dear youngster, this story is for you, now you can download any song from tablature ultimate guitar after essertela played in django. is for you, now you can even control them live in the rehearsal room if you have an ipod or un'ipad. earlier (much earlier, but not much), a time when the Internet had not yet arrived in ns. Serene homes, unable to find the chords of a song was a firm hard for a budding guitarist. ear was difficult, knowing four notes on the cross, and it is for this reason that flourished in those days the amount of songbooks (scout songs by Elvis). scores were in short supply: I did them to me by a friend print merciful for example, or to ask my teacher to provide. in one of these days, small children, he sold me, a little randomly, an object that is totally outdated today: a book of sheet music topic, that is based on a single disc, and that record was "Be Here Now" , Oasis .
do not know, actually, because I gave him those thirty thousand pounds. Oasis to me, let's say, I never liked them so much, but they had that shot definitely rock, you know, it was a bit like a book icon, I had no idea what was really in there were a brand, a 'label, a symbol. an access road. and, although this will seem irrational, I did not have the disc. Yeah, OK, stand by me humming and I had an idea, vague, the individual that I had heard on MTV ( D'you know what I mean , and the other I think it was Around the world). in addition, I did not even read music.
despite what that book everything I played, in full, and the fascinating thing - at least in my view - was that (obviously) had nothing to do with the original disc, I am the original disc until a few days ago I never heard, was one of my free interpretation of a series of words (with their own logic metric), time (four quarters, mostly) and a series of agreements. was something totally different, the substance revealed that only a few points of contact with the original.
for unavoidable reasons, I found myself, as I said just now, listening Be Here Now by Oasis. At a distance of some twelve years (I think) I had to be rethought how , for me, those songs, and compare them with real . and I got this idea: Do not ever listen to this disc, take up that book of sheet music and repeat the experiment, recording an album-my shadow, all things considered, the idea is intriguing, an album that is original in its own way like someone playing with a tool trying to figure out how it sounds, despite a genuine album in fact be composed of cover alone, it is certainly a job a little longer, I would say overall, but it tickles me to think about what might come out, and then I have already pocketed the title
the present state of things there are two small truths that I think I understand. it is likely that Berlusconi can no longer hold together a country that is taking on water. the story of the Dutch boy with his finger in the dam breach, this time, is unlikely to be enough (of course, could point to an election campaign of his, and then coat). but will launch this anathema, and remember this: if the left able to take advantage, and will not be able to raise the situation (which, from my point of view, it is almost certain) or to demonstrate a capacity to govern (in fact we have become accustomed to twenty years), then agree to close the offices of party, send home all we say and take a vacation of thirty years: Will the minimum wage for the time required to create credible opposition in this country.
"what is certain is that we live postponing everything that can be postponed, perhaps we all know deep down that we are immortal and that sooner or later, every man will do everything and know everything." (JL Borges, Ficciones ).
and why not? I was the day dedicated to Dylan Dog in Milan a fight with a couple of people (I find it particularly well). The affectionately Yours is an acolyte of this comic, so I must tell you, that I could not wait to beat a portrait of him in this poor area that is my blog. Arguing with a couple of people. It will be understood by my most recent work, so his nose, which I intend to take proudly distances from a certain type (actually the majority) of the left and plaintive filoRepubblichina. In this set is included, of course, that portion of the population, especially artistic taste that is particular to complain of the cuts to cultural production, theaters, cinemas (and school). E 'I strongly believe that yes, the cuts are not helpful, but their impact is very marginal in the current crisis popularly understood art (cinema and music in the first place). E 'a crisis that is really motivated, I mean see it, by a change of form - and not its content. To hurry up, is not "Christmas in South Africa" \u200b\u200bthat kills the Italian cinema. It 's the fact that people do not go to the movies more, and kill the cinema. And do not even have a point, if you ask me. The shape-cinema is dead, just like -form concert. As we are celebrating the funeral and we continue to mourn their death because no one has yet had the genius to think of something different.
Samson dies with all the Philistines. During the day dedicated to Dylan Dog, and, by extension, culture Horror, I was lucky enough to quarrel with a group of filmmakers-directors-actors of a film entitled "undead man", a fresh production. Their presentation was a triumph of paternalism against Italian cinema, against the fact that "the worst of us, only Uganda," against the government money, against manufacturers who do not know a good movie from a bad, in fact a We felt oration in defense of Noble Knights of Culture (there was to doubt it?). Artists do not eat more with their art. Watch them as they cry: children who appear to have stolen the candy, the same candy that up to ten years ago had come to decay to their older brothers. The musicians do not sell more records, and then there they were on the barricades: unfold their white flag, that of culture, the intellectual aristocracy. They try in every way to populate a corpse, the corpse is that of the old society, the society of copyright and production companies. All in! There is still room! I want a piece too! Pustules and pus eating for years, provided that this means a good piece of meat, not even the last one! Now I will tell you two things: the first - is not written anywhere that the artist must earn through his work . And in fact for centuries has never been so. Cream of artists, from Dante to Van Gogh, you are doing arrabattati what happened (such as diplomatic, boo), or are, more prosaically, starved to death. And yet, were able to reach the heights that we today, well, better let me lose. Pay handsomely for a musician (or director) is a phenomenon of the twentieth century, and look where it led. Pretty crap, eh? the second - see that art is not in crisis. Give an alarm. Please let us stop with this lengthy commentary on the fact that for thirty years does not look and do not listen to anything decent. Old stoned that you are not another, if only you'd didst glasses all the capacity to recognize the fact that even in the last ten years have been published excellent discs (and is also excellent for this film). And not only will realize also that very often public ocean gathered around strangers who were completely outside the system of majors or majors. Long live! who is capable, who has the numbers, it appears anyway. And indeed, it is much easier today than in the nineties, so to speak. If you fail, you time to realize that maybe it's because you are not up to it. There is a crisis. Oh, poor things. During the crisis of the twenty-nine, in America, an entire generation of jazz musicians was wiped out and forced to leave the trumpet, and return to work as before: Who carpenter, who peasant, and so on. The only people who were working among blacks and whites one of the few who continued to have some engagement was a Duke Ellington. Yet today we still remember the names of those jazz musicians who had to return to the plow, their standards were recovered and rebuilt by generations of musicians, did the story anyway, and you know why?
WHY 'were good.
Here it is, the forbidden word. They were good. Gentlemen, directors, musicians, lords, I solemnly say right now that I'm not going to give you a penny of my money (or in parallel to those of the community, who are also mine) to pay for mediocre work and a cultural system to drug made up of people who are there to jerk off their talents at the expense of mother Italy. If your art is good, people will come to listen (or watch). I think Italians are now only capable of stoned with cinepanettoni is false, and is a clear sign of bad faith on your part. The Italians still know what a good movie, and the most pleasant thing is that it will continue to have. To think otherwise is comfortable, and it is amazing weapon that allows you to defend your worst fault or
narcissism.
un'attricetta I saw poor, unknown, with me on the arrogance of those who believe to be a great misunderstood, as if pointing with outstretched finger, ready to scream (in fact it was so) its anathemas " here! is how we want, "as if I were some kind of monster out of the larva of purulent Mediaset, and I cibassi of" Men and Women "and" Big Brothers. " So how? And above all, who is that it would take so ? The Berlusca? The Government? The Pope? The Masons International? The Black Panthers? The Fascists? But it's convenient, you know: it is convenient to go on stage and say, I am superior, I bring my art to those few who want to listen, I'm a crusader knight with the shield, the Knight of the camera (or guitar). It 'easy and I'd tend to agree, if this does not marry, and it's always like that, out of anxiety evangelical rule and an enormous ego. It was comfortable just as it would have been easy for me to reply, saying, young lady, she is an actress, her acting style is worth, like the script, and do not watch the film even if its free. But I did not do, because yes, I am a person hopelessly polite and some scenes I leave to others. Preferably ones that show me as an enemy of the people, who manages them particularly well.
Just to be clear, these Janissary culture are well represented in the algorithm as follows: I am defending my culture with concerts (or my film), but I never go to see those of others.
Chapeau, really.
much better, much worse.
So I ask you this, my beloved. Are you really sure that the fault of the black man who stands at the head all or some insensitive producer who does not understand the amount your work? Because I have two concerns: first, of course, that you are not up to it. The second, however, and this is where I want to make is that you're banging your head against an old injury: This injury is called hard (and concert), for musicians, this bias is called for film directors and actors . You have the ability to think differently: do it. Now, immediately. Now. I unfortunately do not have the technical knowledge to create something innovative, but it seems to me that already have taken this perspective is a big step forward compared to those still trying to foist a demo to five euro. The truth is that Italy is suffering from a genetic inability to seize opportunities when they arise. Just to say, now the Americans have produced a disgusting film on Dylan Dog. Yesterday they were all there to much-maligned, to criticize, to complain. There may be. But, for example. Assume that. Just to say, no one has thought that with this film the American public might be interested in reading the adventures of paper tenant Craven Road? Just to say, Bonelli has come up with an agreement with, as I know, Marvel to translate the series Dylan Dog in the U.S.? I do not know anything, but I bet nobody has thought. Italy is an audience sitting whistling ideals betrayed. When maybe, sometimes, the only way to build new ones is to make tabula rasa. slap-a tabula rasa, yes sir.
A common question that you make all those who are or have been passionate about blogging, as I am, is: why are fewer and fewer people who care for a blog?
Until two or three years ago, having a blog was something very common, and it was an activity that promises to expand even more, so that the government was planning to limit, or at least to tax, the 'use.
Then the phenomenon took off and now we are few cats, why?
no getting around it, the phenomenon is going to wane in parallel with the rise of another phenomenon, Facebook, and then the reason should be sought in this social network.
This, in effect, is surely the primary reason, but there is also another reason, always a reason related to Facebook, but more subtle.
If we think about it, Facebook is the consequence but not the cause, I'll explain:
On the popular social network anyone can write without much effort and succeed in 'primary intent of the communication, reflect each other's thoughts.
On the blog, instead, to reflect your thoughts or your mood, you MUST be able to write, you should use more carefully the words you use and how to use them.
on Facebook do not need this, can also be illiterate and still you can make yourself understood.
on Facebook may seem like an ordinary man a Dante Alighieri, blog no.
Taking into account that nowadays most people can not write, so here is revealed the reason for the success of Facebook, to the detriment of the Blog.
All this is good or bad? Everyone is free to make their own ideas, I happen to have this post.
now "La Repubblica" borders on the ridiculous. it tells one that has always put the cross on the left as he could. please, let's make ourselves a protest with Fotini, postiamola in facebook, let's change our image with that of the Montessori profile (I'm sure someone has already done so). collect calls and do a demonstration. and let's make another after a week. There are between six days (it should be?) those famous "general states" of women. let's see who remembers.
(I dreamed that I dreamed and that dream slept dreaming of losing essence )
remember when I wrap the moss hands when the night comes up through cracks in the sheets
live me-not hard- things around in circles in the air of your laughter and the sting of every tear Hold me in the eye as a small sliver of light and do not let that get lost in the attic of the passion you
call-a-soul voice calls anywhere paid in full every desire of the cedars in bacon morning in memory of the cats on the side of the vessel calls this meat calls all the good that you want
remember when the bloom clive and will not stop raining more
consider it a break in the normal programming of this blog. I do not watch much television but today I have become involved with a program where they talked, and I knew nothing and you are almost sure of a welcome surprise, a disc released in the early eighties by Alessandra un'imberbe Mussolini (then not yet entered into politics). the disk in question is called "Love" and is now a rarity (it is already a miracle to have found these videos in youtube that I propose below, buy it or download it to even think about it). was released in Japan only a few tracks and we hear this promising young Italian music to grips with the language of Japan. we can only be satisfied at the moment to hear what this pearl is left in the network. among other things, the cost of being accused of incompetence, I will tell you that I think is not even of all garbage, and that some things may indeed even be interesting (it's the pop italonipponico, beauty).
need to know that I had some desire to do something different . you should know that the first time I heard "I do not know you" of 'Ciusa' I was struck. must know that the Ciusa were a bunch of young punk who was playing in my cousin. you should know that unfortunately you will not find original recordings of the song. need to know, however, that the effect of hearing a child screaming at the microphone obsessively the phrase "I do not know you, go to work" here in the province of Treviso, produced an extraordinary effect. [You know, I say to non venetofoni that the phrase in question is the answer to an adult regularly bangs in the face of a Bocia when disputes when you do not want to get out of bed when you do not want to cut your hair, in short, is a kind of castration minutes total, one hundred percent, without appeal or acquittal]. you should know that affect covers of songs your friends is very rewarding, we must do it more often. you need to know that punk is not dead. and I, except for a cold, I can not complain.
recently I are very tired, I'm talking mainly about music. There was a time, in its way crazy, glorious in its own way - we had our little myths, our epic , our tragedies and our victories every day - in which he looked with affection to this land. I speak mainly about music. [Superabundance of disadvantaged due to lack of alternative, in the only headquarters of the Piave there will be something like fifty bands. the number, I tell you, is an estimate, but probably is rounded down]. There was a time, and I have lived, and there was well, they look to certain groups of musical experiences as a practical, intensive, significant. my little punk heroes, the Anty- Pasty. progressive rock, but coverizzato purely instrumental, the Collage . the flashes of genius from a band unfortunately suspended between two different souls, metal and poetry, and eventually died of this: the Libra the brilliant Bruno Gasparetto, one of the most honest people I ever met. in other lands, other lands, the Brucalifs more of their music and their approach: the pleasure of making music as well, breaking the sound on the guitar, thinking or are you yourself or you are nothing. There was a time, and I loved, with my music and I seemed to be a part (sometimes, when it was good, especially when I was drunk or I had a great gig). I mean that in bygone days looking at these groups as to the real artists, complete, only less fortunate: too bad if the rest of the world they would be ignored: it was great art. we knew it. I say this without fear of being ashamed, there was a time when rock 'n' roll was the center of life for many people. I told center. maybe I was a dreamer, perhaps I could simply excited about certain things that now I do not say anything. play between the tavern and bar on the tone (not her real name) I do not care anymore. I horror of a small company that is becoming mature and want nothing to do with a little world where musicians, to have put a bit of success with some agency succhiasoldi must translate the name in English. I do not want to have more to do with swindling various contests, prizes, more or less makeshift stage, musicians who do not make you feel their songs until they are registered at SIAE, local treat you like shit. must look in the mirror at some point, and understand this: we had the opportunity to do something different. and there we had all this time. was there. just choose to do only one more step when the time was right. we sent fuck off, more or less everyone.
February 1, at 15. Like any self-respecting identity Golose tale ends with a happy ending. Dossier Desserts, made in collaboration with Valrhona this year addressed the issue of 'sharing', divided by four outstanding performers: Corrado Assenza, Gianluca Drum , Thierry Bridon and Camille Lesecq . Introduce this afternoon session Paolo Marchi Chiriotti and Livia, editorial director of the International Pastry . I can, with a strange dance between the chairs, to sit in the front row did not want to miss the first duet, Italy. Corrado Assenza had already had the pleasure to meet him and talk at the presentation of the guide Foodies Taste of the City of Rome, but Gianluca frame was for me a new entry.
The leitmotif of the duet No-Frame is the eternal dichotomy between pastry and confectionery food laboratory. The No-thought is already known to many: his idea of \u200b\u200bsharing primary, the sharing of material, ingredient by peasants, farmers, and beekeepers all microproduttori quality. We will be previewing the sweet 'Today lentil', name and ingredients that do not impress those who know the work of Absence: 'nature is not sweet or savory: These are categories apply to humans'. He says he got the shock in Abruzzo: Castelnuovo lentils are grown next to a deciduous forest. The only antagonist to its growth, he says, 'are not men, but the wild boars'. Said the ingredients are the protagonists: lentils, cow iblea ricotta, almond Roman of Noto and cocoa. Not the chocolate, mind you, No wants to return to the substance, the raw material. The result is a sweet but not sweet, by the geometric features and tones the late autumn. For
Gianluca Frame there is no real division between the laboratory and pastry catering, says 'techniques, the head and heart are the same'. The pastry can be both, not by chance that the cake has called Meet . Meet around a table, be it home or restaurant table as a vector of human relations 'table where you can discover through the gentle interaction, conviviality and creativity'. At the base of the frame work are rigorous technique and respect for the ingredient. First, the chocolate, hence the 'ivoire el' Orizaba of Valrhona. The cake is a geometric pattern: a rectangle of biscuit with hazelnut mousse overlapping blocks of light and cream to Orizaba 'ivoire and hazelnut. Cylinders of apple Royal Marine in oil, a scoop of mascarpone sorbet and coffee and two comma coffee jelly and lemon zest for the game complete. The same preparation is given to the flat version of 'cake'.
The duet of the Alps Bridon-Lesecq look forward to. Thierry Bridon, chef 's école du Grand Chocolat Valrhona replaces Frédéric Bau, unable for family reasons. Lesecq Camille, and from the look so young, is pastry chef at the age of 28 years tristellato Hotel Le Meurice in Paris. Working alone in the dining room, shoulder to shoulder, demonstrating great skill. We assist in all stages of preparation of desserts, everything is live, not There is nothing already, already cooked, ready. Bridon impresses us with the use of the vegetables 'Pour les botaniques the n'ya pas des Differences entre les legumes et les fruits: c'est une difference here font les chefs et les pàtissiers'. His desserts, zig-zag, pepper apple tatin and the third called Livia in honor of his partner Livia Chiriotti, contemplate the use of carrots, peppers and eggplants in combination with chocolate, crunchy and delicious cream sablés. The result is a stunning mix of colors and flavors in unexpected ways.
Lesecq, precision and amazing technicality, it proposes a dissertation on the same ingredient: apple through three desserts, the pomme d'amour (created not by chance for Valentine's Day, and soon became one of his must), the crocquante and pomme pomme founding. His philosophy is that everything must be edible here is that the swab from the marsh mallow pistachio is actually done in cream and brown leaves of the apple pulp are miniature cigarette. La pomme crocquante is a shell of meringue into a sorbet and a brunoise of Granny Smith covered by another dome of lemon souffle. Leaves of granulated sugar finish the picture of what really seems like a small yellow apple. Finally, the pomme d'amour , small Golden apple balls, marinated in raspberry juice, vanilla and lemon and then glazed, are set on small discs of sablés Breton decorated and also how small and precious red apples.
are endless suggestions and ideas that I gathered at the end of the day. I reflect on while trying to get me off all'affollatissimo buffet offered by Valrhona: there is no sweeter way to end a trip and expect to start another.
will be the early spring. There are moments in which I believe to be left alone to operate a minimum of independence of mind, out here. I hope that what happens to you: these are days in which to be disoriented, indifferent, deserters is the best that could happen to us. is the most tangible sign of our nobility. let cocks vie for the hen house, we have them locked in there long ago. some days are fools, do not you think?
return to the fold. Photos from Identity Golose 2011
missing from this place about two months. And that's no longer a vuto like writing, indeed. And 'there are times in life so intense as to be overwhelmed by thousands of stimuli without being able cultivate or to follow any of them. I really wanted to update you on developments in the food and wine master's degree in journalism that I am following the Gambero Rosso, but again I could do little. Now we are almost running out and I must say I feel the need to do some 'of the situation, including blogs.
I start to write here (in the past few months I was on the blog Happy Town made in Gambero Rosso), and I do a small photo report from Identity Golose 2011. I anticipate the publication of a small digression on Dossier Dessert, pastry in the usual event dedicated to the congress of haute cuisine. How can I imagine it was for me the person most awaited!
did not go by time but the broom continued to grow between the stones of indifference equal along the cracks of the lava inks go back up to find the words to be able to say something more
-hair, are different, white ... -
false and real, I approached the shelter of the mind Crazy For when the absence when the smoke thickened eucalyptus behind the banks of memories when I laughed and laughed or naive sprung from the hands of the surrealists
-shoulders also seem bent ... -
the wandering life to sip at a time media episodes by surrounding walls and gates to give and withhold not counting the small change that makes life a continual waiting
-smile, smile ... there is no more -
I come back every day in the clearing where I can meet you and tell you father-but-you know the emptiness of the empty cavity unlawful eye pierced by a sun that is not to cheeky aside
-and even voice ... -
calendars, such as brooms, continue to fill signs and other children are already grown misery on the road while a tin moon follows me step by step
development: a solar year is trecentossessantacinque long days and a few hours (roughly, we will refer here only to its full size and neglecting the rest that is ultimately recovered in the leap year). ie, 8760 hours. or, if you like, 525,600 minutes. if they can appreciate the time in seconds, reaching the remarkable figure of no less than 31,536,000. considered, by the way, that life expectancy is "only" two billion three hundred million seconds. I know that anxiety, but it would be the worst way to have them go, to sit down and count them.
this regard to the objective part (even if his friend Einstein would have something to say, I guess). There is also a subjective part of the same year. if you imagine your life compared to the present day (hence the equivalence 1 year = 1 day) that you will not live 75 days (hopefully). here: A year is such a seventy-five days. Not much, actually. But you have to think that these 75 days) most of them spent working and b) the weekend that will remain, almost all will be ruined by bad weather.
there are other little things, for example. one year is an absurd term for any military campaign: Hitler conquered Europe more or less in a year. It 's true that a war lasts, from experience, half a decade. But it is also true that in one day, in Verdun, one hundred thousand soldiers died. Vagliela to explain to them the importance of time, and that one year is not much. a year is absurd for a period an employment contract, it said in passing . a year is the time it takes, in order, a good group to write an album of thirteen songs and take them to Italy. one year is more than a football league, of course. is also half the time it takes to reach Mars, Bowie take notes. In one year, a female rat can lay ten children, sorry if it is little.
For dogs, once they told me, one year equals seven of our life. Schopenhauer And he knew it.
tomorrow for a start I will not know which way to turn. These days will be finished in excellent company in the charming Trieste. I knew that party. tomorrow it will all point to a head. Tomorrow I go home to my father and you do not know how much I weigh, I will start eating at his table bread and shame. will last two days. or years, this shame. tomorrow I'll start working on my new songs convinced that yes, it makes sense in the end what I do. even if it is little, very little. and very few people, and it is better If I am silent. tomorrow I'll start drinking to get drunk with wine. (At least what some people do not complain) and vomit in the homes of friends innocent. tomorrow will again be forced to invent excuses to cover far-fetched. faithful companions, and Verecondo. also good excuse, for that matter, to understand me. tomorrow I'll start to consider the dog to cuddle the highest form of affection that I never will be up, we are sure. is always better than not see you. tomorrow I dwell on the computer hoping that something will suddenly happen. I'll find my way. tomorrow I'll start to wonder if there is life on Mars, I told you. and in my bed? tomorrow I'll start to put my expectations in the hands of any shit, and watch is not a heroic battle: it was pathetic, would be something - is insignificant, however, and pulciosa. tomorrow will distribute flags to the children against malaria, injustice and poverty, to be faithful to indifference, from tomorrow I will finish with the PD of the primaries, with Saviano who wants to play the role of Pasolini (even pretend to have been the high school with him, if he could - but do not worry, sooner or later will put teeth), with the policy: back to play with toy soldiers, rather. statevene for you. Tomorrow I will be a good time if a girl (also a minor, yes, even a minor) wants to give it away for five thousand euro is lucky of poor people who need to do it for love, which is a feeling that takes away much more contemptible than it gives in the final. Sorry for the rant. tomorrow will plant flags on the map again, listen to music, from tomorrow I will come back in my room wondering what the point of this battle that we fight all the first day of life, from tomorrow I will not know which way to turn. I will continue to write for trespass. tomorrow I'll go to church, so I'm trying all the Pascal would agree. I am happy to shake hands and I would say welcome aboard. I'll try that tomorrow, someone save my life, again and again, minute by minute. at least when I drank. tomorrow "happiness" will be a giant billboard in my front door that read, in huge letters: "sold out". if I'm lucky, it will indicate with his finger.
here I am doing my review of the film I saw last night at the cinema, discussed Vallanzasca film entitled "Vallanzasca - The Angels of Evil."
How not to start from the long controversy that has been made about the movie? Well, I will just say that I think is an exaggeration, I'll explain: Since I was born
cinema, films about assassinations (both true and false) we have always been and will always be there and almost always have to pass these as of fascinating people, so why now all this mess?
In the U.S., Brian De Palma, 87, with his "The Untouchables" Al Capone had become a star, and he was far more dangerous Vallanzasca no doubt, but nobody said anything, what's the problem today ?
said that we pass to the review.
The film is a good cop, say something like "Crime Novel" (but never having seen I can not say if a comparison is done well or not) quite spectacular and well scripted.
He returned, however, quite well in the drama but I find that it can be defined Thriller, as I read somewhere.
is neither too slow nor too fast, and very importantly from my point of view and also from the point of view of style is more than enough.
The story makes you want to be seen to the end even if sometimes the situation becomes a bit exaggerated, and doubts about the veracity of some episodes.
However, even if taken from a true story, the film is always, so we can stand.
The actor who plays the protagonist, Kim Rossi Stuart, is really good, one can not say anything, the character that comes out of his interpretation is a perverse character, dark and charming at the same time.
Here someone has to say, however Vallanzasca was truly the case, heard by those who lived through those years, so that's to come.
Can I still make sure that the film, while it makes you see that Vallanzasca was a fascinating character, as wrong by another hand it makes you realize that if you enter the world of crime, the pain in the long run and get more money.
What I did not like the film is that the protagonist's childhood is cut short, this is only mentioned at the outset.
I would have liked that he had given this to be bigger.
The biggest flaw, however, is not it. The biggest flaw is that the film fails to reach those heights that seemed to be able to reach, this movie could be amazing but it lacks something and then fails to do so, being a good movie.
Ultimately I give it a 7, but it is a pity because could also get an 8 if he had that something extra that the big movies that you can not explain.
I read somewhere in one of my old books, anti-modern. and suddenly I remember, that passage: how to dance, along with small parties of the country, without undressing, and so understand the other's body. feel under the fingers, the contact between the hips and bust and legs sweaty, your eyelashes, one hand behind my back. as it was, to understand leisure. to afford. and I walk alone and I think that now, if ever, to me that I never danced I will watch no. I no longer be able to understand, to feel good between his hips. I do know that at most the alcoholic. or voyeur. Today we're all alone. today is not so that you can go from a stranger, and ask a lap dance. The offer you a glass or two perhaps, or a cigarette, but there's no way you can not even touch it. and understand his flesh. one day this happened, my fingers learned the woman. miracle was the worst that could have happened.
premise that dietary advice and herbal remedies are only general indications as to the species diversity of every woman requires a 'careful medical history should focus attention on the person and not just on menstrual pain. There are many differences such as weight, height, family history, clinical etc.. So the best recommendation is always to consult a doctor and in this particular case, who has a PhD in nutrition, homeopathy and natural medicine. Here you can find "guidelines" to reflect on what you eat consciously or not.
Recommended Foods: give priority to food a high intake of vitamin B6, beta-carotene and vitamin E, chicken, rabbit and turkey, beans, bananas, organic cheeses, eggs, whole grains, organic beans, green leafy vegetables (lettuce, cabbage, spinach, beets, parsley, basil), yellow squash, carrots, peppers, tomatoes, melons, apricots, peaches, strawberries, cherries, berries, papaya, mango and avocado, olive oil and sunflower exravergine (cold-pressed and consumed preferably raw). Integrating the usual diet with foods high intake of omega-3 fatty acids, like fish, especially wild salmon, herring, cod, sardines, anchovies and mackerel. increase the consumption of foods rich magnesium, such as bananas, green leafy vegetables, whole grains, nuts, almonds, hazelnuts, peas, beans, soybeans and cocoa. And 'best, a few days before menstruation, during and 4-5 days later, follow a vegetarian diet based on whole grains and baked goods made with stone-milled flours, legumes, soy and dairy products, fruit and organic vegetables. Foods to avoid: eliminate foods made from refined flour, sugar (sucrose) and foods containing it (sweets, soft drinks, jams, chocolates, candies, etc..), Coffee, black tea, alcoholic beverages, industrial products with the addition of additives and / or containing trans fatty acids, which may hamper the absorption of vitamins, minerals and antioxidants and / or aggravate the symptoms.
E 'useful for those who are vegetarian, vegan or otherwise eat a lot of red meat, provide a dietary supplement: Vitamin B3
15-20 mg per day;
Magnesium 350 mg per day without food;
Tryptophan 260 mg per day;
Vitamin C 200 mg per day;
Potassium increase the intake of dried beans, dark chocolate (with at least 80% cocoa), walnuts, hazelnuts, almonds, pine nuts, pistachios sauce and tomato sauce, organic soy flour.
Football 800-1000 mg in a single dose in the morning before breakfast;
Zinc 20 to 25 mg per day;
cod liver oil 2 capsules per day to 1000 mg;
soy lecithin (100% pure) 1-3 teaspoons a day;
wheat germ 1-3 teaspoon per day
yeast powder 400 mg daily in the morning on an empty stomach;
Inositol 1 g per day, 50-100 mg Bioflavonoids
distributed throughout the day between meals;
Coenzyme Q 10 30 mg per day;
Proteolytic Enzymes 2 tablets per day between meals.
Councils in Phytotherapy
in mild physicians specializing in natural medicine generally recommend the use of an infusion of flowers Absinthe (3 teaspoons), chamomile flowers (2 teaspoons), leaves of mint (1 teaspoon) and 300 ml of water with high mineral content magnesium and low sodium intake. To relieve pain and abdominal distension, especially in the early days of menses, when symptoms may be particularly intense and debilitating, it is advisable to take the Devil's claw (Harpagophytum procubens, TM, 10 drops), favoring the sublingual . The preparation can be taken 3-4 times during the day (after two hours) based on the symptoms and conditions of person. against water retention can be used in various herbal preparations made from birch, bearberry, Hamamelis, Pineapple stem (rich in bromelain, a substance that helps remove fluid and not "burn fat" as one often hears say) Spiracea ulmaria. From the fourth day of the cycle, in anxious subjects or in cases of stress, can be made a warm bath, which was added a concentrated infusion of chamomile (5 tablespoons per 500 ml mineral water) mixed with 25 drops of TM (mother tincture) of lime and 3 teaspoons of sweet almond oil. If
is associated with constipation (difficulty in evacuating faeces) can be prepared an infusion of flowers and leaves of Malva (3 teaspoons per 150 ml of water). La Malva sylvestris is rich in mucilage and pectin which help make the stool soft, facilitating intestinal transit, without irritating the mucosa. For the presence of flavonoids, carotenoids, vitamins (A, B1 and C), amino acids (lysine and leucine) and potassium, helps to balance fluids and to relieve the symptoms.
bibliography the food man - Franco Berrino heal with food - Giuseppe De Francesco supplements and herbal medicine in obstetrics and gynecology - Facchinetti F. notes aiki shiatsu Kyokai 2006
metaphorically the alternative always boils down to this: ugly girl to marry the person you were in high school, that you never liked her, but she loves you to distraction and I would follow to hell - or can not find a relationship with a beautiful, try to conquer it, put the soul, knowing that you can betray with the first passing. I want a
yes I know what you mean. you tell me that a young person can not do anything eh? that counts for nothing. are you still there riminchionirti listening to Led Zeppelin and you think it is better to celebrate the x-th anniversary of the death of John Lennon rather than setting up a new disc. Yes, I know you think that there were Togliatti and De Gasperi, and that will never be anything good out of politics. I also know that the 82 national figure, that was something unique. not to mention the great Turin or Milan Sacchi and Capello. O Coppi and Bartali. Or Beethoven. I know you're still there, locked in your room to contemplate your collection of original records, singles, and boxes of bootleg De André, including litter box that you were registered only in a concert of '75, and I know you would pay 100 € to see 30 minutes of two Who imbolsiti and voiceless, rather than spend it in ten concerts of talented unknown. I know also the Biagi, Montanelli, Fallaci's, and so on. But remember: one day we're old
