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ice favorite

Silver Europeans 2010, bronze at the 2010 World Cup

Federica Faiella and Massimo Scali.

If you want to attend the theater on ice look at them!

Europeans this year:

World 2008

Here Europeans 2009,

romance a go go on the notes of

"Moonlight Sonata" by Beethoven

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Here it is, always ready to bite, dissatisfaction, ready to bring them all with his strong arms, attempting in vain to get rid of you, not make you fill all your spaces, and you understand that when it's up to you to be the first woman, you have to leave to do it to vent, to wait for her to vacate the campo.Speriamo this time it is fed up soon!

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is coming (finally) the next season of skating on ice and recall with pleasure the last Winter Olympics, so I got the idea to do a series of skaters preferiti.Oggi beginning of my post with a couple that I really like are the champions of the U.S. and silver medal in Vancouver: Meryl Davis and Charlie White .

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Dostoevsky

Dostoevsky

I wanted to be Dostoevsky to bend the words

For every fold, every distance, every reflection that break the heart

with you I wanted to steal the water from the Moon

Orlando How I lost my mind and I'm also lucky.

I wanted to erase from your eyes that boredom and loneliness that

But then I gave too many things for granted and do not follow you more

As rain also love a refreshing season hostile

As the rain then the love is destined to end.

The most important things as we always say the voiceless

Just look at the glass of a pardon or under a pulse of light

And the truth did not cry tears, no spectators or refuge

We lost and found in a glass in a shipwreck.

I wanted to be Dostoevsky to bend the words

For every fold, every distance, every reflection that we messed up the heart

with you I wanted to steal the water of Luna

But how many time I lost and I'm also lucky.

(text by M. Bubola, music by M. Bubola and P. Fabrizi)

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matter of survival are

Massimo Murru

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QUESTION OF SURVIVAL

Without this your mouth that never tires,

of what happens I know what you

me, I go around a little stranger

is a matter of survival, to live with you or live without

Without this your gossipy curiosity, which warms the lives of those around you turns

me, I go away when I speak

is a matter of survival, you live with or live without you.

I would try if you would go away, your faults I needed

or try another like you, who resembles you, even in your mania

but there is something , another that it is the same as you

one that fills the day, one with your desire for life.

Without your hair do me a compass,

as I'd understand what direction to take

I, over my nose I can not see

is a matter of survival, you live with or live without you.

you try, if you would go away, your faults I needed

or try another like you, who resembles you, even in your mania

but there is none, one that is equal to you

one that fills the day, one with your desire for life.

Sometimes stubborn and six out of reach,

take it or leave I'll take that as six

and more that I can not say here

is a matter of survival, you live with or live without you.

(G. Paoli)

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Patrick Ensoli

are sin.

I live in the sins of my being.

close my eyes and I stay with me

no one knows, imagine

what I say

what I think

who, what I see .....

when I close my eyes and I stay with me.

When I'm with me

birth

return

I lose

and nobody knows

that come and go ....

that the form is weakness

that the form is strong.

Many think they know,

know,

and I, him leave you to believe.

I have grown up in a cage

making me deceive freedom

making me believe ....

I was so docile

puppet ... so I obeyed without wires.

But I'm free

inside me, I'm free

you can not imprison the thought,

ideas,

soul,

the heart.

believe they have

leave him ... and I believe ...

I live in the sins of my being .....??

Patrick Ensoli

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sin did I love the little prince

(English version)

 I loved you

I loved you, though perhaps

still not off the

all love.

But if you no longer torment

I want nothing you grieve.

Hopeless, jealous,

I loved you in silence and suffering,

I loved you dearly as

-God-wants- to love another.

Pushkin

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Excerpt from the beautiful fantasy story for children (and not)

"The Little Prince (Le Petit Prince) wrote in allegorical and delicate issue

Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, a lesson on the meaning of love and ' Friendship!

Chapter 21 °

At that the fox appeared.

"Good morning," said the fox.

"Good morning," said gently the little prince, he turned around but saw no one.

"I'm here," the voice said, "under the apple tree ..."

"Who are you?" ask 'the little prince, "You are very pretty ..."

"I am a fox," said the fox.

"Come play with me," proposed the little prince, I'm so' sad ... "

"I can not play with you," said the fox, "are not tame."

"Oh, excuse me," said the little prince.

But after a moment's reflection he added:

" What does that mean?"

"You're not from these parts, thou," said the fox, "What are you looking?"

"I am looking for men," said the little prince. ;

" What does that mean?"

"Men," the fox said, "They have guns and hunt. It 's very boring! also raise chickens. E' are their only interests. You looking for chickens? "

" No, "said the little prince." I am looking for friends. What does it mean "?"

"It 's an act too often forgotten. ... It means "

"To establish ties?"

"Sure," said fox. "You, so far, for me, you're not a boy like a hundred thousand other little boys. And I need you. And you have no need of me. I'm not for just a fox like a hundred thousand foxes. But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. You will be unique in the world to me, and I will be 'unique to you. "

" I'm beginning to understand " said the little prince. 'There is a flower ... I think she has tamed me ... "

" It' s possible, "said the fox. "It happens to everyone on Earth ..."

"Oh, not 'on Earth," said the little prince.

The fox seemed' puzzled

"On another planet?"

"Yes".

"Are there hunters on this planet?"

"No".

"This interests me. Are there chickens?"

"No".

"There ' and 'nothing's perfect, "sighed' the fox. But the fox return 'to his idea

"My life is' boring. I hunt chickens, and men hunt me. All chickens are just alike, and all men are alike. And I bored because '. But if you tame me, my life will be' enlightened. I shall know 'the sound of footsteps that will be' different from all others. Other steps send me hurrying back underneath the ground. Yours will call me 'out of my burrow like music. And then look: you see down there 'after all, fields of wheat? "I do not eat the bread and grain, for me it' s useless. The wheat fields say nothing to me. And this' sad! But you have hair the color of gold. Then it will be 'wonderful when you have tamed me. The wheat and that 'golden, will make me' think of you. And I shall love 'the sound of wind in the wheat ... "

The fox gazed' long the little prince

" Please ... tame, "he said.

" Willingly, "said the little prince," but do not have much time, but '. I have friends to discover, and learn many things. "

" One only understands the things that one tames, "said the fox." Men have no more 'time to learn anything. They buy things already 'done. But there is no shop with friends, men no longer have 'friends. If you want a friend, tame me! "

"What should I do?" ask 'the little prince.

"We must be very patient," said the fox. "In the beginning you will sit down a bit 'away from me, so' the grass. I'll look at you 'with one eye and you will say nothing. Words are a source of misunderstandings. But every day you will sit a bit 'more' close ... "The Little Prince

return 'the next day.

" It would be better to return at the same time, "said the fox.

" If you come, For example, every afternoon at four o'clock, I shall begin by the three 'to be happy. Over time will increase' my happiness'. When will the four, begin 'agitated and worried; discover' how happy '! But if you come you do not know when I will not know 'that never prepare my heart ... It takes the rites. "

" What is' a ritual, "said the little prince.

" This too 'something long forgotten, "said the fox." That' s what make one day different from other days, one hour from other hours. There 's a ritual, for example, among my hunters. Every Thursday they dance with girls of the village. So Thursday 'a wonderful day! I far as the vineyards. If the hunters danced at just any day, would be like every day, and I would never vacation. "

Cosi 'the little prince tamed' the fox.

And when the hour of departure drew near:

"Ah!" the fox said, "... weep '."

"negligence and' your 'said the little prince," I never wanted to hurt you, but you wanted me to tame you ... "

'It is true, "said the fox.

" But you cry! " said the little prince.

"And 'course," said the fox.

"Then it for you?" There

gain, "said the fox," the color of wheat. "

Then he added:

'Go again at the roses. You will understand that yours is' unique in the world. Then come back to say goodbye, I'll give you 'a secret. "

The little prince went away' to again at the roses.

"You are not at all like my rose, yet you are nothing," he said. "No one has tamed you, and you have tamed no one. You are like my fox. He was only a fox like a hundred thousand others. But I have made my friend and now it 'for me unique." ;

And the roses were very much embarrassed.

"You are beautiful, but you are empty," she said again. "You can not 'die for you. Certainly, an ordinary passerby would think that my rose looked just like you, but she, she alone, and 'more' important than all of you, because it 's you that I have watered. 'Cause you that I have put under the glass globe. 'Cause you that I have sheltered behind the screen. 'Cause for her that I killed the caterpillars (except the two or three for butterflies). 'Cause I heard she grumbled, or boasted, or even sometimes remain silent. 'Cause my rose. "

and return' to the fox.

" Goodbye, "he said.

" Goodbye, "said the fox." Here's my secret. It 's very simple: One sees clearly only with the heart. The essential 'invisible to the eye. "

"What is essential and 'invisible to the eye", he repeats' the little prince, to remember.

"It' s the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so 'important'. ;

"It 's the time I have wasted for my rose ..." whisper 'the little prince to remember.

"Men have forgotten this truth.' But you must not forget it. You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed. You are responsible for your rose ..." ;

"I am responsible for my rose ..." repeats' the little prince to remember.

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diver

of you love her long legs ,

childish, slow,

auctions take

sweet

spirals that adolescents go up

endless

exact touch and shudder.

Di te amo arms

young

spanning trusting

my imbalance

hands unveiling,

hands multiplying

accompanying quickly darkened my swimming.

I love your lap full of shadow

slow-wave and solitary,

where the sea is becoming exhausted,

where sink up to break my heart,

and love drowning

and cry.

of you love the big eyes,

probe where the dark abyss of my anxiety,

to discover in the arcane

under the ocean oceans.

of you love her more than they can say

my word

and my sadness.

Vinicius de Moraes

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Invisible Cities

Invisible Cities

A Chloe, great city, the people who pass through the streets you do not know. At each imagine a thousand things about each other, the meetings could take place between them, conversations, surprises, caresses, bites. But no one greets anyone; eyes lock for a second and then dart away, seeking other eyes, do not stop.
A girl twirling a parasol on her shoulder, and slightly also her rounded hips. Passes a lady in black comes along, showing her years, her eyes restless beneath her veil, her lips trembling. A tattooed giant, a young man with white hair, a dwarf, two twins, dressed in coral. Something runs between them, an exchange of glances like lines that connect one figure with another and draw arrows, stars, triangles until all combinations are gone in a flash, and other characters enter the scene: a blind man with a cheetah on a leash, a courtesan with an ostrich feather fan in an adolescent, a woman-cannon. So between those who happen to find themselves together, taking shelter from the rain under the porch, or crowded under a tent in the bazaar, or stopping to listen to the band in the square, meetings, seductions, copulating, orgies, no one touches it with a finger, almost without looking up.
A voluptuous vibration constantly stirs Chloe, the most chaste of cities. If men and women began to live their ephemeral dreams, every phantom would become a person with whom to begin a story of pursuits, pretenses, misunderstandings, on the impact of oppression, and the carousel of fantasies would stop.

From "Invisible Cities" by Italo Calvino.

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be created, generated,

transform ' love in the flesh and the flesh in love

born, breathe, and cry,

and sleep and eat

to cry in order to feed themselves;

and wake up one day and see the light,

the world and listen and

begin to love and then smile and

then smile to cry

and grow and learn, and be, and take and lose,

and suffer, and have to be horror and love,

and feel cursed and forget everything

when a new love and live this love

to death and combining the infinitive ...

Vinicius de Moraes

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not been a month ...
And the words have slipped without my realizing it ...
I was still a child ... with the desire to do, grow up and get by on her own.
This possibility was given to me by a wonderful man who not only made me believe I could do it, I was spurred on, but took care not to make me understand what was giving me. How
support. How much support. Not only material ...
Hailed in his house. As I was a child.
I remember one day ... I was a little low and he was not much about going to see a show that is the perspective of a bore. He invited me. We went together.
an aperitif. We talked a lot. We talked about me, him, the future.
We went to the theater. I'd never been in that theater. It was really nice. With a style from the 900. Not so nice was the show, during which, on his instructions, I could not wake him in time to make everyone realize the other his snoring ...
E 'was really a tremendous spectacle. It 'was a really nice evening.
Chatter from the balcony where we moved. Then a walk under the moon of Rome to the car, the croissants before returning home.
went back with a light heart and a thanks a man who made me feel loved as a daughter.
A hard ... the next day .... I wake up in the melody of a Café du Paris ...
entered the kitchen and he is there, in his kingdom to cook ... so much chaos, as always, but the music makes everything magical.
I love this cd ... I love having a bit of a man so big and that has meant so much in my life, even if the largest piece remains in the love that I wanted, and what I wanted him.
The mountain walks, go to fungi, the songs, the guitar, his "ah, however, his desire to protect those who love even when there is none the need, the bowl of tomatoes and grains at 9 am that brings fun, the political fervor with tomato jelly, his "boys, I love you." His pain that I have not seen. The pain that I was not able to here.
I've really loved. Do you want more.
Hello Victor.

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friends ...

I have friends who do not know what are my friends.

not receive all the love I feel for them or what are necessary for me.

Friendship is a noble sentiment of love. This causes the object to be divided between his other emotions, while love is essential jealousy, which admits of no rivalry.

I could bear, though not without pain, the death of all my loves, but go crazy if my friends all died!

Even those who do not understand how my friends and how much my life depends on their existence ...

not try some of them, I just know they exist. This simple condition encourages me to continue my life. But just because they are not seeking diligently, I can not tell them how much I love them. They do not believe me.

Many of them now reading this "chronic" does not know that they are included in the sacred list of my friends. But it's nice that I know and feel that I love them, even if you do not declare them and do not try.

And sometimes, when I try them, I notice that they do not have the slightest notion of what I needed to be, to what are essential to balance my life, because they are part of the world that I have laboriously constructed and have become the pillars of my fascination with life.

If one of them dies I be wrong.

If I die all collapse.

E 'for this reason that, unbeknownst to them, I pray for their lives.

And I am ashamed because my prayer is ultimately directed to my own welfare. It is perhaps the result of my selfishness.

Sometimes I find myself thinking hard about some of them. When I travel and I am in front of wonderful places, I drop a tear because they are not with me to share that pleasure ...

If something consumes me and I grow old is furious because the wheel of life will not allow me to always have with me while I talk, while walking, living, all my friends, and especially those who only suspect that perhaps will never know are my friends.

A friend does not, it is recognized.

Vinicius De Moraes

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MY FRIENDS DO LA LUNA

My do.

I wonder if today will open the window?,

if you come back with their

smiles, come into my soul?

will sit, I will share their secrets?

O life with his empty gestures will be right and I will push nell'inutile empty

killing human hopes.

the appropriate time I will try to wait and hear the music that precedes them. .

The sun now seems serene mood,

and the wind sweet honey I want to see the sea.

maybe that's where you'll find my

maybe it's there waiting for me.

is because they do not always find today are close to the sea on a rock come to my house tomorrow.

are often in the eyes of children,

from my mother that I love with all your soul, or in the hands of the elderly and late age, but often are in the most unthinkable things.

The moon and the stars are certainly on places they like.

I will be a little everywhere with his eyes in thought and imagination not to let me escape.

where the sun with its rays caresses his cheek just where the sea sometimes formed

thousands and thousands of flames and they stop dancing, I'll see if I can find that place

today. I'll go tiptoe

is because they do not like the noise and prefer quiet places and golden sands,

their highest are the sunsets sometimes forget to be the and you are there for a long time

I'm waiting for a bit all over the place and hopefully it will not let me

or find some time for me.

Biagio Merlino 2009

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This post is dedicated to the moon, and star is definitely my favorite (maybe because it is strongly this in my chart, or because I love mysteries, and what's most mysterious moon? I like beautiful things, and what's more beautiful than the moon light, the light that is able to diffuse in celo, sometimes almost to instill fear: So hath been understood that I love it! In fact, this post I had published years ago in another blog, but I like it so much that I decided to propose it again here.

The moon .....

... The sky ...

....Moon River...

.... Watching the moon makes me feel romantic ...

. .. Or the look because they are romantic ...

... What makes me able to study the fourth 'and moon ....

.... I'm at the mercy of a tree ... you ...

... lost in the night ...

... Or ... In the midst of the sea Your only company ..

... While ...

.. .. the moon rose from the mountain. ..

Cot ... shiny ...

velvet sea ... You ...

try to hide ... to my eyes ...

... And you succeed in your goal ...

.. So ..

... Fly on the wings of imagination ...

you will observe ... to sunset ...

... Sinking into the water ... like oil ...

... I feel on another planet ...

... Looking for new dimensions ...

... on a starry night ...

... Like this ...

... You know that you're my moon ...

... something to show ..

Something .. no!

(Starry Eyes image above are Johnny Weir!)