Thursday, July 30, 2009

Pressing Breast While She Sleeps

Chi di notte Cavalca

Who rides at night, el
c'alcuna time should you rest and sleep:
sper'io so, that after so much pain
refreshment 's my life and my Mr form.
not hard 'where the pain does not last' s good, but often a
in the turns.

(Michelangelo Buonarroti)


Last Thursday in the plain of the genuineness of the circus Fossa Vinicio Capossela L'Aquila has sung for his music made up of ancient proverbs, festivals, folklore and folk wisdom.
The notes of the banjo gave the rhythm of the heart of Abruzzo, which continues to walk slowly as if in a western, with horses to step into the next country.

http://www.goear.com/listen/c6c0d9d/la-faccia-della-terra-vinicio-capossela

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

What Happens If My Rack & Pinion Broke

robottoni

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Hyperintensity Lesion

studiomobile

The reality is increasingly italic when the opportunity to collaborate with the Civil Defence for the verification of viability after the earthquake in Italy launches four indomitable architects of the reconstruction loop. The arrangements are so unusual and just improvised that one and then another friend and then say they are uncertain they are called out from the adventure.
We remain, therefore, only Paul and I get back in touch with the people we had met during the audit, to find a place to settle our Studiomobile and can imagine a summer stay in L'Aquila.
Within a week of unconsciousness come true: we have a pitch with electricity in a camping area where everyone seems nice and friendly, even the managers, we study a well-secured to the ground (thanks to a score of stakes planted here and there) to test of wind and rain and decently ventilated and we have a lot of filthy insects that walk on tables, chairs and computers, but it's the call of nature and we are steeped, and we have a constructor Abruzzo sincere and taciturn, a man in one piece, which engages us as technicians trust and instructs us now a couple of bureaucratic jobs just to make us the bones, we have a possible collaboration in the areas of participatory planning el'autocostruzione destroyed houses in earthquake-resistant wood, which is the thing that attracts us. We have every reason to be excited and confident, but through the door of the CASE project one day I suspect we receive a proposal which leaves us speechless: a hand of the devil, temptation, the sin of gluttony.
We would be stupid not to take us by doubt and not to consider the possibility, but the new town Berlusconi as calls are not why we are here, indeed it is the exact opposite. So you decide to continue the good way, that the aid community, the relationship with local realities, and the collaboration of rebuilding from the bottom up, by the people.
In light of this, considering that during the night so that sum of money promised by the government plan would have made me very comfortable and do not deny it (I could already see the new year to spend on a tropical island), beyond the moral issue, if you own the want to consider, he could not face the people at the time to admit working for the unpopular Berlusca houses, I was happily surprised at the thought of being declared insane locked in an office from 6 to 21 for the next 6 months. A morning dream detector, as always, the night brings counsel.