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The dream (of mind)

Era di notte. Una languida night summer. Wind acclaimed memories held in the lap the darkest stores of memory, time seemed fermarcisi inside almost plundering any more dark force. I could feel the blood flowing between the members, heart beat above of thy womb, almost did not want to find the end . The pleasure was there, you could try scraping margins of your mind, grabbing beats of your skin, inhaling the smell of that body, lying on my mantle. Between brows of disbelief felt the weight of each tear masterfully hidden. admired your eyes so blacks from confused with the sky excited in my presence. I stole your kisses, so insatiable to fill my mouth feelings immemorial. Ed ero lì. Si, Ci sono stato.

In un luogo sconosciuto, conservato in qualche stretto cunicolo della mia mente.

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The Dead Hysterical

Inconsciente della fine

discettata in spiro,

Along the despicable way

lies inert and helpless,

corroded in human forms.

sucked from the earth,

exudes looking for a breath,
How was involuco of the mother.


From its hub in prison,

you would want to leave,
How was the umbilical nutrient.


oppose resistance

if he was not with the body c

the soul goes out.

rotten from the needs,

of the most despicable living;

meat is nutritious!

Earring Men Monster Energy

explosion paranoid

add that there is one thing, perhaps a person, you are looking with great force. add that there is nothing you can do to it, there's nothing more to do. you do not understand how to put that thing can really make you happy, but you can not stop to desire.
then that desire is getting stronger: the more you realize that he could not achieve, the more it becomes strong and haunting.
in your heart you add and add entries dialectically opposite: I want it, you can not, I want it, you can not, you may not want it, want it you can not, lovogliononsipuò, lovogliononsipuòlovogliononsipuòlovogliononsipuò ...
dialectical movement contrary to any self-respecting, in this case we reach a growth of knowledge or experience, is only capable of growing paranoia.
salt agitation, anxiety grows, you worn out by the force of your desire and the impertinence of your impotence. this movement (genuinely dialectical or not) creates turbulence in your chest, you feel moving in streams of emotion that you capture the heart and stomach, they heat up, until you hear something like a hot knife stuck in his chest.
and, damn, does it really bad. Who would have thought he could do so badly?
then decided it was time to streamline: this thing moving in my heart, this whirlwind of desire and impotence, of the emotion must be thinking. so must be able to move this hot potato from the heart to the brain: you have to push it up there.
is not simple: it is hot, and gradually moving blocks the lungs and you miss respiro, poi deve passare per la gola e hai la sensazione di aver inghiottito un sasso.
infine arriva a destinazione: entra nella testa e il tuo cervello la accoglie. purtroppo però non sa cosa farsene: la gira e la rigira, ma non è in grado di gestirla. comincia la trasformazione in pensiero, ma non ci riesce, il risultato è un abbozzo di pensiero confuso che inizia a sua volta a trottolare nel cranio senza sosta. e invece di un pensiero, o due, o tre... ti ritrovi nella testa una sorta di maionese impazzita che si gonfia sempre più. si gonfia e continua a gonfiarsi, e tu senti che si avvicina il momento dell'esplosione: quando smetti di sperare che si formi un pensiero sensato, perché ti rendi conto che il tuo cervello non è proprio in grado di crearlo, allora cominci a sperare che arrivi presto l'esplosione, perché il tormento non è più sopportabile.

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romance

mi sento in uno di quei romanzi del romanticismo tedesco, il cui protagonista è un amore esasperato e totalizzante, senza lieto fine: se rileggessi ora il werther potrei impazzire.
come nei romanzi, nelle poesie e nelle canzoni, mi trovo di fronte ad un sentimento quasi incredibile, che non si affievolisce né con il tempo né con la volontà. will perhaps too weak, perhaps feeling too strong.
situation is unreal, a novel!
feel my strong desire as his refusal, I feel my will to fight as strong as my helplessness.

this powerful movement outside of my person, in a burst of desperate love centered on a person, comes up against a wall of indifference, it shatters so many drops that are dispersed. then falling all around, and I feel I love the uniqueness of the world. I can fill my spirit with the rushing water of a river, with the imposing majesty of a mountain landscape with the tranquility of the calm sea, with the strength and fury of the stormy sea. each element of nature awakens and fills my senses, I can enjoy the varied emotions, which then reassembled in that motion finds out that his goal in that person. is a continuous circular motion between joy and sorrow, between peace and anxiety, and between power and powerlessness.
is a flow that is lost, then recombines in an infinite movement. and also I am always on the move. is an inclusive and expansive movement that keeps me alive and responsive.
pleasure in the strength of my emotion when I hear her in pain.

and this stream of life has nothing to do with the escape, distraction or psychosis, as some would have me believe. has only love and curiosity about the world and expansion. who shares is fortunate, who do not understand the judge, who does not understand this accusation!

believed that this flow of emotions focused on him, would be returned to the world by the end of our relationship. Instead I continue to be caught in this endless circularity, and my spirit is always where he falls.
I realize that this movement of expansion, when he was at my side, was a unique and powerful force. represented the world on my strength, my completeness. never had reason to break up and ran every time stronger, enriched by the addition of emotions with different origins.
its remoteness has shattered me, and now it seems so hard to rebuild my spirit.

that is the problem, here comes my anxiety.
I miss him a lot, deep in my spirit. Share

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super holiday in slovenia

I put that much needed vacation: as ever right now I need a vacation. add to that by repeating a year I want to know the Soca , place of pilgrimage for paddlers from all over Europe (and elsewhere). add that I have lost my master canoe and I still have much to learn.

solution to everything: a course of action alpine canoe !

I will never cease to thank Sabine for organizing everything and putting me up for the whole week!
special guest I was spoiled and pampered throughout my stay.

Sunday, July 27:
departure from Milan at half past seven in the morning proved a winning choice: we travel well and no traffic.
we chatted all the way, and neither one is dry throat!
we arrived at their destination for lunch time!
welcomed us a big house and cool, the smell of cut wood and the light filtering through the newly opened my taxes have been excited.
prepared my bed in the bedroom, we have prepared lunch and rested quietly in the courtyard. the mountains around the sun, the blue sky inhabited by flocks of swallows have put me at ease and I have helped ease the tension that was beginning to rise in anticipation of a busy week in the River.
else did it then the beer!
despite the heat, I could not give up a walk to the river, came on deck I was out of breath: there are no words or images to describe the water clarity and the whiteness of the rocks and the green woods. a paradise that you need to know!

the slalom from the deck of Trnovo

spent the afternoon drinking baraka pivo I met many people and last maestro piero the world famous international canoe and new friends, I also found with other pleasure old mates down.

piero "er Direktor"

Monday, July 28:
I woke with a start at 5.45, almost dazed and frightened by the lively flared in the morning the bell tower of Trnovo played with joy, for about three continuous minutes, three times a day: at 5.45, 12.00 and 21.00; beats all day every quarter hour and every hour. fortunately silent between 22:00 and 5:45!

however, a week is not enough to get used to the bell-morning!
the open window came a good smell of the woods, but I was disappointed when I saw the sky gray and cloudy. I dozed off again, fighting the bells every quarter hour and finally, when I got up, I found the clear blue sky!
at noon I was ready with the boat on their shoulders for the first lesson!

ready!

is part

as usual I was in stress: the saliva already known anxiety pre-shipment and I kept wondering why I had chosen a quiet beach holiday. also afraid of making big mistakes and big fool. Meanwhile
piero explained to me that for the first day we worked on a stretch of river quite simple and we studied the basics well: there was just no reason to be afraid. however, until the moment we entered the water, the anxiety continued to grow, after the first paddle in crystal clear that water, I began to feel at ease. the river calls you, invites you to enter its waters: it is impossible to resist!
admit that I was often distracted, looking at the paradise that surrounded me, but I took good piero, trying to correct the position, the paddle, the movement of the legs. I am so uncoordinated that when I undertake to correct a defect, ignoring all the rest and emerge again, but paddling and ferries, entering and then died in the current, my body started to get used to and move with greater coordination. Piero
faithfully followed, when I saw him slip into a dead seething decided between two stones: I was a bit 'puzzled. at that point the river is wide enough to provide a smooth transition rather than to the right and left of quell'ostacolo: why go right in there?? Recognizing the importance of that year and the fact that I could NEVER say to my teacher, "I'm not going there," I got thrown in, but with little conviction, I was almost certain to be already out when I died sucked back. accepted the defeat, which I had already expected, I left paddle and grabbed the handle of the flap. in a moment I was out of the canoe, after having pushed the boat out of that dead bully, with a few strokes decided I managed to get out of it even I, the paddle but it remained upright in a few seconds to turn in that vortex, as drawing an inverted cone !
here is the first bathroom with lowered ears I emptied the boat and I started looking for some excuse to paddle with myself that I have not found clearly.
at the end of the descent I was however pleased, summing up the whole lesson ...

piero and seas

busy

landed in the quarry pond, we found good bradimir waiting for me to take me back to the pickup and then to the base. I decided to bring pride to own my kayak up to the road and I gave up even when the wind failed and the legs have begun to give way! 300 meters in height with the boat on their shoulders ... sob!
then find out the embarrassment of bradimir in accompanying for the trip up the paddle in one hand ... but I could never take me to the boat! (Actually I left it to him Friday, for a landing easier: I could not risk that offended!)
after a quiet afternoon spent in resting the weary limbs, and visiting the near Kobarid ponte di napoleone, ho scoperto dal mio maestro che quel mio bagno del mattino era ovvio e scontato! meno male!

il ponte di napoleone

martedì 29 luglio:
abbiamo affrontato il medesimo tratto di fiume, ma l'ho fatto molto meglio.
la pagaiata era più precisa, l'ingresso in morta più morbido e decisivo, l'assetto nella canoa più equilibrato.
ancora molti esercizi in acqua piatta: dentro e fuori dalle morte, traghetti impegnativi tenendo in equilibrio una bottiglietta vuota sulla punta della canoa. dopo i primi tentativi assolutamente fallimentari, sono riuscita finalmente portare quella bottiglia almeno dall'altra side of the river!
I already felt better in water, and I dealt with a new security step in that strange dead, with whom I had quarreled the day before and emerged winner!
landing was radiant, happy and satisfied and full of adrenaline!
the climb to the road with the boat in the shoulder was less difficult than the previous day and returned home with a smile that joined the ears!

in the afternoon we decided to drive up the valley to see the waterfall Boka (unfortunately with a little water) and follow the course of this incredible river. Unfortunately, a vehicle breakdown we halted after about twenty miles! assisted by Peter, who promptly è venuto a recuperarci (l'attesa del carroattrezzi sarebbe durata ore!) siamo rientrate in tempo per ripartire per un'escursione a cavallo: speravo che sabina venisse con me, ma non sono riuscita a convicerla. sono partita quindi con una coppia inglese, in sella ad una cavallina avelignese con cui ho litigato fino al rientro in scuderia.
ho montato altre volte da ragazzina, così ero convinta di avere un poco di esperienza; inoltre piero mi descriveva i suoi cavalli come cavalli-mucca per la loro docilità; invece è stata una lotta senza fine contro questa bestia che si preoccupava solo di mangiare fiori, arbusti e simili! queste pause di merenda ci costavano un ritardo che veniva poi recuperato a passo di trotto o di galoppo!! igor's advice, our guide, I started talking to this horse: I told her of my vacation, the lesson in canoeing in the morning, my sentimental disasters. so finally he calmed down a little. I later learned that the night was a bit stable 'hysterical. but I am worn down from the saddle. mah! Horses just do not understand them.

useless to explain that at the end of the day I was tired and soft: I am just collapsed in bed after dinner!

Wednesday, July 30:
wake up early, boarding at 9:30!
board is very nice at that time: the beach is deserted and no one was found in the river, the water sparkles in the sun in the morning, the ducks paddling in some died.
climbing, Piero explained to me that we could get up to Trnovo : then I was finally ready! I was excited, but still stressed.
simon took us a little bit, then continue down more quickly. I did some exercises with him curious, coming into life with your eyes closed.
incredible! I did a little lesson with Simon Westgarth ?!
piero and I were still doing exercises in the first section of the river so I could fix a couple of bathroom trying to stand up and stand up in the canoe.
then it is time to continue the busiest stretch of the river: although heating and the practical experience so far, into the first rapid I was somewhat nervous, I went and got the passage wrong, nothing serious, but I should quit right now, but I am left with the flow.
piero at each step explained to me in detail what I should do in front of me and drew a perfect line, but I could not always precisely follow: I have so many wrong steps, fortunately, I'm always out with his head out ' water!
we have urged in several steps, because I could do it properly, and some results we got it! (I would have noticed especially during the subsequent descent).
Piero really great patience and a strong teaching method: with him I felt safe and was able to do maneuvers that I never thought you could do!
I began to amaze myself. I'll be as good when I'm alone?

the landscape around me every meter became more beautiful and charming, and yet I often happened to distract me looking around ...
large white rocks, clear water, white beaches, blue skies and lush forests: unbelievable and indescribable.

at the end of descent, landing at Trnovo just before the slalom, I was delighted and excited at that moment everything was fine, I was happy. I forgot all the paranoia, the sorrows, the difficulties e le paure: ero semplicemente ed ingenuamente FELICE!

carica e motivata, quando è arrivato andrea nel pomeriggio, mi sono unita a lui per la discesa. siamo entrati in acqua al laghetto della cava, perché era tardi e non avremmo fatto a tempo ad uscire dall'acqua entro le 18.00, come prevede il regolamento regionale. eravamo comunque in ritardo e mi sentivo una clandestina del fiume...
mentre ci avvicinavamo all'imbarco, lungo la solita infinita strada (che ora percorrevamo fortunatamente in discesa!) andrea mi spiegava di quanto gli piace scendere in fiume da solo: ormai lo conosce benissimo ed è sicuro, ha i suoi tempi di discesa e di gioco, non deve rendere conto a nessuno e sente di avere una maggiore concentrazione. Meanwhile, I felt too! He reassured me and explained that sometimes he also enjoys making a descent in the company, did not yet know how it would end!
I went far enough, but nearly three-quarters of the drop in speed after the great stone trap, I spilled a wave: I think just having the wrong line, I am allowed to bring water to the right and I are also found in a banana at the end of the rapid water. piero and say that I had explained clearly the correct line, in truth, there has also tried andrea, when we were stopped dead in! maybe I was tired, maybe I was soft .. who knows, anyway I'm wrong!
I recovered the shore with a few strokes but I'm all the equipment: andrea fell in pursuit of the canoe, while I tried the paddle from the shore. the first fell for I do not know how many hundreds of meters along the river before that my companion was able to stop it falling, despite the bags tail were well inflated, and the second was stopped by a group of canoeists who was a bit ' further downstream. so I was forced to trek long before finding Andrew then took me to draw in water up to my kayak!
while raining and the river had formed a layer of thick fog about two meters, which gave the valley a very fabulous and almost ghostly.
with lowered ears, I reached the landing a little lamb. I sentivo anche a disagio con andrea che aveva dovuto rinunciare a parte della discesa per recuperare la mia canoa... forse per lui sarebbe stato davvero conveniente scendere in solitaria, piuttosto che in compagnia della mia barca vuota, anzi piena d'acqua!

e anche questa volta, subito dopo cena, son crollata!

giovedì 31 luglio:
mi sono svegliata presto per andare a lezione e non riuscivo a muovermi. ero così stanca e indolenzita da camminare nel modo dei culturisti: rigida, a gambe larghe, con le braccia distanti dal busto. che fatica quelle scale!!!
tuttavia poi, in acqua, ho riacquistato prontamente la mobilità necessaria.
piero mi ha spiegato i buff! ne avevo sempre sentito parlare, ma non avevo mai capito esattamente la dinamica dell'operazione! infatti, le prime prove che ho fatto sono state proprio fallimentari: mi agitavo e dimenavo come una furia per sbattere contro i sassi!
la discesa è stata ancora più divertente del giorno precedente: perché io sono stata più brava! ancora tardavo nell'impostazione della traiettoria: ci ho messo un po' prima di capire come mettere la barca impostando l'ingresso in rapida! ho vinto su alcuni passaggi con cui avevo un conto in sospeso dal giorno prima e ne ho sbagliati altri: ma la soddisfazione di sentire dentro di me tali progressi e miglioramenti era impareggiabile. ero sempre più brava ed ero sempre più felice!

nel pomeriggio I decided to rest and so we stayed most of the afternoon at the baraka to drink beer, then they find themselves drunk as children playing with straws! This relaxation was really necessary for me ...

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Matej, seas, lupine

infuzia!

Friday, August 1:
the last lesson was even more exciting in the river almost did not recognize myself .. many changes from my descent on Monday! I looked like just a new person. I still had to fight against some passaggi con cui ho aperto un conto che salderò appena potrò tornare là!
e infine, ho chiuso la discesa con un buff su un buco che mi ha stupito! sono rimasta quasi interdetta quando ho sentito la barca scivolare via così fluidamente...
ma come ho fatto?? sono stata davvero io a farlo??? WOW!!

nel pomeriggio, passeggiata rilassante a slap kosjak, lungo un sentiero fresco e boscoso, fino in una gola verde e fiabesca. l'acqua scende da una grande spaccatura nella roccia e il sentiero, tra guadi e passerelle, arriva fino alla pozza sotto alla cascata. è un ambiente davvero incantevole!

l'ingresso della gola

slap kosjak

that magic ...

Saturday, August 2:
all over: the morning I slept, then I put everything in order, jail car, greeted everyone. one o'clock I was ready to leave, with the hope of not finding too much traffic.
after a small break to drink with andrea to Cividale, I definitely took the road for home!
was a terrible journey: Luckily I found a lot of traffic, but I stayed almost an hour stop at the barrier of Venice. the air conditioner of the car now and I have suffered from the exhaust is hot as ever in my life.
and I was not too happy to return to Milan!

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still so close to silence

months of silence this time: the most difficult months of my life.
's long illness, surgery, relapse.
the argument that I can not write.
love lost and with it the hopes, dreams, plans for the future. lost the sense of many experiences, the meaning of the fondest memories.

is the awareness of a great illusion.

is awareness of a void that I was brutally torn apart and against which I have tried in vain to struggle, I finally gave up this fight and now I just have to resignation. I understand many things and I hope the cast: I turned off the illusion and I learned to live with my infinite sadness.
I have not stopped loving him, or to wait or to look in my memories, but I stopped believing in my latest and greatest illusion.

nothing will ever be now I've got to rearrange my life with a new sense.
I need to learn and put myself in the middle of the meaning of my life.
know that this change will be difficult, but I do not know if we can.
who knows ...

meanwhile I would like to know how it feels to be loved: I have no idea.
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Ode to hurt anything

Eva Airam Nema

Within the walls of a castle

black

you'll be looking

singing

a bel canto

heavenly.

Or that the sea

has usurped

each salt

Or is that just anger

to satiate

I wish

each more

dark evil.

"Shut up and come out of this 'man'

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What is love?

-free When your senses

and cry raised,

dazed by sounds crazy.

What is love? When you
-hungry
tears and bleeding lay, bathed in unusual
uncertainties.

What is love?
-When nothing you invade and paint
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- what do you think is the state.

Mount And Blade Trainer

were lying in our bed in the van. we were tired. he in particular, had spent all afternoon in the water: perhaps he was already asleep.
I was awake, I felt the car go in the car park by the sea that we had chosen to spend the night. the storm was falling, but I could still hear the sound of waves breaking on the beach.
I was relaxed and calm, was enjoying this moment knowing that I had to leave early the next morning.

kept his hand in mine and I felt very close. approach her to my lips to feel the taste of salt on his skin, he smelled the smell that I know well, I felt a shiver gentle shaking his hand.
the air was cold and wanted to close the sleeping bag, but I could not make up my mind to leave that hand. the desire to keep it so close was strong enough to win the chills.
while shaking his hand, and I realized what I liked to keep it in mine, I wondered why this was so nice and important and indispensable .

it was love? then love is not only a condition of the soul ...
desire it to be? then the desire is not only a sex drive ...

I continued to shake his hand and to ask about the strange force that obliged me in that position, despite the chilly air, until I fell asleep.

shortly after I woke up to cold and I had to shut down a sleeping bag ... Share

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the weekend demanding the end of March

Saturday 29: appointment with burrs and gianluca Arnad is at 10.30, already late!
we intend to address the Paretone, there are few ways for us viable: we select orange peels and banana direct. buds choose for us the first, he never did.
boys are falling behind. Time is short, we change ourselves and we reach the attack routes. the approach path is steep and difficult: take the step of burrs is impossible for me. Paretone arrival at the base of the last and out of breath. My breathing problems are felt more than ever! poor me.


my idea to bring up the rope to the first roll is quashed by the sage bow: I have to admit that it is not trivial as it looks from below.
orange peel 5c is classified, but I often find myself in trouble! some passages are also very oily: great effort.

our consortium is therefore a slow, problems with embedded strings we delay further, we reach the sixth shooting attack that now is too late: the shadow salt already on the wall below us. Gianluca
and burrs have finished, greet us with a phone call home and run away, to reach the family for dinner.
we have to decide what to do: the last shots of the street should be easier, but we really want to go out after dark? We decide to go down and set up the double. also slowed down by problems with the strings that fit! bud and I have always problems with the strings: we can create the lumps without equal! The wind that beats Arnad certainly does not help us to keep them in order!

love climbing on long routes: I like to continue to rise, face the mountain, climb up to where there is none. only be parked on the lanyard hanging on the wall: listen to the birds, watching the ants, the lizards greet, see the emptiness in me. However, it is a much more that exhausting climb on single pitch rock climbing: there is no rest, to make sure the location is always uncomfortable, you should always be very careful not to be maneuvering into trouble. active and alert is one way to experience the mountains: the single pitch rock climbing are fun but a lot less exciting and all-encompassing in the ascent along a wall.
I'm sorry but it was not yet able to rise from the first, if not pull up very easy: you can relieve a swab would be faster and reduce parking maneuvering, would also allow him to rest a little.
I need training, but unfortunately during the winter, I was often stopped and my poor health I have decisamente fiaccato.
sono sicura che dopo la laurea e dopo l'intervento sarà tutto diverso.
so che imparerò. allora saremo in grado di affrontare vie più difficili; saremo in grado di faticare entrambi di meno e salire sempre di più!

rientriamo al furgone stanchi e distrutti! fioc mastica amaro, non riuscendo ad accettare il fatto di non aver finito la via. torneremo, con più tempo e più energie, e porteremo a termine l'impresa!!

dopo una bella merenda ad arnad rietriamo a casa per pulirla un poco, in attesa di marco e susanna!

domenica 29:

siamo d'accordo per una gita sci-alpinistica. dopo un attento studio della guida, decidiamo di salire palon de resy , in val d'ayas: per quanto esposta a sud, l'escursione prevede due diversi itinerari: da scegliere in base all'innevamento. sembra un buon percorso, tenuto conto anche delle condizioni climatiche e dei pericoli tipici di questo periodo caldo: proprio mercoledì scorso al crest, sopra champoluc, si è staccata una valanga su un gruppo di scialpinisti...

lasciate le auto a st.jacques, alla fine della strada, proseguiamo a piedi, perplessi per la totale assenza di neve: la troveremo! ci consoliamo...
dopo un attento esame della carta geografica, ci incamminiamo lungo un sentiero nel bosco che ahimè non assomiglia troppo alla "strada interpoderale" we are looking for ... still stumped, let's proceed.

the group is as follows:
staple with mountaineering equipment,
Mark and Susan with sticks and table
seas with sticks and all.

dry on the trail in the forest are an advantage: travel light, I have a pair of comfortable hiking boots, and marina in my shoulder only ciaspolette. bud is made worse skis and boots heavy and stiff on his feet!

finally reached the bottom of the valley floor of the will be lower, we find the snow!


we are in a wonderful place: the Monte Rosa massif is in front of us, its huge glaciers dominate us and glisten in the sunlight of spring.

without knowing where and how we begin the climb: marco open a nearly vertical track on a steep wooded slope, but needs to adjust the trajectory after a little scolding susanna! proceed on the mountain slope is strong and just out of the woods the snow does not hold. is slippery and hard!
arrive on the crest rather tired and realize it was wrong mountain!


sveglioni are four on the wrong mountain! Well, anyway the show is breathtaking from up here, we are on a terrace facing the mountain rose in silence in front of us a bowl of bright snow, marked Only the footprints of hares and other wild animals. from which we climbed the slope is very steep and it does not seem suitable for descent: We decide to get one small step at a hundred yards, and a way down on the other side of the mountain.
we are now on a balcony from which to enjoy a spectacular view: the whole valley opens up below us and always at the bottom of him, the rose, with its glaciers!


the descent that my friends is great fun, as the snow is very soft now, for me (on foot) is very busy: as long as the snow holds, I can get along in leaps and bounds softly the slope, where, however, the snow is too soft in trouble: do not keeps me slide and I can not stop except against some rocks or tree ... take off my snowshoes and go down better, but that effort! poor me.
for next winter I will have organized and equipped for touring, I will also have to learn to ski off-piste ... but I can not go on like this!

was a busy day but a memorable one: great satisfaction for the great trip and good company! significant, even the snack Brusson based on beans, cheese and wine!

I came back this weekend happy but exhausted!
also the sun on Sunday, I burned the skin of the face and only now, after several applications ointment, I lost a bit 'fluorescence!

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early spring weekend

I needed a distraction and needed to be with the rider: I was granted a few days off before Easter. so I relaxed a bit 'and then I came back for Sunday lunch: what was seen in the table, I say that I was right!
say with conviction that at my house we eat much better than in many restaurants!

Wednesday 19:
are playing for lunch, so as to arrive at st. vincent in the afternoon, make a good snack, rest a bit and take a ride to Aosta.
workout in the evening in canoa nella piscina di st. vincent : ho rivisto con piacere un po' di gente che non incontravo da tempo, e l'allenamento è stato proficuo.
ho perfezionato il mio eskimo con la pagaia, sotto l'attenta supervisione di Maestro Fiocco ( BRAVA , mi ha detto: estrema soddisfazione!) e dato sfoggio del mio eskimo senza pagaia (è un bel gioco)!
l'allenamento è stato produttivo e l'attività divertente; l'aspetto meno piacevole, ma più faticoso, della serata è stato portare la barca da casa in piscina: poche centinaia di metri, in salita e con la canoa in spalla, sembrano non finire più!

giovedì 20:
tempo buono: aria fredda, ma cielo sereno!
le condizioni sono ideali per affrontare una via di qualche tiro alle placche di oriana , a courtil, in valle di champorcher.
la strada comunale arriva fino al piccolo centro abitato (?), poi diventa privata e non transitabile, quindi bisogna proseguire a piedi. esiste un sentiero, ma per evitare di perderci abbiamo preferito seguire la carreggiata.
siamo arrivati poi in una conca con qualche baita: il paesaggio, la luce, i profumi e i cinguettii mi hanno dato un'emozione d'infanzia, un ricordo di sensazioni provate tra le montagne valdostane quando ero bambina. l'aria frizzante dell'inizio (quasi) della primavera, ha risvegliato in me alcune emozioni nello stesso modo in cui le ho provate da child. at that time, I enjoyed that spot for the good feelings he gave me, regardless of the expectations of entertainment at the foot of the climbing wall.


we attacked a street date of 5a/5b: the only way not marked on the guide (I was with my bare hands 2 , published recently updated and well, and we were able to choose the only way not pointed out!). unfortunately I have not marked the name, just remember rue de ... something : salt in the wall between elbow grease 6-and 7 - silence. I searched news on the web, without finding, someone help me know?
the way is beautiful and varied: the first pitches are in the plaque, rather grip, instead of salt in the last few dihedrals rather challenging. to descend, as an alternative to double, there is a path that traced back to the base of the wall. it is good to remember to bring a comfortable pair of shoes!


I tried to open the first pitch, but I had to leave halfway because fear stops me ...
I am redeemed on the third, the difficulty was about the same, but after a while 'heating on first pitches, I climbed more easily.
however, after a winter of near inactivity in the wall, I was satisfied with my performance! (BRAVA , mi ha detto: estrema soddisfazione!)

giornata conclusa con soddisfazione ad arnad a fare la merenda!

venerdì 21 :
primo giorno di primavera!!
al mattino non ha fatto che piovere; faceva anche molto freddo e non riuscivamo a far partire l'impianto di riscaldamento: così siamo rimasti in casa a leggere e studiare!
assaliti poi dalla noia, nel pomeriggio ci siamo spinti fino ad aosta, per alcune commissioni, sotto una nevicata bellissima, a fiocchettoni!
così è iniziata la primavera...

sabato 22:
già le previsioni meteo lo avevano annunciato: mareggiata a levanto !
I wanted to try it (sooner or later I have to learn to surf the waves of the sea), but when I saw the size of the waves and the number of canoeists and surfers in the water, I changed my mind. I then spent the afternoon between cake and beer, a chat with maura and a little 'game with smokey.
it was not cold, the sun, warm, warm the body more than the air ... But the feeling was nice. until sunset, we were right!

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uncertain

Saturday, March 15:

forecasts are not good, but in Milan it is spring: warm and sunny!
after a grueling pulls and loose with the rider that says: " we leave in the morning, not in the afternoon, we go to the river, no mountain, but if you want to boh. maybe. " Finally we decided to climb to Mottarone , climbing sector of 'ossola much loved by me.
prepare the backpack glad to finally be able to get some 'of sun load climbing summer clothing (vest and knee-length trousers) and I am upset because I can not find the cap alone ... is not serious will not beat so much. go!
from one means already be too late, do not distract the sole distributor and gas found on the highway, it means having to turn all stresa looking for a pump and a further loss half an hour.
but the place is beautiful, no sun, it's hot, we're on the lake there that looks nice view ...
finally we take the road that leads to Mottarone and find that the toll is increased (oh you know, the adjustment ... now go that way disaster costs 6 eu for cars and 3.50 for motorcycles.).
continue.
come up, the parking lot of the ski in the middle of colored people in padded jumpsuit and we realize something was wrong: there is plenty of snow around and we are inside a cloud. a cold breeze refreshes us ideas.
are not exactly ideal conditions for climbing, but we change ourselves and let's see: the path down the cliff is not see, is covered with snow, we know the road and continue ...
staple is looking street birthday and street guides , respectively 6c and 6a +. but it is crazy? moreover are three in the afternoon, we are in the fog and is bitterly cold. deter easily.
Needless to say we are alone, there is not a soul around. from the ridge in front of our stands up in a daring glider: he must have a screw out of place!
then decide to stop in the field of owl: Is there any shot possible and in any case we are not going to stop for long!
attack the first pitch and I realize I could not move: long inactivity, sinusitis and dizziness from arctic cold block me, and hands and feet have no feeling. mid-wall and decide to go down the rope bud. he goes up, comes down, the division I tried again a couple of steps back down, put the rope in your backpack and run like wild goats. the rider wants to go looking for the attachment of the long way: he goes, but I prefer to start towards the car to change.
along the climb, I choose a passage other than to get done, and I find myself walking in a snow Conchetta knee shoes and light summer pants are not appropriate. I stop to take away a bit 'of ice from the shoes and ankles before it becomes water, then I take a brisk.
dream a hot tea in the bar, but I closed and sealed, there is no one in the yard, I just feel that the cat hitting the slopes, but I do not see why the fog is dense. the thermometer of the machine marks the 6th: I thought worse!
I change in a hurry, I eat half of the biscuits and I finally reached bud, in time to eat the other half.
turn on the machine and it heats up and it runs better.
today did not go well ... we will do tomorrow?

Sunday, March 16:

susanna, flake, seas

first telephone appointment with buds at nine: the sky is overcast, the temperature discourages outdoor activities.
we update at noon: it seems that you are adjusting to the weather: we opt for the descent of Ticino happens to be looking at existed. I also feel
susanna and the two are ready to go.
we find ourselves existed and leave a car at the station for recovery.
one, two and three ready to go boarding! are the only one to know: I'll take ioooo!
is not true to reach happens to be looking is easy, but then find the road that leads to the river seems impossible. After some roaming the countryside and asked for directions to everyone, we finally reach Cerano beach!

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order some goodies here before boarding:

1. susanna system that the camera on a rock, to photograph the group with self-timer, and then when The resume should be passed over and not find
2. seas marta warns that the group will be landing within an hour
3. first shipment channel with 20 cm of water and after 20 meters raschiera unsurpassed
4. long transfer to reach the water of the River
5. staple that can take a picture until the fourth attempt
6. seas that notice not be wearing a life jacket when they enter into the canoe
7. susanna that you realize you have lost the bag sealed with phones, money and documents during the transfer.
8. seas within the van crossing the channel hopping to get the jacket, while he susa buds and seek (and find!) Lost the pouch into the river bed

however, downhill beautiful: Ticino reserve beautiful emotions with his first degree! wildlife, vegetation, landscape, sunset ...
a little 'training, a chat and relax.
a pretty descent!

buds and seas

susanna

landing at the central

Finally, a prey to hunger cramps (have you ever seen susanna hungry?), we ended up with Martha and gigio existed in the worst of the whole bar to eat a sandwich, before undertaking research in the dark of the shield, was boarding.
we found it without the help of satellite or helicopter!
good!

here the story of Susanna!

oggi sono un poco indolenzita (tra malattie varie ero inattiva da molto tempo); però il fatto che senta tirare anche i muscoli delle gambe, significa che ho pagaiato correttamente!
brava mari

bella lì

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Ocular Migraine Forum

Metamorphosis

emigrated away from

pumbleo rest

that I was stalled for years.

I, of my diving bell butterfly

son of imperial plunder the marches
calcify dreams

your perveo defended the future.

Calm

wrap my remains in the cocoon,
for you that is not extinguished but not herd from flying
Why Callori yellowish.

By changing I will not live more of my work dedicated
scamper from you,

Atrophy prison

without fathers or crosses.

not inflict suffering

deceiving the children of Christ
Nater not otherwise stomach

I'll live for me.

Everywhere.

Just for me.

Unblock Poptropica At School

the rule of 10 P


P rima P ensa P oi P arla P erché P arola P oco P ensata P orta P ena

[me l'ha in segnata la maestra in prima elementare, e ancora me la ricordo bene]

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Melatonin With Cipralex

sad story

have long been in the closet: he made me go out often, take me with him, holding me close to him, taught me many things.
I was a little closet and a little with him: I was fine.
course, I was troubled by the strong presence in the cavity next to me, memories of her: clothes, shoes, medicines. was a presence so intrusive ... But I could be happy too, because he took me to the closet, take me and the memories of her. I was there, she was a memory of this strong, I felt it.
then he has made a habit of leaving the closet more often, or if you were his friends, kept me out of the closet and left me in a corner ...
so I started to suffer from the darkness and solitude: so often knocked from inside the closet, and he pulled me out. But I was not happy having to knock as often, because they notice me.
I cried a lot and knock hard, then one day I refused to go back in the closet: I said I wanted to stay out with him.
then made me sit on the edge of the bin and told me he was thinking. had to decide if I wanted to or not.
then I was sitting there poised for a week, waiting confident that I could take to keep me with him. he kept saying that he had to think that did not know ... I waited and did not understand.
to fatigue and the inconvenience of that position, there to dangle on the edge of the dustbin, he added with a sharp fear that I will throw us anytime soon. so one day I have had our forces and I was not able to hang on the edge of the bin: it took his breath e. .. We have fallen into.

plunk .

I am alone on the bottom of the dustbin.
the fall hurt me, I wound punctured and emptied.

now I am alone and empty on the bottom of the dustbin.

other times in the past I have thrown in there, but I never learned to fall, or I got used to these flights: on the contrary, the wounds she gave me this fall are added to the previous ones. are even more painful, because my heart is already wounded.

now I am alone and empty on the bottom of the dustbin.

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