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CEMETERY

CEMETERY

looked like a garden cemetery
If they had not the trees with twisted branches
If cartouches broken not lying forgotten among
the thin grass and sparse
If tips arrogant obelisks
not scream their protest to the sky.
A blade of light like a spotlight
Or a knife, breaking the old darkness
corroded brass and mirrors on the chains
greenish
Around the loculi chipped.
E Pussino expect.

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haiku of no

The white foam
And the deep abyss.
I will live outside.

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gets up to heaven

A slope of blue-green water.

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Wrestiling Submission Female

dark woods
Acacia
blazing yellow and red.

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on broad river
slow Skip the junk. Fatigue
suit.

Milena Velba Breasts Smother

Single

Singles loneliness
Who alone has never been.

singular sense of confusion and horizons that seem closed.
single way of resuming
To live and grow after many
years.

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The train Chestnut

Today we will finally lead to Marradi with an old steam train built in 1914.

A journey of three hours because of puffs and clouds of black coal, old carriages, walking speed, but many suggestions, the blackened face of the driver-who had to stop at every oil the wheels-rods, the slow pace in the hills, the supply of coal and water, but above all your eyes and the feeling of wonder have you made hand, even just for one day, your favorite cartoon (Thomas train). Still

we are surprised to note how little is enough to make you happy and which have a special flavor, for you and for us, things done together!

We want you so much!

Dad and Mom

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Oltrepo '

The initial idea was not bad. The "Milani Group, led by Diablo, he would be in Borgo Priolo area (to be precise in location 'Torrazzetta) for a ride of sixty miles. I, Alexander, Alexander (yes', another Alexander, then there were 2 out of 4 in our group. Needless to note that this configuration was well suited to the area where we moved, on the border of Alexandria) and Matthias them Instead we engaged starting from Case Gerola, then adding a total of about forty km to their journey.

Our tour, note the mangy, especially small and useless appendix of Mondondone

Organize the path for the meeting would have been impossible for me to venture. But we had a group Alessandro "TomTom" Nostrils, a man - a map. One that 'look at a map of the Brianza and in a few minutes' capacity to draw a path for secondary roads which decimeter estimate accurately the length and height difference. In other words, a guarantee, if you count that then these are your areas. So 'we park the car shortly after the release of Casey Gerola, download the "beasts" and we start to walk behind our cheerful tread.

Alessandro TomTom

We had no pero 'come to terms with two factors: the fog the pathological topography of the area. The fog and 'an ugly beast to anyone. Disfigures the landscape and makes it unrecognizable even the streets of your own home. The topography dell'Oltrepo 'Then, the' killer. At each intersection there is' an indication to the place you want to reach. In fact, in Oltrepo 'each cluster built and' reachable from every other conglomerate built. Too bad that it gives no indication Street account of the altimeter. In short, what it takes to make signs like "Rocca de Giorgi: 14 km 250m Hm."? I mean 'there is much talk of green projects and bike paths but do we want to do, before that, the information cycle? Indications that you inevitably bump into on the streets of most traffic and also give you a minimum of information in more 'on what to expect: a long straight flat road or a micragnosa and knotted up and down?

Bends down and

Otherwise 'you're gonna get a Mondondone obvious, no? You can see it from the map above, Mondondone, and 'that sort of scribble down the red line of the route, as if the surveyor had momentarily fallen asleep with a pen on paper after Codevilla. He will be 'dormant, not us. We were just Codevilla, just out of the fog of misty low, and were trying to reach in time Torrazzetta to join the "group Milani.

After "downtown Codevilla" Alessandro tip sharply to the left, the road goes down a bit '. Booyah! ... But then begins to rise and more 'halls' tightens, more' halls' are narrower and more 'is steepening. You can not 'ride sitting' cause the bike rears up and if it stands up to the wheel slitta.Insomm, an agony. At one point we cling to the parking lot of a farm just before the town to seek the answer to a fundamental question: after the village but the road (or rather, the vertical segment of asphalt) continues or ends them '? We'll never know. In fact, we decide that we have had enough of this ridiculous effort to return towards Codevilla to request information. We find that the best way passing through the cemetery or perhaps merciful pawn shows us this direction by noting our terms after the failed attack on Mondondone.

The climb to the peak with 18%

fact is that we're late for an appointment with the other: we are in Montalto Pavese. Here I make an unforgivable mistake. I say to Alexander (TomTom) "they leave and they told us to join them in Montalto Pavese". Ouch ... I see a light in his eyes light up, "then we have to hurry .." What I interpret it right now: I gave him an excuse to give a frenetic pace to our "trip". And so 'e'. From here in Montalto Pavese (which in fact reached Fornacette and by 'just a little rise bastard not bad) and' pull a unique approach in the slight slope of the hill you ride more than 27 kmh and the slope is covered with a cheerful speed 'of 14 kmh. I sbanfo and puff and curse once more 'in order that the pouches will be revealed soon completely useless.

A Montalto there 'no one and, of course, there's no' even network coverage to contact the fugitives. So 'we opt for an alternative route: it goes up to Mount Caramel and then falls. And 'the sun came out, finally, and this season the streets dell'Oltrepo' is a sight: doth all the colors of autumn. Montalto and from 'a long descent that winds through the hills. We really fun to brush curves even if the road surface and 'really merciless with dropouts, but above all with our bottoms.

Once in the valley floor back to Carmine. The road rises gently first, then gradually slopes become more 'series. At the beginning chatting happily in 4, then gradually one after the other three items are switched off and the end, only Alexander to comment on a solo climb. We listen very carefully and with great sensitivity 'to avoid upsetting his soliloquy rather pointing out some heavy sigh stages more' dialectical.

I, then, are dramatic in reserve. Sara 'the lack of training, will be' poor breakfast, short dream sandwiches. At this juncture one can imagine the mythical pouches come into play. ERROR! The pouches, when needed, not needed. Nothing to do, I keep thinking about supplies of all kinds. But when I came to imagine the caponata with cabbage I realized it was indeed the case to make a stop. Like a mirage bar appears on the pass (which never comes .... in my condition). A sandwich with coca me up in the saddle.

da Costa Knights and the descent into Fortunago Godiasco

From here we decide that it 's time to point the bow toward self, toward Casei Gerola. The program therefore provides for: a bit down '(hopefully soon) valley until Godiasco and from there to' hit state in a slight descent to the car. Up to Godiasco all right: there are only a couple of collars too, but after all the hard work and 'on. From Godiasco however, the fun begins. The legendary wind rider, what you got in your face always, we welcome with joy as soon as the road levels.

The journey Oltrepo '

now we have passed the threshold of 90 km and my reserves of energy are really weak. I'm sneaking behind the tread, and when it is time to take over take the opportunity to write a subsidiary distracted behind the wheel and make a sign of assent and staid who convinced me before motioning as if to say "Go quiet , You can go ahead "and let me take it off. So the real rider friendly. And fortunately I do so 'because' at some point along this maze of country roads that have carried out every 200 meters and always against the wind, Alessandro 2, the long-distance rider to race, begins to pull a train at 36-37 mph. Controvento. I only have the strength to shout "u '... but are you crazy?" before being disconnected inexorably. Fortunately, Alexander 1, 'other things, pity' for me and induces long-distance rider at a pace more 'human. After the usual sequence of signs bastards ("Case Gerola 5" ... and after a while': "Casey Gerola 7" and so ' on) finally sighted the car.

Back in Milan 117 km and 1350m in altitude the cabbages, the respectable average of almost 27 mph. Unfortunately, the topography dell'Oltrepo bastard 'has prevented us from docking to the group Milani. Until next time.

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beautiful as a rainbow

"I hope not to end
dreams and the desire to realize some furious.
I hope you love what you have to love
and forget what you must not be forgotten.
I wish you passions. I wish you silences.
I hope you wake up to birdsong and laughter of children.
I wish to resist sinking,
indifference to the negative virtue of your age.
I wish above all to yourselves. "
(J. Brel)

Hole Where Tonsil Was

Clodius et Sgibernotà

"Who is' that tonic and long-haired cyclist pedaling alongside Gibernauta?" .. This Angera wondering around in this wet Saturday morning in October. But maybe not. Or perhaps the right question was "Who is' that cyclist overweight sbanfa painfully pedaling near Chiappucci?". Well, perhaps this was the right question. The question that brings the Gibernauta to his condition and also shows a special morning.

Saturday, thanks to the organizational and financial auspices of Claudius (neociclista and for this in full of the passion for two wheels) and the support of Milani Cycles, the Gibernauta along with other far more 'aggressive cyclists could complement its wheels to those of a true legend of cycling: Claudio Chiappucci.

El Diablo

It 's easy to imagine the thrill of being able to exchange four words in the saddle with one in France, thanks to his exploits in the Tour, and' more 'known to Petrarch and Cavour and call Clodius Sciapussì .

But first things first. Meeting in that of Capronno near Anger, at 10 the first Saturday in October.

Time and 'gray, has just stopped raining and the roads are more' that wet, really wet. We are located in twenty: there are toned legs and run-in and there are also the order of Gibernauta equipment used to maintain a high average weight of participants.

briefing before departure

Great display of bike Milani, more carbon 'I can not and aggressive geometry. Chiappucci has the tone of better days: 47 years and shows 10 of meno.Non and 'certain ex-prof imbolsito relegated to radio and television reviews. I would say that it will not be 'a walk.

The morning includes a circuit of about twenty km with a couple of hundred meters of altitude to complete 2 or 3 times

After a quick briefing Milani is in a group led by a man who, so to speak, he won stages in Tour de France, the Tour of Italy, won Giro del Piemonte and 'finished second in the Tour, was famous' cause you do not ever pulled back and will always attack, never mind the Schleck sparagnini of nowadays'. In short, a monument.

Discesina to Angera and then a little 'a slight slope. So far so good, the group proceeds compact. But then ', after a curve, we start the first ascent Taino.

Now, honor, and 'honor, even for a gibernauta, and the honor of gibernauta no rationality'. And so I find myself (my notwithstanding) to push the pedals on the side of the tread former professional, rising in absolute relaxation.

At one point a voice from behind is "... Claudio ... but at this rate you who have cardio?" .. And Clodius, seraphic, ".. mah .... I will be 'around 100 .. burn fat. "

I, that I have to burn fat pouches full, throwing a quick glance at my cardio, hoping to see a figure from aerobic metabolism. But the infernal machine ADJUDGED mercilessly "182 beep beep ...". Fortunately, these are all things short and tear in a sudden left turn in Taino and paves the way to save me from the impending stroke.

After the cars thin out the country, we head Slow with a gentle slope that allows a minimum of recovery. Having given my resources to fund aerobic (cleverly disguising the effort with a smile a bit 'stretched and not very relaxed nasal breathing) I gladly leave to others the task of gregarious and willing more' fitted me and I take refuge in the belly of the group that in the meantime and 'a little frayed.

Clodius' and a willing follower wheel which is attached to the Gibernauta (white helmet only comes out at the top right ..) Let's

near Capronno to complete the first lap. The ease 'with which El diablo ride and' disarming, in short, he makes another sport, and 'a different stuff. I movements are much more 'natural and fluid pedaling in skidding and' powerful and balanced. On the other hand El Diablo confessed that ended the year with the speedometer that marks 20 thousand and, when he was a professor, he macinva kilometers each year about 50 thousand.

Clodius victorious at the top of Sestriere

Me too, I thought to myself, I once had 50 thousand miles. Pero 'car, and more' years .. and after I had to also change the machine, 'cause she was tired. Meanwhile

'pedaling and gradually deals for the second time the ascent of Taino. Clodius proceeds cheerful and quiet, the guests ask the following suffering 'cause they have never accepted this invitation. But you go.

the road surface is' really slippery and it takes a lot of attention, especially on the descent before the tear in leading to the cemetery Capronno. On this tear in the second lap, Chiappucci decides to pick up the cardio at 101-102 and part of getting up on the pedals planting them 'all. I, driven by the spirit of suicide Gibernauta try to stay attached (obviously in vain) to think "ok, ', .... if we pull this lineage in the cemetery and' beautiful here than ready .. and then tumulatemi here, with ' epitaph "Exhale 'last breath chasing the wheel at the bottom Chiappucci ..".. question of Mr departure, not even have to write that while Chiappucci talking hands-free pedaling uphill .. "

Gibernauta concentrated

break photos and departure for the third round. Here you begin to highlight a certain joy a bit 'tight. On the first discesina see Claudius (Clodius not' but Claudio host-organizer) at the roadside stop for a puncture. The Gibernauta must have quick reflexes and quick thinking, and it nailed: "I'll help you!" Claudio "but ... I do not go alone." Too late. I had already 'Squaderno the contents of my package after drilling. And who can move me now? To change a tire takes me about ten minutes, so' I rest and then we will complete another round ovviamene not otherwise arrive late for dinner. So saving even a quintet of miles of effort. Excellent!

After a while 'attempts finally the wheel back in place and with Claudio we head back to Taino, slow and Capronno.

Here we will have a shower and, above all, a table spread in the more 'classic patterns of amateur rider: riding the fatigue and' the necessary preamble to the feast without regrets.

There 's also time to take a close look at a new creature Milani. The carbon in its extreme forms is not much injured excites me, 'but this is not carbon but rather' of Columbus XCR stainless steel. And the frame and 'a real beauty. Classical geometries, accurate and consistent welds, simple but great color glance. Me and 'loved it.

pure steel

the end for me were about 68 km and about 650 m in altitude, the astonishing average of just under 27 per hour (and there was not so to fit a wheel with a fund so 'slippery ..). Excellent output and, ultimately, Mr Sgibernotà performance in front of a legend on two wheels. The excellent final lunch whilst ensuring full recovery of the pouches in order.