Monday, November 30, 2009

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Gallipoli, Apulia, ITALY "THE HOUSE OF ARTISTS" BED & BREAKFAST THE HOUSE OF ARTISTS

"La Casa degli Artisti"" is waiting for you!
It is a Bed & Breakfast situated at Villa Maritati De Cesario in Gallipoli, Lecce, Italy.
It is an old small villa in the town centre and by the sea. It was built in the 1950s and now fully renovated by the arch. Giorgio De Cesario.
Moreover this building houses his studio and a permanent exhibition of his paintings. It is also a B & B equipped to receive artists from all over the world, but not only artists, who want to exhibit here their works and, at the same time, spend a delightful holiday.
"The Artists' House" has got four rooms and two suites, all of them with bathroom and TV.
Each room or suite is named after famous artists of the past such as Mondrian, Van Gogh, Leonardo, D'Annunzio, Canova, Bach.
The suites overlook the wonderful sea of Gallipoli and all the guests can use a comfortable terrace where they can have breakfast,chat, read, have a hydromassage in a Jacuzzi pool, sunbathe, paint, write or watch, for example, Santa Cristina's
fireworks, one of the most important summer events.
Not only is Gallipoli famous in the world for its extraordinary position on the Ionian Coast, but also for its history and traditions,for its cultural life and gastronomy.
This small town is Km.40 far from Lecce, Km.40 far from Otranto and Km.40 far from Santa Maria di Leuca,so it can be a very good starting point to explore the region of Salento.

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The Artists' House at Villa De Maritati Cesario, is a new reality of the city of Gallipoli.
It 's a Grandee scenic art container, approximately 1,000 square meters, which, in addition to hosting the Permanent Gallery
Maestro Giorgio De Cesario, aims to promote the territory in different art forms, ranging from exhibitions of painting and sculpture at the presentation of books,
the evening music performances teatrali.Originariamente at The Artists' House was an old '50s house, which oral'Arch. Giorgio De Cesario has wisely restructured, making it example of an eclectic architectural style, very innovative in what is the surrounding urban landscape.
entering this residence is now in contact with the wide display area, an area of \u200b\u200b300 square meters, topped by an imposing wall-sculpture, visible from the outside, dedicated to Professor George Maritati, Latin and popular teacher of Literary Subjects in the '60s and '70s and the first owner of this residence.
On the wall-sculpture in fact shows the first stanza of a poem dedicated to lesbian Gallipoli
that George married, father of the undersigned, wrote back in school year 1962/63 and
was later published in the Yearbook of the State School of Gallipoli (the old school Media GBCrispoora missing). All around the works and paintings of Giorgio De Cesario,
that attract the astonished gaze of visitors with their stupefacentieffetti diaphanous color and with those characters, mysterious, yet so similar to us in their espressionisul face of clay. Already from this first large room you will be astonished by the magic mix-innovazioneche tradition is the leitmotif of the entire structure. A wide staircase leads upstairs, where he continues zonaespositiva, and gives access to another wing of the building that houses an exclusive bed & breakfast for artists edamanti art. Here, every room is named after a different artist: Mondrian with its chromatic geometries, with the Van Gogh his room, his well-known baroque and Bach, Leonardo with its mysteries, D'Annunzio cash Nouveau flourishes and then again on the second floor, Canova, with its neoclassical style. And everywhere portaliun little oriental, a little Mediterranean Andalusian style with colorful ceramics and then vetrateultramoderne large, geometrically zigzagging walls and pyramids, and finally a edilettanti equipped laboratory where artists can try their hand in the creation of works of art and even a large terrace
with piscinaidromassaggio that invites you to relax and dream, especially at sunset.
Every corner hides surprises and unexpected glimpses of not finiscemai to discover new details and new perspectives. This is why many have called the house of fairy tales or the house. We who live we have realized our dream of a life to live daily in a work of art, feeling that we are able to successfully send our guests to the friends who come to visit us.

For more information visit: http://www.lacasadegliartisti.it


Wednesday, October 28, 2009

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Saturday, September 5, 2009

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Tuesday, September 1, 2009

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Tuesday, August 25, 2009

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Friday, August 14, 2009

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Tuesday, July 21, 2009

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Sunday, July 19, 2009

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Look at the stars
Look how they shine for you
And everything you do
Yeah they were all yellow

I came along
I wrote a song for you
And all the things you do
And it was called yellow

So then I took my turn
Oh all the things I've done
And it was all yellow

Your skin
Oh yeah your skin and bones
Turn into something beautiful
D'you know you know I love you so
You know I love you so

I swam across
I jumped across for you
Oh all the things you do
Cause you were all yellow

I drew a line
I drew a line for you
Oh what a thing to do
And it was all yellow

Your skin
Oh yeah your skin and bones
Turn into something beautiful
D'you know for you i bleed myself dry
For you i bleed myself dry

Its true look how they shine for you
look how they shine for you
look at the stars Look How They Shine For You

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Monday, May 25, 2009

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Sinan, a turkish friend met during my trip to Istanbul, I sent this video. Reviewing this incredible city, its lights, the mosques and the entrance door to the Black Sea, I tried again that wonderful feeling of suspension between Asia and Europe.

One man wrote: "If it was allowed to see one thing in life, you should choose Istanbul."

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

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On gi-nation.com can see the new product line already.
Several new year: from new bionic truck, and adjustable spring preload, the rubber square bionic torsion remains but is no longer the only alternative choice to the skate truck.

Outstanding akonikama ProModel the conflict and the length of the deck: almost 106 cm, with a weight really interesting (just over 6kg, in less than a kilogram of leon robbins ProModel mbs, according to data reported by producers). Personally

dribble for the edge: 90 years too graphic on a deck by 99cm, with spring-loaded truck and terraintula aluminum wheels, stopping all the scales at about 6 kg and a half. I wonder who does not enter my quiver nal in the near future. Finally

to note the new tires that keep the nasty side blocks last year, but with the low-end Core design, a sort of semi-slick from mountainboard, so having a tire fast and seems designed to rule the roost on the tracks by boarder .

Friday, May 15, 2009

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sure that if he saw her as it is now. Slowly into oblivion, still tilts the bottle and set fire to the hundredth cigarette.
She thinks, but is blurred. If the spring on the boulevard is not enough to distract from the million pixels in front of him there is a reason.
She enjoys her solitude, like a goddess fallen. He looks around and sees over in contempt because he knows that an excess passenger is just stupid entertainment for one evening, and nothing more.
know what is easy to get carried away by the depth of a black Goya, knows how far away the life he sees in the mirror, you know what the fresh leaves on the tops of the plane to tell the truth. The rain stops and falls asleep, but what is really far away its freedom? How many hours
count the days that separate it from his real life? If you feel dirty is not only for twelve hours have passed since the last shower, if her hair offer resistance to the fingers passing through them is not only a shortage of balsam. Missing him.

Here she lies and half closes his eyes to the moon. Life to the dream is just a physiological time. And tomorrow will be the same.
He's fine, because he knows that his dreams never do not equal the daylight hours. And happy sleeping.

The Giant (or The Colossus), by Francisco Goya - 1808 Oil on canvas, 120 x 100 cm Museo del Prado, Madrid.

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

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Strasbourg [Part III]



Here you go, the third French adventure. In recent months a host of things have happened. A fantastic end of March, crowned with a BA with honors, the beginning of the story with Aidi, a lot of joy, a new season and the desire and energy to throw myself headlong into a new era of my life. At the moment I keep training with a research contract from Bocconi, and a little 'work with the beloved French in Strasbourg, where riapprodato April 18, to remain until May 28. Write memory of these things especially for me, since risk always forget everything. Strasbourg
never stops to amaze me and God only knows how many times I've said. But to see her dressed in the colors of spring, with its lights and its water that runs through it like a lock of hair on his face is incredible. I hope to do some photography this year and maybe even put someone on the blog, which is now visited by very few:) I live in a nice neighborhood
20 meters from my office, on Boulevard d'Anvers, and I have everything at your fingertips . The life I lead is very monastic morning to work, dining alone, I work with a colleague from office is not too expansive, dinner with my neighbor's apartment to say a few words in French. Then review the video with the Italian Aidi, a few movies to your PC (I confess, I'm watching Gossip Girl, but I'm still straight) and then to bed. Live well my loneliness, is giving me thinking a lot. And I'm too tired to go out.

Dall'Ora As you can see this does not prevent me from being late.
you soon!

PS: To those who had not yet seen the video I let my self on the first day in Strasbourg.

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If you wake up too many mornings in a row and looking in the mirror your life you do not like it's time to change something. Maybe you want to change something you just leave everything as is, and stop looking for elsewhere what we already have.
If the ultimate purpose of our existence is the pursuit of happiness, if you are lucky enough to have found it does not let him escape. Never take that for granted, never thinking that can last forever. Do not run away from it and baciatela long as it remains on the sidewalk waiting for his taxi.
If the job of your dreams does not coincide with the life of your dreams you make a choice, but let the margin until you choose with your heart. Difficult decisions do not exist, it is difficult to give up the lighter side of the scale.
If simplicity can find everything you need to be happy, do not call it trivial, do not listen to whoever tells you that you gave up. You probably are languages \u200b\u200bthat have never known happiness, or they left to escape and did not forgive him.
Finally, if you only need a dog, a family, friends, campaign in bloom, a bike and a girl to be happy, you are in my dream.

there a secret to never have regrets: when fear of succumbing in the face of what they've given up, turn our gaze to what you might have missed and I remember doing the right thing.
At the next junction take the road less hard, stop measuring myself and do what makes me happy. For this you need courage.

Revolution.

Monday, May 11, 2009

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misanthropy

I warn you: this post is "full" of swear words, I do not like to write (and in five minutes I'll be sorry that I have posted all) but if you do not like to stop reading here!


Wikipedia states:

The misanthropy is a hatred or distrust of the human race, the attitude of dislike and distrust of other people.


go forward more and more I recognize in this definition.

be clear: not that I think are fun or "cool face" hate and dislike towards the human race in general (I'm not a thirteen year old came up with bread and grunge, thankfully). Simply more

"Grow up", most people do trust, that trust me more back in the form of shovel, truck, car, tons of shit!


If anyone has the patience to read this will guess davero a strange place like this: very personal, slightly introspective, even a po'assurdo and surreal to be honest, really funny, this is!
certainly not "the usual post" on my part. (Unfortunately? For luck? Who knows ...)

But is not this the beauty of blogs? This is not the place to say (and say) what the fuck we please?

I'm not sure if I am to write or four chimey that I drank tonight (BTW, I recommend it really is a beer so good you do not believe for a moment that can not be all so filthy that even after all the monks do something good).

But despite all I want to write, I want to stay here! and (fuck well grammar!) I hope I can say in a short time "is 'jerk who they are and should be' how much crap I wrote."

No shit really, just so tired, too Scazzi, a lot of misplaced trust, too many things that are not (and which are selfish bastard I am thinking only of my very own backyard, because if I had to widen the shot to shit in this country or this world of shit HELP! god for those who believe it, I forbid).

At this point it would take a serious conclusion, pungent, witty and intelligent, but what the fuck you want from me? I'm just a fucking misanthropic shit, an asshole would say, and then concludes:

FUCK!

Sure, English is the coolest in Italian goes something like Menno:

FUCK!

That does not mean a saw, but at least it's liberating!

Friday, February 27, 2009

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A sweater and the pillows



You fly with angels wings
You’ve got my blood in your veins
And your eyes see everything
And they shine like diamond rings

You’re my Sunday
Make my Monday come alive
Just like Tuesday
You’re a new day that wakes me up
Wednesday’s raining
Thursday’s yearning
Friday nights
Then it all ends at the weekend
You’re my star

At times I cave right in
But there’s fights we have to win
And your songs we love to sing
May your dreams forever live

You’re my Sunday
Make my Monday come alive
Just like Tuesday
You’re a new day that wakes me up
Wednesday’s raining
Thursday’s yearning
Friday nights
Then it all ends at the weekend
You’re my star

You’re my star
Yes you are

It's a thrill to see your imagination
Just watching you is an education
What’s in your mind is my fascination
It blows my mind and sets my heart a racing

You’re my Sunday
Make my Monday come alive
Just like Tuesday
You’re a new day that wakes me up
Wednesday’s raining
Thursday’s yearning
Friday nights
Then it all ends at the weekend
You’re my star

[Stereophonics - You’re My Star]


To S.

Monday, February 16, 2009

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Thursday, January 29, 2009

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Just a better democracy



SPRINGFIELD, Illinois (CNN) - The Illinois Senate on Thursday unanimously Voted to remove impeached Gov. Rod Blagojevich from office.

Blagojevich Was Arrested on federal corruption charges in December. Federal Authorities allege, Among Other Things, That He Was Trying to sell or trade the Senate seat vacant after Became That Barack Obama Was Elected President. After the governor's arrest, the State House overwhelmingly Voted to Impeach HIM.

Was The Senate vote 59-0. Moments after

HIM Removing from office, the Illinois Senate Also Voted unanimously to Prevent Blagojevich from ever holding political office were again in the. [...]


Source: CNN.com

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

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I Do not Feel The Same Winter


clear that each band has its best to rent for periods in the eardrums. Winter for me is to brush up on many albums, go to individuals who remain in the shelter throughout the year by the rays of the sun. They are precious music, often a bit 'sad, which is to meditate a bit', to identify with in some ways, and cover the darkness of the solstice freeing up the view of creating images in the mind, without going through the crystal. In the cold of winter is the essential and the numbness turns to shudder.
in my playlist these days there are Keane, with their new britpop made of tunes on the piano, as precise and sharp needles of ice. I took out yesterday Hopes and Fears and I put it on the stereo. Also because the winter is made of full albums. And just chopped nell'iTunes songs that go to the event as you do in the shower and screaming smanacciando Papete mode after an afternoon in the sun. Album meditation, chosen with the preciousness of a gesture worthy of the vinyl, dropped out of the shelf with a soft touch, as we prepare to take the bottle from the cabinet to make a delicious glass of Scotch in the glass. On the rocks .

smile to see how amazing the coincidences. I remember Keane already used in the blog, then check. It was the lyrics of a song one of my favorites: A bad dream , posted on January 13, 2008, a year and a day ago. Definitely the cyclical nature of my music is out of step mood of twenty-four hours.

Bedshaped "is a song that speaks for itself, in line with an excellent album, with a video that leaves fear and hope on the tonsils.

Tim Rice-Oxley ne parla così:
"[...] Bedshaped is about feeling that you've been 'left behind' by an old friend or lover. And about hoping that you'll be reunited one day so that you can live out the end of your lives together the way you started them. I guess there's some anger at a friend who wants to move on in search of new, exciting, more sophisticated things, leaving behind the simple things you used to share ... and a hope that they'll eventually want to get away from the bright lights and come back home. It's a sad and angry song, but also full of hope. I hope that makes sense.
I think I'm right in saying that in hospital when someone is ill or infirm and has to spend a lot of time in bed they can become 'bedshaped'. It sounds a bit depressing ... well I guess it is a bit depressing in reality, but in the context of the song I wanted to suggest old age and frailty, along the lines that I mentioned before about two old friends coming back together in the twilight of their lives. It's great that you guys like bedshaped ... it's a song that means a lot to us.
I remember the words for Bedshaped; lying in bed one night and they just suddenly all emerged and I wrote them all down, and then it was finished which was really good - I like it when that happens! The word 'bedshaped' - I don't know if it's a made up word, but my mum's always talking about people being bedshaped, just from spending too much time being bed-ridden basically. It's quite a sad image of someone stuck there, stuck in a bed, until they become completely useless and start to lose their humanity. But just that idea of crumbling and being really frail and decrepid is something that eventually happens to everyone. That, I guess was the basis for the song in a way. So whatever happens when you're younger, even if you go off in search of glamour and ambitious and exciting things; once you get to your really old age, you've got all that side of life that just disappears".

Concludo con una perla del mio saggio fratello (17 anni) che oggi, parlando della sua ormai perduta "gioventù" (leggi fanciullezza) mi dice: - era meglio soffrire per le skinned knees for the pain of the heart -.
who is not a bit 'stuck in the bottom of every moment that slipped under him? If only for a mild resistance to change seems lazy. I'm on Keane.

You say you wander your own land
But When I think about it
I do not see how you can
You're aching, you're breaking
And I can see the pain in your eyes Says everybody's changing

And I do not know why

So little time Try to

Understand that I'm Trying to make a move just to stay in the game
I try to stay awake and remember my name
But everybody's changing
And I don't feel the same

You're gone from here
And soon you will disappear
Fading into beautiful light
Cause everybody's changing
And I don't feel right

So little time
Try to understand that I'm
Trying to make a move just to stay in the game
I try to stay awake and remember my name
But everybody's changing
And I don't feel the same

So little time Try to

Understand that I'm Trying to make a move just to stay in the game
I try to stay awake and remember my name
But everybody's changing
And I Do not Feel The Same


Tuesday, January 13, 2009

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They fall vertically, as if carried by invisible wires, flakes of snow off the surface of the land. An infinite number of small touches, of zeros and ones, staple - not staple. If we could hear what he says when the snow falls ...

have passed several months since I last wrote but it is too trivial to be yet another blogger that spring. So I get back in business because these are times of the border and I have to trace the hours and minutes that fill the winter months.

A welcome back everyone and a happy 2009!

Friday, January 2, 2009

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L'Ottocento






... the Dance Company will always be more homogeneous ease the frustration of dressing, more befitting the elegance that the excessive pomp.

And when these qualities should not be separated that of moral decency, nothing left to desire in clothing of a young girl od'una who want to speak at a dance.

The simplicity also makes the person more quickly, and gives greater grace in the movements for consaguenza.

Elegance without ostentation, while in a ball makes it more acceptable and pleasing to the eye of the observer couples dancing, also prevents a flood or an expenditure that would not be too praiseworthy it is a mere pastime.

hospitalization in the clothing, the man also committed to greater respect for the woman, defends very well by the bold propositions, moreover, that the man is always excited by a clothing Verecondo.

From an Italian dance manual mid-nineteenth century

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