I shudder when I hear people say, "April 25 is the feast of the dead all those who fought for his ideals too if the wrong side." There is no wrong side, there is only one part and it was the right one, was one of those who fought and died for the freedom of this nation and all of us. That was the only part to be.
In this period of earthquakes should also take a little laugh to try to defuse tension and so I invented this little joke. Two friends meet at Ascoli and the other gets a "Hello, how are you ?".... and the other:" A little SHOCK !!!"......... ahahahahahahahahahahah
I understand that by going ahead with age, translated, as they age, some things that you were mistreated in their youth are rediscovered, but get to test it Paice and remember details of which not even thought of the existence, MBE, it scares me a little. That 's what happened to me in these days of celebration, fosrse was Easter, or perhaps the shock of an earthquake, I do not know, I know that there was only one thing that made me feel these feelings. What ?...... VIVALDI!! would think it absurd, but no! In a tired and dreary afternoon of Easter Monday not knowing what to do, as usual, I folded on the PC and the Internet, I do not know and do not even ask me why I entered into a youtube search for Vivaldi. I state that I have always liked the music, any genre, any sequence of notes put together by the HMI to the Funky RB ...... a speech in part was to be done for classical music. I having studied as many averages as I had taken more than a pleasure oblige. I was reluctant to remember the names of composers, their works, the method of their composition. today, so if I listen to Vivaldi and suddenly boooooommmm ...... .... I get excited, I remember the adage, allegro, volevafarti try everything with his music. I went on the work better known, the fourth season but I did not choose the most played but winter or spring. It 's wonderful to hear as you slowly forward with the arrival of the storm and then lìallegro part of the rain, heavy pressing ....... beautiful. shame to get to 43 years to rediscover things that were there ..... still good and ready to excite.
These days it's hard, really hard. I wonder especially because the earthquakes are given the best of the night. What strange alchemy makes every time there is a shock which causes damage or cmq scare you like to expresses and releases its energy, must always take place at night. This situation means that, in conjunction with the fact that now there are three nights that the earth shakes, you can not sleep, a bit like the torture of sleep, or make you fall asleep and wake up shortly after. These are the facts, then there are consequences. Basically you live in a state of terror. Ogniminimo any noise or vibration that you feel you think you get yet another shock and ask in that state of mind to say, "will be short? ... Will not last long? Will ... damage? " Then when you're there everything is trembling, helpless and powerless (feeling very bad) aspects and think ...." hour ends ... now ends" add to this that at home I have a closet with sliding doors that at the slightest jolt slams the door against the frame. Add the glass of the cabinet room that already with their shrill noise they make you lift the hair out of fear ..... in fact all you leads to a state of mind very Prearo . But I have 43 years and have already experienced the earthquake in 97 of Foligno, and I know what it's good or bad. are destroyed in seeing the effect that this whole situation is having on my nine year old daughter Beatrice. By now the evening when it begins to brown, no longer speaks, he falls silent, does not want to be more alone in a room, not sleeping and drowsy if you can not make a sound that immediately gets up and opens her eyes. The worst thing is to see how it reacts when it reaches the shock, is fear personified, loses all control ...... and I to try to calm her, hold her to me and I feel his heart beating in a way that I did not think were possible ...... and we are at 100 km as the crow flies from the slaughterhouse where it happened, 100 miles from where there is destruction, where there is suffering, where there people who have lost their lives.
One of these evenings trying various songs for download ... sssss but you do not say I came across this ....... WALK IN THE WOODS of America, the same as the magnificent and most famous HORSE WITH NO NAME. I must say that it is to listen to relaxing with that fischiettino in the background reminded me of the good old days, around the first Punic War, or when I was 6 or 7 years and was doing a half-white rusty graziella the streets of Caserta. Fantastic time where even the streets were not the exclusive territory of the machines. Here, I think the power of music is this, to rouse memories and feelings, with a few notes you can be transported to distant places and places in time and distance. Listen to it and if you let me know if you go by the same feelings.
