Amici cari il Modena ha vinto! Lo dico perchè è un evento, la quarta vittoria in ±25 partite e per di più asfaltando una delle prime della classe!
Quello che mi domando ora è se per attendere la quinta dovrò aspettare il nuovo allineamento astrale tra le dimissioni di un certo ometto, la condanna di un altro ometto amicone con un terzo ometto, l'inizio del festival di Sanremo, Constantine su rai due e il pagamento dell'affitto da parte del mio inquilino... credo piangerò!
Crozza- Ballarò 17/02
mercoledì 18 febbraio 2009
lunedì 16 febbraio 2009
Tutti possono fare funzionare il cervello....
http://temi.repubblica.it/micromega-online/la-morte-di-eluana-tra-retorica-e-speculazione
Perché l'ignoranza è una brutta bestia...
http://temi.repubblica.it/micromega-online/la-legge-del-governo-sul-fine-vita-viola-i-diritti-umani
venerdì 13 febbraio 2009
CAPPUCCETT RED
BELLISSIM' STORY OF CAPPUCCETT RED
One mattin her mamma dissed: 'Dear Cappuccett, take this cest to the nonn,
but attention to the lup that is very ma very kattiv! And torn prest! Good luck!
And in bocc at the lup!'
Cappuccett didn't capish very well this ultim thing but went away, da sol,
with the cest.
Cammining cammining, in the cuor of the forest, at a cert punt she incontered
the lup, who dissed: 'Hi! Piccula piezz'egirl! 'Ndove do you
go?'
'To the nonn with this little cest, which is little but it is full of a
sacc of chocolate and biscots and panettons and more and mirtills' she
dissed.
'Ah, mannagg 'a Maruschella (maybe an expression com: what a cul that
had) dissed the lup, with a fium of saliv out of the bocc.
And so the lup dissed: 'Beh, now I dev andar because the telephonin is
squilling, sorry.'
And the lup went away, but not very away, but to the nonn's House.
Cappuccett Red, who was very ma very lent, lent un casin, continued for her
sentier in the forest.
The lup arrived at the house, suoned the campanel, entered, and after saluting
the nonn, magned her in a boccon.
Then, after sputing the dentier, he indossed the ridicol night beret and fikked
himself in the let.
When Cappuccett Red came to the fint nonn's house, suoned and entered.
But when the little and stupid girl saw the nonn (non was the nonn, but the
lup, ricord?) dissed: 'But nonn, why do you stay in let?'
And the nonn-lup: 'Oh, I've stort my cavigl doing aerobics!'
'Oh, poor nonn!' said Cappuccett (she was more than stupid, I think,
wasn't she?)
Then she dissed: 'But...what big okks you have! Do you bisogn some
collir?'
'Oh, no! It's for see you better, my dear (stupid) little girl'
dissed the nonn-lup.
Then cappuccett, who was more dur than a block of marm: 'But what big oreks
you have! Do you have the Orekkions?' And the nonn-lup: 'Oh, no! It is
to ascolt you better.'
And Cappuccett (that I think was now really rincoglionited) said: 'But what
big dents you have!' And the lup, at this point dissed: 'It is to magn
you better!'
And magned really tutt quant the poor little girl.
But (ta dahhh!) out of the house a simpatic, curious and innocent cacciator of
frod sented all and dissed: 'Accident! A lup! Its pellicc vals a sac of
solds.'
And so, spinted only for the compassion for the little girl, butted a terr many
kils of volps, fringuells and conigls that he had ammazzed till that moment,
imbracced the fucil, entered in the stanz and killed the lup.
Then squarced his panz (being attent not to rovin the pellicc) and tired fora
the nonn (still viv) and Cappuccett (still rincoglionited).
And so, at the end, the cacciator of frod vended the pellicc and guadagned
honestly a sacc of solds.
The nonn magned tutt the leccornies that were in the cest.
And so, everybody lived felix and content (may be not the lup).
One mattin her mamma dissed: 'Dear Cappuccett, take this cest to the nonn,
but attention to the lup that is very ma very kattiv! And torn prest! Good luck!
And in bocc at the lup!'
Cappuccett didn't capish very well this ultim thing but went away, da sol,
with the cest.
Cammining cammining, in the cuor of the forest, at a cert punt she incontered
the lup, who dissed: 'Hi! Piccula piezz'egirl! 'Ndove do you
go?'
'To the nonn with this little cest, which is little but it is full of a
sacc of chocolate and biscots and panettons and more and mirtills' she
dissed.
'Ah, mannagg 'a Maruschella (maybe an expression com: what a cul that
had) dissed the lup, with a fium of saliv out of the bocc.
And so the lup dissed: 'Beh, now I dev andar because the telephonin is
squilling, sorry.'
And the lup went away, but not very away, but to the nonn's House.
Cappuccett Red, who was very ma very lent, lent un casin, continued for her
sentier in the forest.
The lup arrived at the house, suoned the campanel, entered, and after saluting
the nonn, magned her in a boccon.
Then, after sputing the dentier, he indossed the ridicol night beret and fikked
himself in the let.
When Cappuccett Red came to the fint nonn's house, suoned and entered.
But when the little and stupid girl saw the nonn (non was the nonn, but the
lup, ricord?) dissed: 'But nonn, why do you stay in let?'
And the nonn-lup: 'Oh, I've stort my cavigl doing aerobics!'
'Oh, poor nonn!' said Cappuccett (she was more than stupid, I think,
wasn't she?)
Then she dissed: 'But...what big okks you have! Do you bisogn some
collir?'
'Oh, no! It's for see you better, my dear (stupid) little girl'
dissed the nonn-lup.
Then cappuccett, who was more dur than a block of marm: 'But what big oreks
you have! Do you have the Orekkions?' And the nonn-lup: 'Oh, no! It is
to ascolt you better.'
And Cappuccett (that I think was now really rincoglionited) said: 'But what
big dents you have!' And the lup, at this point dissed: 'It is to magn
you better!'
And magned really tutt quant the poor little girl.
But (ta dahhh!) out of the house a simpatic, curious and innocent cacciator of
frod sented all and dissed: 'Accident! A lup! Its pellicc vals a sac of
solds.'
And so, spinted only for the compassion for the little girl, butted a terr many
kils of volps, fringuells and conigls that he had ammazzed till that moment,
imbracced the fucil, entered in the stanz and killed the lup.
Then squarced his panz (being attent not to rovin the pellicc) and tired fora
the nonn (still viv) and Cappuccett (still rincoglionited).
And so, at the end, the cacciator of frod vended the pellicc and guadagned
honestly a sacc of solds.
The nonn magned tutt the leccornies that were in the cest.
And so, everybody lived felix and content (may be not the lup).
giovedì 12 febbraio 2009
martedì 10 febbraio 2009
Pubblicato su :The Indipendent
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lunedì 2 febbraio 2009
Riguardo a World Clocks...
Salve! Stamattina mi sono permessa di inserire il fuso orario della Serena, da oggi ufficialmente in un'altro continente (sembra terribile detto così, vero?!...)...
Più che altro per lasciare alla povera viaggiatrice il tempo di ambientarsi e di ritrovare noi già pronti a contattarla al giusto orario!!
Se qualcosa non va, ovviamente, sempre in tempo a sistemarlo!!
Baci!
Più che altro per lasciare alla povera viaggiatrice il tempo di ambientarsi e di ritrovare noi già pronti a contattarla al giusto orario!!
Se qualcosa non va, ovviamente, sempre in tempo a sistemarlo!!
Baci!
domenica 1 febbraio 2009
HAPPY BIRTHDAY SARIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!
Una super sbadilata di auguri per la prima festeggiata dell'anno... smakkete
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