Saturday, October 10, 2009
Sunday, July 19, 2009
Kate Playground Stocking
I WALKER MISSING
The man was alone.
walked along a fence, bordered by a wooden palisade, which is overlooked by many people with their faces expressionless.
seemed like automatons or surrogates showed that the expression of their creator, nothing!
The man looked at them and continued on his feet, slowly, being careful not to trip over objects placed at random along the way - on every subject there was a written statement: "think of the career, think about money, think of mind your own business; fregatene of others envy your colleagues and all those who have more than you; fregatene ... .., he thinks, but who makes you do. "All the words that would stop anyone.
The man continued without fear - he even read them, he knew where that road would lead him - Every now and then approached someone who was pulling him by the hand to take it away from that perilous route.
was just the man she saw in the distance, a group of people and could make out the expressions on their faces - you came over and greeted them by asking what they were doing there.
They answered that they were waiting for him to do, along with the rest of the way - they did not know where they would be finished, but they knew where they would take. GP
not walked on the dangers.
Some of those individuals without a face, they insulted and spat upon him, and throwing money and gifts too, but they continued to walk without taking account of those expletives and those gifts.
They did not need anything, just find, in the midst of the crowd, someone to show a face, an expression, someone to show a feeling of love and respect.
The road was hard, the road began to climb more and more - were able to glimpse, through the crowd, someone who wanted to climb over the fence to reach them, but were immediately blocked by others who were still in them, aberrant, disruptive and conviction.
Some of the group of intrepid walkers withdrew or was lost by reading the sentences written on the obstacles that still impede the path.
It became more and more small.
I write that I saw them but did nothing to help - only after they had disappeared along the horizon, I asked myself: what do we mere mortals in front of these men who walked the street looking for, only , to free ourselves from the powerful to fence erected along our way of life?
I thought of entering it and, with my small force of fifty, I want to help free the others and find the thought of missing, not to frustrate their sacrifice and that marked their path, freeing it from those obstacles that Nowadays, more and more increasing, with our cynicism, our indifference and our fear.
are still many who are gazing at - but I want my face, repeatedly manipulated but never changed, I can be proud of this, but I do not do anything if other, yet do not follow the sacrifice of walkers disappeared.
Dedicated to Giovanni Falcone and Paolo Borsellino, and all those who fought and sacrificed for humanity at the cost of their lives.
Gaetano Similar MacColl
Friday, April 10, 2009
What Paint Can I Use On The Inside Of A Microwave
SILENCE AND ITALIAN SHAME
semiseria REFLECTIONS OF A NATIONAL ITALIAN (SICILIAN) ARCHITECT EVEN BIOARCHITETTO
I say that we should expel all that elite of engineers, architects and surveyors who designed the buildings, such as tissue paper afflosciatisi , under the pressure of the earthquake. I say this as an architect and now I'm ashamed of it, especially in Italy. I've seen how you work out of this nation false! Yes, but they have designed the management work was when they erected the builders and developers speculating on materials? Perhaps to suck up to some political or administrative office to beg for another design? When we design and then built a complex (especially) must remain on site to monitor the work of the rest of the bill we are paying for and supervision of construction is paid more than all well and handsomely. Not absolve anyone, everyone is guilty for what happened, even we who bow to the filth of politics and the laxity of the institutions. These deaths must bring them to us all on his conscience. Rebuild? But what does this mean? We should start from scratch making an examination of conscience. I can say without false modesty when I was a freelance site that I was more comfortable in my studio. Designed with my colleagues, architects responsible for the profession, the night when everything was quiet and thoughts are transformed into something achievable that respects the environment and man. What in Italy has never done. It cemented the rivers, thanks to very good water engineers we have in Italy - it's like taking a ball and throwing it on a marble floor, imagine how it behaves, you do business with the cement materials ensure that spurious and often not suitable for achieving a real mortar that can stand the test of time without compromising the other materials, such as iron which is easily oxidized material along with a bastard, so the structures collapse, ladies and gentlemen, manufacturers save using sea sand and not rock - it's too easy to load trucks on the beaches that paying a load of a stone quarry, too expensive for their dirty profits that will share with administrators and politicians who have won the race d 'contract - There are no controls on construction sites - the designer and also Director of the works have a duty to monitor all the material arrives on site and also that they meet the safety standards at work - it's too humiliating for us professionals? But who we believe to be the gentlemen or the artists of the buildings? We have to have their hands in cement and lime when we want is that what we have planned, dear colleagues snooty you're sitting in the sofa most of the political and somebody 'else - The ancient architects (engineers and luckily there were no structures are still there to be admired and they are still unknown to the architect who built it, just because it was more to the community that the fame and the Italians had the courage to call him the Gothic style, for contempt against traditional unrealized by the barbarians) were the masters and not the young lady that were reflected in their hedonism. I could go on but it would be too boring. However, with the way we act we have created fake buildings that stand as a miracle. But worse, we have disturbed the nature, we removed the blood (oil) and not what we used to regenerate without causing other damage (renewable energy) and that the good Lord gave us to use them and protect us. But these are not subject to power, then attacks the kind that naturally rebels. I always refer to the rivers that for centuries have their natural bed, and that we have made it uninhabitable for a normal course of water that can overflow more easily on a bed of concrete, let alone waterways prtata most important, dear civil and hydraulic engineers, who feel dominated and God on Earth. Stick to the Earth is our home and share it with all that surrounds us. We are not the masters World, indeed, considering the acts are the last species of this planet. We continue to talk about nuclear power plants and incinerators. It is not clear that it is all speculation of the Italian capitalist power? In a land subject to constant movements of the earth politics, pushed by speculative capital, think of nuclear energy and to burn the waste. So not only earthquakes but also to die of diseases, buy.
Then cry about that even if disaster should be prevented announced also by the great scientists who have, in Italy. Think twice before fatten his pockets, then if they get fat. Then you think of that would work Pharaonic more harm than good: the bridge over the Strait. A monumental work that does not help anyone if you do not first improve lines of communication and connection of the South Italy, especially Calabria and Sicily. We produce a mega of 3500 meters, the world's longest single-span, in an area without decent infrastructure. That all good designers to politicians and those who take to brainwash every single day. I no longer believe those who mourn our dead. I do not believe they are crocodile tears, to put it clean.
keep getting more and more convinced that Italy is a sham nation, a nation of plastic, even a nation with a wonderful facade but inside does not have facilities that can keep up. However, hano the now ruined the facade, it lost the eyes of the world. What a shame!
last thing I think is important: for tomorrow we had to stop every type of entertainment, including sporting events. I refer in particular to the Italian football league. You had to play on Wednesday and still could donate the proceeds to the brothers of Abruzzo. But we know that the power dominates also on duty (at least) silence for the victims of the earthquake and the Abruzzi. The power must continue to do his cynical and disrespectful way, or else as the capitalists will fatten the pockets? Even broadcasters should devote the proceeds to pay tomorrow for the earthquake victims. For this, I'll look tomorrow The part of my Palermo.
Forgive me for this but I think so.
Gaetano Similar MacColl 
semiseria REFLECTIONS OF A NATIONAL ITALIAN (SICILIAN) ARCHITECT EVEN BIOARCHITETTO
I say that we should expel all that elite of engineers, architects and surveyors who designed the buildings, such as tissue paper afflosciatisi , under the pressure of the earthquake. I say this as an architect and now I'm ashamed of it, especially in Italy. I've seen how you work out of this nation false! Yes, but they have designed the management work was when they erected the builders and developers speculating on materials? Perhaps to suck up to some political or administrative office to beg for another design? When we design and then built a complex (especially) must remain on site to monitor the work of the rest of the bill we are paying for and supervision of construction is paid more than all well and handsomely. Not absolve anyone, everyone is guilty for what happened, even we who bow to the filth of politics and the laxity of the institutions. These deaths must bring them to us all on his conscience. Rebuild? But what does this mean? We should start from scratch making an examination of conscience. I can say without false modesty when I was a freelance site that I was more comfortable in my studio. Designed with my colleagues, architects responsible for the profession, the night when everything was quiet and thoughts are transformed into something achievable that respects the environment and man. What in Italy has never done. It cemented the rivers, thanks to very good water engineers we have in Italy - it's like taking a ball and throwing it on a marble floor, imagine how it behaves, you do business with the cement materials ensure that spurious and often not suitable for achieving a real mortar that can stand the test of time without compromising the other materials, such as iron which is easily oxidized material along with a bastard, so the structures collapse, ladies and gentlemen, manufacturers save using sea sand and not rock - it's too easy to load trucks on the beaches that paying a load of a stone quarry, too expensive for their dirty profits that will share with administrators and politicians who have won the race d 'contract - There are no controls on construction sites - the designer and also Director of the works have a duty to monitor all the material arrives on site and also that they meet the safety standards at work - it's too humiliating for us professionals? But who we believe to be the gentlemen or the artists of the buildings? We have to have their hands in cement and lime when we want is that what we have planned, dear colleagues snooty you're sitting in the sofa most of the political and somebody 'else - The ancient architects (engineers and luckily there were no structures are still there to be admired and they are still unknown to the architect who built it, just because it was more to the community that the fame and the Italians had the courage to call him the Gothic style, for contempt against traditional unrealized by the barbarians) were the masters and not the young lady that were reflected in their hedonism. I could go on but it would be too boring. However, with the way we act we have created fake buildings that stand as a miracle. But worse, we have disturbed the nature, we removed the blood (oil) and not what we used to regenerate without causing other damage (renewable energy) and that the good Lord gave us to use them and protect us. But these are not subject to power, then attacks the kind that naturally rebels. I always refer to the rivers that for centuries have their natural bed, and that we have made it uninhabitable for a normal course of water that can overflow more easily on a bed of concrete, let alone waterways prtata most important, dear civil and hydraulic engineers, who feel dominated and God on Earth. Stick to the Earth is our home and share it with all that surrounds us. We are not the masters World, indeed, considering the acts are the last species of this planet. We continue to talk about nuclear power plants and incinerators. It is not clear that it is all speculation of the Italian capitalist power? In a land subject to constant movements of the earth politics, pushed by speculative capital, think of nuclear energy and to burn the waste. So not only earthquakes but also to die of diseases, buy.
Then cry about that even if disaster should be prevented announced also by the great scientists who have, in Italy. Think twice before fatten his pockets, then if they get fat. Then you think of that would work Pharaonic more harm than good: the bridge over the Strait. A monumental work that does not help anyone if you do not first improve lines of communication and connection of the South Italy, especially Calabria and Sicily. We produce a mega of 3500 meters, the world's longest single-span, in an area without decent infrastructure. That all good designers to politicians and those who take to brainwash every single day. I no longer believe those who mourn our dead. I do not believe they are crocodile tears, to put it clean.
keep getting more and more convinced that Italy is a sham nation, a nation of plastic, even a nation with a wonderful facade but inside does not have facilities that can keep up. However, hano the now ruined the facade, it lost the eyes of the world. What a shame!
last thing I think is important: for tomorrow we had to stop every type of entertainment, including sporting events. I refer in particular to the Italian football league. You had to play on Wednesday and still could donate the proceeds to the brothers of Abruzzo. But we know that the power dominates also on duty (at least) silence for the victims of the earthquake and the Abruzzi. The power must continue to do his cynical and disrespectful way, or else as the capitalists will fatten the pockets? Even broadcasters should devote the proceeds to pay tomorrow for the earthquake victims. For this, I'll look tomorrow The part of my Palermo.
Forgive me for this but I think so.
Gaetano Similar MacColl
Monday, January 5, 2009
Disney Princess Glow Clock Instunstion
In Memory of a true man
"I have a concept of ethical journalism,
because I believe that journalism is a fact of truth
prevent many corruptions ,
reduce violence and crime, and claims to take
constantly alert the police,
reminders the constant attention of justice,
causing the political good governance.
A journalist incapable of truth out of cowardice or calculation
carries on his conscience all human sorrows
that could have prevented,
suffering, oppression, the corruption, violence
that has not been able to fight, his own failure.
Where there is truth and justice can be done to defend freedom. "
"Giuseppe Pippo Fava said (Acreide Palazzolo, 15 September 1925 - Catania, January 5, 1984) was a writer, journalist and Italian playwright, essayist and writer as well.
was a charismatic, popular with his staff for their professionalism and the way of life simple. He was editor of the Journal of the South and founder of The Sicilians , according to newspaper anti-Mafia in Sicily, the film Palermo or Wolfsburg, which has handled the screenplay, won the Golden Bear Festival Berlin 1980. He was killed in January 1984 and the crime were convicted of the members of the mafia clan Santapaola. It was the second killed by intellectual Cosa Nostra after Giuseppe Impastato (May 9, 1978). "(Wikipedia)
Contributed by Bloglandia.it Palermo and its responsible Walter Gianni, I wanted to bring this post that re- an article written by Sicilian journalist and published June 6, 1983 in the journal The Sicilians, the same magazine that he founded Fava. The headline was: The 100 Masters of Palermo.
"Walking in Palermo. The avenue of white sun. The big clouds coming from Punta Raisi, their shadows on the avenue runs faster than the car. The sky is dazzling on the sea, the sky over the mountains to the south, black storm. The ice cream Roney. Three middle-aged ladies on the chairs are green, with high eyebrows and mouths ladies Tolouse Lautrec, sitting at the red couch. Greedy with smoke puffs, one says and laughs constantly, shaking the ashes into the air, the other mellow smiles, nods to the third. Sorption almond granita. Three equal mouths as if they were painted by the same hand. Walking in Palermo. The heart of the old market mezzogiornno. At least five thousand people in a maze of alleys that lie all along the square. One hundred stalls surmounted by giant red umbrellas, fish, vegetables, meat, apples, walnuts, lobster, veal insaguinati quarters, kids sventratri hanging from hooks, the auctioneers shouting all together fighting as one against the other, in a crowd. [...]
Palermo is one of the most beautiful cities in Europe and certainly one of the most unhappy. Perhaps more of the same Naples. Palermo is sumptuous and obscene. Palermo is like New Delhi, with its fabulous palaces of the Maharajah and dying bodies of outcasts on the edge of the boulevards. Palermo is like Cairo, with a forest of skyscrapers and gardens in the midst of which insinuate themselves rotten shacks hieroglyphics. Palermo is like all the capitals of those people who were never able to be nations. [...] Is the history of Palermo in Sicily, all the cowardice and all the heroism, the despair, the fury, the defeats, the rebellions. Palermo is Spain, the Moors, the Swabians, the Arabs, the Normans, the Angevin, there is no other place to be such as Palermo Sicily, Palermo is not yet popular among Sicilians. The western island subject themselves because they can not otherwise [...] The Orientals even say instead of being of another race: those sicani and instead we Sicilians, the Carthaginians, Saracens, Andalusian, Neapolitan, we Greeks, Romans, Swabians, Milan. [...] I do not like Palermo and Palermo in Sicily knows perfectly but does not care. I do not like to Palermo in Sicily because it only requires that the capital charges and obedience, and truth in Palermo wants this especially, as it should be the relationship between sovereign and subjects. The Catania, the Syracuse, Messina, Ragusa on you biting each other, but if someone asks the stranger coming, they say, Siciliano! It is enough. The Palermo says Palermo, who in his opinion what is unique and sovereign. [...] Death in Palermo is different, violent death. Deeper, more mysterious and fatal. It requires contemplation: a row of chairs all around the bloodied body in the street, and relatives sit still in silence watching. The kids still and attentive. Death is not to be missed show. The dead always have a reason for being. In Palermo, it must be considered and understood.
Who are the bosses of Palermo? [...] It 's an essential question as being masters of Palermo is not just some giant steer business to thousands of billions, but infinite, invisible pathways also govern the political development of the South Island and then: for example, determine in which banks must be filed on public money, and who should manage these banks [...] In Sicily, Palermo, and then of course, there is an extraordinary phenomenon: that everything that happens in Italy, for good or worse, depends on the parties now despotid of national life, but this power in the South is disintegrating, degrade, corrupt, privatized. A politician can become president or minister, is the management thinks it is God Almighty, but in reality he is a minister or president to manage a situation, a proposal, a compromise that others have discussed and decided before him and have simply given . Even in Naples, a minister can be master. There may be none. So who are the bosses of Palermo. Mind you: the owners, not the owner [...] If there are now sprouts a Caesar the ides of March. Palermo resembles Rome in the late Roman Empire with the conspiracies, the Praetorians, the senators who make Caligula their horses, the clientele that fluctuate from one to another winner. But even more resembles Palermo all'Atene of the decline [...] The virtues that matter in Palermo are not those of a Pericles, a rather ddi Cardinal Mazarin, who knows how to intrigue, join, link [...] never be the first person in 'affair of one hundred or one million, but kindly be assured of a ten per cent, half of which distribute to friends, confidants, allies and even some opponents lightly. Nor Pericles, nor Alcibiades. [...]
Piersanti Mattarella, whose character has now become legendary Sicilian politics of the last decade, Mattarella was the son of Bernard, the owner of western Sicily, where Palermo still has only one master. [...] He had no scruples. If some of his votes came from the provinces of ras mafia, who were well, were equally the votes of Italian citizens. And if those big elettorti ask a favor in return, Bernardo Mattarella did not deny. [...] The old Piersanti Mattarella wanted this child, his dauphin and heir, accustomed to power with the same meticulous care, the same pedantry, the queen mother is usually used for the Prince of Windsor: the first good student, excellent riding officer of the Imperial Navy, a marriage of royal class, a trip for the whole Commonwealth to fascinate subjects. At the appropriate time the throne. Piersanti was tall, handsome, intelligent, loving talker, just graduated, he lived in Rome [...] When the father thought the opportune moment, he did come to Palermo because he was candidate for city council. The Municipality of Palermo has a gym like no other policy in which we learn the arts of negotiation for which the political bargain is always different from what is officially discussed, and refine the arts of eloquence [...] Piersanti learned, what not to understand what others were saying. Then he was elected by the regional [...] and also here Piersanti Mattarella was diligent and attentive. He was elected Councillor for Finance. It was at that time that were confirmed to the family tax collection contracts Salvo. [...] Finally Piersanti Mattarella was elected president of the region. And suddenly the man suddenly changed. Avewva studied all the arts to become Mazzarino and suddenly became Pericles. He put all the dignity that should always be a man dignity means uncompromising moral clarity in government, honesty in government. Piersanti Mattarella was able to think big and think on their own. [...] How could a man live so, and in addition to live as president? No one will never understand if Mattarella was killed because he had stopped one thing that was happening, or because they could have stopped things invecve still had to happen. [...]
who are the owners of Palermo? The methods of identification are two: one political, the other financial corporations, ie the first identification of politicians through laws and government actions determine the major public affairs, including its expectation of [...] Even in the political situation changed. The tyrant is no more. Mattarella tried to impose a moral rule at all, thought he had the charisma of the garment. Before he had tried, with different style and other beliefs, Vito Ciancimino, certainly the most famous character of the Christian Democrats and then the Palermo policy. [...] Vito Ciancimino was not Piersanti Mattarella, he was so smart when it was candid, he was as an actor as the leader. Not having the vocation of Alcibiades understood to be worth more as long as Mazarin, that is patient, quiet, ironic. Among Italian politicians, resembles more than any other Giulio Andreotti (in the hope that neither take offense). [...] Vito Ciancimino antimafia collapsed in the last phase of the investigation. He was accused, he first city planning commissioner and then mayor of Palermo tear have left the mob. Christian Democracy was afraid. [...] Before the Vito Ciancimino DC wearing a veil pulled burial: defer to the arbitrators because the party was entitled to decide whether to stay within the party to head up or be expelled with ignominy. Time and silence.
Who are the bosses of Palermo? Ruffini Minister, Mr Lima, the former mayor Valenzi? Sure! [...] Epper also countless others. In reality, until not long ago in Palermo there were large, unbreakable political bosses. John Gioia was Louis XIV. Everything went through her consent. [...]
Palermo! Walking in Palermo. Walking touching the beautiful palace where once lived the Swabians, Normans, emirs, Angioni, and now the curtain is falling apart, behind these walls floors and ceilings are breached, the stairs collapsed. Walking in the streets of Palermo deafened by the cries of hundreds of vendors in a crowd that seemed to wander with the motion of crazy ants on an apple core [...] But in this great capital of the South, thousands of children live in the real dens like beasts, human, and tens of thousands of men live miserably to mouth, tiny businesses, charities, robberies, and one hundred and fifty human beings were murdered in a year in the streets, and some one hundred and fifty disappeared, removed from the white shotgun. All this is rhetorical. [...] Go up the stairs of the Palace of the Eagles and know that somewhere part, in any room, the division was committed to fifty billion for the urban devastation of Palermo, and some of the men were or aqncora will be among the governors of this city [...] "
Giuseppe Fava
" Sometimes I have to explain who makes him do, I lose. So, you know how it ends when either: half a million to a boy and all that awaits you in the house ... " ( Pippo Fava )
In reporting this article of the unforgettable Pippo Fava I'm excited, but between the tears and despair I rose a feeling of hatred towards these criminals who "love" definirsisi "Men of Honor". But what men and what an honor, this kind of fake men (quaquaraquà say good Sciascia) solve all killing, trampling on human dignity, such as DENTIFICATION and feelings. But then talk about what an honor, perhaps the taste is to trample all schizophrenic? They kill only because they are afraid of intelligence and abilities of real men, those who know him the honor and respect him. They are people just are too weak and sick of money and power. They are eternal, unfortunately, here is what they are complexed. Real men do not need Pistore, knives or bombs, walk to make their ideas but, alone, heart and intelligence. They are weak and scared them killed. But all of this and s'ingozzeranno pay in cash up to die, because when they discover that they do not eat will be their end. They are alone without their families, because they have no respect even for their sons and their wives.
The Mafia is a cancer of itself, it will kill itself, but we do not have perdrla of view, we must contribute to its demise and take her into their final burial. All together we have to go with her, we all Sicily and all the men of this world. We have to give her a final farewell and bury it forever with all its roots are numerous, because they reside, unfortunately, human nature: the Beast.
Honor, then, to the men who died defending our freedom, here are these men of honor.
Gaetano Similar MacColl
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