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the pleasures of the song
"Modern Music means just that.
"Modern Music means just that. There is no musical modernity in what we are experiencing today.
The future is still only idea, it never reached
and everything still revolves around things already seen, past, not yet old.
As a science fiction movie of the Fifties "
The future is still only idea, it never reached
and everything still revolves around things already seen, past, not yet old.
As a science fiction movie of the Fifties "
- Hey, you make me a present, before returning home to get the new cd of Ditches!?
Ivano Alberto Fossati of 33 laps and has called facts more or less twenty-six, the first LP in 1971, with Delirium, not counting the many collaborations.
The wait lasts about a year, sometimes two, then exit and the fans are prepared to listen.
a ritual that repeats itself: the purchase of a strictly original e. .. home of yarn, remove the cellophane, open the box ... fast to play.
And then, slowly explore.
E ' always the case with a new disc: Distill listening.
Slowly, to enjoy them fully, to know the words, engraved sound, the rhythmic variations. Learn
the text, the songs, then just comes to mind, he whispers, with you.
- I do not like Fossati, said at a desk Pick Up is always the same!
Yeah, 'is always the same'. Here lies the mystery: what 'always equal' will sing the soul.
If no 'one', an author because you like it, you convinced?!
tells you words and makes you say words. This is the song, sung poetry.
"Modern Music" (Columbia, 2008) is called the new work of the Genoese singer-songwriter, eleven songs by heart, tell stories, they whisper and talk about dreams of a world, yet perhaps too fast, a journey through different sounds, which run without a defined melodic continuity.
And it is 'modern' sound you hear, the 'classic' that is proper. His compositional geometry with wisdom through the canon of melodic rock. Modern music, indeed. Generally known, well socialized, pop (popular), with the "consequences" vocal, choral and the only revenue that modulate and educate the listening. The sax to do the coloring, the counterpoint, the organ of Riccardo Tesi, bagpipes and flutes make the trip, organized what is the body! Dance! Everything is there, 'always equal'. All you need to tell stories. What is needed then sing, that voice.
emphases, pauses, rhythm returns, ref melodic, compositional wisdom all times to say all of poetry. From chansonnier, author poet. And 'here the key to understanding Ivano Fossati, of that' always the same ': the song, the pleasure of singing, to deploy the song, playing it. And
Fossati as well as poet-philosopher is also political, civic education face to the public. Popularizer of soul when he sings the love and the fragility of civic lever feel when the song "social".
"Modern Music" tells of a world that is too fast, populated by beings rushed and lost behind an idea of \u200b\u200bthe future that could become dangerously tasteless, stupid self-centered, "junk". Talk about TV, gossip and media processes ('The land of the witnesses'), as well as the water problem and dell'incetta of water resources by multinational companies ('The water war'). Tell western dreams made from the east, dalontano, where the world is still immersed in the past ('Last minute'). It is about love. Newborn love, emotional turmoil with the stomach ('Miss America'), acquired up to love, celebrated and forgotten ('Love does not speak any more') that declared aa romantic ('Modern Music').
MM
Thursday, September 25, 2008
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Sunday, September 14, 2008
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Orsigna VALLEY IN THE DARK FOREST.
Tiziano Terzani
Exciting stories of witches, ghosts and spirits among the rocks, woods and old houses in a charming small village in the Apennines in Tuscany, without history and no heroes. A few residents, but a lot of humanity and wisdom. It is a beautiful tribute to the land where Terzani has put its roots. But it is also an article in which the poetry and the ethics of the Florentine writer are revealed in an absolutely crystalline. The witches were three. They sat high in the branches of the walnut tree next to the fountain. Confabulation is laughing. Ettore first heard only their voices, then, straining their eyes are already accustomed to the darkness of the night to come home after playing cards with friends, recognized. He wanted to escape, but the witches had recognized him and stopped him the oldest with his curse, "Hector, did you see what forget it. If you ever leave a word of mouth, just die. "Years passed and Hector never said anything to anyone. Then one day I was in Calabria to make the coal with the neighbors and that the speech during the dinner, he fell on the witch, and that the walnut tree, the fountain and the bar seemed far away, he was to open the heart. "I've seen the witches ...». And he names. The next morning, while at work, a load of wood he was inexplicably wearing Hector and there remained dry. This was one of the first stories I told when I got to Orsigna. I was a kid, I was coming from the city to vacation and wanted to learn to behave and to respect the taboo of the mountain. Every forest, every ravine, every rock seemed to have one and their names seemed made just for people not to lose the memory of their origins, as well as crosses and Madonnas placed along the paths and the tomb was a plan selve.La that a woman, to challenge the belief that there was around us a spirit, a winter's night he wanted to cross. From the womb had fallen spindle as spinning wool, that had been planted in the snow blocking the skirt, she had felt like being pulled by an invisible hand and the morning had found stiff, scared to death. Ditch the throws of an age where he said he does not believe in ghosts than had been thrown down the cliffs. The going was where the devil the devil, who lived in the valley Orsigna - in the old days called "the dark wood" - he had supported for the last time on foot, fleeing before the Madonna, who came to liberate the people from damnation eternal. On that piece of land still does not grow a single blade of grass. Those places, with their legends told by old, I was fascinated. Fifty years have passed, I was in the meantime in the corners strange and distant world, but I have not freed from enchantment and Orsigna, with its two hundred "souls," as the people here still call it, is my belly on the earth. "Orsigna, 806 meters above sea level sea, "says the sign at the beginning of the country. Florence is only 75 km away, but the road that comes to us today does not go anywhere else and you know the secret of a curve on the old, dull Porrettana open to seeing, unexpectedly, every time as a rediscovery, this valley airy in a semicircle of mountains whose colors mark the passing of stagioni.Al contrary Abetone, Maresca, or Gavinana San Marcello, countries that are known in the Tuscan Apennines, Orsigna never had a his reason to boast. There has never happened anything history, no one has ever stopped anyone famous. The only headstone in the country is on the facade of the church, with the names and photographs of a dozen glazed guys here, who died in the Great War. The closest that a "great" was ever arrived at five kilometers when the Carducci had to stop at the station Pracchia because of a fault in the locomotive of the train that took him to the Baths of Porretta.Io Orsigna I was there for the first time in 1945, led by my father, who had been a young man, when, for skiing, there used to be piles of fencing shoes. We got to walk on the trail. It was not a true vacation spot, and found easy to rent a room. Dall'Azelia we stayed for a few years, the mailman, then by Filide, a pastor that any husband who had died had inherited something and whose house was one of the best of this summer I was there to Badar paese.Ogni sheep with kids my age, looking for mushrooms, berries to gather, watching the sunrise from one of the peaks, all under two thousand meters, but all - for me - very high. The Orsigna was my school life. Here I did the first dance, I had my first love, early fears, first dreams. With my first savings bought the field where I had sent the kite and the stones of the river we made a house like those of others, only the doors and larger windows. The thought of that place m'è served as a compass in my wanderings in the world and when my sons grew increasingly in other countries, I wanted to put in the memory of the roots and the smell of a house which then bind childhood nostalgia, I set them, as a rule of the family, to spend two months each year to Orsigna. There was in this wild valley with his people without history - except that of a great affliction - no glory - except the one of the legends of which they felt protagonists - a measure of humanity that I wanted the children to learn and bring inside. Strange people that Orsigna! Even their names impressed me when I arrived. The men were named Ahasuerus, Emerald, Antimo, Elio; Sedomia women, Elis, Fortunata. To me, Florence, it seemed strange that they did not know well who were their ancestors. Some said it came from a company in which a gentleman of fortune, potendoli not pay, had given the estate in the valley. From here the names of family: Venturi, Caporali and that of a tenement called witzerland. Others said that the origin of the smugglers who were in this valley and inaccessible border area between the lands of the Pope and the Grand Duke of Tuscany, to avoid paying the duty to Gabbellette (a place called just that) and crossed the mountains in a rough called, not surprisingly, the Free Port. Certainly, in this valley, dark chestnut and beech trees, the orsignani, far from towns - Florence and Pistoia - which were suspicious, had grown up free and full of pride. They lived in their small villages scattered along the coasts of the mountains, and even the Church, as is still called the country itself, there were only for the Mass, to play cards, drink and buy salt and matches . The rest were making for themselves. were shepherds and sheep and chestnut threw everything they needed. Even the doctor we were only at death. Alighiero could block the blood of a wound by reciting a mysterious formula, Ubaldo - that still lives - with a formula, it marked the shingles. The orsignani were people who had time. With a blade of grass in his mouth, stood for hours on top a hill to watch the flock with all the leisure to think and be quiet. I seemed to know just how the human mind. From every little event seemed able to bring out the archetype with the ease in which, slowly, I learned to recognize the greatness. They were, by necessity, great observers of nature and always pulled from the great lessons and a sense of balance that is reflected in giving life, sometimes only a name and a legend, every stone, every ravine. Growing up I learned to appreciate more and more. I went top of the world to try to understand something, they, not knowing how to read or write, remaining there, but of doing every little capital, a large constructed s'eran know, I thought. Alighiero came back from Vietnam and that war had seen her only once when the Germans had come to burn a village in the valley in retaliation for a partisan attack, seemed to know much more than me. And maybe that was it. I had seen a great light for a moment, he had seen the slow flow of things in their entirety. The Chinese have a nice expression to describe how I lived - and still alive - "Look at the flowers from horseback." That's right: in 25 years in Asia I have seen so many flowers, sometimes extraordinary, great, but from a horse, always running, always at a distance, without much time to soffermarmici. The orsignani have seen a few flowers, perhaps small, but There have been close, have seen them bloom, grow, die. And the extraordinary life cycle have become experts. And free, even death. This is a place where so many people committed suicide has run as do not want to depend on the designs of anybody, even those on the top of their Creator. The Nunziatina, my neighbor a few years ago, jumped from the window to go and take to the cemetery the grave that had been set free along with that of her husband. He had heard that another woman was taken to a hospital in the country and knew that if one died before her, she would have lost the place where he wanted to be buried. The orsignani lived in a world of their own, with their rules, and the city All refused. Even the explanation of the name of the place. Orsigna, according to historians, was the fact that the valley, mentioned in documents of the year one thousand, was full of bears (hence the two that are in the arms of Pistoia), but as the name would orsignani to do with a princess Orsini (Orsini?) exiled here to atone for a 'do it with love. " His guards were protected by armor and large only when stripped to sunbathe on one of the hills you could see that they were beautiful girls. That place is still called the naked. "There it feels," he told the orsignani, pointing to the ruins of a place called The Castle (one of the princess?), But at most could have been a group of miserable hovels of stone. I was quietly trying to hear the lamentations of the ancient Orsini, but could not. "We want you to have the second hearing and second sight," said guide them, a tiny little old me was a friend. He had them all under those seconds. He lived in a house of black smoke, but he was a born poet, and regularly won races in which contrast, in front of a carboy of wine, various poets of the country are challenged to sing, alternating rhymes, one defending the virtues Women's notice, other than the blonde, the qualities of a sun, the other those of the moon. Today, no one sings more contrast to Orsigna. Over the years many things have changed here too. She came around the fireplace and television in the evening, there are more people in conversation. The majority of the pastors took to the floor Oei their sons have become citizens. Yet many of them return, refer to the old houses, to go back to mushrooms, to see the sun rise from the tops and dancing in the streets the only monument of the country, a small marble of Christ with open arms. I always go back and I increasingly wonder if, after such a long way made elsewhere, in the midst of so many different people, always in search of another, in search of exotic, in search of a meaning which is all'insensata life, this valley is not much more after all the place, the place more exotic and more sensible, and if, after so many adventures and many loves, for Vietnam, China, Japan and now India, Orsigna not - if I'm lucky - my true love last.
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Zonda
Andrès Hello, I am, I'm Italian-Argentine. We speak of a strong wind: the Zonda.
The Zonda is a wind that often blows on the eastern slopes of the Andes, in Argentina, and mainly affects the provinces of Mendoza, San Juan and La Rioja, all of them located on the west of the country.
The Zonda is a very dry wind and dust, and from the South Pole, the Pacific, which is heated by descent from the slopes of the Andes. Can exceed 120 km / h.
This wind can produce dire consequences for people and things, because the force reaches hurricane, has low humidity, dust fills all our plants, affecting the majority of people, mainly affects the respiratory system.
On the environment, is a wind that raises the temperature to 30 degrees even in winter, sometimes produces fire, sometimes blows the tin roofs and wood manufactures falling trees, also produces the collapse of power lines.
[testimony gathered by the "phoenix"]
Andrès Hello, I am, I'm Italian-Argentine. We speak of a strong wind: the Zonda. The Zonda is a wind that often blows on the eastern slopes of the Andes, in Argentina, and mainly affects the provinces of Mendoza, San Juan and La Rioja, all of them located on the west of the country.
The Zonda is a very dry wind and dust, and from the South Pole, the Pacific, which is heated by descent from the slopes of the Andes. Can exceed 120 km / h.
This wind can produce dire consequences for people and things, because the force reaches hurricane, has low humidity, dust fills all our plants, affecting the majority of people, mainly affects the respiratory system.
On the environment, is a wind that raises the temperature to 30 degrees even in winter, sometimes produces fire, sometimes blows the tin roofs and wood manufactures falling trees, also produces the collapse of power lines.
[testimony gathered by the "phoenix"]
Monday, August 11, 2008
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Today, July 30, 2008, died in Paris - St. Denis, Georges Lapassade
was born May 10, 1924 to Arbus, a small village in the Pyrenees in southern France and among his last wishes expressed to get back there, but this was not possible because of poor health that forced him to dialysis for years and recently have seen him go out without force. Loved singing and wanted to hear sing "le temps des cerises", the singing of the Paris Commune. He loved to see young people playing, dancing to trance. He loved the Gnawa of Morocco, the "pinched" the Salento and the tenor and the round dance of Sardinia. He loved everyone who has encouraged and helped to study and learn risk, leading player in the conflicts arising from an acute social critic learning. Hosted at his home in Paris, students who needed to stay there for college. He traveled much in his life, went into people's homes and was host, was employed in universities in Italy during the Pantera in 1990 and in 1968 he lived throughout the Sorbonne in occupied France in May.
One day he told me that he wanted his house opposite the university Paris 8, where I was staying, after his death became a place to host foreign students that they needed and did research on intercultural.
sociologist, educator, philosopher, ethnographer ... has never been possible to frame it in any discipline because he practiced a rigorous cross-cutting approach. Always put your finger on the social ills faithful always here and now, the ICO et maintenant.
leaves us a legacy of enormous practical reflection, stimulating and above all the desire to continue living the incompleteness of man.
A hug to all who knew him personally, I feel the need for mutual sympathy
Salvatore Panu
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
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Pino Zimba, a "loa" Salento
Mighali Joseph, "Zimba" differed from the others. Playing for him was laughing.
He did his face and his whole body. A broad laugh, contagious, light and inviting, which made only 'her' scene. Holds within itself a great legacy psychic and material. He was proud, conscious of the responsibility he had to. A legacy that was his blessing. "Tracing back along the arc of the story of four generations of family Zimba Aradeo" says Sergio Torsello, in the beautiful "Zimba, voices, sounds, rhythms Aradeo" published in 2004 by Kurumuny, "means entering into a microcosm in which all parade the classical topos Salento folk culture in the last fifty years: the Taranto, music therapy, the techniques for the tambourines, the contemporary stage of the revived 'pinches'. It 's like being at the center of an ongoing game of mirrors in which are reflected sounds, images and words that mark time' sacred 'and the profane in an indissoluble unity. The pictures, mirror, yet symbolically opposed both daughters of the same story, are those of Frank Zimba father, dancing on the image of St. Paul, and the patina of the most famous of Zimba, Pine, an extraordinary interpreter of himself in 'Sangue Vivo' , a memorable icon winsperiana Salento in the balance between modernity and tradition, a symbol of the renaissance of the characters of the pinch. "
think art means to think of beauty. And beauty is power, grace that changes to the Act in place. The beat of the tambourine, "this small, simple tool built on the skeleton of the 'farnaro', which served as a sieve for women to 'discern' the meal ', was the work of the wonderful life of Pino Zimba. I still feel his hand in the digital spectrum to deliver the history of popular music of Salento, but we will miss his generosity, enthusiasm, skill and his eyes always on alert, attentive to build the unique magic of dance.
Maya Deren writes it 'The Knights of the Divine Voodoo': "If in the chorus, you hear a voice suddenly emerge only with a special emphasis, or whether, in the crowded circle, including all the bodies that move, if they notice any whose movements exceed those of the crowd and become spectacular is a sign that a loa (deity status) has arrived. Because if the sign of the dedication of a man lies in his loa to serve in humility, the sign of the devotion of a loa to humans is in its full manifestation. So the virtuosity belongs to the gods. " Here, Pino Zimba was a virtuoso in humility has served the sources that give life, continuity and renewal of tradition, and humbly accepted the gift from the tradition that he was.
MM
Mighali Joseph, "Zimba" differed from the others. Playing for him was laughing.
He did his face and his whole body. A broad laugh, contagious, light and inviting, which made only 'her' scene. Holds within itself a great legacy psychic and material. He was proud, conscious of the responsibility he had to. A legacy that was his blessing. "Tracing back along the arc of the story of four generations of family Zimba Aradeo" says Sergio Torsello, in the beautiful "Zimba, voices, sounds, rhythms Aradeo" published in 2004 by Kurumuny, "means entering into a microcosm in which all parade the classical topos Salento folk culture in the last fifty years: the Taranto, music therapy, the techniques for the tambourines, the contemporary stage of the revived 'pinches'. It 's like being at the center of an ongoing game of mirrors in which are reflected sounds, images and words that mark time' sacred 'and the profane in an indissoluble unity. The pictures, mirror, yet symbolically opposed both daughters of the same story, are those of Frank Zimba father, dancing on the image of St. Paul, and the patina of the most famous of Zimba, Pine, an extraordinary interpreter of himself in 'Sangue Vivo' , a memorable icon winsperiana Salento in the balance between modernity and tradition, a symbol of the renaissance of the characters of the pinch. "
think art means to think of beauty. And beauty is power, grace that changes to the Act in place. The beat of the tambourine, "this small, simple tool built on the skeleton of the 'farnaro', which served as a sieve for women to 'discern' the meal ', was the work of the wonderful life of Pino Zimba. I still feel his hand in the digital spectrum to deliver the history of popular music of Salento, but we will miss his generosity, enthusiasm, skill and his eyes always on alert, attentive to build the unique magic of dance.
Maya Deren writes it 'The Knights of the Divine Voodoo': "If in the chorus, you hear a voice suddenly emerge only with a special emphasis, or whether, in the crowded circle, including all the bodies that move, if they notice any whose movements exceed those of the crowd and become spectacular is a sign that a loa (deity status) has arrived. Because if the sign of the dedication of a man lies in his loa to serve in humility, the sign of the devotion of a loa to humans is in its full manifestation. So the virtuosity belongs to the gods. " Here, Pino Zimba was a virtuoso in humility has served the sources that give life, continuity and renewal of tradition, and humbly accepted the gift from the tradition that he was.
MM
Monday, February 11, 2008
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Aikido the art of relationship is a very interesting book
I recommend you read it ...
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Aikido the art of relationship is a very interesting book
I recommend you read it ...
Aikido: The Art of Relazione2007
Adea Publisher
ISBN: 978-88-86274-47
euro 15.00
Friday, January 18, 2008
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Ciuf! Choo! Ciuuuf! Failure time in the South East!
For about two years out of necessity, but also a certain pleasure, are commuting. From Fields of Salento in Lecce, I travel by train. It's cheap and if you move organizations and with the pace you can do it because there is an undefined variable in the organization of Railways South East: time. Essential for travelers! I wonder if when he was there ... the "locomotive engine" arrived on time!
Today I had to be knitted half past ten. Excellent! From Lecce there is a train at nine and the sunset, arrival ten eighteen, says the railway timetable winter weekday. At ten Zerocinque finally part. Arrival in Jersey at eleven. Not so bad then! Only three quarters of an hour late to make a few kilometers. On board the carriages are full, all to wonder, but with humility and resignation, the reason for this fate. Vana is any logic!
At the start the thing you notice is a "great crowd" of drivers, inspectors, workers who rush around the glorious stars of coaches already one of the best films shot in Salento. Quell'Italian South East and in his heart, enhancing the 'paradox' the railroad Salento, pointing to its reconsideration and its revival. Hope that remained. The railroad was also
Salento theme of the election campaign of President John Pellegrino, who 'ate' two-day trip, with cameramen in tow, to the south of Salento in embryo to test the quality of what they rightly regarded as an essential tool in the His new Salento. The keystone of a season of progress, where mobility, tourism and local marketing would be closely married.
unfortunately nothing has changed. Relying
'dépense' is the warning: do not concern you! The adventure is in the spirit of this old service. As in a dream drifting! It 's all so "family." Is the controller, as a soft brown velvet with matching beige wool sweater, only identifies a green budge. In addition to pierce the ticket asks you where you are going and tells you where to get off to continue to your destination. The railways are organized by South East hubs, such as a subway station with its 'tracking'. Novoli, Lecce, Zollino, sweaters. An ideal system of routes that, if granted in coincidences would ensure easy mobility. A look closely you can see acts of modernization. The site is in open-Novoli Carmarthen forcing a transfer to buses. The electrification and construction of the overpass will the closure of some crossings, the toll collectors to retire: true legendary page of the 'saga' train! Then I think: you could point to a general maintenance of the routes, the renewal of the fleet on track to speed "railcar" in the development of the service? To slow this process there is also the case open by environmentalists and some local authorities to build the new route in the Valley of Cupa to connect the station with the university of Carmarthen Ecotekne.
only relief landscape. I see fragments enchanted. Salento stone, cut in the quarries. Olive groves and scrub odors and keep you ill when you are forced long pauses in the open countryside. That Salento in the railroad found its small growth which exported large quantities of potatoes and tobacco.
The brown man tells us that the station is next Zollino for changing jerseys, we recommend "waiting to get off the train is stopped." Because we were moving?
A margin should be noted that the only fully restored and modernized small station that is small in Melpignano! Free zone of the Salento. When you say the tarantula!
MM
[Image: Locomotive ESF 1960]
For about two years out of necessity, but also a certain pleasure, are commuting. From Fields of Salento in Lecce, I travel by train. It's cheap and if you move organizations and with the pace you can do it because there is an undefined variable in the organization of Railways South East: time. Essential for travelers! I wonder if when he was there ... the "locomotive engine" arrived on time!
Today I had to be knitted half past ten. Excellent! From Lecce there is a train at nine and the sunset, arrival ten eighteen, says the railway timetable winter weekday. At ten Zerocinque finally part. Arrival in Jersey at eleven. Not so bad then! Only three quarters of an hour late to make a few kilometers. On board the carriages are full, all to wonder, but with humility and resignation, the reason for this fate. Vana is any logic!
At the start the thing you notice is a "great crowd" of drivers, inspectors, workers who rush around the glorious stars of coaches already one of the best films shot in Salento. Quell'Italian South East and in his heart, enhancing the 'paradox' the railroad Salento, pointing to its reconsideration and its revival. Hope that remained. The railroad was also
Salento theme of the election campaign of President John Pellegrino, who 'ate' two-day trip, with cameramen in tow, to the south of Salento in embryo to test the quality of what they rightly regarded as an essential tool in the His new Salento. The keystone of a season of progress, where mobility, tourism and local marketing would be closely married.
unfortunately nothing has changed. Relying
'dépense' is the warning: do not concern you! The adventure is in the spirit of this old service. As in a dream drifting! It 's all so "family." Is the controller, as a soft brown velvet with matching beige wool sweater, only identifies a green budge. In addition to pierce the ticket asks you where you are going and tells you where to get off to continue to your destination. The railways are organized by South East hubs, such as a subway station with its 'tracking'. Novoli, Lecce, Zollino, sweaters. An ideal system of routes that, if granted in coincidences would ensure easy mobility. A look closely you can see acts of modernization. The site is in open-Novoli Carmarthen forcing a transfer to buses. The electrification and construction of the overpass will the closure of some crossings, the toll collectors to retire: true legendary page of the 'saga' train! Then I think: you could point to a general maintenance of the routes, the renewal of the fleet on track to speed "railcar" in the development of the service? To slow this process there is also the case open by environmentalists and some local authorities to build the new route in the Valley of Cupa to connect the station with the university of Carmarthen Ecotekne.
only relief landscape. I see fragments enchanted. Salento stone, cut in the quarries. Olive groves and scrub odors and keep you ill when you are forced long pauses in the open countryside. That Salento in the railroad found its small growth which exported large quantities of potatoes and tobacco.
The brown man tells us that the station is next Zollino for changing jerseys, we recommend "waiting to get off the train is stopped." Because we were moving?
A margin should be noted that the only fully restored and modernized small station that is small in Melpignano! Free zone of the Salento. When you say the tarantula!
MM
[Image: Locomotive ESF 1960]
Monday, January 14, 2008
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Indiana Jones in Lecce
Once Upon a Time Lecce. The
Lecce we see the past, inanimate, in which mixed photographic enlargements to print toning bring the nostalgia of times gone by.
a temple made of carriages, striped curtains that sheltered balconies and soft wares. Greengrocers, grocer, and fishmongers throwing carnezzieri calls. And then ... itinerant barbers card readers, cripples and beggars, monks cercantini. A succession of voices that crossed destinies. There was once a
Piazza Sant'Oronzo without the pit of the amphitheater, the oval was in another location surrounded by arcades all around, the seat had a tower with the clock. Modernity c'aveva brought electricity and a via ferrata brought people to San Cataldo, the first part of that trolley bus that is late in starting.
History builds its layers and cities have come up filling the holes in the past, recovering the stones to do it again. The former was not a problem. For a long period of time the past was not contemplated as an asset to protect. There was the passion of going forward, to grow, move forward. Then, in parallel with the emptying of el'imbarbarimento sense of value-led, philosophical, ideological, the West rediscovered the charm of the glorious deeds of the people originate. "Dea Roma Hi! Do you sparkle in front of the Sun which rises from the new history, resplendent in arms, is the last horizon Victory "sang the Fascist anthem in his way to Rome and to make" holes ". It was limited to this style of excavation Indiana Jones there would be no problem, but we all know how that turned out. Now, our deputy mayor and Councillor for Culture is preparing to launch a recovery plan that provides for the enhancement Lecce submerged traces of the city's history, present in large numbers under the soil of the capital.
Project is not new. Let us remain calm, not take us to war! The objective of Hon. Poli is to complete the project for many years pursued with determination to do even more beautiful Lecce, dense and proud of his suggestions.
We feel, however, of having to give advice in mind the infinite time it takes to shape Castromediano Piazzetta. First act of re-discovery of hidden Lecce. That this has been looked at carefully, despite the large windows 'deluded' are raised to make it seen.
pity that there is no descriptive signs of the 'wonder' below, installed at the time of excavation. That means a way to look back, to get an idea of \u200b\u200bwhat the weather has changed. A page sometimes say much more than a few stones. What convinces us of the project, more than making holes here and there, it is the intention of recovery and full development Rudiae the Park. The museum
to think there is already widespread: Lecce is the same. The problem is showing it, together, taking the open churches, courtyards open with more frequency and method. On clearing and cross the remains of the amphitheater, the theater and the Castle of Charles V. The rest could be described, narrated by 'open pages' and tales of the guides.
A city that is enough in itself, Lecce, as it is if we just noticing its quality continuously betrayed and deluded, its minimum needs for care and protection.
But that's another story!
MM
Once Upon a Time Lecce. The
Lecce we see the past, inanimate, in which mixed photographic enlargements to print toning bring the nostalgia of times gone by.
a temple made of carriages, striped curtains that sheltered balconies and soft wares. Greengrocers, grocer, and fishmongers throwing carnezzieri calls. And then ... itinerant barbers card readers, cripples and beggars, monks cercantini. A succession of voices that crossed destinies. There was once a
Piazza Sant'Oronzo without the pit of the amphitheater, the oval was in another location surrounded by arcades all around, the seat had a tower with the clock. Modernity c'aveva brought electricity and a via ferrata brought people to San Cataldo, the first part of that trolley bus that is late in starting.
History builds its layers and cities have come up filling the holes in the past, recovering the stones to do it again. The former was not a problem. For a long period of time the past was not contemplated as an asset to protect. There was the passion of going forward, to grow, move forward. Then, in parallel with the emptying of el'imbarbarimento sense of value-led, philosophical, ideological, the West rediscovered the charm of the glorious deeds of the people originate. "Dea Roma Hi! Do you sparkle in front of the Sun which rises from the new history, resplendent in arms, is the last horizon Victory "sang the Fascist anthem in his way to Rome and to make" holes ". It was limited to this style of excavation Indiana Jones there would be no problem, but we all know how that turned out. Now, our deputy mayor and Councillor for Culture is preparing to launch a recovery plan that provides for the enhancement Lecce submerged traces of the city's history, present in large numbers under the soil of the capital.
Project is not new. Let us remain calm, not take us to war! The objective of Hon. Poli is to complete the project for many years pursued with determination to do even more beautiful Lecce, dense and proud of his suggestions.
We feel, however, of having to give advice in mind the infinite time it takes to shape Castromediano Piazzetta. First act of re-discovery of hidden Lecce. That this has been looked at carefully, despite the large windows 'deluded' are raised to make it seen.
pity that there is no descriptive signs of the 'wonder' below, installed at the time of excavation. That means a way to look back, to get an idea of \u200b\u200bwhat the weather has changed. A page sometimes say much more than a few stones. What convinces us of the project, more than making holes here and there, it is the intention of recovery and full development Rudiae the Park. The museum
to think there is already widespread: Lecce is the same. The problem is showing it, together, taking the open churches, courtyards open with more frequency and method. On clearing and cross the remains of the amphitheater, the theater and the Castle of Charles V. The rest could be described, narrated by 'open pages' and tales of the guides.
A city that is enough in itself, Lecce, as it is if we just noticing its quality continuously betrayed and deluded, its minimum needs for care and protection.
But that's another story!
MM
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