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said in an interview with Gianni Mina, the ring that will challenge none other than the placid and peaceful engineer Nicola Vaccarezza. 
TIPI DA BLOGSFERA
Uomo cavallo, ultimo «grido» sulla rete
Scoperto da Street View sta facendo il giro del mondo.
Avvistato in Scozia, a Marbella, in Germania e Norvegia
MILANO - Certo per qualcuno may be a pale reminiscence of the famous The Elephant Man by David Lynch, but this character is not half man, half animal. Nevertheless, the picture of a boy captured with a unique mask horse head in the side of a street in Aberdeen, Scotland, is the last absurd sense of the Net is doing around the world thanks to Street View , the popular digital system that shows Google Earth satellite maps on the streets at eye level. And Twitter, yet again. The shot, taken by the major information portals English, does discuss the blogosphere. That is put on the trail of the mysterious masked character. 
L'uomo cavallo
prying eyes - the prying eyes of Street View captures everything. There are now hundreds of curious and strange images taken from the service with pitiless objectivity and libraries on the internet by fans. There are those who take the time to inspect each pixel to find some freak captured by the Street Car. The latest bizarre digital instant in time has been unearthed in Scotland. From one Russell Moffatt, who has shared with its more than 460 followers on Twitter. Then it took him just to end up on the news portals. From the start it was renamed "Horse-Boy ', the' man horse." It is a slightly portly gentleman (but could also be a woman) in blacks pants, purple shirt who sits there on the edge of a nondescript street in Scotland, with an unusual horse mask on his head.
OF PRIVACY - For now it is not clear if it is only a joke or a silent protest against the service of digital mapping of the search engine. In recent weeks, Street View has been in the news because it accused of invasion of privacy in various countries for collecting information on Wi-Fi networks along the route by vehicles photographed in the streets. Nothing even know the identity of the masked character. Although many in the blogosphere say they know who he is.
IDENTITY CONTAGIOUS - It seems in fact to "Horse-Boy" likes to travel would have been noticed also in Norway, Germany and Cardiff. A festival of music, on holiday in Marbella, shopping in a store, on the sidelines of a football game. More likely, however, I have found quite a number of imitators. In the meantime, however, on various blogs and forums discussing who really is Horse-boy, the "original". "Who is this guy?"; "What is your story?". Broadcasters, newspapers and websites, such as the BBC give some prominence to the news and ask the mysterious man to come forward. Phoning or sending an email. "Why was a Star of the Web ", say. More likely, however, is just one of many meteors.
Elmar Burchia
Se Renzo fissa l’albero è perché sa qualcosa che altri nel suo paese non sanno.
Ma oggi Renzo è stanco. Ed è stanco di fissare quell'albero ormai da più di quarant’anni. Perché Renzo ha un segreto. Qualcosa di non detto come quelle parole che ti ritornano in mente sempre un seconds after they have been forgotten.
Renzo is a normal man. A life lived in the moral rectitude: a secure job, a wife, two children, a house purchased with a mortgage to pay over a year ago.
Yet there's that worm. That remorse like a pincer squeezes your heart.
Renzo is sitting and watching the tree. And today decided to close the subject. Why Renzo, always him, you remember that day when he killed his father. And you do not know! Renzo Why is a man of moral and respected. One of fatigue and family. As a church, moreover, it is true that every Sunday is the row for communion!
But Renzo killed his father. E Renzo knows. And he killed him because the money were not enough. It killed him to pay a weekly or so.
But Renzo, clean face and look like a good boy at the time was already sympathetic to the priest, the mayor and women of the country.
So, when everybody called him crying because his father had committed suicide with a pistol, no one had thought to look good. And no one had seen the bullet first hit with two shots, which was stuck in the bark of the great oak in front of his home.
Renzo But if the tree is down because he knows something others do not. And it is a regret that grips the heart. Stifling the chest. That penetrates the brain. And today decided not to think anymore. To close the accounts.
And we had already tried to cut the oak. But the bark is too hard. And we had already tried to poison her. But the oak is too strong. It had tried in every way. Even with the salt. But that oak knows more of the devil. So Renzo decided to blow it up with some explosives to remove them.
To erase the pain.
E così Renzo è lì che li osserva gli operai che lavorano. Una corona di spine intorno alla quercia. Spine ed esplosivo.
Il sole è alto sulla testa. Finalmente è tutto pronto.
Un sospiro. Il cuore che batte all'impazzata.
Poi l'esplosione.
La quercia che cade è un rumore sordo di radici che vorrebbero trattenere la vita.
Ma Renzo d'un tratto sente il centro della fronte bruciare. Un dolore come una fitta. Le palpebre pesano. Il cuore si ferma.
Renzo guardava l’albero perché sapeva qualcosa che altri non sanno. E che non sapranno mai.
Ora Renzo è allungato a terra con un proiettile infilato nel cranio.
Un proiettile lento. Paziente ma preciso.
Dear Agnes
I regret having to disturb again, but I think it is rather important and I would like you to tell me clear guidance on this issue. My confidence in lupulin falters ...
Even before it became the EC Regulation (n.1804/1999), we implement the principle that "In organic food must be designed to ensure quality production rather than to maximizing production "(MD August 4, 2000). I must not tell you, of course, we do it everywhere on the farm and our pigs are no exception. We talked about the first time 23 years ago at the founding meeting, remember? "Even with the pigs, we do, pig world," said Hector factor, raising his proverbial cup of Gutturnio. Since we breed them
(February 2001), our pigs are taken out to pasture in oak wood during the long summer months and the first winter. Brady, they feed a lot of acorns that (fortunately for us) more abundant fruit nell'appezzamento the hill to the south-west. It is a joy for me to see them scratching! I go there often, in season, so I order to accompany porcari Elio and graduates who look after them and make sure everything goes according to natural rhythms.
During more harsh winter, when pasture is impractical, we will take the piglets in the barn to feed them and offer them peas, lupins and potatoes (all bio, ca va sans dire). I know that we do not 'peas it' lupins here, but the pigs really like and so 'we take them from the nearby organic farm lupulin. Are not more of 35km from here, Agnes, I know you do not like to go away. But for a few months a year you can do, right?
Well, I mean, coming to the point. A few days ago is repeated a fact already happened last summer, but with new implications. Elio and Laura (the porcari) they heard a violent grunt in the barn "yellow" and then an eerie silence. Once entered, they saw all 27 of the piglets Yellow speechless, petrified. Becket `tails upward, pointing in a threatening
apparent red coin rubber that was standing between the` mixture of peas, lupins and potatoes.
helium is immediately apologized for the incident with the pigs and sent to the finding lupulin for questioning. For the second time, it is said with reasonable certainty to be "red rubber gasket lost by harvesting machine for peas (similar in type to http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wU9tMGgs4bI but the other seller). The machine has been rented by the company Trattorelli". Luppolina ha precisato che, nonostante questa fosse l'unica guarnizione persa dalla Trattorelli, la fornitura di piselli era sospesa.
Senonche' ieri l'altro arrivano centinaia di lettere all'attenzione diretta di ciascun maialino nella quale Luppolina informa e chiede. Informa del fatto che, nonostante i "Gialli" abbiano protestato circa la presenza di piselli, tale alimento e` tra i favoriti per i maialini (gradimento al 98.63265%). Fa inoltre notare che si sono trovate solo due guarnizioni in mezzo agli oltre 17 milioni di piselli scodellati. Nonostante un qualunque maiale avrebbe digerito in un battibaleno la guarnizione e senza alcuna conseguenza sanitation, lupulin estimated that the risk of finding that piece of rubber on your plate rather than 'anywhere else on the globe is much smaller than the probability of making the old Totip 14 +. In the bottom of the letter are set up two large circles. You will be asked to piglets of pucca snouts in the portion of lupins and potatoes and stamped with the nose preferred option: "I want peas with seal" or "I do not want peas with
seal.
reactions were more diverse. Some thought it was a test to see if, in addition to the organic origin 'of the product, the questioning had pig also a taste for the presentation of the dish and then he wanted to somehow "garnish." They have obviously responded "I" to the test. Others have responded that no, they do not want the seal and then rather nothing peas. Many, many pigs' but, my dear Agnes, refused to participate in the test. They did not want to stamp snouts in no where. "Like why '?" Said one of the ones I personally asked "If lupulin a seal may pass without consequences sanitation from my gut, I wonder what I should be afraid to be found in lupins or the potatoes before you switch suppliers. "
Son have not slept for three nights thinking about it. How about it, Agnes? Ever yours
Angelo
Prese il silenzio degli ultimi giorni mettendo in ordine le vocali degli istanti davanti la soglia dei suoi quarantasette anni.
Eppure già troppi.
Si accostò al letto, ultima meta di una vita percorsa mordendo la strada.
Tolse le scarpe. Prese il rosario. Le mani sul petto. Chiuse gli occhi cercando silenzio.
Chiese al tempo di non invecchiarla troppo. Al vento di non sgualcirle le vesti. Al fuoco di non arderle il cuore. Alla morte di non farle del male.
Intorno a lei tutto in ordine. Aveva scelto il vestito. Il colore.
"Il nero no, il marrone nemmeno, facciamo il blu, blu come la notte", aveva detto a un paio d’occhi tristi. E ora c’era solo da attendere e ripensare alla vita passata.
I soldi, quei pochi da parte per il suo funerale.
"A nessuno i miei figli dovranno chiedere", aveva detto due giorni dopo aver scoperto la malattia.
gasps stumbled in the teeth. Words fell beyond the mouth. Our Father. Hail Mary. And his eyes closed. And the faces already seen.
A voice called her by name. A stroke took her hand. Spirit was already longing for the body. Melancholy of the past.
E 'normal thought is normal.
I gotta go, she seemed to say, but the mouth did not produce any sound tight. It closed on April 30 of heart early in the morning ...
"Hello" said the next day sitting on a chair white with his legs dangling on the ground that did not arrive.
The pink dress. The shoulder-length braids.
And he took the tea cup in green ceramic stroking a smile to his father. He did the same with his mother busy counting the dreams in his eyes.
jumped up playing the last sip.
a glance. The kitchen, the walls, the smell of laundry just lying. The dust on the "scale" of a piano sitting in the front seemed to see a little girl. A narrow room in which a voice heavy. Twitched, then the heart beat normally again.
He made a couple of steps.
"It seems to me that they have done," he thought silently.
"It 's late," his mother yelled from the other room.
"Arrival" he said taking a heavy backpack just before the steps to move toward the first day of school ...
The green lights of the sign of the local light blows of the marble porticoes of Via Saffi just outside of Bologna. Recall color in the beam that is reflected in mid-air dance on the tips of my boots polished. The Butterfly opens to me. Polished floor, faux crystal tables, chairs, white and blue lights dim counter. Beads, like stars, on hand-blown glass bottles arranged in order. A man in his thirties with glasses shake the grease in your hair. I look at him, smiles at me, Bloody Mary serves in a tulip glass with a blonde-haired sweaty which recently ceased to sway the giant white cube in the center of the room where two hours long legs knotted around a hard iron surrounded by support erections.
later in the process. Dirty. I hear the sound of prisoners of fleeting embraces other dimensions. Sighs, words, sounds of bodies colliding, producing warm - good for their owners - please.
Everyone here leave a mark of their passage. Men and women who come to get rid of waste in mass production. The water is a dish in which everyone takes something and leaves. The surrounding air is a container where particles are lost remain trapped in the atmosphere.
The mirror now reflects my eyes focused on shaded areas of breaths that have tarnished the surface. The acrid smell of ammonia. Urine.
The restaurant is closing, leaving also I am about leaving something. I, the last, the 'winner takes all of these lives caged in a toilet.
Muse - Starlight
