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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Istanbul Strasbourg I Love You, But You're Bringing Me Down


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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Revolutionary Spring



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!