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 Elvenstar, anni spritzina di Asteroide B612 CHE FACCIO? Ferreting Sono sistemato [ SONO OFFLINE ] [ PROFILONE ] [ SCRIVIMI ]  STO LEGGENDO   "Nello spazio infinito" disse l’insegnante "siamo circondati da milioni di stelle, e una è la vostra. Quando la vedrete , la riconoscerete immediatamente: sarà la più calda, la più amichevole di tutte. Quando sussurrerà il vostro nome, allungate la zampa e salutatela." "Una stella tutta mia?" disse una vocina nell’oscurità. "Si tutta tua. Non dimenticherete mai questa notte. Anche tra molto tempo, quando tutto cambierà e la vita vi metterà alla prova, la vostra stella sarà sempre con voi. Sempre." - Richard Bach - HO VISTO  .... I’ve seen so much to live for... so much to die for... England London Cambridge York * Olanda Amsterdam * Utrech Rotterdam Maastricht * Haarlem * Assen Isole Frisone ** Groningen Leeuwarden Slovenia Ljubljana Germania Wacken Open Air 2001 ** Danimarca København Svezia Malmö * Kalmar Stockholm Uppsala ** Croazia Isole Kornati ** Murter ** Šibenik Krka National Park * Irlanda Dublin Swords Rush Skerries Athlone Galway * Salthhill * Lisdoonvarna "Burren" ** Cong Westport Castlebar "Connemara" *** Longford Navan Trin A Little Prince...  STO ASCOLTANDO I’m listening to the wind...  Amon Amarth (SWE) Nightwish (FIN) Poisonblack (FIN) Sentenced (FIN) Blind Guardian (GER) Apocalyptica (FIN) Typo 0 Negative (USA) Charon (FIN) Blackmore’s Night (USA) The 69 Eyes (FIN) Tarja Turunen (FIN) For My Pain (FIN) Linkin Park (USA) White Skull (ITA) Elvenking (ITA)  After Forever (NED) Alanis Morissette (CAN) Moonspell (POR) The Rasmus (FIN) HIM (FIN) To/die/for (FIN) Dark Tranquillity (SWE) Therion (GER) Negative (FIN) Tarot (FIN) Tristania (NOR) Sirenia (NOR) Placebo (UK) Rain (ITA) Ligabue (ITA) Milow (B)  The Darkness (UK) Kreator (GER) Hammerfall (GER) Edguy (GER) Falconer (SWE) Grave Flowers (SWE) Thy Majestie (ITA) Rhapsody (ITA) Arcade Fire (CAN) Metallica (USA) Red Hot Chili Peppers (USA) Green Day (USA) 30 Seconds to Mars (USA) Foo Fighters (USA) Mika (UK) The Cramberries (IRL) The Verve (UK) Radiohead (UK) Finntroll (FIN) Stratovarius (FIN) Sonata Arctica (FIN) Ké (USA)  Alice in Chains Black Label Society Black Sabbath Children Of Bodom Cult Europe Guns ‘n’ Roses Hard Core Superstar Helloween Jon Bon Jovi In Flames Iron Maiden Manowar Megadeth Motley Crue Motorhead Opeth Ozzy Pantera Skid Row Toto W.a.s.p. Whitesnake ... and many, many others...   "Time is a river that flows endlessly... And a life is a whisper, a kiss in a dream... Shadows dance behind the firelight And all the spirits of the night remind us: We are not alone Tomorrow: a sun soon rising And yesterday is there beside us And it’s never far away If you listen to the wind you can hear me again Even when I’m gone you can still hear the song High up in the trees as it moves through the leaves Listen to the wind, there’s no end to my... Love is forever a circle unbroken The seasons keep changing; it always remains Spring will melt the snows of winter And the summer gives us days of light So long till autumn makes them fade Remember the sound of laughter We ran together through the meadows Still we thought our hearts could break If you listen to the wind, you can hear me again Even when I’m gone you can still hear the song High up in the trees as it moves through the leaves Listen to the wind and I’ll send you my love Listen to the wind where the sky meets the land I’m not really gone I’ve been here all along High up in the trees in the sound of the leaves Listen to the wind there’s no end to my... Time is a river that flows to the sea And a life is a whisper, a kiss in a dream..."  ABBIGLIAMENTO del GIORNO (1).jpg) "Nuda indosso me... La mia vanità... La farsa di sentirmi perfetta e l’odio di sentirmi incompleta..."  “[…] io cerco il vuoto, il buio, il nudo! Ma le tenebre stesse sono tele Dove appaiono vivi esseri scomparsi dagli sguardi familiari E sprizzano a migliaia dai miei occhi.” (C. Baudelaire, Le Fleurs Du Mal, 1861, LXXIX – Obsession – «Ossessione»)  ORA VORREI TANTO...  "Drink the booze to depress myself...  then take the rope and express myself..."  "Free man, you’ll always love the sea — for this, That it’s a mirror, where you see your soul In its eternal waves that chafe and roll; Nor is your soul less bitter an abyss. in your reflected image there to merge, You love to dive, its eyes and limbs to match. Sometimes your heart forgets its own, to catch The rhythm of that wild and tameless dirge. The two of you are shadowy, deep, and wide. Man! None has ever plummeted your floor — Sea! None has ever known what wealth you store — Both are so jealous of the things you hide! Yet age on age is ended, or begins, While you without remorse or pity fight. So much in death and carnage you delight, Eternal wrestlers! Unrelenting twins!"   A siren from the deep came to me Sang my name my longing Still I write my songs about that dream of mine Worth everything I may ever be... STO STUDIANDO...  Gli alberi e le rocce ti insegnano cose che nessun maestro mai ti dirà!" L’ Arte di plasmare la materia con l’aiuto della natura... Del resto l’energia rende realtà tutto ciò che esiste...e la realtà è fatta della stessa materia dei sogni...  ...e...Le Scienze Naturali. Esse comprendono lo studio degli aspetti fisici della Terra e dell’Universo e delle forme di vita che si sono prodotte sul pianeta Terra, uomo incluso . Si danno lo scopo di interpretare i fenomeni osservati nell’universo attraverso il metodo scientifico , ovvero la formulazione di ipotesi sulla base dei dati raccolti in campo da cui discendono la creazione e la verifica di modelli sperimentali, escludendo qualsiasi intervento divino.    OGGI IL MIO UMORE E'...  Lone, Wild and Sweet... Poisoned and Drunk!! I don´t quite see it anymore Life kicks us in the teeth Yet something makes us crawl back for more... Blood and tears upon the altars of our lives we shed Blood and tears until the sweet release we share in death Hours like days, weeks feel like years Decades of Tears Yet somehow...  We´ll lose the things we´re fighted for Each rise is followed by a fall We´ll lose the ones we love, the ones we most adore Yet go on...We go on... What is it that we´re waiting for? Looking forward to, preparing for? Like kicks us in the teeth Yet something makes us crawl back for more...  Blood and tears upon the altars of our lives we shed Blood and tears until the sweet release we share in death Hours like days, weeks feel like years Decades of Tears Yet somehow everything seems so worthwhile... .jpg) For a moment everything seems so worthwhile For a moment...for a moment..." (Sentenced)  "Think about all the good in your life - it’s only temporary Think about all the positive sides in life - they never last forever So drink to forget and drown all your sorrow Bury your dreams choose mind refinery...         All the tears and the fears and the lies and the cries and the... ... nepenthe... All the tears and the fears and the lies and the cries and the... ... forget... All the love and the hate and the hate for you - my love when the light of the chosen has died it is time to do something right, for once, goddamned!"   Me and my little Newton... Long time ago...        Federazione Italiana Musher e Sleddog Sport                PETRARCA RUGBY        TORELLI SUDATI      Todd Clever      My dreams are wet! I’m a surfer!!             ORA VORREI TANTO... ORA VORREI TANTO... ORA VORREI TANTO... PARANOIE Nessuna scelta effettuata MERAVIGLIE Nessuna scelta effettuata |
 "Era solo una favola...". Sorridi di te. Ma nel profondo non sorridi affatto. Sai bene che le favole sono l’unica verità della vita». - Antoine de Saint-Exupéry - 
domenica 8 agosto 2010 - ore 22:45 In Wonderland...  "One day at a time, this is enough. Don’t look back and grieve over the past for it is gone. Do not be troubled about the future, for it has yet to come. Live in the present and make it so beautiful that it will be worth remembering." Spinning around I’m underground I fell down yeah, I fell down     I’m freaking out So, where am I now? Upside down And I can’t stop it now It can’t stop me now oooh Oooooh Oooohhh     I... I’ll get by I... I’ll survive When the worlds crushing down When I fall and hit the ground I will turn myself around Dont you try to stop me I... I won’t cry        I found myself In Wonderland Get back on My feet again        Is this real? Is this pretend? I’ll take a stand Until the end           I... I’ll get by I... I’ll survive When the world’s crushing down When I fall and hit the ground I will turn myself around Don’t you try to stop me I... I won’t cry         I... I’ll get by I... I’ll survive When the world’s crushing down When I fall and hit the ground I will turn myself around Don’t you try to stop me I... I won’t cry..."  "I love you, not only for what you are, but also for what I am when I am with you." - Roy Croft - - PERMALINK lunedì 2 agosto 2010 - ore 23:25 I learn...  I’m dying to catch my breath Oh why don´t I ever learn? I´ve lost all my trust, though I´ve surely tried to turn it around... Can you still see the heart of me? All my agony fades away when you hold me in your embrace... Don´t tear me down for all I need... Make my heart a better place... Give me something I can believe... I recommend walking around naked in your living room Swallow it down (what a jagged little pill) It feels so good (swimming in your stomach) Wait until the dust settles... You live you learn You love you learn You cry you learn You lose you learn You bleed you learn You scream you learn...            I certainly do I recommend sticking your foot in your mouth at any time Feel free Throw it down (the caution blocks you from the wind) Hold it up (to the rays) You wait and see when the smoke clears... You live you learn You love you learn You cry you learn You lose you learn You bleed you learn You scream you learn...     "Sabato pomeriggio una violenta tromba d’aria si è abbattuta sulla zona meridionale del Veneto provocando gravi danni agli edifici, ai parchi pubblici e alle strutture. Le città più colpite sono state Abano Terme, Montegrotto Terme, Albignasego (in provincia di Padova) e l’isola di Pellestrina (in provincia di Venezia)."                Melt it down (you’re gonna have to eventually anyway) The fire trucks are coming up around the bend... You live you learn You love you learn You cry you learn You lose you learn You bleed you learn You scream you learn...        You choke you learn You laugh you learn You choose you learn You pray you learn You ask you learn You live you learn..."                 I’m a surfer!! - PERMALINK domenica 11 luglio 2010 - ore 23:25 I am very fond of sunsets...  Oh, little prince! Bit by bit I came to understand the secrets of your sad little life... For a long time you had found your only entertainment in the quiet pleasure of looking at the sunset. I learned that new detail on the morning of the fourth day, when you said to me: "I am very fond of sunsets. Come, let us go look at a sunset now." "But we must wait," I said. "Wait? For what?" "For the sunset. We must wait until it is time."  I need to keep the scars to prove there was a time When I loved something more than life... You paralysed my body with a poison kiss For 40 days and nights I was chained to your bed You thought that was the end of the story Something inside me called freedom came alive Living in a world without you...   Without me you’re nothing You taught me to look in your eyes And fed me your sweet lies Suddenly someone will stare in the window Looking outside at the sky that had never been blue Oh there’s a world without you I see the light Living in a world without you Oh there is hope to guide me I will survive Living in a world without you...   You paralysed my body with a poison kiss For 40 days and nights I was chained to your bed You thought that was the end of the story Something inside me called freedom came alive Living in a world without you   Then trashed me for pleasure You used me again and again Abused me, confused me Suddenly naked I run through your garden Right through the gates of the past and I’m finally free Oh there’s a world without you I see the light Living in a world without you Oh there is hope to guide me I will survive Living in a world without you   You paralysed my body with a poison kiss For 40 days and nights I was chained to your bed You thought that was the end of the story Something inside me called freedom came alive Living in a world without you Oh there’s a world without you I see the light Living in a world without you Oh there is hope beside me I will survive Living in a world without you..."   ...At first you seemed to be very much surprised. And then you laughed to yourself. You said to me: "I am always thinking that I am at home!" Just so. Everybody knows that when it is noon in the United States the sun is setting over France. If you could fly to France in one minute, you could go straight into the sunset, right from noon. Unfortunately, France is too far away for that. But on your tiny planet, my little prince, all you need do is move your chair a few steps. You can see the day end and the twilight falling whenever you like . . . "One day," you said to me, "I saw the sunset forty-four times!" And a little later you added: "You know, one loves the sunset, when one is so sad..." "Were you so sad, then?" I asked, "on the day of the forty-four sunsets?" But the little prince made no reply. - Antoine de Saint Exupéry - - PERMALINK domenica 20 giugno 2010 - ore 19:55 Waka Waka  Venerdì 11 giugno, ore 16.00. A Johannesburg si apre il Mondiale di calcio. Un’edizione storica - la prima giocata in Africa - in cui saranno presentate molte innovazioni tecnologiche, che potrebbero influire non poco sulle performance degli atleti e sui risultati delle partite.  Venerdì 11 giugno. In Italia, dall’altra parte del mondo, si festeggia il compleanno di una persona speciale... Per me speciale davvero! Buon compleanno Sister!! Choosing your battles Pick yourself up And dust yourself off Get back in the saddle You’re on the front line Everyone’s watching You know it’s serious We’re getting closer This isn’t over The pressure’s on; you feel it But you got it all; believe it When you fall, get up, oh oh And if you fall, get up, eh eh Tsamina mina zangalewa Cause this is Africa Tsamina mina eh eh Waka waka eh eh Tsamina mina zangalewa This time for Africa..."   Tecnologia sì, ma non solo: il primo apparato da mettere a punto, anche sotto il profilo tecnologico, sarà il "motore" dei protagonisti dello show, cioè i calciatori. Quindi massima attenzione alla preparazione atletica. In alcuni casi (Pretoria 1.200 metri, Bloemfontein 1.392, Johannesburg 1.694) si giocherà in altura, nella stagione invernale. Un fattore di cui molte squadre hanno tenuto conto: gli azzurri, ad esempio, che hanno svolto la preparazione in quota al Sestiere, per non trascurare nessun dettaglio e abituare il fisico a svolgere prestazioni agonistiche al massimo livello in altura, dove la minore pressione barometrica determina una minore quantità di ossigeno nell’aria, e un potenziale aumento del rischio di infortuni muscolari. E tutto questo servirà all’Italia per uscirne almeno dignitosamente?? Mah… “Papà! Ma che ne pensi tu dell’Italia ai mondiali?” “La palla è rotonda!” “Emm… Rotonda? Beh! Parliamone!” Che il pallone sia rotondo, oltre che lapalissiano, è anche uno dei luoghi comuni più usati ( e usurati) nel mondo del calcio. Che il pallone ufficiale di Sudafrica 2010 sia il più rotondo mai realizzato è invece un dato scientifico su cui val la pena riflettere. A realizzare Jabulani (questo il suo nome, che in lingua isiZulu vuol dire “festeggiare”) è stata la tedesca Adidas, per l’undicesima volta fornitrice dei palloni mondiali. Undici anche i colori utilizzati, come le lingue ufficiali del Sudafrica, le etnie in cui è divisa la popolazione e il numero dei giocatori di una squadra di calcio. Jabulani è composto da otto elementi tridimensionali di forma sferica realizzati in EVA e TPU (questo per ricordarmi che devo dare la seconda parte di Chimica Organica!!) saldati termicamente tra loro attorno ad una carcassa interna in modo da creare una sfericità perfetta: il diametro è stato misurato in 16 punti differenti, rivelando una variazione massima dell’1%. Per il profilo di Jabulani, invece è stata messa a punto la tecnologia definita Grip’n’Grooves, basata su due concetti fondamentali: da una parte sono state create le aero grooves, scanalature chiaramente visibili sulla superficie del pallone che garantiscono stabilità in volo e lo rendono il più preciso tra quelli mai realizzati dalla casa tedesca.  Okay, okay… Ma volete mettere i palloni che venivano fatti da William Gilbert, studente della cittadina di Rugby, molto abile a rivestire di cuoio la vescica di maiale in precedenza riempita di paglia?? A volte realtà e leggenda si confondono ma resta certo il fatto che il pallone ovale a differenza delle apparenze sia sicuramente molto più maneggevole di uno di forma sferica. C’è sempre un momento in cui in prima persona devi andare oltre..."             "Close friends are truly life’s treasures. Sometimes they know us better than we know ourselves. With gentle honesty, they are there to guide and support us, to share our laughter and our tears. Their presence reminds us that we are never really alone." - Vincent van Gogh -    “Sudafrica, aree semi desertiche del Karoo, primi giorni del mese di aprile 2010. Mentre il Paese intero sta ultimando la preparazione per accogliere i mondiali di calcio, un gruppo di astronomi e di tecnici ha collegato e messo in rete le prime quattro antenne del MeerKAT Precursor Array, ha poi puntato l’inedito telescopio verso Centaurus A, ottenendo un’immagine straordinaria del jet di gas che fuoriesce dall’enorme buco nero che si trova al centro della lontana galassia. Con questa performance il Sudafrica ha rafforzato la sua candidatura a ospitare SKA, il radiotelescopio, costituito da una rete di antenne disposte su un chilometro quadrato di territorio, che rappresenta probabilmente la più grande sfida tecnologica che ha davanti a sé la big science nei prossimi vent’anni. Negli stessi giorni all’inizio dello scorso aprile la rivista americana Science pubblicava un articolo in cui ricercatori sudafricani annunciavano la scoperta di Australophitecs sediba, una nuova specie di ominide da cui, probabilmente, è derivato il cespuglio delle specie umane. Intanto i fisici e gli ingegneri nucleari del paese sub-sahariano erano impegnati nella realizzazione di un prototipo di reattore nucleare cosiddetto di IV generazione, che promette di produrre abbondante energia elettrica con un ciclo chiuso del combustibile fissile. Non c’è dubbio: non solo il Paese all’estremo sud dell’Africa ha una capacità scientifica di tutto rispetto ma, come sostiene un’analisi dell’Accademia delle Scienze del Mondo in Sviluppo, la scienza è parte integrante nell’opera di ricostruzione della società del nuovo Sudafrica. … La scelta di puntare sulla scienza in Sudafrica è solo in parte frutto della tradizione; per larga parte è frutto di una nuova vocazione. Non mancano, tuttavia, i problemi. Le risorse umane sono ancora poche, rispetto agli altri paesi emergenti: in Sudafrica ci sono 23 dottori di ricerca per milione di abitanti, contro i 42 del Brasile e i 172 della Corea del Sud. Le differenze di accesso all’università tra le varie etnie sono invece ancora enormi. E da chiarire sono anche gli obbiettivi degli sforzi di ricerca: si deve puntare sulla “big science”, come quella dello Square Kilometre Array, o si deve puntare sui settori più vicini alle vocazioni del Paese, come l’archeologia e la paleontologia, la geologia e le tecniche estrattive, la botanica e la zoologia (il Paese è uno degli scrigni della biodiversità del pianeta)? Nulla vieta di portare avanti il tentativo sia di inserirsi nella ricerca di punta mondiale sia di guardare alle esigenze e sfruttare le capacità locali. Un fatto è certo, come recita un recente editoriale di Nature, la vocazione per la scienza costituisce una grande opportunità per il nuovo Sudafrica.” (“Il Sudafrica oltre i Mondiali, un paese dalle mille opportunità”. Newton) A questo punto mi sembra chiaro cosa fare dopo la laurea!! Trasferirmi in Sudafrica a studiare le bestiole e giocare a rugby!!  Your time to shine Don’t wait in line Y vamos por todo People are raising their expectations Go on and feel it This is your moment No hesitation Today’s your day I feel it You paved the way, Believe it If you get down Get up oh, oh When you get down, Get up eh, eh Tsamina mina zangalewa This time for Africa Tsamina mina eh eh Waka waka eh eh Tsamina mina zangalewa Anawa aa Tsamina mina eh eh Waka waka eh eh Tsamina mina zangalewa This time for Africa..." - PERMALINK mercoledì 12 maggio 2010 - ore 17:35 Never let a memory become stronger than a dream...  It took me a long time to learn where he came from. The little prince, who asked me so many questions, never seemed to hear the ones I asked him. It was from words dropped by chance that, little by little, everything was revealed to me. The first time he saw my airplane, for instance (I shall not draw my airplane; that would be much too complicated for me), he asked me: "What is that object?" "That is not an object. It flies. It is an airplane. It is my airplane." And I was proud to have him learn that I could fly. He cried out, then: "What! You dropped down from the sky?" "Yes," I answered, modestly. "Oh! That is funny!" And the little prince broke into a lovely peal of laughter, which irritated me very much. I like my misfortunes to be taken seriously. Then he added: "So you, too, come from the sky! Which is your planet?" At that moment I caught a gleam of light in the impenetrable mystery of his presence; and I demanded, abruptly: "Do you come from another planet?" But he did not reply. He tossed his head gently, without taking his eyes from my plane: "It is true that on that you can’t have come from very far away . . ." And he sank into a reverie, which lasted a long time. Then, taking my sheep out of his pocket, he buried himself in the contemplation of his treasure. You can imagine how my curiosity was aroused by this half confidence about the "other planets." I made a great effort, therefore, to find out more on this subject. "My little man, where do you come from? What is this ’where I live,’ of which you speak? Where do you want to take your sheep?" After a reflective silence he answered: "The thing that is so good about the box you have given me is that at night he can use it as his house." "That is so. And if you are good I will give you a string, too, so that you can tie him during the day, and a post to tie him to." But the little prince seemed shocked by this offer: "Tie him! What a queer idea!" "But if you don’t tie him," I said, "he will wander off somewhere, and get lost." My friend broke into another peal of laughter: "But where do you think he would go?" "Anywhere. Straight ahead of him." Then the little prince said, earnestly: "That doesn’t matter. Where I live, everything is so small!" And, with perhaps a hint of sadness, he added: "Straight ahead of him, nobody can go very far . . ." After a long a sleepless night How many stars would you give to the moon? Can you see those stars from where you are? Shine on the lost and lonely The ones who can’t get over it...  But now you don’t have the appetite In a message to the troubadour The world don’t love you anymore Tell me how do you rate the morning sun? Stuck inside the rainbow You could happen to be Cause I’ve been close to where you are All the places you haven’t seen It all seems so familiar Like they’ve been sent to kill’ya...  To float in a space is just a thought The morning brings a mystery The evening makes it history Who am I to rate the morning sun? And the village drunk You know he sadly passed away, It was a shame I never knew his name I wonder if he sat there in the morning Watched the sunrise...  It’s just to heavy for me And all I wanted was the world And you were the star that lit the sun Don’t go wasting your time Cause there is no finish line And you don’t see anything... Not even love not anything... The night can take the man from you A sense of wonder overdue The morning brings a mystery The evening makes it history Who am I to rate the morning sun?"  I had thus learned a second fact of great importance: this was that the planet the little prince came from was scarcely any larger than a house! But that did not really surprise me much. I knew very well that in addition to the great planets--such as the Earth, Jupiter, Mars, Venus--to which we have given names, there are also hundreds of others, some of which are so small that one has a hard time seeing them through the telescope. When an astronomer discovers one of these he does not give it a name, but only a number. He might call it, for example, "Asteroid 325." I have serious reason to believe that the planet from which the little prince came is the asteroid known as B-612. This asteroid has only once been seen through the telescope. That was by a Turkish astronomer, in 1909. On making his discovery, the astronomer had presented it to the International Astronomical Congress, in a great demonstration. But he was in Turkish costume, and so nobody would believe what he said. Grown-ups are like that . . . Fortunately, however, for the reputation of Asteroid B-612, a Turkish dictator made a law that his subjects, under pain of death, should change to European costume. So in 1920 the astronomer gave his demonstration all over again, dressed with impressive style and elegance. And this time everybody accepted his report. If I have told you these details about the asteroid, and made a note of its number for you, it is on account of the grown-ups and their ways. When you tell them that you have made a new friend, they never ask you any questions about essential matters. They never say to you, "What does his voice sound like? What games does he love best? Does he collect butterflies?" Instead, they demand: "How old is he? How many brothers has he? How much does he weigh? How much money does his father make?" Only from these figures do they think they have learned anything about him. If you were to say to the grown-ups: "I saw a beautiful house made of rosy brick, with geraniums in the windows and doves on the roof," they would not be able to get any idea of that house at all. You would have to say to them: "I saw a house that cost $20,000." Then they would exclaim: "Oh, what a pretty house that is!" Just so, you might say to them: "The proof that the little prince existed is that he was charming, that he laughed, and that he was looking for a sheep. If anybody wants a sheep, that is a proof that he exists." And what good would it do to tell them that? They would shrug their shoulders, and treat you like a child. But if you said to them: "The planet he came from is Asteroid B-612," then they would be convinced, and leave you in peace from their questions. They are like that. One must not hold it against them. Children should always show great forbearance toward grown-up people. But certainly, for us who understand life, figures are a matter of indifference. I should have liked to begin this story in the fashion of the fairy-tales. I should have like to say: "Once upon a time there was a little prince who lived on a planet that was scarcely any bigger than himself, and who had need of a sheep . . ." To those who understand life, that would have given a much greater air of truth to my story. For I do not want any one to read my book carelessly. I have suffered too much grief in setting down these memories. Six years have already passed since my friend went away from me, with his sheep. If I try to describe him here, it is to make sure that I shall not forget him. To forget a friend is sad. Not every one has had a friend. And if I forget him, I may become like the grown-ups who are no longer interested in anything but figures . . . It is for that purpose, again, that I have bought a box of paints and some pencils. It is hard to take up drawing again at my age, when I have never made any pictures except those of the boa constrictor from the outside and the boa constrictor from the inside, since I was six. I shall certainly try to make my portraits as true to life as possible. But I am not at all sure of success. One drawing goes along all right, and another has no resemblance to its subject. I make some errors, too, in the little prince’s height: in one place he is too tall and in another too short. And I feel some doubts about the color of his costume. So I fumble along as best I can, now good, now bad, and I hope generally fair-to-middling. In certain more important details I shall make mistakes, also. But that is something that will not be my fault. My friend never explained anything to me. He thought, perhaps, that I was like himself. But I, alas, do not know how to see sheep through the walls of boxes. Perhaps I am a little like the grown-ups. I have had to grow old. - Antoine de Saint Exupéry - All I want in this life is to matter to somebody like you matter to me and to change somebody’s life like you have changed mine. I want to be the kind of person that somebody can count on, the kind that somebody always knows will know just what to say. I want to be as special to somebody - someday - as you have been to me each and every day... - PERMALINK venerdì 30 aprile 2010 - ore 18:25 What you have tamed...  The fox gazed at the little prince, for a long time. "Please… tame me!" he said. "I want to, very much," the little prince replied. "But I have not much time. I have friends to discover, and a great many things to understand." "One only understands the things that one tames," said the fox. "Men have no more time to understand anything. They buy things all ready made at the shops. But there is no shop anywhere where one can buy friendship, and so men have no friends any more. If you want a friend, tame me..." "What must I do, to tame you?" asked the little prince. "You must be very patient," replied the fox. "First you will sit down at a little distance from me-- like that in the grass. I shall look at you out of the corner of my eye, and you will say nothing. Words are the source of misunderstandings. But you will sit a little closer to me, every day..." The next day the little prince came back. "It would have been better to come back at the same hour," said the fox. "If, for example, you come at four o’clock in the afternoon, then at three o’clock I shall begin to be happy. I shall feel happier and happier as the hour advances. At four o’clock, I shall already be worrying and jumping about. I shall show you how happy I am! But if you come at just any time, I shall never know at what hour my heart is to be ready to greet you... One must observe the proper rites..." "What is a rite?" asked the little prince. "Those also are actions too often neglected," said the fox. "They are what make one day different from other days, one hour from other hours. There is a rite, for example, among my hunters. Every Thursday they dance with the village girls. So Thursday is a wonderful day for me! I can take a walk as far as the vineyards. But if the hunters danced at just any time, every day would be like every other day, and I should never have any vacation at all." tutte queste voci tutti questi amici tu dove sei!? Tutto questo tempo pieno di frammenti e di qualche incontro e tu non ci sei… Tutte queste radio piene di canzoni che hanno dentro un nome ecco chi sei..! Non ti sai nascondere per bene… Quante volte sei passata quante volte passerai e ogni volta è sempre un colpo all’anima...      Tutto questo posto forse troppo visto deve avere un guasto tu non ci sei Tutte quelle case piene di qualcuno e fra quei qualcuno… tu con chi sei!? Tutte queste onde pronte a scomparire resta solo il mare quanto ci sei Non ti sai nascondere davvero…     Quante volte sei passata quante volte passerai e ogni volta è sempre un colpo all’anima... Quante volte sei mancata quante volte mancherei un colpo al cerchio ed un colpo all’anima... Quante volte sei passata quante volte passerai e ogni volta è un colpo sordo all’anima... Quante volte sei mancata quante volte mancherai un colpo al cerchio ed un colpo all’anima... ...all’anima"   So the little prince tamed the fox. And when the hour of his departure drew near "Ah," said the fox, "I shall cry." "It is your own fault," said the little prince. "I never wished you any sort of harm; but you wanted me to tame you..." "Yes, that is so," said the fox. "But now you are going to cry!" said the little prince. "Yes, that is so," said the fox. "Then it has done you no good at all!" "It has done me good," said the fox, "because of the colour of the wheat fields." And then he added: "Go and look again at the roses. You will understand now that yours is unique in all the world. Then come back to say goodbye to me, and I will make you a present of a secret." The little prince went away, to look again at the roses. "You are not at all like my rose," he said. "As yet you are nothing. No one has tamed you, and you have tamed no one. You are like my fox when I first knew him. He was only a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But I have made him my friend, and now he is unique in all the world." And the roses were very much embarassed. "You are beautiful, but you are empty," he went on. "One could not die for you. To be sure, an ordinary passerby would think that my rose looked just like you… the rose that belongs to me. But in herself alone she is more important than all the hundreds of you other roses: because it is she that I have watered; because it is she that I have put under the glass globe; because it is she that I have sheltered behind the screen; because it is for her that I have killed the caterpillars (except the two or three that we saved to become butterflies); because it is she that I have listened to, when she grumbled, or boasted, or ever sometimes when she said nothing. Because she is my rose.  And he went back to meet the fox. "Goodbye," he said. "Goodbye," said the fox. "And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye." "What is essential is invisible to the eye," the little prince repeated, so that he would be sure to remember. "It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important." "It is the time I have wasted for my rose--" said the little prince, so that he would be sure to remember. "Men have forgotten this truth," said the fox. "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," the little prince repeated, so that he would be sure to remember. - The little prince - - PERMALINK domenica 21 marzo 2010 - ore 22:45 A drop of... Io non ho mai dimenticato quello che ho fatto da me... Io non ho mai cancellato il dolore che ho dentro da un pò... Heart too much numb to beat To late, too late to resuscitate the living dead Hasn’t slept in days Drunk, hallucinates And for a moment everything seems worthwhile Unplugging from it all Waiting for the fail to end it all So frustrated and long gone to a bitter place He never made it Painted his yesterday with songs of suicide Buried alive Tired and jaded of the hell he can’t erase They never faded away Those empty days he never could abide Buried alive... Non c’è riposo mio migliore, e riposo del dopo viaggiare con me, con me, con me, con me, viaggio con me...    Who make me bound down of the stairs and out of the front door, wondering how long this bizarre routine will continue. Yeah... the silver cas is already here... Voglia mia di vita, voglia di una colpa, voglia di perdono, voglia di calore umano, voglia di partire, voglia di sapori buoni, voglia di sognare forte, voglia di star bene...    Free man, you’ll always love the sea — for this, That it’s a mirror, where you see your soul In its eternal waves that chafe and roll; Nor is your soul less bitter an abyss. in your reflected image there to merge, You love to dive, its eyes and limbs to match. Sometimes your heart forgets its own, to catch The rhythm of that wild and tameless dirge. The two of you are shadowy, deep, and wide. Man! None has ever plummeted your floor — Sea! None has ever known what wealth you store — Both are so jealous of the things you hide! Yet age on age is ended, or begins, While you without remorse or pity fight. So much in death and carnage you delight, Eternal wrestlers! Unrelenting twins! — Roy Campbell, Poems of Baudelaire Voglia di una stanza, voglia di silenzio, voglia di saltare, voglia di colore chiaro, voglia di partire, voglia di star bene, voglia di conoscer pace, e nel mio viaggio ho solo posto per me... .jpg) .jpg) .jpg) .jpg) Safe in loneliness Self esteem drowned in a bottle Dressed in apathy Flushed out sanity The countdown of his days is down to zero Letting go of it all Waiting for the fall to end it all So frustrated and long gone to a bitter place He never made it Painted his yesterday with songs of suicide Buried alive Tired and jaded of the hell he can’t erase They never faded away Those empty days he never could abide Buried alive..." - Music and lyrics by Ville Laihiala - Who should getting to know himself before going and destroying other people lives... Nel mio viaggio ho solo posto per me, e nel mio viaggio ho solo posto per me, per me, per me, per me. - PERMALINK lunedì 22 febbraio 2010 - ore 00:00 Going Under(world)... .jpg)  "Throughout the vast shadowy world of ghosts and demons there is no figure so terrible, no figure so dreaded and abhorred, yet dight with such fearful fascination, as the vampire, who is himself neither ghost nor demon, but yet who partakes the dark natures and possesses the mysterious and terrible qualities of both." - Rev. Montague Summers - Fifty thousand tears I’ve cried Screaming, deceiving and bleeding for you And you still won’t hear me, going under  Don’t want your hand this time, I’ll save myself Maybe I’ll wake up for once Not tormented daily, defeated by you Just when I thought, I reached the bottom   I’m dying again, I’m going under Drowning in you, I’m falling forever I’ve got to break through, I’m going under Blurring and stirring the truth and the lies So I don’t know what’s real and what’s not So I don’t know what’s real and what’s not Always confusing the thoughts in my head   So I can’t trust myself anymore I’m dying again, I’m going under Drowning in you, I’m falling forever I’ve got to break through, I’m...    So go on and scream Scream at me, I’m so far away I won’t be broken again I’ve got to breathe, I can’t keep going under..."  "The constant longing for your touch This bitter ocean of hatred and pain This loneliness I need to be who I am" - PERMALINK lunedì 18 gennaio 2010 - ore 23:20 Out of my reach...  Its realy special! -  I hope you get all that you want I hope you get all that you want So I suppose you got what you want Take a good look at what you give up Because I’m telling you A heart can’t be unbroken oh, oh, oh, oh  And can you remember how I kiss you Recall the sweet taste in your mouth Cos baby the memory is all you get now And I’m moving, movin, moving on Does every morning make you happy And tell me do you laugh yourself to sleep I hope you find it easy to forget me oh, oh, oh, oh  I hope you don’t feel anything when you see me I wonder if you’re out there having fun I hope you get all that you really wanted Cause I’m moving, movin, moving on Don’t you see the light has changed And nothing looks the same Just shadows on the ground And if you listen carefully you’ll hear...  All that you want I hope you get all that you want I hope you get all that you want..."   "This is, to me, the loveliest and saddest landscape in the world. It is the same as that on the preceding page, but I have drawn it again to impress it on your memory. It is here that the little prince appeared on Earth, and disappeared. Look at it carefully so that you will be sure to recognise it in case you travel some day to the African desert. And, if you should come upon this spot, please do not hurry on. Wait for a time, exactly under the star. Then, if a little man appears who laughs, who has golden hair and who refuses to answer questions, you will know who he is. If this should happen, please comfort me. Send me word that he has come back." - The little prince - Deliver me from you And from all the days of the Earth" ... Out of my hands... - PERMALINK giovedì 31 dicembre 2009 - ore 19:50 Don’t button your eyes anymore!!  Things aren’t the way they were before You wouldn’t even recognize me anymore Not that you knew me back then But it all comes back to me In the end...     even though I tried it all fell apart What it meant to me... will eventually be a memory of a time when I tried so hard And got so far But in the end It doesn’t even matter I had to fall To lose it all But in the end It doesn’t even matter... " This is the way you left me, I’m not pretending. No hope, no love, no glory, No Happy Ending This is the way that we love, Like it’s forever. Then live the rest of our life, But not together. Wake up in the morning, stumble on my life Can’t get no love without sacrifice If anything should happen, I guess I wish you well A little bit of heaven, but a little bit of hell    This is the hardest story that I’ve ever told No hope, or love, or glory Happy endings gone forever more I feel as if I feel as if I’m wastin’ And I’m wastin’ everyday...   This is the way you left me, I’m not pretending. No hope, no love, no glory, No Happy Ending. This is the way that we love , Like it’s forever. Then live the rest of our life, But not together.    2 o’clock in the morning, something’s on my mind Can’t get no rest; keep walkin’ around If I pretend that nothin’ ever went wrong, I can get to my sleep I can think that we just carried on This is the hardest story that I’ve ever told No hope, or love, or glory Happy endings gone forever more I feel as if I feel as if I’m wastin’ And I’m wastin’ everyday..."    Pushed as far as I can go For all this There’s only one thing you should know I’ve put my trust in you Pushed as far as I can go For all this There’s only one thing you should know I tried so hard And got so far But in the end It doesn’t even matter I had to fall To lose it all But in the end It doesn’t even matter... - PERMALINK > > > MESSAGGI PRECEDENTI |
BLOG che SEGUO: ![](/blog/blog.asp?bloggone=<img src="/gallery/blogs/immagini/35939/lepetitprince_planet.jpg" border=0> <br><i><font size="2"><b><br> "Can miles truly separate us from friends? If you want to be with someone you love) "Can miles truly separate us from friends? If you want to be with someone you love aren’t you already there?" - Richard Bach - ![](/blog/blog.asp?bloggone=<img src="/gallery/blogs/immagini/35939/dark_butterfly(1).jpg" border=0>) Nepenthe Queen Anachron Nerafalena Axxess Samael ![](/blog/blog.asp?bloggone=<img src="/gallery/blogs/immagini/35939/torelli sudati.jpg" border=0>) Vitto Drauen Krim Ombretta86 Odum Matan Psychowar motopsycho Nordico Di0 Vel Mina777 legolas84 Vampire Dragonfly Legionario Chanel Telete -V- N1ghtm4r3 Roth Darkonigl GreatFang SonOfOdin ![](/blog/blog.asp?bloggone=<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><i><img src="/gallery/blogs/immagini/35939/STARS_botton.jpg" border=0><br><br><b>"Il miglior amico di un uomo è il suo cane."</b><br>- Lord Byron -<br><br><br><img src="/gallery/blogs/immagini/35939/dana_n.jpg" border=0><br><br><b>"Aveva dato un nuovo significato al termine adorazione. Dovunque andassi) "Il miglior amico di un uomo è il suo cane." - Lord Byron - "Aveva dato un nuovo significato al termine adorazione. Dovunque andassi voleva venire con me. Continuava a guardarmi e mentre ricambiavo il suo sguardo tutto il suo corposcodinzolava felice." - Susan Race - ![](/blog/blog.asp?bloggone=tutto il suo corposcodinzolava felice."</b><br>- Susan Race -<br><br><br><img src="/gallery/blogs/immagini/35939/sami_n.jpg" border=0><br><br><b>"Si è fatto strada nella parte più profonda del mio cuore) "Si è fatto strada nella parte più profonda del mio cuore quella che racchiude il vero amore e il dolore reale." - Caroline Knapp - ![](/blog/blog.asp?bloggone=quella che racchiude il vero amore e il dolore reale."</b><br>- Caroline Knapp -<br><br><br><img src="/gallery/blogs/immagini/35939/maya_n.jpg" border=0><br><br><b>"Un incontro magico... <br>Così accade tra uomini e cani. Tanti cuccioli che abbaiano forte) "Un incontro magico... Così accade tra uomini e cani. Tanti cuccioli che abbaiano forte e uno soltanto che riconosceresti tra un milione splendente come una stella: il tuo." - Pam Brown - ![](/blog/blog.asp?bloggone=splendente come una stella: il tuo."</b><br>- Pam Brown -<br><br><img src="/gallery/blogs/immagini/35939/love_my_dog_compgif.gif" border=0><br><br><b>Non riuscirei ad immaginare la mia vita senza un cane!!</b><br><br><br><br><br><br><img src="/gallery/blogs/immagini/35939/ilovemyferret.jpg" border=0><br><br><img src="/gallery/blogs/immagini/35939/furettomania.jpg" border=0><br><br><img src="/gallery/blogs/immagini/35939/DSC_0279.JPG" border=0><br><br><img src="/gallery/blogs/immagini/35939/DSC_0307.JPG" border=0><br><br><img src="/gallery/blogs/immagini/35939/DSC_0968.JPG" border=0><br><br><img src="/gallery/blogs/immagini/35939/8(3).jpg" border=0><br><br><img src="/gallery/blogs/immagini/35939/9(3).jpg" border=0><br><br><img src="/gallery/blogs/immagini/35939/DSC_0330.JPG" border=0><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><img src="/gallery/blogs/immagini/35939/STARS_botton.jpg" border=0><br><br> <font size="3"> <i> <b> <center>SISTERIZED!!!</center> </b> </i> </font> <br><br><img src="/gallery/blogs/immagini/35939/damiano.jpg" border=0><br> <i> <b>Damiano </b> </i> <br><br><img src="/gallery/blogs/immagini/35939/milow.jpg" border=0><br><i> <b>Milow </b> </i> <br><br><img src="/gallery/blogs/immagini/35939/fernando_ribeiro.jpg" border=0><br> <i> <b>Fernando Ribeiro</b> from Moonspell</i> <br><br><img src="/gallery/blogs/immagini/35939/fear_my_thoughts_1.jpg" border=0><br> <i> <b>Fear my thoughts </b> </i> <br><br><img src="/gallery/blogs/immagini/35939/fear_my_thoughts_2.jpg" border=0><br> <i> <b>Fear my thoughts </b> </i><br> <br><img src="/gallery/blogs/immagini/35939/marco_sneck.jpg" border=0><br> <i><b>Marco</b> from Poisonblack</i> <br><br><img src="/gallery/blogs/immagini/35939/ville.jpg" border=0><br> <i> <b>Ville Laihiala</b> from Sentenced and Poisonblack </i> <br><br><img src="/gallery/blogs/immagini/35939/tony_mad.jpg" border=0><br> <i> <b>Tony</b>from WhiteSkull </i> <br><br><img src="/gallery/blogs/immagini/35939/mikael_kenta.jpg" border=0><br> <i> <b>Mikael Kenta </b> </i> <br><br><img src="/gallery/blogs/immagini/35939/marco.jpg" border=0><br> <i> <b>Marco</b> from Nightwish and Tarot </i> <br><br><img src="/gallery/blogs/immagini/35939/steve_2005.jpg" border=0><br> <i> <b>Steve</b> from WhiteSkull </i> <br><br><img src="/gallery/blogs/immagini/35939/tony_mad_2005.jpg" border=0><br> <i> <b>Tony </b> </i> <br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><img src="/gallery/blogs/immagini/35939/STARS_botton.jpg" border=0><br><br> <b> <i> - At the heart of the image - </i> </b> <br><br> <img src="/gallery/blogs/immagini/35939/e_nikon_1.jpg" border=0><br><br><img src="/gallery/blogs/immagini/35939/e_nikon_2.jpg" border=0><br><br><br> <b> <i> “Non esiste la fotografia artistica. Nella fotografia esistono) Non riuscirei ad immaginare la mia vita senza un cane!! Damiano Milow Fernando Ribeiro from Moonspell Fear my thoughts Fear my thoughts Marco from Poisonblack Ville Laihiala from Sentenced and Poisonblack Tonyfrom WhiteSkull Mikael Kenta Marco from Nightwish and Tarot Steve from WhiteSkull Tony - At the heart of the image - “Non esiste la fotografia artistica. Nella fotografia esistono come in tutte le cose delle persone che sanno vedere e altre che non sanno nemmeno guardare.” Se sia arte o meno su cosa sia e dove vada la fotografia si son spese migliaia di parole. “Arte” è uno dei vocaboli più abusati della lingua italiana. Nel periodo ellenistico le arti erano divise in due categorie: comuni e liberali. Le prime richiedevano uno sforzo fisico le seconde uno sforzo intellettuale. Nel Rinascimento avvenne la distinzione fra artigiani scienziati e artisti e il concetto di arte assunse un nuovo significato. Nella prima metà del ‘700 nacque il termine “estetica”: Baumgarten lo impiegò per la prima volta nella sua tesi di laurea e quasi contemporaneamente Batteux definì nel suo libro “Le belle arti ridotte ad un unico principio” sette branchie dell’arte cioé pittura scultura musica danza poesia eloquenza e architettura. Dalla fine del XVIII secolo cominciò la crisi dell’arte: nacquero la fotografia l’architettura industriale l’oggettistica e si cominciò ad estendere il concetto di arte a tutte le forme d’espressione. Nel 1917 Duchamp propose come opera d’arte un orinatoio rovesciato e nel 1961 Manzoni si mise a vendere a peso d’oro la merda d’artista novanta scatolette numerate contenenti i suoi escrementi!! Oggi è arte l’aspettativa dell’arte: citando Duchamp se un orinatoio è posto in una toilette è un orinatoio se in una galleria d’arte è arte. ![](/blog/blog.asp?bloggone=se in una galleria d’arte è arte. <br><br><br><img src="/gallery/blogs/immagini/35939/e_nikon_4.jpg" border=0><br><br><br> <i> <b>“La realtà non esiste se non per come noi la percepiamo) “La realtà non esiste se non per come noi la percepiamo intendiamo o rappresentiamo.” Che la fotografia sia arte o meno credo sia personale… un concetto talmente aperto così vario condizionato da critici e dal mercato… Forse alcuni fotografi sono artisti altri no. Fotografia è fotografia un linguaggio come la pittura la scultura o altre forme espressive possono esserlo. Essa però necessita della realtà. Nel senso tecnico è la realtà che impressiona con la sua luce riflessa la pellicola o il sensore digitale ma la fotografia è un linguaggio. Il fatto fotografato rispecchia anche il punto di vista del fotografo l’immagine racconta ciò che ritrae ma anche colui che la esegue. La fotografia è dunque una delle possibili interpretazioni della realtà. ![](/blog/blog.asp?bloggone=l’immagine racconta ciò che ritrae ma anche colui che la esegue. La fotografia è dunque una delle possibili interpretazioni della realtà. <br><br><br><img src="/gallery/blogs/immagini/35939/e_nikon_3.jpg" border=0><br><br><img src="/gallery/blogs/immagini/35939/e_nikon_5.jpg" border=0><br><br><br> <i> <b>“E’ arte la fotografia? Chi lo sa? Chi se ne importa? Mi piace!” </b> </i> <br><br>Le scelte del fotografo… la composizione) “E’ arte la fotografia? Chi lo sa? Chi se ne importa? Mi piace!” Le scelte del fotografo… la composizione la luce l’inquadratura la grammatica dell’immagine… danno ad uno scatto la connotazione. Se sia arte realtà o cos’altro forse non è chiaro ma questo mezzo di comunicazione è davvero alla portata di tutti… basta fare click per essere artisti? Sicuramente non basta fare click per essere fotografi!! ![](/blog/blog.asp?bloggone=ma questo mezzo di comunicazione è davvero alla portata di tutti… basta fare click per essere artisti? Sicuramente non basta fare click per essere fotografi!! <br><br><img src="/gallery/blogs/immagini/35939/e_nikon.jpg" border=0>) BOOKMARKS Nessun link inserito: Invita l'utente a segnalare i suoi siti preferiti! UTENTI ONLINE: |
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