Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Drill Holes In Mortar Or Stone?
M.
are more than ten years that I should refuse to think of you, too much pain: your absence is a hand that shakes my throat, a dagger stuck in his chest.
Then yesterday I found myself singing silly songs to the cat, inventing words, and suddenly I felt I was you, not only a part of you, from laughter to tears in the space of a rhyme invention, the weight of your absence I was crushed.
not find the words to describe the unique and wonderful person you were, I would like to pay tribute and to create a breathtaking fresco with many colors, but I can not, I broke my heart.
I can just go ahead and try to make sense of life you gave me trying to be at least a modicum of what it was you, beautiful, sensitive, immensely strong, sweet and special mother. 
are more than ten years that I should refuse to think of you, too much pain: your absence is a hand that shakes my throat, a dagger stuck in his chest.
Then yesterday I found myself singing silly songs to the cat, inventing words, and suddenly I felt I was you, not only a part of you, from laughter to tears in the space of a rhyme invention, the weight of your absence I was crushed.
not find the words to describe the unique and wonderful person you were, I would like to pay tribute and to create a breathtaking fresco with many colors, but I can not, I broke my heart.
I can just go ahead and try to make sense of life you gave me trying to be at least a modicum of what it was you, beautiful, sensitive, immensely strong, sweet and special mother.
Monday, October 18, 2010
Saturday, October 16, 2010
Friday, October 15, 2010
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Gmpn080-4 Troubleshooting
August and September
A Fair Wind Mytilene to resume after the holidays of Piero and his friends from Lesvos, Psara, Chios and Inoussa.
We find all shiny and ready for new adventure: the rise of the Dardanelles, the Sea of \u200b\u200bMarmara, Istanbul and the Bosphorus.
Meet the crew (Andrew, Albert and Barbara) Mithimna to departure, on the northern tip of Lesvos. From there to the island of Bozcada, then the entrance to sail in the Dardanelles and the slow ascent with counter-current of the strait and along the north coast of the Sea of \u200b\u200bMarmara.
in Istanbul / Constantinople Atakoi navy landed at the airport and shortly after our arrival, we are witnessing the exhibition of aerobatic Turkish. Right over our heads and with numbers like those of our Tricolour Arrows.
few days to visit the city of many lives, stories and names: Byzantium, New Rome, Constantinople, and then, but only since 1930, Istanbul. And along the way up the Bosphorus to Black Sea littoral
The return on a journey that makes us feel our way, the Princes' Islands and then along the Asian side of the Sea of \u200b\u200bMarmara. While the first leg had to fight the current, now everything is easier and Fair Wind is pushed by the wind and sea to the Dardanelles and then return to the Aegean.
The fellow adventurers landed on the coast to Ayvalik Turkish and we continue visiting Pergamum and Ephesus, and stopping along the way in quiet bays on the coast or on islands in front. Then we return to Samos, in the charming port of Pythagoras, closing the circle that had begun at the end of May.
few more days and stop for some rest and baths Lipsi and Leros before admitting Fair Wind to the yard near the runway of Leros in the Gulf of departure,
disarmed and protected for the winter months now awaits some jobs Normal maintenance and programs of the new season. That spring of 2011.
A Fair Wind Mytilene to resume after the holidays of Piero and his friends from Lesvos, Psara, Chios and Inoussa.
We find all shiny and ready for new adventure: the rise of the Dardanelles, the Sea of \u200b\u200bMarmara, Istanbul and the Bosphorus.
Meet the crew (Andrew, Albert and Barbara) Mithimna to departure, on the northern tip of Lesvos. From there to the island of Bozcada, then the entrance to sail in the Dardanelles and the slow ascent with counter-current of the strait and along the north coast of the Sea of \u200b\u200bMarmara.
in Istanbul / Constantinople Atakoi navy landed at the airport and shortly after our arrival, we are witnessing the exhibition of aerobatic Turkish. Right over our heads and with numbers like those of our Tricolour Arrows.
few days to visit the city of many lives, stories and names: Byzantium, New Rome, Constantinople, and then, but only since 1930, Istanbul. And along the way up the Bosphorus to Black Sea littoral
The return on a journey that makes us feel our way, the Princes' Islands and then along the Asian side of the Sea of \u200b\u200bMarmara. While the first leg had to fight the current, now everything is easier and Fair Wind is pushed by the wind and sea to the Dardanelles and then return to the Aegean.
The fellow adventurers landed on the coast to Ayvalik Turkish and we continue visiting Pergamum and Ephesus, and stopping along the way in quiet bays on the coast or on islands in front. Then we return to Samos, in the charming port of Pythagoras, closing the circle that had begun at the end of May.
few more days and stop for some rest and baths Lipsi and Leros before admitting Fair Wind to the yard near the runway of Leros in the Gulf of departure,
disarmed and protected for the winter months now awaits some jobs Normal maintenance and programs of the new season. That spring of 2011.
Sunday, October 3, 2010
Dirt Bike Baby Shower Party Supplies
Pergamum, Ephesus and return to the Dodecanese
aside our fellow cruise, stopping to Ayvalik is extended to to visit Pergamum, the city that in the third and second century BC became an important commercial and artistic center, nearly a second Hellenistic Athens.
the Acropolis, overlooking the valley, are well-preserved ruins of a famous library, the theater audience with its vertiginous staircase in the valley and several temples and buildings, from where he left, with the consent of the sultan turkish 'impressive altar of Zeus with the frieze of the Gigantomachy, now preserved in the museum in Berlin that this archaeological site is named.
In the plain the ruins of a temple of Serapis, it was transformed into a basilica (one of Seven Churches of Revelation) and the large and complex system dell'Askepleion, dedicated to the god Aesculapius health.
After a few days at sea and stops in bays along the coast on the island of Lesbos and Inoussa already touched at the end of May in the journey towards the Sporades, we arrive in Kusadasi , stopover to visit the archaeological site of Ephesus.
very well preserved, in its general and its major monuments, Ephesus is one of the most starordinarie visits that can be done in Turkey and one of the most interesting sites in the Mediterranean.
important commercial center of antiquity, Ephesus is still impress the witness of the life of the period and brings to our attention el'agiatezza the luxury of those who lived in this city. The famous library, the complex of painted houses reminiscent of the far more interesting environments Pompeii, the roads paved and flanked by columns, the agora and many temples and public buildings, constitute a complete document and still very much alive, of the civilizations that are alternate.
in the area, including the shady slopes of a hill, there is also the home of Mary, where the Virgin, accompanied by St. John moved after the death of Jesus, and in the plain below the tomb and the basilica of San Giovanni.
leaving the Turkish coast Fair Wind makes a stop at Samos, where, in May, had started the season. But this year the winter moves based on the island of Leros. September is now on its last legs still offers some nice days between Pythagorean, Lipsi and Leros, the first dell'alaggio in the yard next to the runway in the Gulf of departure.
An intense and great sailing season ends with the work on the disarmament of the boat. Fair Wind now rests in the heart of the Dodecanese, in a central area with respect to Cyclades and the mainland coast of southern Turkey. But this will be for next year.
How Long Does It Take To Freee Ice Cubes
live or exist?
How many times I wanted to pull the plug on the heart, turn off your mind and simply continue to exist without life, without joy and disappointment. I am fascinated by the idea of \u200b\u200bbeing a sort of automaton, who lets it all slip on and goes on his way: no peaks, no fall. When the pain gets you deep inside, come to think that you could give even the good times so as not to prove the negative ones only want to take refuge in your glass tower, to watch the world pass in front of you, the life that touch you without touch.
It happened to me once. After yet another disappointment, I did not feel any emotion I felt frozen, protected by a shell, away from emotions. It 'was a strange sensation, disarming, almost comfortable ... After years of tears, her eyes were dry, the soul at rest, but was gone from his eyes even light, there was no trace of smiles, no hopes.
You can choose not to live, but life will still chases, sneaks into your shelter, you cling to the sleeve and pulls you out, you can not escape, no promises, indeed, betray you again and will push back into this refuge, but you can not help but believe in yourself and to abandon its vortex, because life is this: to reach very high peaks, from which the landscape is intensely beautiful and moving, and then slid down to the valley, slamming everywhere and finding himself face to the ground with his body all bruised.
You can choose to exist, of course, but life will choose for you, without choice. 
How many times I wanted to pull the plug on the heart, turn off your mind and simply continue to exist without life, without joy and disappointment. I am fascinated by the idea of \u200b\u200bbeing a sort of automaton, who lets it all slip on and goes on his way: no peaks, no fall. When the pain gets you deep inside, come to think that you could give even the good times so as not to prove the negative ones only want to take refuge in your glass tower, to watch the world pass in front of you, the life that touch you without touch.
It happened to me once. After yet another disappointment, I did not feel any emotion I felt frozen, protected by a shell, away from emotions. It 'was a strange sensation, disarming, almost comfortable ... After years of tears, her eyes were dry, the soul at rest, but was gone from his eyes even light, there was no trace of smiles, no hopes.
You can choose not to live, but life will still chases, sneaks into your shelter, you cling to the sleeve and pulls you out, you can not escape, no promises, indeed, betray you again and will push back into this refuge, but you can not help but believe in yourself and to abandon its vortex, because life is this: to reach very high peaks, from which the landscape is intensely beautiful and moving, and then slid down to the valley, slamming everywhere and finding himself face to the ground with his body all bruised.
You can choose to exist, of course, but life will choose for you, without choice.
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