After many months of absence I am back. The occasion is the best. I usually do not read poetry because I do not understand and fail to appreciate. Then, some for fun, a bit of curiosity I bought a book of poems by my friend Paolo Minelli titled "Where were you?" whose link can be found by clicking on hide and seek. I was thunderstruck. There are poems that made me really excited. Hide and seek is one of them.
find me where you hide your promises
your future days where they hide our
emotions that we know and we will never find me
where you hide all your dirty little secret in the sky
look for me at least, near the river, over the path.
find me where you can get look for me in the pockets inside the wallet , on walls, on rides. look for me at night, by day between the hedges and hills find me at dawn in a puddle and then
sitting in front of the sea. Beyond the sea. look for me next to the windows to peek
the people who live on nothing look for me in the streets to ride distracted, like a child to ride no reason only to discover a new world or the usual showcase
look for me in our speeches
laughter in our words but never gave capita
look for me where I can find in closed rooms
look for me in the dark in a handful of dust case remained on the ledge look for me in the wind between the hours of minutes and look for me in these stories on the steps on the decks to look at life
women fortunes
the colors of the statues that greet always look for me for half an hour away
find me without fear, and if I do not find: turned. I followed you secretly
share on request (and a few days late) the strip that has filled the ticket (done by hand ... on request) for a special occasion. I would like to clarify a lot of wrinkles ... not only have a few gray hairs that does so much Richard Gere.
take advantage of this post to report the movement of the strip (or at least most of the strip) hosted by the lighthouse Shockdom ( The Lighthouse). This
Lighthouse will continue to be filled instead of texts, studies and scroll (I guess you know what I mean).
The Garden of mesons and the photo shoot for the brand pontine Caporiccio
was the end of July. Dawn at sunset, the team of designers and art directors, stylists, makeup artists, models and artists of fashion photography have made every corner of the garden the perfect setting for the catalog of the new collection Fall / Winter 2010/2011.
Now that shirts and jerseys have finally arrived on shelves of stores across Italy, we are happy to see us together in a few shots of the campaign ...
you want to know a bit 'more, we have a chat with the architects of our brands pons.
Caporiccio are called Massimo and Angelo, they have little more than forty years and are both the mind and the boom that transformed the small family tailoring business in a brand fashion from Milan to Bari
"Once funds was the country of sewers - he told us Max - mending, hemming, embroidery and custom-tailored suits were the daily bread many small laboratories like that of our father, who walked up and down by train to procure work to Rome. "
Caporiccio Pietro In the '60s had become Dorelli Johnny Taylor, Gino Bramieri and other popular programs Rai faces.
is with the new generation, however, were born the first collection of signed shirts Caporiccio and has begun commercial production with the opening of more than forty stores across Italy.
"The launch of a collection is a very delicate moment of creation - says Angelo - Images must understand and communicate in an almost instinctive values \u200b\u200band feelings that have inspired us in the drawing. In this case, it was the younger line, Duets, designed for people who love to dress modern elegance, that retains hints of color and original reinterpretations of classic accessories such as shirts, vests, ties ... "
Grey, Bluet, oil and warm shades of brown envelop the boy and Duets girl, leaving room for touches of purple and even pink, patches and seams in evidence, between games of different fabrics, interior and exterior, neck and cuffs, pinstripes, crisp curls.
"The incredible variety of plants and flowers from lands near and far, makes the Garden of Meson an unusual location and almost unreal for a fashion shoot - the brothers continue Caporiccio - On the green of an earthly paradise, our models posed with the objective of simplicity and wonder at Luca Orilia and the result was really interesting. "
that remains is to wait until the first wind of autumn leaves begin to drop from the trees ...
I love the strip. Female. Do not strip women! It, too, but strip intended as comic strips.
I do not like everything, as it is logical, although all are artistic masterpieces.
pills will be humor in this form of communication which attracted me, or perhaps the common thread that binds them together, making them even more exciting. The characters are likeable, dependable, able to arouse curiosity and empathy.
Here, the characters are credible, the winning of the strip. Other
important role is played by the environment. Home, farm, nature, underground or on the streets of the city, each location is ideal especially if full of potentially funny situations (read from newspaper).
I love the strip, those with stroke more or less clean, you know a little 'fall in love, those with sharp humor or ingenuity hilarious kidnap you know, what style you know something about those who have the dream and create .
that summer is over, now we realized everyone. Maybe a little less to the south, but I am convinced that primae then, having to sunbathe with the raincoat, he will understand.
I love September, especially since I finished school. Even before covavo actually a kind of emotion towards this month so mistreated. September is a bit 'the beginning of a new "year" activities, the period of the intentions and energies found (more or less), when you're dealing with new diaries, notebooks and you say "I join the gym" ... You do not, not all at once.
Just to remind you that I will point out, this is what I hear in the coming days:
Instructor: - (...) Well, now tell me a little bit what are your goals (cruel that this application is mandatory )
New User: - heh heh, I know 'was puiiia (Puglia cock! Puglia! you are not even Roman!) me from there and made him eat all (who knows what a tragedy it is ... bad eating with a gun the temple) . I must throw off this panzetta and maybe do a bit of mass.
Instructor: how many times per week would you come? (sigh)
New User: - but a couple of times going well?
Instructor: - Well, three would be better
New User: - eh, I do not know three (so why do you ask?) you know, the family, children.
Instructor: - I understand, then `s still more important that you're very careful how you eat, perhaps limiting bread and pasta (not together) lunch, paying dinner meat, fish, vegetables or eggs with carbohydrates in the form of vegetables ...
New User: - but how do you eh? I mean, I come acccasa the evening and I stand in front of 'I'm steaming plate of pasta ...
Instructor: - ... you can do this at home you have to eat ...
New User: - but you know, the family, children at dinner ...
Instructor: - Enno! You know how kids are fat to Dinner?
It was the first year that the Garden of Meson became patron of artists prominent in the Italian music scene and International and now that the summer of 2010 draws to a stop, we can finally tell us proud of the success in so many special nights of the beautiful and happy moments we spent together.
Mediterranean cuisine, barbecue, cocktail bar, live music and so on and so forth, the idea was to combine in one place everything you could want for summer fun, experimenting with the formula that combines dinner and after dinner the opportunity to enjoy real concerts in an intimate and elegant as that of the Garden.
This meant for many of you have just a few steps away from the table the Brazilian Rosalia De Souza and Tanya Michelle, a rising star of black music, have a drink and be photographed with Franco Califano, dancing along with Frankie and his Canthina Band or Alberto Laurenti and Rumba De Mar ...
Last winter, we have built with great care and enthusiasm made planning meetings with singers, musicians and excellent showman, all with a heavy baggage of exciting stories to tell.
Now that the clear skies of blue and the air becomes crisp september, we have to thank once again artists who accompanied us on the journey between the sounds and the musical atmosphere of the whole world staff of wonderful girls and boys, who were accomplices precious and irreplaceable in this adventure, our big family , old friends and newly popular and again all those who at least once, have been lost to us in the emotion of a summer evening at the Garden of Meson ...
not say this to pessimism, melancholy, or abstinence from sunbathing, is simply a fact. And I come to say that in the deep south there are 40 degrees and you're in costume from 13 am (why do not you wake up earlier) to 20, here in the north because the sun is hot, but pulls a tune cold which makes the summer put a little 'too light. If you set this summer, set anywhere, so that in the south to gather the custom of hair.
That summer there is the greeting can also be seen from the busy streets and the subway which is filled with them and all that follows. Washer, beggars on the subway and stressed that they stop you on the street to change your lifestyle.
The other morning I went to a job interview happily listening to the ipod. Not that the job interviews make you happy and content, depends on the situation and points of view. Two mismatched people, he is tall and thin, and her low fat, and stick to stop me talking. general, who wanders the world wearing earphones made a smart choice: listen to music and not the people. With all the people walking briskly through the city, a stop just listening to music may not be the best thing to do. If this were not enough, talk to those who, for obvious reasons, can not you feel a little like to do battle with windmills.
Toltomi headphones I kindly ask you to repeat and extend the only answer I see a flyer threatening the inscription: The end of suffering is near.
Immediately after saw the irony of the situation created by the fact that when I talk to the headphones and let me read a flyer when I lift, I was plagued by terrible thoughts.
-It 's over! - I thought the whale stops me now-and-thin shoot me ... They came to silence me. Keep quiet about what I do not know, but they do not know that I do not know. " But the reality was far worse.
The slim, seeing me sweaty and visibly upset, his voice faint, almost imperceptible, I recommend embracing the way of the Lord because, in his words, the end of suffering is near.
As if I had risked life enough so far, everything takes place in front of a large Islamic butchers, while the great Islamic butchers unload the vans quarters of beef kebabs and sandwiches.
I do not know what to expect from me, Jack and Irina Whale Slim, I'm not even sure that they are able to leave alive the Islamic quarter (one of many in my town), but the message of the flyer has been with me all the day.
The very last sentence that I remember prior to an interview!
It's hot like it when there is sun, sun that bad that cities conglome bitumens are heated in a burning bush and sfiamma cotton clothes never too light, and ordered to go away, a breath of wind away, toward what remains of the summer day away. On July 29, therefore, we take the current summer Europe and fly to Santorini, two hours of final thoughts on eco-friendly high altitude and a landing plane, a hundred meters from the Aegean Sea, in ancient heart of the Cyclades.
Santorini have been there, in the year of grace 1989, the year of teenage youth now burnt 1993. Santorini is the island for me the first uncirculated coin sensitive Greek, welcome image and the rest of the memory in place of the mind where memories s'olografano.
The first part of today's modernity lies precisely in arriving by air in two hours rather than two days, net of multimodal crossings, rust & salt, via Brindisi, Patras and Athens, "God Save the Low Cost
The second I find the news section of the airport, when my contract local accommodation. As anticipation for the websites of online booking, there are more houses arrembanti and widespread, little old mule with the halter in a just enough of places you Inglese a hot room without water but with a lot of folk, but a guy more or less than forty that I presented her comfortable hotel and room for 50 € Double guarantee clean, breakfast and even swimming.
Accommodation Karterados , a village in the exact center of the island, four ways of scattered houses and restaurants, good center of gravity for the Exploration of the slopes Cardinals All ten minutes walk from the capital Thira (Fira or write that you want).
And it is Thira that we approach the first light of evening, s'intaglia where the city overlooking the caldera , the mouth of the volcano that gives the island a reminiscence of Atlantis, and there find the streets paved with stones, the glory of the Aegean blue domes of the churches tucked into the hat, windows trifore and iron crosses, white houses and a fresco in the world of feet, shorts and dresses holiday confluent tributaries to the alleys and under the arches, desired by a crowd of goods in a special prize, specialty restaurants, landscape, while all around is sheer, infinite blue of the evening and the sea, the smell of gyros pita .
Thira has grown, has grown up twenty years later, a hilly flanks elettricizza skyline kilofilari measured in kilowatts, beats sounding board in the premises, it makes all the younger and hungrier than necessary. But July is the angle of the golden section is not dull, look into the eyes to see who has good aim, remember the memories they had with the color, it shines a blinding light of day and night opened the infinite look of so much last horizon.
t'Imerovigli What?
From the second day onwards, we round the island in square kilometers in the saddle of the motorbike cheap Karterados, 15 € full day and full wings sott'ai feet for roads leading to the sun and I would not even stop for the sea, so we take taste.
There geolocalized first to Imerovigli, so as to follow the vision of Thira serotina with the fullness of expression of the South Cyclades. Imerovigli, ten minutes north of Thira, it follows from the sides and is good at penthouse caldera. Survived unscathed the expansion of the retail trade of the 90s, in Imerovigli batch files are not representations of merchandise but paved and clean streets, crooked white crosses, balconies, whitewashed ripiderie stairs, infusions of blooming bougainvillea in the air and windows, doors suddenly pitted blue and without airspace behind it, open wide the door of the infinite, in a welcome exchange with the blue sky. The sun seems to feel at home.
A church provides to those who disbelieve and Orthodox sill its high altitude, leaving doubt that if there is a god, you're more likely to infinity in front of that background in the small shrine inside.
The reform of contemporary tourism in Imerovigli was born on the Reconquista of the old fishermen's cottages which were rented by the piece to backpapers Routard, requiring enclosures on each overlooking the landscape, converting each terrace and a window into modern studios & Resorts pluristellati international hotel and spa lights, clear pools in the form of pink and environmentally friendly with an endless flow of cocktails, lightening en plein-air jacuzzi, honeymoon magic and Sunset Boulevard, for the benefit & enjoyment of the Elite New Age, very up-to -date, Easy & smiling from his wallet.
few meters and is orthogonal to ripidiscende Firostefani, a middle way between tuttidentro of Thira and exclusivity of Imerovigli. Here, too, overlooking the volcano is cosmically unbalanced, a precipice on the wall red lava Bluvertigo blurred, if not without the possibility of beaches by boat. A Firostefani return twice for dinner, having found the Tavern Simo 's philanthropic oasis from the wooden tables and pitched pergola & dense, reflecting the brilliant ficus benjamin the possibility of photosynthesis, culinary delights' all ', and in particular Taramosalada fresh (fish egg salad), Melinzanosalada agrorustica, Moussaka in crock, grilled squid - which is his death and also a bit' I -, Fortunately, this island of fried tomatoes exposed to the vegetables, cream of beans Santorini (a fiftyfitfty Lupine & lentils), good aroma bifteki friendly and genuine, user-friendly price around 30 € for two people, because if the eye has had his share, matching the meaning of love also comes to the palate.
The momentum continued in the saddle and landed the first beach on the eastern side of the island, the mild and sheltered Monolitos , familiarly adjacent to Karterados, simple and profound, immediately dispelling the myth of 'cold water. € 5 for umbrella and two chairs, the books I put them there: that's where Alex, the hero, Grandpa and Sammy Davis Junior Junior begin their on the road known as "Everything Is Illuminated" and ideal environment in Santorini Ukraine. I do not like the book, too ironic, then I really like to write complex, then it makes me laughed, then change the registry, there is nothing to laugh about, the tones are tragic and my beliefs about the Nazis in the Ukrainian leaving strengthened, along with feedback on the excellent reading and precognition that Jonathan Safran Foer is predestined to a Nobel.
Through the ups and downs in the road and the heat that targets these miles in the Aegean surfaced that appear to ocean, we head to the inland villages. To the south is the ancient capital of Thira island, Phyrgos, survived the earthquakes that underpin the ages of Santorini. Phyrgos is a centuries-old outpost of the Turkmen, that scan the sea for the countryside and winding alleys verticalizes climbs in dairy & petrosal, aged without tricks and without cheating, to open up on the ruins of a medieval fortress where you can climb to the roofs and terraces, including old men with donkeys, bougainvillea dressed in pink, prickly pears, cactus and acacia flowers, lazy cats, oleanders and herbs.
A few hairpin bends later, there is the Monastery of Prophet Elias, the little enclosure, guardian of the secular prophetic visions and red-hot garden.
roads inland along vines and dwarf from Malvasia Mediterranean capers, as near Messaria , a small town that is home to a monastery mottled ocher and black, refined surrounding the blue domes. Upon entering the town, a lone door to welcome you to the garden in a beautiful abandoned, perhaps a school, perhaps a family, surely the sign of disinterest extracostiero tourism.
And then you get the best beaches. Among all, a historic and currently in my memories contemporary the Red Beach . Who said that Santorini is not for the sea? Exposed to winds from the south-west, the Red Beach can be reached only on foot and looks like a cape around the corner to cut in any part of a hairpin, sparkling blue transparent in its bay ridge of lava rock donated by volcano. And 'This is the miraculous color of the Aegean Sea, not the biancoceleste Caribbean, or the blue eclectic Sardinia or the pine forest of the Adriatic archipelago, but a clear blue ocean that you browse on sight, like white light. The density of bathers increases, but without detracting from the pleasure of being there fish in water and become toned.
Passing the time, the Babis Hotel is a very good choice, s'avverte a tradition of hospitality to the domestic environment for breakfast of yogurt with honey for the hospitality of the managers, cleaning and swimming pool, which is not needed but if there is good diving.
A Karterados find the restaurant Tò Skaramanka , also an honorary degree in classical greek, where always with thirty and under a ceiling of € ficus sirtaki atmosphere, we go into line inter alia with a fresh grilled sea bass, corn, squid, and fish marmore saying. Enjoy genuine pleasure with kalamata olives and even philological Greek salad.
Another beach is benefited by the volcanic geology Vlikhada , also located on the south side. Here the rock has been playing dress up as the moon, the beach at a crowned shape that seems designed by Gaudi for the roofs of Pedrera and sung by the Police in Walking on the moon. The tourist flow is mild and the sea that shines for bathing.
But the beach want to reconsider my thoughts that van is to Kamari. Located just southeast of the island, not far from the airport, extends for some kilometers and ends in his best stretch lies beneath the headland where the ancient Thira. Here, too, with 7 € daily investment you can buy up chairs and umbrella, and despite initial concerns on the visible presence man, is revealed as a peaceful library happily overlooking a sea of \u200b\u200bblue painted blue. Kamari is also the name of the village that runs along the beach, one kilometer of internet cafes and souvenir, cheap restaurants and small resorts, promises an aperitif and snacks at all hours, and in fact there are some good Giros Pita (small kebabs Ellen) to stop the hunger at lunchtime. Probably you would be good for a relaxing holiday in the month of August off, even if the suspicion remains a nightlife second to the sound decibel (given the benefit of those who look, of course).
Kamari, under the umbrella of straw lying son to read and purify the mind, stripped of superfluous thoughts induced tracing my original lines of thought, I let my eyes look at the world and the neurons to reason for themselves, that would be mine, all you can and learn everything you can think of, while the sea of \u200b\u200bKamari sbarbaglia pale golden reflections unique. If Kant had been here it would be bathed in blue, setting aside for a moment the thing itself, and perhaps would not have been longing for Konigsberg.
"The sun machine is going down and we're going to Have A Party" (David Bowie)
the first breath of wind Meltemi evening on the island, the most famous ritual s'abbrivia mainstream: the Cycladic sunset. The last show ever day of the sinking sun into the sea, embraced from the Colonnade Sanpietro art volcanic event sacred & profane that since there is the art of passing on the painting postcards and tourism draws astonished eyes of the spectators.
A migration to the north of buses and motorbikes, cars and pilgrims, sailboats and fishing boats that depart every evening at the Grand Theatre of the Sea village of Oia , tip north of the island and place of the elected tramontofili the first and last time. The village has a fresh new and hot in the old, has a friendly boutique and is visibly refined in its restaurants by Gourma, overbudget copyright for the good of the holidays.
orientation to the west of the sunset coincides with the Western-oriented market that has grown up around. As with graph paper, each point overlooking the sea is a fractal clipping converted to seating and standing room. In front of the landscape, where there appears the greek Nescafe with ol'uozo now there's a cocktail bar, lounge, modern and glamorous fashion, so as the sun dies, born compilation soft requiem for a very chill out. The entire balcony, seen from a distance looks like a swarm of heads border-line of the caldera.
The show is as suggestive as promised, a bit 'as expected nell'affondo final and successful films in the cinema or landing strip in Italian, the moment of death of the redhead behind a cloud of sea been emphasized in a round of applause of the audience and not paying.
The show, to be said, however, is just as good even in the halls or Thira Firostefani and Imerovigli (and perhaps here even more, by relaxing colors near the caldera).
The eye of the Parthenon
Hailed Santorini promises without a sailor, we stopped a few hours in Athens, just enough for a night vision away from the Parthenon and the Parthenon in the early morning dive to close.
the first contact with Athens as quick, cheap tests the presence of night shuttle service from the airport and a subway efficient, legacies of the Olympics a few years ago.
Perhaps the attenuated pall of smog above, the Skyline cement remains the same in quantity but in quality and age, leaving prefer the suburbs of socialism as a model of urban development and public parks. Athens capital of European heavy metal interior.
marmittones verified that the changing of the guard are still there, strictly regulated and their shoes with pompons, while the sun has no mercy, and peace demonstrations over their heads, face the holy effort it takes to climb the Acropolis and get to the point after the bend, where propylaea were opened suddenly at the sight, the Temple of Athena Nika wins and testifies to the west stands the Parthenon by Phidias, oriented to give light to astral golden ratio of universal beauty. Survived the battles of the Turks and Venetians, the rapacity cursed by Lord Elgin and despite the Ardenza hot in the sky and heaps of support from costecrociere gentiformi repaid, the Acropolis remains, with the patience of caryatid, in testifying that the origin of civilization was here, while all around, all around, world-around, was all campaign.
