh…) scriva un editoriale sul giornale (il Giornale) del brother of the Prime Minister (Paul Berlusconi) to defend the prime minister, whose government, however, he (Giuliano Ferrara) was minister from 1994 to 1995. We forget that in a few weeks of that space may Ferrara politician who served as an in-depth Enzo Biagi.
Arrendiamoci willingly even to the idea that the mere fact of a religious institution represent a legacy to those who represent it - in this case Cardinal Bagnasco - virtually unlimited powers in any context, such as to ensure eminence in office spaces almost unlimited in the national media and has enabled him to express freewheeling , un giorno si e l’altro pure, su tutto lo scibile umano (dal federalismo alle rivoluzioni in nordafrica).

Tutto, pur di risparmiarsi l’ennesima manifestazione di quel voyeurismo morboso del delitto che è ormai diventato un genere informativo di successo in un’Italia in cui ci sarebbe ben altro di cui occuparsi. Colpa dei media? Anche. Dei cittadini? Soprattutto.

Se è infatti vero che giornali e televisioni (anche il tg la7, ahimè) dimostrano di anteporre esigenze puramente commerciali ai propri dettami deontologici, che la delicatezza della professione giornalistica imporrebbe di rispettare in modo molto più rigoroso, è anche vero che il pubblico dimostra very fond of these stories of crime, which have nothing to do with the public interest . Even more serious, this passion comes from the need more - typical of the average - to indulge her own nature by viewer sofa, beer and remote control " not by a desire to try, once in a while, a healthy sense of human solidarity, become so anachronistic.

And the tragedy with implications macabre and dark - diluted, as in the most squalid of sit-com, in comfortable and exciting episodes - lends itself perfectly to this type of spectacularized representation: it combines the pathos of waiting for new revelations (the discovery of the corpse, on the murder weapon, the motive, murder) to the pornography of pain. What is nourished by the tears that wash their faces torn by the pain of family and friends of the victim. The one that feeds more gory details on the methods used by the executioner. What ingurgita obsessively all the details on the conditions of the tortured body of murderous madness.

And so, between the inevitable pilgrimage on the scene - now built a place of worship where the followers of the god-tv can carve out their own minutes celebrity - the testimony of friends and family who ensure that the victim "was a good person" - as if to say: "the murderess otherwise would not have had a point" - and moved the memory of the pastor in turn, decreases the curtain, ready to reopen as soon as the investigation ol'autopsia provide new material which satisfy the hunger of the tragedy of bulimia.

background dramatic stories that remain in silence .
are those that take place away from the media spotlight: in prisons, in the corridors of police headquarters, on the cold benches in parks and railway stations, barracks in the suburbs, building sites, water shake that separate Africa from Sicily.
stories that become dead numbers. Stories that should be told and reported to prevent recurrence. Stories that, probably, few listen with the same attention.
Stories that, therefore, are ignored.


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I swear, I intended this post and the previous one as a diptych. Simply put, this weekend I finally bought a book courting since its release and I never had the courage to buy.
Why?
Because I knew that I would have moved. So as I recently saw Pan's Labyrinth and I nearly came to an asthma attack tears (that I booked at the library The Devil's Backbone, the same director and similar environments, and am thinking of not watching at all).
Here, "My mom is in America" \u200b\u200bmakes you not asthma. Worse, you put him with a sweet melancholy, while a fucking fear.
Not so much the fear of dying, that is for me like any other mortal average healthy and exposed to the general risks of our society.
much for something that tells the protagonist: "The memories of her mother ran away."
He has 6 years old, her mother is dead when both he and his brother were small (but they do not know, believe to be traveling) and they do not remember it. It is the thing I find most cruel.
not want to tell too much of this book, which deserves to be read. Simply stress that even if there is a dead mother in the background, smiles a lot: the world of children is told in a sincere manner and without embellishment, in all its aspects.
And that's why last night, hugging Luke, I said something bad were to happen ever invented that are on tour with Bregovic .

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I spent my life to be strong.
I came from a family of strong women: my grandmother was widowed in war, My mother works (it should) and even a dog to help her (no maids, no part-time, no ready meals from his mother). I was brought up like that, without a single doubt in my power: it was a matter of fact, it must be strong.
completed with ridicule and innuendo against those who were not strong or do not show: the wife who left their husbands do, those who were married to "settle down", those who close their eyes while not being alone. And, at school, my mother's finger was pointed at those parents who left home for them not to question or to avoid this task in class, or those with the excuse of 'being confused "or" have to mature " lost a year or that.
L'unica debolezza che mi era permessa era quella fisica: il mio sistema immunitario non è mai stato il massimo, mi son sempre ammalata spesso. Di solito nei momenti cruciali: la prima gita, gli esami di terza media, l'occasione tal dei tali. E le vacanze, che culo.
Per il resto, per me essere donna non ha mai coinciso con l'essere il sesso debole, anzi. Mia madre e mia nonna mi hanno inculcato la convinzione che per essere donna ci vogliono le palle: lavori il doppio, fai i lavori più ingrati e c'è sempre qualcuno che ha da ridire.
Ecco perché mia madre scoppiò a piangere quando vide che ero femmina, mica per altro. Non che avesse torto.
Però io, come lei e mia nonna, sono caduta molto facilmente in due traps.
The first one is compelled to express their feelings, "like a real man." The only adult with whom I would daily gestures of affection is my husband. For the rest, I'm not used to or to kiss or hug me, nor my grandfather, if we try, we feel like a stretch. I'm not used to embrace my friends, to be polite kiss on the cheek but I do not have the momentum. And then one wonders why it feels a invaded by pregnancy and lactation.
The other trap is stoicism a bit 'celodurista. The type that just as you felt a little man to be afraid of certain situations and to feel the fatigue of others, if another woman will express her difficulties inside you think "that saw a half." Unless the problems are not so big and objective. Even if you are open and reasonably well-prepared, even if rationally would have nothing bad to be in trouble and say it, a little voice inside you take the tone of the sergeant in Full Metal Jacket. It is an aspiration to perfection , but the hardness of becoming tough enough not to be cut down by anything. Beautiful illusion.
addition to these flaws, be considered "strong" it creates another: the other, the fact that you are "the strong", they always take and never offer.
For goodness sake, not all evil is a silver lining: learn to ask for help if you need them. But you can only do with Who is close enough, while the rest of the world sees you better armored and not even remotely dream of giving you a hand. Or rather, come on, you are strong, overcomes the difficulty. Fuck, it should be ': maybe I'm strong, maybe I can, but if someone takes away some burden from the shoulders does not make me sick. If that someone takes it from me then I'm quite happy even spontaneously.

Dedicated to my husband, who comes back to Earth when she becomes conscious of my weight and I remove someone. Without dropping the others.

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From some mornings, while I drive, I feel on a series of advertisements RadioDJ Subaru Treza . Advertise a car specifically designed for women (And, I confess, the words "raised guidance" draws me not a little). And their radio spots would be feminist or something.
So far I heard two. In one, the star of Gladiator is interrupted by a woman who dismisses it in a rather unpleasant and then uttered the famous phrase "at my signal, unleash hell." In the second, tell us that Mao and Garibaldi were women, because revolutionary leaders.
Boh. I do not know how they are made in TV (formerly the banner that shows the transformation of Mao in woman seems more promising), but these two radio commercials are horrendous.
would like to give a picture of a woman "to guide" (that is, the pay-off is "driving change"), but il risultato è maldestro, irritante e inefficace. Nel primo spot, la donna fa la figura della solita donnetta supponente e antipatica. Il secondo comunque si risolve in un elenco di nomi maschili, di cui si dice che erano donne: la furbata di tutto ciò non mi è comprensibile.
Insomma, gli spot radiofonici sembrano talmente forzati da essere controproducenti: anche se l'idea di un'auto progettata per una donna mi piace, solo per l'idiozia della campagna pubblicitaria non la prenderei neanche in considerazione.
Secondo me, c'erano modi più efficaci di pubblicizzare questa auto.
Se si voleva insistere sul concetto di guida femminile, sarebbe bastato puntare sulle donne che davvero sono state rivoluzionarie e condottiere: Elizabeth I, Cleopatra, Maria Theresa of Austria, Catherine of Russia. To cite just the first that come to mind.
If you wanted to talk about a product "women only", you could approach other objects that are only female-dominated, such as lipstick, high heels and false eyelashes if you wanted to emphasize the tampax or seduction, if pills and washing machine wanted to emphasize the practical aspect / revolutionary.
In truth, these are two ideas that came by chance in these 10 minutes that I wrote this post. I think that a communications company should be able to do better.

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The flesh is weak, the man well: between betrayals, clandestine affairs and escapades more or less normal, the history of Western politics saw the thread of life of the public were frequently intertwined with the private story of sex and love their leaders, creating a tangle that threatened to score - and, at times, he scored - the political fate of the protagonists and their home countries. From the love affair between

Cleopatra and Anthony - whose infidelity against the sister of Octavian caused the reaction Triumvir of the Roman Empire and military - to the non-recognition by the Catholic Church the marriage of Henry VIII and Anne Boleyn - real casus belli of the Anglican schism -, there are many historical examples of this dangerous overlap between public and private.
Why, then, unspeakable love, betrayal and sex scandals are of a stir in public opinion that threatens the political survival of the characters involved? What not to tread on the turf in the minefield of politics?
To understand this we must distinguish between the various possible manifestations of the sex scandal and analyze, from time to time, major political repercussions, operando una sorta di fenomenologia del sexy-gate .

Una prima manifestazione del fenomeno è la relazione extraconiugale , evocatrice della dimensione nobile e romantica del sentimento, della passione e, talvolta, dell’amore. Dall’appassionata e tragica relazione tra Claretta Petacci e Mussolini , alla love story tra Marilyn e i Kennedy (JFK prima e Robert poi), fino alla segretissima relazione di Mitterand con Anne Pingeot , da cui nacque la piccola Mazarine, la relazione extraconiugale risulta il genere di sexy-gate più “frequentato” dai politici del ‘900. Addirittura, si dice che Mitterand, nel tentativo di nascondere the identity of an illegitimate child, he delivered a small white coffin in front of the house of Jean Hallier, writer new father who threatened to expose the shameful secret presidential.
Why so scared? Why is infidelity, as well as being a possible source of instability private life of a leader who threatens to adversely affect their political action is a violation and betrayal of that bond of trust - in this case between the person concerned and his wife - who, from time to time, may reflect negatively on the relationship of trust between politicians and voters, undermining the foundations.

A second manifestation of the gate-sexy about the sex scandal in the strict sense . In this case, the size sinful and Boccaccio's "under the sheets" to take center stage, revealing the weaknesses and (unexpected) and the sexual habits of the powerful will for ever, more than they can make dozens of campaigns ad hoc, the image of public-policy.
Although the "vice" brings together several generations of politicians (unforgettable, for example, the wrath of the wife of Crispi that, in a furious letter to the secretary of her husband, asking him to "cease to bring sluts to the President "), in recent years, also because of the growing media interest in the private lives of political sex scandals become public knowledge has increased.
They add to the danger of a possible breaking of the bond of trust with the electorate - the same Clinton was saved only because, technically, not lied to the nation - the threat to make the policy inconsistent with the positions previously incurred.
Republican Senator Larry Craig of Idaho , for example, was forced to resign after he tried to have sex with an undercover policeman in a public bathroom. He was a fierce opponent of the marriages gay.
These scandals also raise awareness "puritanical" in regard to sins of the flesh are unable to wake from the state of drowsiness that generally in a gripping moment, showing a sudden and pugnacious combative. Enough to force the resignation of the politician involved in the sex scandal, as happened with the Finnish Foreign Minister Ilkka Kanerva in March 2008, when the contents of "hot" of the 200 text messages were sent to a stripper to the surface. Finally there is the

sex scandal, assuming criminal law, represents a personal threat - is in fact at risk the freedom physical individual - for the politician involved.
A recent example concerns the Israeli President Moshe Katsav , autosospesosi after being charged with, among other things, rape.

Bacchettoni, morals, or simply a desire for more consistency and fairness on the part of politicians, voters, therefore, show some sensitivity to sexual-political scandal, making him a real threat for representatives of the institutions. Who, by virtue of the consequent need to conceal the unmentionable, that arise in blackmail condition representing the common denominator of three different manifestations of the sexy-gate.

The case is bringing Ruby to Berlusconi just seen all the possible threats: compromise of the bond of trust with voters, inconsistent with their political positions, immorality, blackmail and criminal implications.
The fact that the Premier, surveys show they have not been affected in terms of electoral support, is already a great victory .

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The saga of the Little People of meat.

Perhaps love for my homeland me took my hand, and imagination has led me in a strange way that I entitled "Dobes, the saga of the Little People of meat" .. .

In the mists of time, at a time suspended between history and prehistory, the Dolomites when he had said the kingdom of Fanes, some argue that the Carnian Alps were inhabited by the Little People of Dobes. For some are extinct, others still live, unseen in the lands of Carnia mountain with no boundaries between heaven and earth, between history and fantasy, between reality and poetry ...

They still live in the breath of the woods and the murmur of water in the glow of sunrises and sunsets in the chill. Still speak of feeling in the ingenuity of the last carnici ...

Their legend was found in a scroll when it finally is brought to light in the pages of this book, Feltrinelli sold in bookstores and on the Internet site My

book ... The reader who wants to venture into the reading will have to excuse the rough shape, but I do not have the patience to go back to review and correct the first draft done by jet to the computer at various times.

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" Then they came for me, and it was no one left to speak out ..."
(Martin Niemhöller)

"Because the woman is not heaven and earth". It 's almost dark when, on the lines of "Ballad of Women", a square castle still pretty crowded dissolves into a long and exciting applause full of dignity. to thousands of women , young and old, which by early afternoon, white scarf around his neck, invaded the center of Milan, Via Dante in Largo Cairoli, to the foot of the Castello Sforzesco. But also that of many men , convinced that the battle for the respect of the body and figure of the woman should be fought on the ground cultural more than on the gender issue.

And so, in Milan of the intangible asset, a short walk from the triangle of fashion, the verses of the late Edoardo Sanguinetti are charged with more meaning in a voice choked with emotion Ottavia Piccolo, accompanied by respectful silence of the square. A square
that during the three hours of the event knows excited, listen, be heard - to cries of "shame" and "resign" - and be noticed, as when the waving of thousands of white scarves the color 'dreary Sunday in Milan, giving a glance from chills.

Other shocks coming from the stage, where a brilliant Teresa Mannino accompanies the activities of the various guests, expressions of civil society that today - with very few exceptions - took to the streets trimmed with flags of the party and wrapped in the flag. Among other Franca Rame, Gad Lerner, Massimo Cirri, Dario For and a representative of the prison notes, which, in a letter, shows how they sound mocking, the ears of the prisoners, giving money to the Premier unspecified "persons in difficulty. "

mocking are also a number of posters, banners and banners emerging with difficulty from the stream of people - there some say sixty thousand, one hundred thousand people who actually - who filled in an extraordinarily peaceful and composed of the square.
There are those (self-) ironic - that phenomenal reading "Silvio , 'm pregnant!" - The most explicitly feminist - " free to act, capable of reacting " - and the most forcaioli, addressed to the President of Council - " in jail!" - to confirm the multiplicity and diversity of entries in the square. A diversity in social, political and generational you notice the little things: a keffiyeh crumpled next to a soft silk scarf, stylish heels next to a trendy "dancer", a "nail" the rebel side in a warm double-breasted. But you see disappear in the kiss on the forehead with an elegant and old teacher in Milan salutes his old pupil, now father and ask him to give of yourself. Or when one great voice rises from the square to the tune of "Scandal" by Gianna Nannini and the repartee between the stage and the audience " If not now, when? - Now! . A voice that reaches in Largo Cairoli, where the enthusiasm of the crowd came to lapped the statue of Garibaldi, a symbol of that ' Unit that Italy, at least today, seems to have found.
data on turnout in the streets, who come from all over Italy, are indeed impressive. The organizers, from the stage, they read the general euphoria: one hundred thousand in Rome and Naples, fifty thousand in Turin, Bologna twenty thousand, ten thousand in Palermo and in many other Italian and foreign cities, from London to Hawaii. At the end of the day will be even one million worldwide .

And so, to the tune of "Hello Beautiful " adapted from Modena City Ramblers, Milan melts into a liberating dance, found those 'soul Resistance the square, with its thousand voices, now has wanted to enrich with new meanings: resistance to cultural degradation, resistance adrift of a power system often misogynistic and sprawling.
Above all, resistance to the idea that the meaning and scope of this major event can be impoverished by their interpretation in moralistic, which distorts the real nature

that of a genuine and spontaneous motion of charged culture.

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few weeks ago, I mentioned that Luke could maybe let us fix the antenna and buy the decoder for digital terrestrial.
retrospect, I think I prefer to continue with the radio and the Internet, instead of showering me shit today call information: slanted in either direction, sensationalist, approximate. If
be shit, I prefer to take a ride in the stables.

I can not follow all the debates about things that I'm passionate. Maybe I'm not passionate enough. Maybe I'm sick of always see the same pattern that no one at the end he changes his mind, not at all '. Maybe I do not give anything to change even more stupid the idea. Or maybe I'm getting a bit 'too dull.

Not to mention the debates and initiatives about things that I feel passionately. Today, if I open a page that talks about box and walker, a bit in the usual terms' terrorist with whom we speak of these terrible means of containment of the past. A comment the price increases. I'm tempted to write that it is not like that at times you may realize that a child would just like to try the veal and it might be the right compromise, without necessarily having to break my back every time. I begin to write, then close, but what the hell do I care to say my time on something dull and far away from me? If one is so decerebration can not judge for themselves such a thing as I did at the time, it will not be my opinion to bring it back to the magically insane.

I spell for the passion. Not so much to love passionately, as for what people put in the work. That's why I like watching documentaries about the making of the film, especially when there was behind a large craft (make-up, costumes or even "just study" of the scenes and sets). Recently I watched a documentary on the production of the film "Hellboy" and was astounded by the amount of artists working in film: sculptors, make-up artists, creators of animatronics (puppets), experts in computer graphics and so on.
For most of these professions, I wondered why Cinecittà does not become a training center for operators film world? Why throw money into the system of science degree in gardening and flower (yes, there is one) and then a guy who want to work in the show has to learn by myself?

charm for me the talent. There are people who have an incredible amount, together with as much humility. Francesca Pedretti
For example, my teacher, who always manages to go beyond itself and to create beautiful and innovative choreography.
For example, Mike Mignola, with a simple "There is no" can make us smile and think together. Not to mention when we moved with a "Fuck you".
For example, my husband, who manages to be beautiful and messy at all What he does, and eventually receives congratulations from all sides (hopefully outweigh the screams of his wife).

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Stand in front of the calendar and count the days when your kids are on holiday from school, without that there is a municipal service replacement (Grest, etc.). I
result 60 days of vacation per year, excluding half-days the first week of school and any half-days during the last week of June.
take a family like mine, where I state I am entitled to 32 lousy vacation days and my husband 21: put together, are 53 days, with no overlap.
Some genius I tell you, but ask your grandparents! Of course a pity that grandparents are working anche loro e, a parte il fatto che le loro ferie non sono al mio servizio, spesso i loro impegni e le loro scadenze di lavoro non sono rimandabili.
Per ora, riesco a tamponare usando il congedo parentale. Che però mi serve anche per le malattie, dal momento che Ettore ha compiuto i 3 anni. Ma il contratto di mio marito non recepisce il congedo parentale.
Amarezza e disgusto. E non siamo ancora arrivati alle elementari.

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Il bèc d’àur (il caprone d’oro).

La valle del Chiarsò nella quale sorge il Comune di Paularo viene chiamata anche valle di Incaroio. Un nome anche questo probabilmente storpiato nella traduzione dal carnico. Il termine locale Cjaròi infatti, doveva semmai venir tradotto con Caroio. Ma la frase andare “in Cjaròi” per significare l’andare nella valle del Cjaroi, credo alla fine abbia dato luogo alla storpiatura per cui oggi ci troviamo a parlare della valle d’Incarojo invece che di quella del Caròio. Ma comunque la si voglia chiamare la valle di Paularo, l’etimo di Cjaròi nella parlata locale è clear of Celtic.
The indirect confirmation comes from the fact that none have been found downstream of Carnia evident traces of the Celts as this, especially with the discovery of the cemetery Celtic Misincinis. E 'is logical that in the oral tradition of this valley there are many legends that refer to the period erspressamente celitco. Among these, the most famous is undoubtedly that of Bec d'Aur (Golden Goat) which tells the Valley and Rivalpo. Even
of this legend is not a single version, there are different variations that nevertheless agree on some elements. The common element is that the highlands of the mountain in the right half of Chiarsò were once inhabited by pagans. And 'the name by which the Roman conquerors Christian, called the last remnants of the Celtic clan, who continued to live their culture and their religion isolated mountains. In many areas of the meat we are the caves known as the Pagans or Salvàns, in memory of the last groups of pagans or wild men of the woods who lived here. Only in the valley of Cjaròi however, tell of the legends specifically refer to these people.
It is said therefore that Rivalpo Valley over the country, in places Chiaserualis was a village which you can still see the ruins, inhabited by pagans. A village stood in the same plateaus Pornescis, sopra il paese di Cleulis al di là del rio di Valle. Quello di Cjaserualis era il villaggio celtico più importante della valle perchè oltre al solito villaggio con le case dai tetti di paglia, aveva un grande castello. Già questo fatto sarebbe stato sufficiente a distinguerlo dagli altri villaggi, ma il fatto straordinario era che il castello non era stato costruito da mani umane, e che non vi abitavano degli umani. Era stato portato lì da non si sa dove, da essere ultraterreni... Un po’ come si racconta per la casa di Nazareth portata dagli angeli a Loreto. Vi abitava un caprone d’oro, o rivestito d’oro. Qui i racconti si differenziano. Secondo quelli di Valle che sono più portati ad esagerare il Bèc era proprio interamente fatto di oro, secondo quelli di Rivalpo, più realisti il caprone era un vero animale, con il pelo fatto di fili di oro. Che tra le due borgate ci siano due versioni diverse, risulta più che naturale, se si pensa che neppure sul nome della località hanno la stessa versione, ciò che a valle è Cjarsovalas a Rivalpo diventa Cjarasualas. Per non far torto nè agli uni nè agli altri, nel raccontò userò d’ora in poi il termine di Chiaserolis, usato dal Lazzarini che all’inizio del secolo scorso è stato il primo a studiare i resti del villaggio.
Comunque, lasciando perdere la disputa sul nome, nel merito a me onestamente (non me ne abbiano quelli di Valle!) sembrerebbe più credibile l’idea di un animale con il manto d’oro. Se così fosse gli studiosi troverebbero un interessante spunto di ricerca per provare a capire come sia possibile che in una valle della Carnia, si sia diffuso lo stesso mito del vello d’oro che secondo la mitologia greca si trovava nella Colchide, nell’attuale Asia Minore, e che fu rapito da Giasone e Medea. Un collegamento che intriga anche uno come me che, pur non potendosi considerare uno studioso della materia, non può dimentica d’essersi laureato con una tesi proprio sulla tragedia di Medea.
Guarda il caso! Studiare all’Università il mito di Medea che rapisce il vello d’oro, per poi ritrovarsi da vecchio sui monti della Carnia, con lo stesso mito!...
Perchè, caso vuole, che anche la leggenda della valle del Cjaròi si sviluppi sul tema del rapimento del vello d’oro, o del bèc fatto d’oro. Comunque, anche per quelli di Valle che lo credevano fatto d’oro, il bec non era una semplice statua, ma un essere soprannaturale vero e proprio. Tutte le tradizioni orali convengono sul fatto che si trattava di un essere straordinario che proteggeva i Pagàns, privilegiando come è evidente quelli del villaggio dove risiedeva. Aveva una particolare virtù, si diceva che favorisse la fecondazione delle donne...Forse era soltanto una diceria, ma sta di fatto che tutte le famiglie di Cjarsevualis avevano nove o dieci figli, mentre la gran parte delle donne di Pronescis non avevano figli. If he had not reversed the trend was in danger the survival of the village, so those of Pronescis (Desperate times call for extreme remedies!) Got the idea to kidnap the Bec d'Aur, to bring in their own village.
In greek myth Medea accompanied by the Argonauts moved to kidnap the golden fleece guarded by Creon. Those of Pornescis moved en masse, men and women, with every weapon at their disposal, led by their Druid. They crossed the river valley at night to take by surprise in their sleep those Chiarsevualis. But those were the Bec d'aur Chiarsevualis that what was to be supernatural, he sensed danger and began to play wildly in the night the bell which, from the highest tower of the castle, usually played at dawn and when the first shadows of sunset stretched across the valley. The Druid who had visited the castle to ask the reason of quell'allarme, was informed of the danger they were running the village and immediately organized an expedition that took steps to stop those Pornescis before they could bring to the huts used as house to burn ....
according to a version where the fight took place today stands the hut of Albareit low, which takes its name from the white that you could see even from a great distance today, where they lie the pastures of the hut, which was given from the bones of the dead bodies of the carnage in cui era finita la battaglia. . Secondo un’altra versione invece lo scontro avvenne sui prati di malga Plombs e mentre “nel castello il Bec d'Aur assisteva allo scontro fra i Pagans l'ira crebbe in lui. Come potevano quei miseri uomini pretendere di trattare un dio come se fosse qualcosa di loro proprietà? Così il Bec d'Aur si animò ed uscì dal castello per punire la presunzione degli uomini. Corse verso il crêt che sovrastava Cjaserualis, e con i colpi delle sue potenti corna fece saltare in frantumi la roccia, questa franò improvvisamente con un enorme boato, e precipitò sul campo di battaglia uccidendo gran parte dei Pagans impegnati nello scontro. Anche il castello fu travolto e distrutto in un solo istante, con tutte the walls which had challenged the centuries intact.
to me, I confess, this second version is not convincing ... The hut Plombs and the crack that would be formed for the wrath of the b and c, which has shattered the mountain, is located beyond the village of Chiaserolis Coming from Pronescis. If this really should be the source of the crack, that is the anger of the Bec d'Aur for the war between the Pagans, it must be assumed that there was another assault on Chiaserolis by inhabitants of the village located on the plateau Ciagnòn above the present town of Cabia. With those of the inhabitants of Ciagnon Cjarsevalis, they could meet halfway around Suart, and there the Bec d'aur could shatter the rock, giving rise to the clay Plombs still visible, but not with those who were Pronescis the other side ...
If the Gospels are four different versions of how the Apostles have discovered that Jesus was resurrected, is not surprising that there are uncertainties about how the war is over and Chiaserolis Pronescis ... The only thing certain is that in addition there is a hut Plombs crevasse that would be formed following the horns of the Bec d'Aur.
"Believe it or leave it, my grandfather used to say. All agree however on the last part of the legend in which he tells how after this fratricidal battle, the few survivors scattered in the mountains of Carnia, in woods and caves, so much so that mothers threaten their children by telling them more restless "Cjale vegnin that the Pagans, and if you puartin no way you fas the BRAF (be careful that the pagans and you away if you're good) .. The Bec d'Aur
offended by what they had done the Pagans did not return for men and still roams the mountains without anyone could ever meet. Walking left deep imprints in the ground and where it stops to rest its shape is marked on the grass scorched by the power that emanates from his body. Each time the mountaineers are these tracks and know that they are those of the Bec d'Aur who once lived in the castle of Cjaserualis.
To confirm that these are not a true story and a legend of the inhabitants of the Valley is that of Rivalpo are agreed that, in Rio Plombs, so it is called the first stretch of the river Then, a tributary of Chiarsò, was found The bell from the tower of the castle, the alarm sounded in the famous night of the fight. It can still be seen in the church of S. Martino. It 's the bronze bell on the door of the sacristy in the church entrance that warns of the priest, for the start of religious services.
Here, however, the witness of this bell, the story ended with the Bec d'Aur scattered no one knows where the mountains of Carnia. It would be so even finished my story, if I had met by chance at the Rivalpo Sepe. that he knew of stories galore. It was an old age undefinable. Very small, with the face that resembled a skull on which it had dried up the skin as seen in the mummies of Venzone. His body was that of a ten year old girl, had also been shrunken and stooped with age, so it seemed even smaller. Not a woman, but one of the "little guys" that according to legend she was telling, they lived in before Carnia of meat. He lived in a hut above the village, which seemed made to his measure. Upon entering, even to me who also are not high, it was instinctive to lower his head to avoid the risk of nock in the ceiling.
I had brought a bottle of brandy as a gift because they told me that she liked and that the facilitation in the story. She opened drank a few sips barrel. But not yet decided to answer my question about what he knew about the Bec d'Aur and kept me on tenterhooks for more than a quarter of an hour. Then, finally, as if the brandy had managed to free it of holding a lump in my throat: "It's nothing to the legend of the abduction of Bec, who already know," he began, "comparing his entourage."
"What next?" Incalzai the curious. He brought out to tell me that it is not true that the Bec d'Aur has left the Valley and Rivalpo, and called me the explanation why in his small house could be seen constantly visiting young couples. According to what I was told Sepe, the Bec d'Aur Chiaserolis still lives in the size of the invisible, and still has all his powers in helping women to bear children. He reported that a number of cases of young couples who for years had no children, who had tried to consult the leading specialists in gynecology with no result, and that following his advice had gone to make love in the forest between Chiaserolis remains of the village, drinking water from the river Plombs and invariably after nine months had come to thank accompanied by tears of a child in swaddling clothes.
"But one day just to make love in Chiaserolis?" In spite of myself I had to stop it surprised, "to solve all the problems of artificial insemination, or heterologous! Can you imagine we would have crowds of people from all over the world! "
" I do not know what these inseminations "estrologhe," I replied her undeterred and beaten "and I would not even stand that people in droves to the Valley accorresse Rivalpo I I just told you how things are ... "
" But because you have no recourse to the fertilization of the Bec d'Aur? " la provocai allora, sapendo che non aveva avuto figli. Mi vergognai di me stesso, per la battuta infelice. Ma oramai m’era uscita di bocca. Lei non parve particolarmente offesa, mi rispose tranquillamente che il Bec d’aur non è lo Spirito santo, ci vuole comunque un uomo, perchè la sua l’influenza abbia effetto, e lei era invece come Maria Vergine che per tutta la vita non aveva conosciuto uomo.
Quasi a chiedere scusa per la mia impertinenza, dimostrando interesse per il racconto le chiesi se bastava una visita a Chiaserolis per godere del miracolo. “No!” mi rispose precisa e convinta, guardandomi fisso negli occhi, quasi a sfidare la mia incredulità. Si deve tornare per quindici giorni di seguito. E dopo aver made love to the woman must drink water to ferruginous spring which is located under the "ciampùs" small fields, which are nothing more than the tombs of the cemetery of the Celts ...
Adding to the legend that Sepe was running, I had confirmed the idea that the Bec d'Aur was the most important laws of the meat, which in some way linked to the Celtic culture in Greek. Therefore wished to hear about the opinion of Dalco Diver, the author has managed to invent a story about a stay in Carnia antiquity of that Pythagoras.
I found him rummaging in the countryside behind the houses in the village of Misincinis, per trovare conferma d’una sua teoria nella quale la leggenda del Bec d’àur aveva un riferimento di assoluto rilievo. “Scusi,” gli chiesi a bruciapelo, “lei che ha persino immaginato Pitagora tra queste montagne cosa mi dice d’una possibile relazione tra le leggende del Bèc d’Aur a Valle Rivalpo e del Vello d’Oro in Grecia?”. All’udire la mia domanda, si fermò di scatto, come se qualcosa l’avesse ferito. Aveva in mano una punta di freccia e prese a pulirla. Puliva la freccia e mi parlava, come se la sua attenzione fosse rivolta alla freccia e non alle parole che mi diceva.
“Lei è più intelligente di quanto può sembrare!” iniziò. Non I said and I do not offended because I knew that to speak with him you had to suffer the attacks of his originality and let him speak, leaving from the recorder. Affected by his words, a rant than a story, I thought it was crazy to come to give as the architect of his novel about the Celts. However, without assuming any responsibility, just for the record, I think it right to report what he said.
to him, in pre-Roman times the link between Greece el'Altoadriatico was normal. For connection to the salt mines of Halstatt and Bavaria, he preferred the sea link, easier than the difficulties that would have involved crossing foot of the Balkan Peninsula. He then went back over and then that of Tiliaventus Chiarsò and crossed the Alps with the step of Meledis. If we agree on this theory is clearly important that from the earliest antiquity had Cjaròi the valley, the valley of rest before traveling through the Alps along with meats why they settled in the valley of the Greek colonies, and between these, the most famous was the one who settled on the plateau at the foot of Mount Tersadia. Although this name has been mangled. Thessaly was called in those days, a reminder of the region of Greece from which the settlers had arrived, and the level of Chiaserolis is the same story of Medea!
"This then," I could not help but exclaim with the exclamation closed recorder, thinking that the party I had drunk the brain.
But then thinking back to what I said, the recorder is off, I repent of having done so. I was able to document at least the fantasy of unlimited Diver ...
He took me to think about the fact that the houses in the village had a rectangular base, while Celtic, as one can see the mountain in Raveo Sorantri are round. And this, according to him was sufficient evidence that the village was not Celtic.
I remembered how in the Greek legend it is said that Medea and Jason returned from Colchis, points Jupiter, lost the route and end up Adriatic and then up through the Po and the Rhone reach Liguria and Sardinia, and then finally the Monte Circeo, to purify themselves from the sorceress Circe. According to Diver transcribers do not know the geography made a mistake the georeferencing. In fact, the river routes, coming from the Adriatic, and it is precisely the Tiliaventus Cjaròi, and the sorceress Circe lived in the lake which was at that time on top of the mountain just across the Tersadia Cucco. There were purified Jason and Medea the sorceress Circe who had committed the murders, and in gratitude, they left the inhabitants of Chiaserolis who had hosted a small piece of the Golden Fleece who had the power to promote fertility women but also animals and all nature.
When you leave take the imagination and mixes love for your country, you end up imagining his country at the center of the world. In this perspective one can understand the reconstruction fantastic Diver. Although, to tell the truth, I also found some response in the stories that made me Sepe linked to the mountains of Valle Rivalpo.
She in fact told me that there was a lake on Mount Cucco. The mountain was a volcano, as there are others in the world, where the crater was filled with water to form a lake. Then as a result of an earthquake had broken one side of the bank and the water rushed taking behind the mountain, giving rise to the crevices of the Lander, and finally overthrew the Roman municipium Iulium Carnicum. Sepe also told me that on the lake of Mount Cucco, lies a fairy who occasionally went out to sunbathe as they do now large colonies of marmots that inhabit the valley in which stood the lake. A fairy who appears to have fallen in the form of an angel to warn people of impending danger of Zuglio. But even then, as now you do not believe in fairies, nor angels, nor, so when the wave of the lake rushed to the country destroyed homes and swept all the inhabitants, as recently happened to Longarone overwhelmed by ' wave of the artificial lake Vajont invaded by a huge landslide.
remains the problem of explaining how the term Circe has been mangled to become Cucco, but if Cjaròi Incaroio and become everything is theoretically possible ...

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Cairo, February 11, 2011

" Freedom is not a means to a higher political end. E 'itself

il fine politico più alto "
(J. Acton)

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joy from the real world, reprise

Capita che una persona faccia una bella esperienza con una certa azienda. E, avendo un blog, ne parli .
Capita anche che quell'azienda sia particolarmente attenta alla comunicazione, anche in rete. Capita che, grazie a un aggregatore , quell'azienda venga I know that the concerns of the post. It happens like that idea, and from that starting point is a revenue page published in La Stampa on Saturday (February 5).
course, the company does not fail to thank the blogger in question.
seems to me a beautiful example of how communication should work for any company.

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Arcore, February 6, 2011

Ecco le immagini, le voci, i suoni e i colori della manifestazione di domenica 6 febbraio in largo Vela, ad Arcore, di fronte alla villa di Berlusconi.
Grazie a Sonia per le foto e alla mitica "Sony DSC" di Diego per i video!!

P.S. I due ragazzi arrestati dopo gli scontri di domenica sera - Giacomo Sicurello e Simone Cavalcanti - sono stati rilasciati il giorno seguente. Il processo si terrà il 7 marzo.
Non hanno morsicato il polpaccio a nessun carabiniere.

not become ministers of the interior.

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There are days when you get up with the best intentions. Despite your children's cough, despite antibiotics Amelia and your tummy virus. Games
a bit 'with Hector in the bed, cuddling Amelia, come down for breakfast. Pull out the butter to make cookies later. Eat breakfast calmly, for once. There is only one detail that
I worried a bit ': the Bigia behaves oddly, as if there was a mouse under the kitchen cabinets. Telephones your mom, ask her if you think you have to worry about and she, knowing the Bigia, says absolutely not, I figured. At that moment
Amelia, on the couch in the living room, screamed: is seeing a mouse that walks around the room. You think that suggestion, and instead there is the mouse. Nights in Rodanthe
send the children upstairs, close all doors as possible, move all the furniture and shelves in which the rat could infrattarsi. And the mouse is infratta under the piano.
call your husband, door to ask if you can just glue from the dairy.
You get all the cats you can find in the yard, even those that are not yours. Do not care about the mouse, just you and you give importance Bigia (which already would be humiliating).
you added in the Bigia. He goes out once and she does not see it. But he sees you and comes back inside.
comes out again, this time the Bigia sees it and if you let get away. He comes back under the piano.
After an hour of this brought her, you decide to take matters in hand: Take a long, flat aluminum profiles and Ravana under the piano (you have no idea how much stuff can lurk under an upright piano? Here). The mouse comes out, right in front of Bigia is left petrified. Then a blow with the soft section, and then another, until you're sure he's dead. Throw it fuori, per la gioia dei gatti del cortile. Hai sporcato un po' di sangue, pulisci il profilato e il pavimento.
Chiami i bambini per dire che possono scendere, metti a posto tutto ciò che hai spostato, passi l'aspirapolvere perché hai tirato fuori lo sporco dei secoli. Ti fanno male le spalle e il collo, ora che ti stai rilassando.
Chiami tua madre, per rassicurarla e farti due risate. Chiami tuo marito, per dirgli che la colla non serve più perché il topo hai provveduto ad eliminarlo con le tue mani.
Lui dice: "Sei grande".
Dovevo ammazzare un topo per sentirmelo dire.