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Redeye my friend

Tonight, more 'than ever, I need to stop the incredible day today with a few words, do not lose it in no part of it. Just think that at some point we ended up with a feast of sausage and wine.

But let's start at dawn.

Alberto approaches and pulls down 'the window. He has a damn red eye.

"He's fucking Ambrosia .... "

" Fuck that shit, and what an eye you have. "

" Oh, but what we do, we feel the same Campelli? "

" Yes, come on, who the fuck cares there, at the limit you turn around and throw three taken to the bunker. "

" Bella, jumps up. "

's amazing how the combination of enthusiasm to chase away the clouds and rain drops falling on the windshield this morning.

sky gray, but spirits loads.

After a few km to the turn.

" Alberto Look, there should climb up there ', let Scarenna, that if it rains we are now in the car. "

" Dai, right, won, so 'try Pacet .... you know, this week I practiced EVERY DAY and I felt really good. "

Well, you know that when Alberto us in with the training, I am really scared. Damned But five days later he had never made. We get to

Canzo and frankly I enjoy it. I enjoy the social life, sitting at the bar while I drink the hood and read the newspaper. You must know that they are 8:30 and we did not hurry, and the cliff 'around the corner. And fuck those who say that and 'greasy.

At some point I stop to enjoy it 'cause the raindrops wet the newspaper, which returns to the bar. Come on.

Scarenna. After the worldliness', the buzz begins ....

know two likeable characters. Good company. I'm a 6b + and the rain increased. Shit. I take everything possible to prevent recovery of wet gear.

But if you remember well, the enthusiasm drives the rain, and so 'and'. Albert on the part soon .... Pacet with excuses that do not hold, such as "But, I try only the first few meters, then go down ....". In truth 'and' infoiati as ever, and I am very happy. Get to the key, it hangs a bit, then he does so with a margin SCARY. Dick, 'in great shape, and' a monster. I can see really well at the next round.

Meanwhile, the debate continues with two arguments for ominous, such accidents in the mountains, and streets without protection. What the fuck, you can not 'speak for once more? And meanwhile Ravano miserably on the freezer, now I'm not with my head, but given the situation, why the great Albert, which after a bit 'part for the second round.

You have no idea.

A robot, a watch, a being who walks impassively at each step. Get to the boulder, the boulder is, returns, passes, the plate grinds up the chain and then .... the chain opens its first eighth. And screams.

We are astonished by his ascension. He also kind enough to ask me if I want to try.

"But goes, you're out, take away everything that we're going to celebrate! "

The declining.

You see, it means so much to climb together. It 'an act of trust, complicity,' tuning. And I can not wait to watch it that Albert hits the ground and let him compliments. To embrace him.

touches the ground. We embrace. There 's not much to say, look at him and smile. This, and 'life.

I have a little bit red-eye, but not 'ragweed.

hug him again two more times, they are almost more 'happy to him ....

course, part of the delirium.

Via the ropes in the car to a new falesietta that seems pretty good, quick inspection, another gift of the day, says Albert. Then shipped off to the festival of sausage and wine that we were going up. While we wait for our turn in the middle of a million Christians, we play a single arm on the carousel of children, the euphoria and 'high, and do not tell you when it arrives polenta and vanilla (the sausage, it seems) and lentils. What a buzz!

" Hey, if you say we go find the boys to Valbrona? "

"Ok Alberto, would be perfect. "

And so 'we find ourselves in all Valbrona, rope them and us drink half a bottle of red. Of course, the temptation and 'strong, and after passing a bit' the hangover I decided to climb.

Alberto says hello, come home. I greet him, there 'more to say, before a dream come true .... well, there would be one thing: in May, his first 7b +, 7c in June, his first, now its first eighth. end of the year .. I'm scared to think about it! The day

continues, Aldo has brought some beers for his project released 8c +, while another boy is celebrating its first 6b.

guys, but damn good day. I feel bursting with all this life!

I try something again, including a monster 8a +. I am a bit 'tired, but I do not give much of a girlfriend'. The Company and 'exquisite, and I, intoxicated by life.

What buzz!

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Finally a bit 'of good rain. In this country the climate is poor, and perhaps only time can claim the lack of a clear sky. A struggle between the sky and the earth, the only weapon allowed: the rain. I imagine a war of water bombs. Water balloon launched from aircraft and all the children to come out with laughter friends hit by waves. Instead, while it rains here more or less polluted water, rain down bombs elsewhere. The real ones. Bad ones. I wish everyone could hear the echo. In reality no one should escape from the massacre. Everyone should at least acknowledge the sound, to realize that in every war we are all involved. The borders of countries are related as much as the time. As there is neither past nor future, there are no boundaries between nations. As the temporal coordinates exist only because the fruit of our mind and thus do not have evidence materials, so the spatial coordinates are indicative only, without any real sense, excluding the bureaucratic. We are citizens of the world before they are citizens of our country. Ergo, whatever happens inside the globe, we are all somehow responsible. One large community that lives to pursue a common goal. Now the point is perhaps not clear to everyone what is really this common goal. If after all there really was a whole or a joke.
And maybe the answer is in Article 22 of the Declaration of Human Rights. Maybe once everything turns around for the respect and cooperation for the preservation of progress and freedom. Perhaps Once this common goal is always her: freedom in all its meanings.
But then, if the common goal is freedom, if we are all citizens of one world, if there are no boundaries, if we are all in the same community, because we do unnecessary harm with bombs?
How can man be so stupid and not have the perfection of his reasoning ability?

Article 22 Everyone, as a member of society has the right to social security and to the realization, through national effort and international cooperation and in accordance with the organization and resources of each State, of economic, social and cultural rights indispensable for his dignity and the free development of his personality.

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Poor Farinata

Q: "I can not, I delete it otherwise I laugh every time I see him."

M: "Well you could make a comic divine comedy."

D: "Oh, yes, if and then 'all designed so poor'....' Dore '!"

Above Marta poor and that 'due to put up, in addition to my unstoppable torrent of words, even the ugliness that now they returned' public to be more insulted.

Here:

is the "Farinata Uberti" in the tenth canto of Hell, a depiction of the Rota ...

... no really you can not 'see! Look closely the arches that look like flowerpots (tnx to Marta, do not missed anything, eh?), The cloud of "Oh poison that the city 'of fire PARTICULAR BUT ....", you see that kind of syringe slipped sideways into the ark? Here, that's 'Cavalcanti Cavalcante, clearly more' little of the immense figure of Farinata.

All this and 'horrible.

I go to bed.

sucks.

But basically a lot of fun.

Night Marta, fixed the evening with these two lines, I've said too many series at once.

Thanks.