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A midsummer night ...

Happiness is a state of mind?

Yes, I am convinced. And I also believe it takes little to get there for a little time.

are just after ten o'clock, I am on my balcony with my notebook and preferred a glass of red wine firm, on the left.

The air is fresh: there are thunderstorms in the air, the crickets sing, and neighbors of the building in front of almost all the lights in their apartment on, but do not break the boxes. Every time a car passes, but not at the usual breakneck speed. It almost seems like the atmosphere of silence that has in urban areas when they play Italy. But tonight I do not think there are particular parts. My tip-tap on the keyboard is almost impolite, off-time-too busy to fit in the symphony's slow this evening mid-summer.

Tonight I had an excellent dinner with Ilaria-optimal in the sense of relaxed and communication, as well as food-nice today on the new job I've moved the fine grains in a large food company in the city, and tomorrow I will face it as: the campaign season begins next Monday in tomatoes, and the computer system MUST work . My first novel continues to sell, not even us the great publicity, and while I had an idea for another novel (as well as that of the previous post). I want the days of forty-eight hours. I am calm, and not enough wine in the glass which is to create that feeling. I think just being in the middle of those cycles of biorhythms in positive phase. Nothing has changed from last week, yet I see all positive. Improved, for sure, but positive. I am in touch with people instead, which is in the midst of existential crisis and / or terrible job, and definitely, it would be really nice to store the positivity of a person, and being able to give to another. Another approach that verbal caught ste 'two Duracell of positivity!

I have not prayed. I do not follow any philosophy Eastern time. I have not imposed anything. I do not make serotonin. Yet I'm here I find it hard not to smile when I see the horizon of the show flashes of a thunderstorm that night is approaching. I scan with the naive curiosity that is seen from the windows of my neighbors speak? Watch TV? Prepare to go to bed? Will be in a state of pseudo-happiness like me, or have turned to throttle the Maronites?

Nothing has changed, and I'm happy, motivated and creative. I think I understand what he meant when he said that Miro had to retire in the country for months in order to create peace.

What can I say?

still write one page of the novel and then I go to bed. In the hope that tomorrow will be blessed by this state of mind.

I raise my glass to you readers of this blog, and I dedicate the last sip of wine. I repeat: it takes just to feel caressed by calm, just be at peace with themselves, moderately honest with others and do not be obstinate with life. Let flowing thoughts, emotions, energy (if you believe in bio-energy fields). Azz in a while ... 'I'm going to write a New Age handbook also I ...:-D

But even forget about who is currently worse than me, and in my words, sometimes, finds comfort:
CLAUDIA never let go. NEVER.
Stay calm: Tomorrow is a day to be built.
Goodnight.

Bow And Arrow Balloon Game Old Game

Here we go again ...

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spark between two neurons, and in spite of all (I had made several promises) are in writing a new novel.

Novel ... Raccontone long.
I had proposed to not end up in the trap of writing until I had something close to the Publishing House with the right decision, but communicate with their leaders in the summer, it is very difficult. Three months holiday a year, but the Italian crisis of the holidays ...

So, like a half a bet with Paerson, I went in to write a romantic comedy.

Yes, you read that right.

graphomaniac I think that the last stage, like myself, must be flexible. Must be able to write a bit 'of everything, with its own distinctive imprint obvious ... But I never frowned upon those writers (universally known), unable to write anything other than what they do. Sure, sometimes have contractual links with the heaviest publishing house, which says: OK, you sell XYZ writing. Do not even try to write about a disgraced YXZ. At a time when XYZ has filled the boxes to the readers, and do not sell, maybe we will consider the idea of \u200b\u200byou writing about YXZ. In the limit under a pseudonym.

So, inspired "by a true story," these days I'm breaking down, in my spare time, the early chapters of this story.

my "beta testers" will be exclusively women.

more accurate and reliable than any male player (the latter generally gets too carried away by the story, do not analyze well the content).

For the first ten pages of writing, I would say that I have gathered acclaim, and should not be bad for the first time that I attempt in this genre.

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Special features: it will be short, a reading of "brain off" and try to give a glimpse of a young society today.

Yes, of course: just like all the books that now populate the shelves of libraries. There's a reason

whether certain types of literature is successful.

They are all stories with the same matrix, let us case.

The young man, his group, society, how do you feel judged, how does the reality that surrounds him.

his loves, his misfortunes his hopes ...

There can think of titles, right?

too successful. Also turned into films.

leaving every day, even at this moment you are reading these lines.

yet have a market.

Why?

Because each author is a universe unto itself. A random

different cultural, regional, personal ...

So mincer approval immense narrative, here we have many examples of the assessment.

too try.

We will see that we will come out. But I must confess something: I'm Feeling Lucky. ;-)

Wendy Calio Interview

's so.

A classic.
Two post in one go after nearly a month of silence. Tomorrow
great work carried out on the first day with a new job that will keep me very busy during the day and take me for a stroll around the north of Italy, following the cries of pain generated by Server made by Bill Gates.

We'll see.

Excited? sure. Are you happy? Yes Are you happy? NO.

... And all because I Shipping my laptop an hour ago.
Sometimes release a network cable from a desk, it means much more than momentarily lose the connection to the Internet ...

What You Need To Look For In A Mole

... For five minutes

Finally!

As I was not so long!

A reunion with friends who do not attend for years, a hike of more than a day in one of the most beautiful and isolated natural areas of Italy, and all that row (almost) smooth!

not ever hide my preference for the trek, but like many lovers of this activity, or the outdoors in general, the daily grind only minimally, the outputs of several days.

In this case, the "mists of time," a dear friend, called for respect for privacy "Philip" ;-) I contact to make this idea:

"Hey, why not We do a nice backpack from point X to point Y? Three days ago, and everything. "

point X and point Y is connected to the road for a short path of CAI called 00: that is, a path that winds along the crest of the Tuscan-Emilian Apennines. You can admire this majestic mountain group, from the A12 when you are on the line between Massa and Viareggio.

hiking in the summer, with temperatures that are now bundling with backpack for the night, standing on a ridge just means, as they say in the "lick the sun." On the ridges there are no gray areas. It is high water consumption by force of circumstances. The first objection that I raised was, "how much stuff we can is inside the backpack, over the water?".

But Philip is not a person to lose heart. I've always admired people optimistic: they often take that place, but always with a smile, or playing down ... how I envy them!

"Frank, do not worry, 5 liters of water and we manage." I already see strabuzzanti eyes of those who have already done some things to read these lines. ;-)

Unfortunately (or fortunately) for employment purposes can be the group for three days (Friday, Saturday and Sunday), so I agreed to put a rendez -vous.

The group, I almost forgot ... In addition to the Phil, we have his other two friends: The Coconut and Peo. For friends who read this blog and who live below Bologna and beyond: some nicknames are very common in Emilia, and their etymology is intricate to explain to people not of the place. Basically this is the last name storpiazioni with particular phonetic rules.

The Coconut is a 29 year-old Norwegian from somatic to doc, while the Peo is a 23 year old on his first "serious". Philip and I'd be the "older" group, as we age.

There are places where agreed by telephone the morning of the second day of travel I meet them: a little 'less than half way. GSM coverage area is not guaranteed, then failing to call security to be able to make you agree that first come to expect more. E 'on Wednesday.

On Friday, after a busy day at work, my phone rings at 18:30. E 'Philip has found an area covered by the signal.

"Frank ... hello. Here is beautiful. Wonderful day, a magnificent sun, good visibility. We are all well and ... we finished the water. " Five liters a day in those conditions, are more plausible than five liters for three days ... So the rendez-vous change the next morning, and they go down to the water in a shelter equipped. Better for me, shortens the walk to reach them.

The backpack had already prepared and weighed by two days (which may include delusions only those who make a certain type of trekking). The weight that I reached destroys the golden rule "of the third." In general it is said that a person who has an active sporting life, but without special training for the mountains (which is a science in itself), should not carry a backpack that exceeds by 1 / 3 his body weight. The risk of a fatigue.

"But what do you want to be in practice less than two days ..." A phrase that I paid dearly ...

arrived Saturday morning, and beautiful load (in all senses) delivery to reach the group. Figures to avoid the cabbage with water ballast me with eight liters of water. Forty-five minutes waiting for me with a path difference of even two hundred meters to go. After the first twenty minutes of running the rule of 1 / 3 materializes and drums on my shoulder and watch a chronometer is just waiting to explode. Arrive at the meeting place and meeting the guys, the fact that you have just eaten and drunk, or to pure male pride, are as fresh as roses. Go! He starts to reach the ridge. Once at altitude, fairly well, the geometric structure of my backpack when an idiot makes me understand is who designed it and I choose it to this specific activity.

my backpack, a note of well known by American Special Forces operators to Western, is a jewelry designer. Three compartments that open inside compartments offering sub-pre-shaped to radio, tactical flashlights, pens, nets internal zippered door for small objects, internal straps to compress any clothing, and missed three-liter bladder with hose mouth on the shoulder, which is the trademark of this backpack. Basically there is inside a ca $ $ 0. The internal dividers are a burden to place in objects that do not have a standard and morphologies military. In addition, a great defect, backpack expands in depth, and not vertically, away from the center of gravity of the backpack of the person wearing it. If we add the fact that I applied externally to the pack of water bottles for water, as in the rooms there were, I had created an efficient technology and expensive hair-shirt for my back during the walk. up to the previous output had been using a green backpack with satisfaction ALICE American Vietnam era, which is essentially a big bag, with lots of bags and sewn over an aluminum frame external drive. € 90.00 and take you behind the house, like you want, and without menate compartments. No! I wanted to be cool. I wanted to test this zainone black (bleaahhh olive green ...) I had come from America almost a year before, and had never seen more than four hours of walking ... Philip and Alice had the Peo ...

Needless to tell you the rest of the excursion, absolutely I would do that (with another pack). Yes, I struggled a lot, I paid full strength on my legs and the weight of the backpack, but I got there at the bottom. And, swearing in part, dull pain in the muscles, sores on the feet flat, endless thirst, mosquitoes damned ... When you "wake up" at dawn and leaving a tent wet from the dampness of the night, in the middle of "nowhere" of an unnamed valley just below the ridge ... It all paid off. Rocks, bushes flattened by the wind, a perfect blue sky, silence and the sun rising from a carpet of soft clouds that hide valley. Where maybe you could see roads, tiny homes. But no. You are hiding the signs of man, and you realize that you're in a place that has remained intact for several centuries. You can be at any time, and you're there. The tip of the mountain that is colored in orange as the sun continues to rise and you're in the shadow cool but not cold, in the valley. Can you to appreciate all this, even if you have not slept all night due tent that connects to a Russian M1 A2 Abrams. Can you appreciate that even if Philip greetings with an oath in the morning. These are memories that surface when you're home. What you invest your mind while you describe them for others, for example. As I am doing now. And then you forget that at six in the morning, in the valley, the mosquitoes will have to jump on bucarti clothes, you have to do a dry breakfast on the fly, and you need to return backpacker, and you know what I'll get you hallucinatory pain throughout the body. But you do.

And he always thinks of when it will next time.

Why I want to be selfish: I want to enjoy in this holy solitude mental landscape with clouds in the valley.

I want to be just me, and think of me away from it all.

for five minutes.

The Coconut and Peo. The Peo has this sense of uniform Vintage. A nice U.S. Army uniform extinct since the late 60's ...

This picture does not do justice to the dramatic backpack I had on his shoulders ...

Philip. The dots are the mosquitoes at high altitudes. Global warming also brings these things. Or so says Al Gore ...
do not know .. sometimes people in the picture comes out really bad ...

A beaten path ... as no ...


The Coconut ride! Rare ... Perhaps because they are six in the amttino and must be called into gear?

Yes, it is worth it ... And Qusta photos (like all the landscape shots) makes absolutely no idea ...