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have you ever thought about the speed 'with which flow time ?........ and yes, I've always anxiety not being able to do things in time ........ so 'end of every year and we always think of arriving at 31 with a thousand things I had to do and I did not do, but the end of the year' at budgets continued to do .... in my discovery of the new world ... in which I landed, but this time 'in addition to the discoveries there' the will 'to build something, something that shows that in a new environment we can adapt and I wanted to thank everyone but everyone especially to those who are slowly discovering hours ........ I feel Verman Armstrong and 'just so clumsy with the taping .... plss backpack on my shoulders but that guaranteed life on lunar surface, I turned and saw the distant land far away .... like the past, a past that I keep inside of me wishes ..... all in all, however precarious that 'they believe in their profesisonalita' who can regenerate from the disappointments and defeats, good luck to all workers because they understand that most precious of which, congratulations to all those who struggle every day, sweating and have a thousand doubts, for those who do not doubt he has my best wishes are useless ................................ hope 'really seal the 2009 in my memory optimizing everything ........ and then the 2009 for me has been the BAA after a long cold night started in 2004! and then you all a 2010 on the launch pad! houston eagle has your wings and fly very well, houston eagle and 'landed!

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'U PIZZINU' three license plates - two

Any third-year accounting student could suggest the unwary Ministries arranged the current jumble of license plates simple solutions on how to apply the actuarial calculation by combining the numbers to letters, save for the very useful province abbreviations compositions and adopting "lean" (less numbers).

Today we have the most odd, varied and convoluted expressions, really idiotic, of pseudotarghe (I move at least four types). They put a severe trial as mnemonic traffic controller, it is beyond any logical pattern of engagement.
? How to fix it?
recognize it was wrong.
Restore the old system and reopen the symbol of the province - to avoid further confusion - take on a new background color of the plate and do well going into the game for traceability (eg color linked to the Region).

But before anything, for heaven's sake, call an accountant!

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THE CRY OF A tear may be a sign of suffering
but also of hysteria, excessive tiredness,
sadness, anger, melancholy
There are also
crocodile tears and tears of so many other genres
... ... We have in mind that tears
than the humble heroes, poets, saints and gods.
But there is a crying worse - blasphemy - for those who hides for use
profit - sometimes vile and despicable
more frequently. At this
should oppose
anonymous - but not too

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Crying is a gift, a loan
smile
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if you look long into the abyss - bay - even he can stare

anonymous
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Life is played in one fell swoop
everything else is waiting
anonymous
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The most beautiful love is
the past you can only swear

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Cleanliness becomes more important
When spirituality is far
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Happiness is all in a smile
Your
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Messina Strait Bridge
Yes - No - Or ... Pharaonic she will
HIC ET NUNC = THIS NOW!

The first, which should defend this work - even if it were a spirit of South America - why not, but not only - should be the people of the South: the siculocalabri -

But, no

The majority, silent, abstracted, distracted. Leave it looks

Sometimes, but not observed, it says, or says and then he contradicts himself ... ..

Then there are the pundits, the tribunes, the opinion's rhetoric, the defeatists bastiancontrario ... ... .., those dell'ondivaga bow (pasture), well, no, these are everywhere and therefore do not count, do critical mass of use.

But among many others, it saddens me to consider reputable, experts, which should more or less thoughtfully determine a trend, but fear and lose the opportunity to take bold positions

I create discomfort, hearing from them, "but ... it's quite the longest suspension bridge in the world" or "... but the calculations ... calculations ..." and
yet? but ... it is a priority, with the long 's more than we would have to do? "and yet"? but ... ... to earthquakes to hurricanes to terrorism ... that will be - we do not want to consider ..? "

Uncomfortable B. Cross with its extreme to say:" A society depends on the wise and prudent, but if you want to move forward is must also take account of views of crazy. "Without


Le Corbusier, modern and bold urban planning would not have known the beginning of major turning points.

And the architect Wright FL: who conceived the daring nell'ingegneristica modern spirit and shape to calculate the concrete!?

el'ostracismo certainly knew the obstacles of poor and timid, but their genius - there is - a tangible presence and testimony.

Before Michelangelo "liberate from the marble figure who was inside," people could not do just one big mass.

I remember reading that:
During construction of the Trans-Siberian Railway, where they were addressed and resolved enormous computational problems - including the successes and tragedies - that was a Russian engineer, the day of testing a daunting bridge - designed by the same - it poses - only - on the highest "critical" of his work and awaited the outcome kinetic - puntatasi with a gun to his head, while the train moved: it would honor any failure

For the record: survived: - him and the bridge.

Other Other Other men temper solitudes

Today, the ferry across the Strait of Messina - stopping for boarding on both sides - in squalid and landings after exhausting queues - is a pain and a humiliation to try
If it were possible sentence imposed for the opponents, they should be delivered to merit "Charon the demon" ... .. until redemption. Thus

sound funereal chimes, giving up to give future generations a great work as a utility - by us, we do not
burdens and risks that the fathers to their children?

E, where the first bridge were to collapse unfortunately, now get ready to rifarne a better one!

E 'an insult to South America - once again - as in this case - talk - with the purposes of deterrence - of "monumental works"

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TRUCULANDIA

All the world wonders why Muslim terrorists, and not those of other religions, are so eager to commit suicide.

analyze that:

E 'forbidden premarital sex
There are no prostitutes

Prohibited alcohol banned in bars. Internet TV
prohibited and forbidden sport, stadiums, festivals and so on.
Forbidden Prohibited adultery
eat pork
There is sand everywhere and not even a jeep for fun
Only eat with your right hand because with the left us to clean the backside
(toilet paper is prohibited)
clothes instead of robes
We can not take a shower nor shave
Forbidden music foreigners and the radio
The grilled meat is cooked on donkey dung dry camel
Women use bags and clothes that seem to always veiled wife
you choose the other and is thus covered only six months after you realize that his beard
At some point, someone tells you that if you die you will go suicide in paradise, where you'll have all the things you have been refused on the ground ...
! Eccheccazzo!
? Do not commit suicide, too?

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Why Does My Breathsmell Like Smoke

SICILY wind turbines or trees ... anywhere else, though. ...

Curzio Malaparte died soon after his return from a trip to China (1957) - where he was received with honor - in what would be his last report.
ill but returned immediately devoted himself to adjust his notes, in a particular state of mind, but frankly understandably impressed by what he saw.
His latest work was published - posthumously - with the title "Me and China"
reviews (after I read them) described the text as an authentic act of love "- to a land and a people perceived with wistful eyes of those who had lived and treated - live - themes often with tragic and bloody war reporter seconded rigor and never give up the sarcasm, sometimes on edge of cynicism
But this time, no.
I read and I was struck the pen was always his spirit was another

He described what has been observed - no more rear of battles - but as a high rampart, unnaturally deep horizons and what he saw, he said by forwarding the charm and grandeur, and even the admiration of a people thousands of years - curve - patience, hard work, resignation. He told
- among other things, that the scheme (the term was another) to a specific region had established that it was necessary to put shelter to the morphological situation of the vast territory hill hairless, as to the absence of vegetation of tall (from ground consisted mainly Cretaceous) aggravated by the lack of rocky buttresses
that region (do not recall the name), he "voted" inevitably to 'flattening to erosion by rain and wind by destination - then - to desertification.
ensued a gargantuan project
. Every inhabitant
native - all - were ordered to plant a tree according to a precise protocol and displacement-
had to impose a pannier on the back, with a jute sack full of ice and a sapling from home; reached the distant location, it was necessary dig, bury the ice and then the tree is assumed that he would survive and sprout, with the reservoir moist.
How was over I do not know. The fact - symbolic - remains.

During World War II - the end - a British commander who led a field of Italian prisoners - in Puglia - asked our soldiers to a singular "collaboration" to which the mass joined.
It was none other than "found" a few miles of coniferous trees along the Adriatic coast.
The work was completed - then we met - is still there - I've seen. (Pine Castellaneta)
I can not remember the name of that officer stranger, but - in tribute and gratitude - and I quote an aphorism that well suits the Anglo-Saxon:

A man, said to be such, must have at least:
or a son, or written a book, or planted a tree


After so much premise does not take long to come easily in the top headline
postulate? That is something the Apennines of our island?

What I rename "Bald Mountain" (Iblei - Peloritani - Madonie)?

? The Greeks found that those heights - forests and fertile?

? Those peaks that all civilizations have occurred only knew how to exploit and never rebuild, reforest? And what of

it was, the barons - from old and neglected hazel - passed to the care of the ax, along with cedar forests cleared to mother earth and yet - the neglected, sacred groves - sprouted but then demoted to the Mediterranean olive and unproductive

E today - all that remains - seasonally - here and there - is burned in the blazing already sacrilegious hands of unknown rogue: Iconoclasts miserable and unholy land


The Tribunes of today, showing up (but looking at their finger), discussing on wind turbines that ... .. territory ... the ugly!

? But they know what they're talking?!

or pretend that we do not know, you do not know, you forget ...

weight, wind turbine blades - yes! - To cover everything, but all of our fund range and have that be the ultimate affront to technological forest and mountains - at least - the wind - have energy. The
little - at worst - and know how to give these children to their land:

"Pale towers, on roots of steel"

Our Island is located in a vice
Squeezed between the two Governments: A comprehensive national

And also (what is much worse), a regional government with special status (which I prefer not to remember the date of foundation) but that is enough to boil the profile highlight the unforgivable omission, for not having achieved provided the most basic applications (statutory and special note) as a regional political price of fuel (which we will extract and refine)
Conversely, there remains the Barbarian poisoning of coastal and seabed mercury
And a lot, but a lot of 'in other damage, such as asbestos in the lungs
Half a century of barren and void of crime without justice

? What about the funds not used and lost as a result of unprecedented inertia and / or administrative and planning sloth?

There would be "unseat" (mass, perhaps with polystyrene to guard) the tenants of the Palazzo d'Orleans, then fasten the door and open it more - By flushing a lot of future to erase the memory.

Even when Sicily has generated them capable, they reneged on their Mother Earth
An example? So - the first that came to mind:

Francesco Crispi
<<<< Nato a Ribera (1818) nel mezzo della Sicilia.
First, Mazzini
participated in the Sicilian revolution of 1848 -
Then, political mind of the "dictatorship" of Garibaldi in the south -
be adhered to the monarchy and became a member: Interior Minister and then President of the Council.
He expressed nationalist and authoritarian tendencies and repressed social movements (beam melting of Sicily and the PSI - 1894) It
voted entirely to serve the Savoy colonial expansion in Ethiopia
The defeat of Adua scored his sunset and left the scene>>

It is incomprehensible how, we, can him dedicated streets and squares, with piaggismo senseless and wasteful bay.
But remarked that it is unfortunate avoidance - today - not cancel -

sang: Sicily ancient land of giants
Ianca salt and niura suli
of malaria and yellow suffuru
cu suli marriage and figs luntani
ca cu vucchi cantanu
and choirs around ciaciunu
A Muntagna about cracks and burnt
... .. and - them in the Turkish navy ... .. SICILY


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TRINACRIA
Banner TRIGAMBE

The Sicilian is recognized and there is justly proud, finding there the fundamental meanings and allegories remote
It 'so nice. But the tribunes
trinarciuti, things change a lot. Unable
has always been to administer the region with virtuosos such methods to gain the respect of the islanders and compete - why not - with the other regions - "frustrate" their term, trusting, and founded on secular - curve - resignation of the people.
were distinct and specialized as perpetual beggars of openings in subsidies to devour gargantuan appetites, without shame, without purpose, without end.
(See Hospital Lentini, started 25 years ago, finished 10 and still open)

The need becomes dependent and weak citizens, which only goes in daily work and do not ever emerge from its problems.
The demagogues - know what - they are always ready to ride the wave of people need to flex the resources and following a recipe for winding obsolete: eat - refer - to define ever. If emergencies occur

series, the Sicilian Tribune, did not hesitate to "change" - any big project in the pipeline - to divert attention for the use of contingent fact (a good excuse) -
(eg The bridge over the Strait of Messina is called periodically in error, as a lever "ad acta")
Then everything goes up in smoke - with biblical times - almost always with enucleation of unfinished works. We pass
- more usually - always asking new appropriations to the National Government (the Regional Banks have always empty and carefully) and the game resumes: how to schedule
What is left to ordinary people but to submit and "maybe" as critical mass and shield in hand and the hand to turn to journeyman

The need any virtue in the dark in the anguish of those who need it.

is left to do, folds the paper ... .... you go to play the Lotto

But, who always rides this bad habit, he would have won the right to take a particular - just - banner connotative:

a Trinacria three arms and hands outstretched
- ask -
- Trinacria



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they say: better to dispute, that negligible
But .... if we start from irrelevant ?.....


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TIDE

the night without a light - it's like a long sigh
The mother water expands and stretches the bosoms
The wind above the plane wave - it caresses the shoreline

the first Forward - wet kiss on the sand that stretches
A limit new designs are already on the edge and the large lip retracts
One more kiss - the longer and deeper - a new line - ansata

The land yields its limits - the sea advances - recedes -
recedes - forward. ... dance ...
Cowgirl on the floor - steps up and set the steep cliff -
Land and Sea - eternal caress

The boats vary in the dock - more tense the moorings -
earth and the sea gently love and renewed harmony limits
In sigh of wind extinguished the last caress
The sea draws back - seems to disappear

The wind knows - always - and touches the ground wave and confirms
Tomorrow - again - tomorrow and beyond
Again and again .... again ....

A glimmer of moonlight illuminates the sea
White appears motionless
gull wing expanse - the other glued to the body
The bill as anchor in the sand

The sea took him to the ground last
Tomorrow I will resume
Forever

by WORDS A DENSE: Cammisa

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VISPA TERESA BELOW THE PROPOSED TRILUSSA (found by PAUL Granzotto)

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A day of celebration - the lively Teresa - leaving the church - who raised her dress - to be VISION - chiffonne socks - that all women -
delighted

the painter Armando - seeing beautiful - the churches please - to a model
Teresa blushed but said it - "You will?" - "I'll come" - But badi.però ..
"Word of honor" - said the painter

The following day - the artist Armando - shaking trembling - the new conquest - said with a stretch -
"I have taken, I have taken you" But he

pleading - Teresa shouted - "Come on, you're hurting me - the backbone - let me, that I am a child of God - If you have any program - talk to mother"
this threat - Armando trembled, - ... opened his arms - but that remained

Lost honor, lost the estimate - the lively Teresa, - more lively than before - not at all sorry - not at all confused - he realized that love - is only an excuse.

For nearly thirty years - was loved by many - including young and old - including obscure and famous, - the lively Teresa - was taken and retaken -
and more nimble - and suffering offer themselves -
(the woman's 'offers - if the apostrophizes them - has every interest - to say that she suffers)

But come to fifty - with the broken-hearted soul, - his face a little stained
- with the rest a little fake - for get off the hook - the next few ailments - Opened a shop - of salt. and tobacco

One day a customer - asking a cigar, - held out his hand - ... so ... random - Teresa took it. shook it and asked
I want to marry? But he would do a deal
back - said: "No, no - Living, smoking, - what harm will I do?"
Confused and repented - Teresa blushed, - parted fingers - and that he fled

And now Teresa, - really sorry - that does not have a thought: go to church

With the weary soul - he sits and tobacco offering to the Lord - the remains of a heart - which beats the weak. But often staring

- Lost his eye - the yellow dust that remains on the finger - it seems the detritus - of that butterfly - that one day snatch - clasping hands.

So, as then, - Teresa suffering - the innocent voice - who prays and implores, "Please leave me: I - I am a child of God"
"It was a beautiful event! - Sighs Teresa - sniffing the socket - which goes up the nose - but if I'm not Leste - I lose even this "

It smells and refuses - coughing and sneezing: - the nose is a trumpet - that rings and echoes - and it seems the echo - you throw the waste ...
Between a gush and a regret, - between a puff and an excipient, - The lively Teresa ... Let's leave her there >>>>>

We understand that from a mile away Trilussa did not know how to conclude the adventures of not more lively Teresa But we certainly do not blame daughters
PAUL Granzotto

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LIGHT! HOUSTON AND THE EAGLE '

Without realizing I have come to expect much this Christmas ......... but then when the time comes you forget what a 'needed to be done, however, also .............. 2009 is going to be archived, do the best wishes especially to myself, never again 'I thought to get to the end of 2009 with a budget so' positive .......... I found myself alone in a dark wood and nobody gave me the advice ....... now I'm still in the forest wild and hard that renews the fear in my heart ...... but they are not 'just me and this place is changing the way evdere things .................... armstrong as if I were on board the LEM .............. quell'allunaggio sintetizzavail work thousands of people ............ that descent said that sometimes in life worth getting up from his chair and begin to fly, no matter if the lemma allunera 'but we must try to turn the five reactors of the space missile ................. I started in 2009 tired and disappointed in April I began to realize that maybe it was not so 'impossible to become a reality' and a professional ambition ......... poi.a May stumble into a smile that has changed my life .... ......... and now for my friends and 'always dawn! Cosi' my friends I left full of hopes eager to break away from the old earth and the moon was like magic! was the radiant light of a dawn shining on my face! Houston eagle and 'landed

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EDUCATION SHARING AND RESPONSIBLE

"generation after generation, WE ALL SHARE THE PRINCIPLE AND LEARN TO BE A PARTY TO ALL THE WORLD
changes so quickly, that children can not learn from their parents, IT 'THESE CHILDREN
GENERATIONS HOW ARE THE TRIBE 'enemies camped on the Island of Time
(Ross MacDonald)


germinates from early childhood education and should have the same constant of breath and, like breathing, expressed as a natural and healthy demand. A "witness" continuous "transition." Received, enriched, shared and "cued" from moment to moment, nurtured from generation to generation.

E 'a tragic mistake that we all have committed, together with children from kindergarten, school elsewhere, do not have the perception that, at that distance and in the portion of time that demarcates, we delegate - of done to others - a different care for our closest relatives, without caution, verification, discrete control ... Constant.

conjecturing delegate (pale euphemism), blanketing a false view of what has made us the same opportunity that should, in 'joints between our commitments in support of a utilitarian, almost a parking lot.

Prioritaire TV, sink into the newspaper. ... Children and parents to the supermarket, the cashier will riincontrano ... ..

Chin - There should

We, in fact, betray and so claim to love children, denying and denying what is most fundamental, namely the sharing responsible for duties and control around us. ? We do this when they are small. ? Continue when they are grown?

Animals do it constantly and finally stop after a certain period do not exercise the role that we take the first are more loyal and reliable: instinctively, and best of us

Our culture has evolved and noble origins, sufficient to found and Legislation Nations, only with much thought that the Mediterranean philosophy and calibration, because it benefits future generations and continue, in the airy way of thinking and boundless horizons shared? Where did all this? Beware us

"Even a rat gnawing a bank, can flood a nation"

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VIR VIRTUS

the virility of 'man between twenty-five and sixty, but is at his prime between thirty and fifty. E 'in this period that he shows its true nature, expressed his true character, conduct its faculty. First, you have
attempts, preparation, taste, and after, repetition, reinforcement, when they arise with deformation and degeneration. And 'the period of liability conscious, full. To use a photographic term, it is then that the human mind is "on fire". It 's the right point to look at the picture of life is judged, and is derived from this review and any action is explained. E 'in this space of time that is revealed in full and where to look for the healthy and the healthy indoctrinated ignorant, and unfortunately the' ignorant, poor, hopeless and drought. The first two are the 'order and health, 's is the disease and disorder. Those tend to preserve society, to fortify, ornarla; that the trap continuously, the upsets, the 'smells.
I spoke of conscious responsibility. Each position, each state has its obligations, and do not store after meeting him is treason and cowardice. Much is to forgive the young and very old also, but those who are in full force and effect of 'age and the mind are not worthy of' indulgence when transgress their duty. Militia is life, and that each of them wants to be a good soldier is obliged to strictly observe the rules of common and special delivery. Now the company
human, especially civil society, can be regarded as a great army in which the best soldiers, as in the real army, are the perfect ignorant, and those who really know, the best officers. Between these two groups n 'there is a third, still too large, which is not participating in the prompt and complete discipline of the first, nor the responsibility aware and knowledgeable of the latter, provides a wealth of traitors, the mettimale, offenders and fugitives. E 'on those who must work with iron and fire without respite and without mercy. These are the real human waste and waste with microbes that their "toxins" make maliscenti fever and the bodies of nations and lead the chaos and death is no longer curable.
L 'man in the prime of his manhood, located in the best vantage point to judge the youth and old age, still close in the past and the future that others, the shortcomings of the two ages, errors and waste of the first and the slowness irresolute and more or less skeptical of the second, this' man, I say, if at that point not only happy and get to understand their duty and the role that is assigned, it becomes a dead weight, a burden, and should be isolated, if also includes, but does not want to conform or comply, then we must fight without quarter until you delete it.
are born ignorant, I mean to remain ignorant, as you are born blond or brown. A man at thirty must know by now if it is brown or blond, having had all his time to look. In short, must have understood if it is born to know or to ignore, if the brain or arm, though he was born to conceive or to carry out orders. I will say that there are infinite shades. It 's true. And then you say that in thirty years' one had all the comfort to know its nuances. The trouble is that many, even to deceive others and themselves, make use of the dye, and it is here that begins the confusion, disorder and danger. 'll Come back to these painters and masking of themselves, and shall exert the necessary detergents and bleaches, and sponges, and squeegees and curries, but for now we will treat those who fully accept if stress from the hands of mother nature that in turn is the daughter of a father who does not err.
Already in this simple and humble acceptance is recognizable sign of superiority beautiful and great. They are those who say "amen" and do not say only, but the living, inspired, guided, supported, comforted by the spirit of this perfect word in every thought and action. It is these that form the 'perfect army of invincible ignorance. It was precisely in the full manhood that 'this man attains perfection conscious and active. It all comes
ignorant, but there are those called to remain so for life, and are the most, and those elected to assimilate knowledge, to increase it to spread, to transmit it. Nature has endowed the first of a number of 'basic instincts, safe and foolproof, and some few ideas which seem innate, very clear, very simple, unquestionable and removed from office.
who studies must almost always complicated detours to get to the simplicity of one of those ideas. Then he says: Look! It was so close! Those who study continuously grope: our workshops might be called "groping", and our studies "dubitatoi. L 'ignorant knows no doubt, do not have that certainty, sometimes very curious and also very questionable, but certainty for him, and knows not that straight streets, which he travels at walking pace 'man, quietly. Sometimes he changes
certainty, but never doubt like the product. Doubt, this bulb that makes the mare run Science to bursting and the Pegasus flies above the clouds thundering in search of a cool hard to find, I do not even know the name. The bread and the female are its poles and its boundaries, things always
reached with a minimum of good will things at hand, the 'other, his brother, who knows, he runs behind his net with butterflies from all chimeras in flying 'air: glory, love, freedom, absolute .... Which is fun to beat their wings in the nose and get some time in the network and then run away through the cracks. His brother who is not, you know you happy with the 'honest and hardly disappointed. He always looks for things that are there and what you can find, as when one gets to a forest in search of mushrooms or strawberries. Things you can see and touch, he tries, dense, palpable, which can weigh up his hand, to judge 's eye, weigh scales, measuring with a yardstick, things you can put in your stomach, in your pocket, on , warehouse and into bed.
He says this is a bottle of wine bono and this woman is me there tonight to dinner with me and she sends more than half after one and best wishes, to buy the house it takes me so much, then you go to the notary to make the contract and then it becomes my fo and what I want, my horse seize five years in May and if we sell it doubled, I shall expire on the fifteenth of the bill; tomorrow I have to go to the station to release the hills ...
E 'so that he speaks and thinks and works.
His thoughts, like his walk, move and wander between the market and the station, between the counter and the unloading dock, or between the field and barn, or between the factory and the shipyard, the 'tavern and bowling green ...
The men are, "or living in the' comfort, wealth or joining, or content themselves with a 'lowly status, which is also a way to get very difficult, that is, to be able to be content, these men are the backbone and the backbone of the nation. Know what you want and what they do and do it well, and perfect ignorance of everything else, that does not mean complete ignorance, but ignorance demure, dignified, respectful of others' tried and proven competence, this is their main and sympathetic feature. They are good, strong, the healthy brothers that run the large family, while the brothers are naughty and idler is out partying and debts, and the brothers dreamers - where basically they have a weak - are at the top tower to watch the clouds and the swallows. Without knowing grammar, anacoluticamente talking about, but knowing very well the 'logical analysis of practical reality, they govern their business with sound principle of' interest in their minds, simple and blunt, not tired or clouded by moral or immoral algebras.
And 'this' s age in which the force must be coupled with justice and prudence to' dare. This combination of virtues, often antithetical to each other, takes place as soon as possible, as each may have observed, between the simple who do not know of letters between their more complex brethren. It 's a fact that the study delays the formation of character, very well for life if you study the surface, with little, if you study deeper, more digested, assimilated well. This is the character aware, fully conscious, often obtained by force, along with pain, with spasms occult tremendously: it is the strong character; 's is another good one is the native character, not deformed, which has the beauty and the charm of the pure, simple, genuine nature of jets.
I confess to have learned much more than shares, by way of living and thinking of the humble people and that many healthy attributes of products. I found and admired his love for his family, his passion for children, constancy in friendship, trust candidates in the hearings of interest, mutual aid, benefits, without collateral, patience, resignation ready, the naive faith and active, healthy optimism, and the freshness of feeling, and the 'love of the beautiful which makes it a unique and inimitable poet unaware. And 'he who leaves behind him any writer for the picturesque and extraordinary expressive power of his language, and he who can laugh frank and candid without painful grimaces all its rice, and he is, unattainable in' art of bread dir the bread, gently place the most well known euphemisms ointments on each wound and each wound.
But what has always aroused in me wonder most is to see, hear, that he so peaceful, so practical and reasonable, he loves above all men who seem more distant from him, men who do not speak to him on bread alone, they are called Jesus or Napoleon or Garibaldi, and sometimes feel the urgent need, such as the need of a bath of blood and glory. Others' glory, after all, but simply a reflection of him, the baggage of that blinding brilliance that invests it closely, and if that great flame absorbs it, destroy it, who cares? This is perhaps because he lives, rather than opinions, faith, dogma proceeds, needs to believe as to eat even more, and believes in what exceeds and transcends the more and can not understand: and she loves it. Unlike the ignorant media and media saputi, who, not recognizing the other's superiority, not can believe in anything or admire and love nothing but themselves, that is, less than nothing.
It 's the great communion of the faithful and perfect ignorant that forms the best and most healthy people, and this is like the chorus of the great human tragedy, which infallibly recognizes the' hero and follows him, and he says, and again even if you must, but do not want to be preceded by someone other than him, because he only recognizes whole, sees as a mere mirror reflection of clarifying his strength and his justice and his innate and basic goodness.

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LANDED A GREAT TRIP! A who gives a salute to 'go and helped me

It' s a mixed of feelings that I have in you and pancia.Oggi 'materialized reality' extreme that reminds us that everything here finisce.Finisce the life of a doctor honored profession, loved the hospital. A gentleman, a person who felt the lot of his concept of "word." For me it 's been a kind of towing professionale.Non I will know' exactly what he thought of never me.Sicuramente in his way he picked up my call for help and put me in a path of stop and accellerazioni.Poi with my personal tragedy has been known to be present, remember his phone calls, his parole.Un thirty-year friendship with my father, who was unveiling before my occhi.Voglio primary image on a cloud, maybe close to that of my Pope 'and you shall from commenting and smiling with my progress and my failures, or my amazement in the face of things nuove.E 'selfish to think so,' but sometimes the selfishness helps us to survive in this life is the only Christian bastarda.Il comfort abbiamo.Ricordo good thing even when lying on the couch in the doctor's office crying and I cried and he paternally abbracciava.Ricordo his phrase "we live with a gun to his head" The pistol shot for him and I still dispiace.Grazie all Primary, aware that the last real anesthesiologist "his school" will 'honor
new professional challenges in recalling the opening lines of his poem "with the tube and the spindle together in destiny .... good journey ......." and as he did not run here! Bruno Nicora

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Looking back I realize that I must go on

Another summer and 'past and with it you store all the things we wanted to do but that the routine did not allow us to do . without noticing my nose has filed smell "of the new book" that he felt were chosen from cartolaio.Ricordo notebooks, diaries, pens, I will put the same care with which he prepares equipment for deployment estrema.Ogni years I had to improve to prposito cambiare.Poi almost yellowed more 'from oblivion by the time that the old issues of Mickey Mouse ", pages carrying photographs of the" summer game "every summer, something that's always a second wax the publicity 'would epoca.Si and' the 60's when you started screaming in the local dance of the summer .... and them 'and' Party's way of saying, the slogan.Un image detail and 'l' ufo solar ......... Sacchettoni a sort of huge black plastic with a cylindrical when full of air is the same, thanks to the sun at a temperature that will get him up in the air and was taken as ingovernabile.ecco a kite on that page but there's little mouse 'painted around the nostalgic memory of my childhood in September, when after the party on 29 August, Madonna della Guardia Tortonesi for us, was made that transition from summer heat in the early winter breezes . I remember only the desire for an anesthetic that would make me wake up to Christmas, with the figurines of the nativity scene that was dug out of the box in the attic of my mom plaster statuettes, figurines, which reappeared every Christmas card from the bandages with the newspapers as if they were nuove.Ma stationery every year that has less and less smell "new book" those pencils are not always beautiful, and solar quell'ufo 'smpre less strabiliante.rigenerarsi in a girl's smile might be the only step in a path that we know only the starting point and never to arrive: the life! Greetings scented glue by Bruno Nicora.

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PRIMA IN AERE

's ignorance of youth is not like that of native children, it is obtained, is a species disease contracted from 'environment, from those vehicles d' infection that most of the books, and the examples that run the streets. It 'a fever that lasts several years and in some resolves and disappears at' the beginning of manhood, and in other ongoing deterioration to the threshold of old age and sometimes later. It is these latter cases that we must fight relentlessly and mercilessly isolate, because the fever is of such nature that aging becoming serious infectious beyond belief. An old scientist ignorant can hurt all 'humanity as an' epidemic of smallpox or bubonic plague black. Study
therefore the bacillus, and vaccinating the young.
L 'ignorance of youth is bold, boastful, and sometimes oddly funny: irritates, upsets, worries, and at the same time exerts on us I do not know where that strange fascination remembrance and hope come together in a tremulous emotion that is not without some sweetness. It is thought that perhaps this is necessary, and that it will pass. It is believed that this will eventually dissolve and do not leave traces, like a smoke in 'air. 'S the age that thought makes his test flights el' instinct to its raids on all bands, like a poacher. He turns the 'jump the obstacle or happily with a momentum of its elastic muscles. He refuses, diminish it, discard all what stuck his feet, clipping his wings, hinders his passions. It has a special flair for books where he can find justification for his conduct and the acquittals of his misdeeds, and if you did not trade with books, recognizes infallibly between the philosophies that run through the streets of the easier approach and confessors sleeves. If you know where to contact me if you know who is unwilling to fish, if you rake, do not even talk about them. It knows no doubt. Doubt is an incentive to think but to remora 'action, ankylosis, you gotta' s action, and he wants to progress rapidly. In politics, in art, in religion, in terms of science, he solves the longest-running and panting problems boldly, quickly, in four bars. You were amazed to hear, mouth open, and while he will suffocate in an overflow of learned ignorance, you think to the future with prudent melancholy, and the screens and filters complicated 'experience, and the chemical precipitates bitter pain. It 's the age of all chimeras, so easy to conceive and so difficult to be realized. What you have not been able to reach or resolve, not only, but also what can not be reached or resolved, will be met and solved by him, no doubt. Are you shy to do some observation, if any of the information to expose personal experience as well as universal, he will tell you: - How six old, my father! - The hidden wealth of his nature, the 'naive optimism of the animal in its full force, kick, rebel against any constraint, be it that of indirect' teaching and advice. If the 'oxygen' s air could speak, would say the same response to 'nitrogen gl' prevents burning of the world, if the screw had the words, speaks in the same way the winemaker and the torch to the ground and forces with folding willow and so speak to the earth 'plow.
In the young there is always something of the barbaric and 'anarchist. It should be a great force for covert and patient that he agrees to bear the burden common life requires and that his birth that the particular destination. In a few years he has to redo the way that the 'humanity traveled to arrive, from the jungles and' lair, the city ordered. Long, sharp, excruciating journey, with stops for loss and hard times, shortcuts that stretch, winding labyrinth, hallucinations, fever, do morgane, storms, tears, despair ...
One of the signs of healing of the fever is barbaric when you step slower, measured. The young man who begins to moderate his steps, namely his desires, it may be healed. Then, go the way of good or ignorance, or that the true doctrine, it is certain to come to an end in the company of sweet, serene joy.

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One reason, perhaps the main one, so we love all children, is their perfect-perfect ignorance. Besides their candor and their inimitable grace, is that they absolutely ignore the delicious unconsciousness of all good and all evil, each before and after all that surrounds them like a fog light like a halo, which we will does so much and so painfully expensive. Some leave us almost immediately, they share a mystery wrapped in white veils without even knowing who we are referred to carry away the heart, others remain with us, and we do not know how much, and it trembles not to be able to know. These are that lead us to keep small hands where they like, are gl 'helpless that we disarm, the beloved despots to whom it is sweet to obey. And that they are testing the ormolu of our knowledge with the touchstone of their inexhaustible curiosity. - Father, because God has made the wolves who eat the children? Daddy, how did God to be himself?
Then we, the great, you want to with all the strength of our knowledge to be the perfect, most perfect ignorant.

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The ugly love beauty, the weak force, the poor wealth, and wise true ignorance. What
rest, who ended his eyes on the books, and lean in his terrible doubts, and came undone by his desperate flight into the infinite, that talk to rest a good, genuine, peaceful ignorant! His face is calm, placid, his eyes are gentle and sweet like a hunting dog. How many times have I talked about in the woods, up in the silence of the woods, hunting with my dog \u200b\u200blooking at me like watching a God! So he who does not know and it is strong and the weak good looks good he knows. There are only the ignorant who despise the weakness means wise. Their gaze is mocking, their face is a grin. They are doing everything to make visible, to show no consideration that you, the 'absence of any consideration. Maybe a little afraid of you, perhaps even a little v 'envy but do not want to show it. They are children of that pestiferous ignorance that gives birth to the proud. What
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I write this book for those who do not read me,
for the good of those who are destined to ignore - fate
little cruel - even the title of this book and its existence.
I want to make it more humble and good people who know, and
transform entire transport ignorant ignorant, because I love those
that are most popular, most considered the most popular. How
poverty is not a sin, so Ignorance is not a sin, and He
poor that would be born, live and loved to spend time with the simple preference
and gl 'induced. We must imitate the 'divine example,
we need to get off and mingle with the crowds, but more
to learn to teach, especially to learn, not the
name, but the practice of two great virtues today
forget too high, and even in half, and even a little further down:
patience and kindness.
not be alarmed. I will not speak with a nasal voice of the learned
infreddato Lenten preacher, no, I want to be happy with you, I want to have fun
, perhaps contradicting myself, happily with you and we
fun together, I will too 'I turn a bit' =
of the 'humble and pure water, you do not like much, a bit' of
crisp, exhilarating wine. If not then be able to get the low
gas or a little 'd' soda water, will always
convenitene, what little thing to earn.

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I want to praise the one who dance between heaven and earth, surrounded by
bluish mists, the dance of the seven thousand veils,
She smiles as the little child who sleeps and the 'innocent
sleep dreaming of' pure soul. I want to sing the All-Bella
and All-Good, the Cinderella from small feet and small
lovely head, the own sister of 'Innocence: She
- that - not - know.

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The principle of a book is an act of desperation
Hold the gun and fire a shot in the temple
, or grab a pen and write the first line,
are two gestures that are the same, morally
sometimes, energy forever.
What next? Light or darkness?
The real life or real death? The 'eternal joy,
or gnashing of teeth? It is not known. He shoots. You write.
"Et nunc vir scholars, fringes tibi caput pro faciendo libros."

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This book was conceived in the early
unfortunate that followed the war, and then wrote for the most part
Italy, which now seemed to start a healing
some of its evils, suffered a sudden and terrible relapse
which put her in danger life are renewed civil
great nation that was about to regain its old ways of his fortune.
For the exact understanding of certain political allusions that will
especially collected in one chapter, and some
and fleeting hints of the same kind scattered here and there for the volume, but
more for the correct evaluation of their tone, I thought
well to preface these dates. The tone is a bit 'the general
of the book, namely a bit 'oscillating between hope and despair.
and which was agreed at the time. Right now might seem a bit
'old-fashioned - they run so fast times today - but then I thought
the most appropriate way to express my feelings and some just
resentment. I was somewhat undecided whether to remove that chapter
and the few hints from this book that the policy really has little to do
, to say nothing, but then I am determined to
leave things in their place.
Today, I know, time is of brotherhood and forgiveness, but was still
in 'the sweet air of some recent family pacification' doubtful. And
'Well, then, that those who do not test, we are, and those who were tried
remember.
sweet and calm seas today. Yes
But the pilot was given us sleepless and that now governs with a firm hand and eye
sure the good ship full of fate, the 'miracle man =
mind alert and ready, warns us with the wisdom of ancient Roman word
and an example that this is no time to sleep, but rather to ensure consistency with
strong and austere discipline.
"tranquillitas ista, tempestas east."
Or better say: it could be.

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Le Combat de Tancrède et Clorinda

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Tancrede:

Tancrède, PRENANT Clorinde pour un homme, se mesurer avec elle veut
dans l'épreuve weapons.
way to the top of the mountain,
she goes to another place where she is preparing to enter. He continues


so impetuously that long before it reaches the she hears echoing his armor
and turning, he launches:

Clorinda:

You who put so much ardor to sue me, what do you
?

Testo:

He replied:

Tancredi:

war and death.

Clorinda:

war and death,

Testo:

she said,

Clorinda:

I do not refuse to give them to you, since you are looking for the
.

Testo:

And Tancred, seeing his enemy on foot
does not retain the advantage of a horse.
He jumps down.
And they took one and the other with their swords.

Honing their pride, turning their wrath
;
and they'll slowly to meet each other, like two bulls
jealous rage inflamed.

Night, whose deep darkness
were buried under an act of oblivion if
illustrates (yet worthy of sunshine,
worthy of a vast theater, would be so memorable exploits)

Suffers they are derived from the shadows to tell the
and shed light for future generations.
Long live their fame and the noble
remember their glorious deeds shine forever. Neither

dodge, or parry, nor retreat, without hitting each
caution!
The blows they exchanged are not feigned.
The darkness and fury exclude any skill.
hear the terrible rattle swords
blades, but they do not give ground;
foot remains firm and labor always in motion;
no blow is struck in vain, no points given for nothing.

Shame excites the scorn of revenge
vengeance and again revives the shame
they hurt constantly, constantly keep up the struggle,
ignited by new patterns.
Over time the fight is getting smaller and more
and the sword is no longer appropriate.

They hit their knobs, rampaging beasts.
Jostle their helmets and their shields.

Three times the knight of his powerful arms
surrounds the warrior, and three times
it emerges from the tenacious grip, hug a proud
enemy and not a lover.
they return to their swords and cover
blood. Then, exhausted and panting,
finally
away to rest after the long ordeal

One look at the other, pressing their bodies bloodied
all their weight on the pommel of the sword. Already
the last star languished radius
and painted the East Aurora's first light.
Tancred, seeing his enemy shed much blood,
does not see himself so much hurt.
It swells with pride. O
that our mind is foolish and glorify any shadow fortune!

Unhappy, what you glad? What sad exploits! What
fatal victory!
Your eyes will pay (if you stay alive)
every drop of blood a sea of \u200b\u200btears.
remaining silent, looking at these two warriors bathed in blood
some time interrupted their fight. Finally
Tancred broke silence and said,
so everyone discover the name of the other:

Tancredi:

Great is our misfortune of showing here
so much courage, so that silence is the cover. But since a lot
opposing
denies us the praise and the witnesses this feat would be worthy,
I beg you (whether in combat, there is room for prayer)
to tell me your name and your birth
so that I know, loser or winner,
who will I have the honor of my death or my victory.

Testo:

The cruel replies

Clorinda:

In vain you t'enquiers
From what I know to tell an enemy.
But who I am, you see before you
one of those who burned the great tower.

Testo:

At these words, Tancred ignites.

Tancred:

This deserves punishment.
And your words and your silence similarly excite me,
barbarous rude, revenge.

Testo:

Wrath returns to their hearts and pushes
although weakened, in combat. Ah!
the proud struggle in which the art of combat and already languishing
strength exhausted and where, in their place reigns the rage! Bloody
, covered with wounds,
the sword of one piercing the flesh from all parts of the other!
And if life does not vanish,
is that the anger in their heart holds it together. But that's what

arrival time fatal
where the life of Clorinda must reach an end.
From his sword, he bore the beautiful breast
iron sinks into and blushed blood flowing;
and gown embroidered with gold,
tenderly covering her delicate neck,
drenched with blood. Already, she feels coming next
death, her foot becomes weak, it falters.
Continuing his victory, he threatens and presses
this virgin hurt. In
subsiding, she utters a voice
dying his last words;
words dictated by a new spirit.
Spirit of faith, hope and charity.
The grace of God the world, and if He was rebellious
in life, in death she is his servant.

Clorinda:

Friend, thou hast conquered: I forgive you ... Forgive

you too, not the body that fears nothing,
but the soul of grace, pray for her and give me
baptism be erased so that all my sins.

Testo:

In this languid voice resonates
an accent so sad and so sweet
softened his heart, his wrath falls
and, despite himself, his eyes fill with tears.

Nearby, breast of a mountain gushed
muttering a small creek.
He runs, fills his helmet at the source, and returns
sadly fulfilling his pious office.
He feels his hand tremble as he releases and
bares his forehead still unknown.
He sees, recognizes, is speechless, motionless
. O fatal sight! O fatal recognition!

He does not die again, using
all the forces of his heart.
And despite the violence of his pain, he gives water
life the way he was killed by his sword.
Hearing the sacred words he utters,
she smiles, transfigured with joy,
and dying, seems to say, happy and serene:

Clorinde:

Le Ciel s'ouvre: je m'en vais en paix.

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The Combat of Tancredi and Clorinda

Source of the translation


Narrator:

Over the hills the maiden made her way
To find the safety of the town
He thought she was a man of great might
And her defeat would bring him honour

Orchestra: theme of the horse

The knight pursued her with a great noise
She heard him and stopped and said

Clorinda:

Why in such a hurry? It is better to ride quietly and easily. What are you carrying?
Narrator:
He answered

Tancredi:

War and death

Clorinda:

And war and death

Narrator:

She said

Clorinda:

Is what you will get from me
If you are looking for a fight

Narrator:

With that she stood fast
Tancredi quickly jumped from his horse
And on foot he met the maid
Their courage was hot, and both were in a fury
Both champions drew a sharp blade
Ran towards each other and began to strike
Like two fierce bulls provoked by rage, or love
The fight was wondrous to behold
Though hid in the bosom of the darkest night
The contest was worthy of royal lists and the brightest day
Worthy of a golden trumpet and a laurel crown

Orchestra: symphony

Oh Night! - let me their acts display
And make their deeds to future ages known
And in records of long enduring story
Let me enrol their praise, their fame, their worth, their glory

Orchestra: beginning of the battle

Neither shrunk back nor sought for better ground with fancy footwork
They both stood still, each rooted to the spot
Their blows were neither false nor feigned
The night and their rage would not let them fight with art
Their swords clash together with a dreadful sound
As steady as great trees they stand and neither stir nor start
They move their hands but steadfast their feet remain
Nor blow nor thrust they stroked in vain
Shame bred a desire for sharp revenge
And vengeance taken gave a new cause for shame
So that with more fury than skill they fought
They had enough fuel to feed the flame
At last, the battle was so fierce and even
They could not wield their swords, so fought up close
The clashed and swung their sword hilts
And helmet to helmet and shield to shield they crushed
Three times his strong arms he folds around her waist
Three times he was forced to let the maiden go
For she disdained to be embraced
No lover would have squeezed his mistress so
They took their swords again and each
Put deep wounds in the soft flesh of the strong foe
Until weak, weary, faint, barely alive
They both stepped back and gasped for breath
They look long at each other and stand resting on their swords
With sword points driven in the earth
When day break rising with a sudden light
Put out the eyes of blindfold night
Tancredi beheld the streaming blood of his foe
And the gaping wounds and waxed proud at the sight
O vanity of man’s unstable mind
Puffed up with every blast of friendly wind
Why do you celebrate? What shall be your gain?
What trophy do you want for this conquest?
Even if you live, your eyes will shed
For every drop of blood a sea of tears
The bleeding warriors remained leaning
The stood in silence, neither spoke a word
At last Tancredi broke the silence and said
(For he wanted to know with whom he fought)

Tancredi:

What bad luck we have, what bad fortune
Who in silence and in darkness clash
When the sun’s light and our comrades’ gaze
Should witness our prowess and our fame
If there is a place for words in war, grant me this
Tell me your name, your country and your estate
That I may know when the fight is over
Whom I have conquered, or who has conquered me

Narrator:

She replied

Clorinda:

You ask in vain, I am not telling
You can pray all you like, or try to use your might
But I will tell you this
I am one of those brave heroes
Who destroyed your tower with fire

Narrator:

Tancredi swelled with disdain at her proud words

Tancredi:

Everything you have said
Your boasting speech and your sullen silence
Has fuelled the anger in my breast

Orchestra: battle

Narrator:

Their anger redoubled they renewed the fray
Though their bodies were feeble the fight was fierce
Their strength and skill were gone
And fury alone kept them fighting
Their swords were bathed all over
In purple blood whenever they hit
And if their hearts were still beating
They only lived because they both disdained to die
But alas, now is the fatal hour
That her sweet life must leave her breast
He drives his sword deep into her chest
And bathed his sword in lukewarm blood
Between her breasts the cruel weapon cleaves
Her breastplate embossed with swelling gold
Her knees grow weak, the pains of death she
Feels, and like a falling Cedar bends and reels
The Prince stretched his hand upon her shield
And laid the wounded damsel on the earth
And as she fell, in a weak and woeful voice
Her last prayers and final words she said
Those prayers taught her a new spirit
One of hope, of charity and faith
And though her life was rebellious to Christ
Yet she died his child and handmaid dear

Clorinda:

Friend, you have won, but I forgive you, don’t save
This body that all torments can endure
But save my soul and baptise me before I die
Come wash away my sins with pure water

Narrator:

His relenting heart nearly broke apart
When he heard the sad words of that sweet creature
So that his rage, his wrath and his anger died
And salt tears of pity ran down his cheeks
A loud murmur was heard from the mountainside
And a little stream tumbled near the place
He ran to it and filled his helmet
And quickly returned to do the work of grace
With trembling hands her faceguard he undid
Which done he saw, and seeing, knew her face
And was speechless
O woeful knowledge, oh unhappy sight!
He did not die but gathered his last strength
And held in check the feelings in his heart
Torn with grief, with water he restores eternally
The life he took away with hard iron
And while the sacred words the knight recites
The maiden joyfully prepared for heaven
Decays And as her life, her Joys INCREASE
She Smiled and Said

Clorinda:

Farewell, I die in peace.

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The Combat of Tancredi et Clorinda

Source text

Text:

Tancredi Clorinda that a homo estimate
they want the weapons to try to compare
she should turn the 'Alpine summit
to another door, where d' enter offers. Here he

impetuous, so long before it reaches
, in the guise of weapons mayst proclaim
happens that she turns and shouts:

Clorinda:

O thou. that door,
is running?

Text:

Replies:

Tancredi

And war and death.

Clorinda:

War and Death 'havrai,

Text:

said.

Clorinda:

The refusal
not given, where the wheels stop and wait.

Text:

Tancredi It means that ch 'was at the bottom
has seen his enemy. usar horse, and falls. And the other contests
1'un'e iron sharp and pointed


pride and anger on;
and vans to meet late and slow steps
which two bulls and jealous rage burning.

Night, in which deep within the dark and you closed in
'forgetfulness made it big,
worthy of a clear sol, worthy of a full
theater, Sarian is memorable deeds.

it please ch 'e'n then draws the beautiful peaceful future
to explain the age and sends.
alive their fame, and among them the glory shining from the dark
your high memory.

not dodge, no parar.
They want to retreat but not them, it's part here dexterity.
do not give shots fake hor, hor full, hor low:
removes the shadow and 'the fury 1'uso art. Hear swords collide
orribilmenti
by the iron and 'no trace of the foot part:
always firm foot and the man always in motion, it falls
cutting in vain, it aims to vote. The shame
irritates the wrath of vengeance, and vengeance
then renews the shame:
waves always strike, always in a hurry and plague s'assiunge
stimulus novo nova.
D'hor hor more you mingle in a more restricted
do the fighting. oprar sword and does not help:
danse with apples. and raw and infelloniti
Cozzani together with the helmets and shields. Three times in the cavalier
tightens
woman with strong arms, and as many
then from those stubborn knots she scinge,

nodes fierce enemy and not a lover.
are back to the iron. and a dye and the other the
much blood and tired and panting and
these and even those at last retired, and after
worked hard breathing.
each other looks, and his lifeless body
on 'the pomo supports the weight of the sword. Already
de langue
1'ultima star radius on the first arbor, which is in the east lit.
see Tancredi in greater blood
of his enemy, and if not so much offended
enjoys it and proud. Oh our crazy mind that every
estolle aura of luck!
wretched. to enjoy that? Oh how sad and unhappy
fiano trumps the pride! Your eyes
pagheran (s'in life remains)
every drop of that blood a sea of \u200b\u200btears.
So silent and staring, these bloody warrior
quite necessary.
Tancred at last broke the silence and said because the
his name the other discovered:

Tancredi

Our misfortune is here though so would employ
values, where the silence cover.
But when fate comes ria we deny
Iode and witnesses and worthy of the 'deed I beg
(if inter-site weapons have the prayers)
that' s your name and 'l me you find out your status. Accio
ch 'I know of. or winners or losers, who
my death or victory my honor.

Text:

said the ferocious

Clorinda:

vain
get that which 'I have to make use of non-obvious.
But anyone who I be, you first see one of those two
that most tower on.

Text:

Arse of indignation at that saying, Tancredi Tancredi

:

And you said the wrong moment (indirect shooting) and
'thy speech, and' the silence seems to attract me,
barbaric discourteous, revenge.

Text:

Back to the anger in the chorus and transporting them
Although weak in the war. A fair battle!
U'l'arte in the notice, u'già strength and died.
where, however, both the fury of battle!
O blood and spacious
door is the one and the other sword wherever June
in arms and meat!
and if life does not come out, anger tienla chest unit.
But here Homa, the hora fatal
che'l came to live with his right to Clorinda.
he pushes the iron net fair bosom peak
who plunges e'l avid drinking blood;
and capacity, of that vague or quilt
breasts pressed close tender and mild,
the ungodly heat of a river. Elle already feels
morirsi, e'l footer lacks egro and languishing.
he followed the victory, and pierced the virgin
threatening stocking and press. She
as it falls, the voice afflicted
moving, said the words extreme
words, that to scratch her spirit points out,
spirit of faith, love, of hope:
virtues that God gives, and if rubella
in life was the means in death handmaid.

Clorinda:

Dude, you win. I forgive him ...
still forgive you, no body, nothing pave,
to 'alma si: ah! pray for her, and he gives me that every baptism
rnia fault lavas.

Text:

In these entries
languid echoes something of a weak and tender heart
unto him down and abate any anger,
and eyes to weep invites and effort.
Just so distant in the sense of a mountain ou
flowed murmuring little river. He
v'accorse and helmet in the ungodly source,
sad and returned to the general office and pious.
hear the man tremble, while the front is not known yet
broke up and find out.
He saw and knew: it was left
voice and motion. Ah sight! Ah know!
not died already, which received its Virtuti
all at that point and put them on guard at heart,
and pressing his grief turned to give life with water
those killed by the sword.
While he is the sound of 'sacred Dert disbanded.
trasmutossi her joy, and laughed, and
in place to die happy and lively
seemed to say:

Clorinda:

opens the heavens: I go in peace.