Sunday, January 30, 2011

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Non ce lo meritiamo di Massimo Gramellini

A baseball pitcher of the team in Kansas City still had a year of the contract by 12 million dollars, but gave up because he was playing badly: he seemed to steal the salary and retired. Baseball stimulates thoughts evolved since the days of Charlie Brown. Nevertheless, I imagine that at this time crowds of doctors at the bedside of affollino Gil Meche to understand in what exact point of the neck to hit the ball. I hear the voice of cynical billionaire is a champion, you know that sacrifice! But the point is not the waiver (or at least 12 million have gained a certain amount for a nabob). AND 'motivation.

There will escape the effects of a similar example could have on the balance of the planet, in the case of spread of infection. If all managers with scarce refuse clearance which is accompanied port from the companies that have depleted their choices unfortunate. If the assumptions de-motivated, and recommended over-valued (three characteristics sometimes found in the same person) to resign with the words: "I would find it fair that my salary would go to that precarious that was working hard on me three times." If in fact every person, every circumstance of life, looks in the mirror with objectivity and drew the natural consequences, a phenomenon rather than always feeling misunderstood and the victim of a conspiracy, it is clear that the world would cease to be the funny crap that is . And, finally perfect, would dissolve in space by showing the sign: mission accomplished.

Saturday, January 29, 2011

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I moncherini degli alberi

Mi capita sempre più spesso di vedere i viali alberati sparire e dolermene di cuore.
L'ultimo che ho notato in ordine di tempo è quello d'ingresso alla città di Saluzzo che da un paio di settimane non fa più parte del panorama cittadino.
Percorrendo la strada ogni giorno infrasettimanale attendevo di poter vedere il viale alberato che passa di fronte alla stazione e che ora non esiste più.
La strada è sempre lei, con il suo letto di asfalto e bitume ma di quel quadro l'unica testimonianza è data dai moncherini dei tronchi e dal ricordo di trent'anni di ombra e paesaggio mutevole con le stagioni e le fioriture.
E' una cosa minima, quasi insignificante, ma è importante, è il segno del tempo passing, and while we speak of trees, the same sea that bathes Italy sees lean as possible protests and revolutions.

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No, no .... I just can not avoid to publish it here ... it's stronger than me.

It 's the first time listening so intently that translate sound. Because at the end of mica I know, I, the classical Arabic. Subhan Allah ... And yet, listening and ancora ascoltando, mi è parso di capire tutto. Sì. Ed ogni volta un brivido, tra il secondo 12 e il secondo 17, nel sentire quel giuramento.

Lo giuro per Allah che questo non appartiene alle azioni dei Musulmani!!




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E certo che il terrorismo non ha nulla a che fare con l'Islam. Al hamdulillah. Questi sono i Khawarij, una setta deviata. Furiosamente malati di Takfir, avanzano con i loro nashid inneggianti al jihad (oh, se solo sapessero cos'è in realtà il jihad legiferato!!).

Allahumma guidaci...che senza la Tua huda davvero andiamo perduti.


...lo giuro per Allah che questo non appartiene alle azioni dei Musulmani. Lo giuro!!

Sunday, January 23, 2011

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Last night I saw him again after years in concert Luca Morino, lead singer of the mau mau. It was the first time I saw him as a soloist and I was amazed. The voice is always that, the physical and commitment but also a touch of melancholy too (for my taste) made it slightly bitter in the back ground Cuneo a singer that I particularly liked. Who knows, maybe it's just the idea that fascinates me most right now: when a group of people turns his gaze toward the same goal works better and elide the gleanings of their being individuals.

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A Cuneo

http://www.video.mediaset.it/video/zelig/storici/203702/a-cuneo.html

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Speriamodinoforare

The diary of the guy who put me right especially of the wasp 74. In
bike around the world, alone with himself.

http://www.speriamodinonforare.com

Saturday, January 22, 2011

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La buccia del chinotto di Massimo Gramellini

A friend bitter smile: "Do not get delusions, potentially we are all like him and his court: trumpet and make money, interested only in basic needs, the chakras low, to put it in the way of you who meditate and do yoga. Yes, some dreams that bothered with a novel or go into a trance for a night of love under the stars exist as well, but the peel of bitter orange: peel thin, insignificant. "

Really? Indeed the majority of young people looks like that guy who makes his sister into bed of an elderly millionaire, "so we settle"? Truly the modern world is divided between fathers masters, willing to kill their daughters who dare to rebel, fathers and pimps that make you elbowing in the interception because "the others have gone before you, wake up." I may be naive, but I still see around dignity, even in many poor an envelope of € 5000 might have dreamed of, but would like to find the purse of her daughter those condizioni. Vedo donne e uomini pieni di vizi, ma che non invidiano lo stile di vita dei crapuloni e sognano di invecchiare con una persona amata al fianco e la musica di Mozart nelle orecchie. E quando, come ieri, alcuni lettori telefonano al giornale per segnalare che una luna mai così arancione è spuntata fra le colline e mi arriva sul tavolo la raccolta di poesie di una ragazza timida, allora penso che non è finita. Che la buccia del chinotto è più spessa di tutto il gas che le sta esplodendo intorno, in un enorme rutto di niente.

Thursday, January 20, 2011

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"Anche se giriamo il mondo in cerca di ciò che è bello, o lo portiamo già in noi, o non lo troveremo."
(Ralph Waldo Emerson)

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Ricetta per tutti i gusti

The recipe to mix a happy life requires a few ingredients, little things that allow a happy mix carefully.
The order in which they mix with each other is not important as long as the ingredients are natural and healthy, do not give rise to tensions and not take away the sleep and serenity. Mixed
therefore a bit of work (or hobbies) that takes time and thoughts, giving us the necessities of life, a bit of health that allows us to look to tomorrow without too many concerns and a pinch of love. True love, not by a companion, even to good friends and able to take their arms and warm heart.
If we can find the right balance between ingredienti troveremo tutta la dolcezza di cui abbiamo bisogno, il coraggio che a volte ci manca e molta della fortuna che a volte cerchiamo invano.
...quindi... mescoliamo!

Monday, January 17, 2011

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him (the driver), you (the Muslims) and the other (niqab)



Ricordo bene quel giorno. Poco prima della mia hijra.

Sequestrata su quell'autobus per due ore. Oddio, sequestrata...sarei potuta andare via tranquillamente, in verità. Però no, non l'ho fatto. Sapevo di dover restare lì sopra e di dover portare a termine il mio jihad.

Fermata sotto casa. Salgo insieme a M, destinazione la macelleria halal. Il tempo di arrivare alla fermata successiva e il conducente si alza, si rivolge a me con tono pacato e mi chiede di scendere dall'autobus, che così coperta non ci posso stare. Rispondo di no, che io non scendo.

Ok, a questo punto è lui che scende. Passeggeri arrabbiati, la maggior parte dei quali non si spiega il comportamento dell'autista. Il pullman rimane così fermo, la gente scende e aspetta quello successivo. Strada bloccata. Arrivano i colleghi della Gtt nel tentativo di dirigere il traffico. Sale un graduato e mi domanda cosa sia successo. Spiego. Lui, facendosi promettere di mantenere il riserbo sul quel nostro dialogo, appoggia la mia scelta e mi ricorda che ho il diritto di sporgere denuncia per quanto accaduto. Thank you, thank you indeed.

Waiting unnerving. M does not understand what we do, me and him, on that bus empty. It 's all our love, we paid the ticket.

go down and ask the driver how long it will employ the authorities to arrive. Reassures me, do not worry that they arrive. Equally phone to the Carabinieri. I replied that he had already taken over the matter, that someone will come shortly thereafter.

Here they are, what a relief, salt and a young man in uniform asked me an ID. Do not ask me to show their faces, it is I propose to do so. Look at the photo with little attention and nods, then drops and goes to the steering wheel.

Ok lady, everything a posto, ci scusi. Di nulla. E' solo che ormai la macelleria è chiusa.

Islamica col velo, autista blocca il bus

A distanza di mesi succede di leggere questo articolo. E di ricordare il giorno dopo l'accaduto, quando mi sono recata alla Gtt per sporgere una denuncia, per procedere per vie legali. E di come sono stata accolta, delle scuse che mi sono state proferite dai dirigenti e dallo stesso conducente (che, a quanto mi dissero, avrebbe subito un provvedimento disciplinare). E della promessa che episodi del genere non sarebbero più accaduti ( perchè la discriminazione non fa parte della our ethics) and that if I ever needed anything, that was the name of the guy and that was the number of his office.

moves me, now, the thought of the humiliation suffered by her sister. Then the law 152 of 1975, let's face it, is relevant to a certain point. In fact, the 3076 ruling of the State Council in 2008, recognized the legitimacy of the cover is the face as implementation of a tradition of certain populations and cultures (obviously I agree with this definition ... the niqab has deep reasons religious, not cultural).

Take your coach, sisters, come down the line. Until the end. This is just dunya. The destination Last is to Allah.

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

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L'australiana

Il primo giorno non è male, stai a letto tranquillo, hai caldo e freddo a distanze temporali esigue ma ti accompagna anche l'idea che in un paio di giorni sarai nuovamente in piedi, più forte di prima.
Il secondo giorno la febbre sale e di li non scenderà praticamente più fino alla guarigione, tu ti godi ancora il letto e il piumone ma inizi a sospettare che non saranno due giorni.
Di li in poi non vedi l'ora che finisca il malanno, che la sanità italiana possa tornare a quei tempi in cui se uno stava male qualcuno looked at him and visited him (now the duty doctor is not uncomfortable for a fever, even at 39 external) and that the holidays are not all in bed.
Then when the fever comes down, run to the doctor, you do take a few days of each other and hope to be able to tell because you have not healed just more will to fight against yourself even though you know those two extra days at home, could hardly hurt.

Monday, January 10, 2011

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for a piece of bread are

Police shoot and shoot again. Solidarity with the Tunisian people. The bread riots, they call it. Allah-ul-Musta'an.



The exasperation of a people leads to revolt. Yet I can remember a few things .... then you may as well send me to draw. But I say the same.

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The victims: fourteen, twenty, twenty-eight ... maybe fifty. As usual we do not know. Sites blocked, censorship, closed mouths. And no action. May Allah subhanahu wa ta'ala the Tunisian people free from this agony. Allah-ul-Musta'an.

Sunday, January 9, 2011

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Mujahid, wearing the niqab Islamic


prejudices. To be discredited, it would be even now.

Niqab: an obligation to the believing women (ok, ok .... there is a position that affirms both mustahabb and not wajib, but if you allow me I cling to that che ritengo evidente - ovvero che sia un obbligo).

Superiore colei chi indossa il niqab rispetto a chi indossa il khimar?! Chi lo dice?! La gente. I Musulmani...ops, le Musulmane (che non lo indossano) soprattutto. Ya Allah!!!

Blog, forum, social network, moschee...questo è il luogo comune dilagante. La donna che copre volto e mani si considera superiore (in cosa, poi?!) alle altre donne.

No, scusate....ma da cosa si deduce?! Forse perchè ci permettiamo di diffondere il pensiero che sia un obbligo?! O forse perchè lo difendiamo a spada tratta?! Dai, spiegatemi...qualcuno tiri fuori un poco di coraggio and explain to me.

know how many sins committed women with niqab? As many women do not wear it. We are mere mortals, eh.

Ok, I speak for me. Often I can not pray the salawat Nawafil (fajr excluded). Captain days when I read no more than an hour of Qur'an. It happens that I forget to recite the dhikr primary (entrance to the bathroom, wake-up alarm, etc.).. It 'a long time that I learn a surah or some ayat. I do not know the Arabic language (in spite of my hijra have not yet been able to prepare). I say uffa and also that balls, only to realize the mistake and not well adapted to the language and try to correct with a istighfar ( and repeat endlessly the isti'adha). Is happening to me to travel alone ... I do not have a mahram, but that does not save me from sin that I commit nor justified. Not to mention the role of my mother ... I feel inadequate in part, to that effect. I feel I am missing something, to err on the other. And my children no, I'm not perfect. Just as it is not their mother. But I always pray to Allah subhanahu wa ta'ala make it better. And I do Tawba and istighfar. Sujud that never ends.

Why the niqab is a veil of magic that makes you the best of Muslims. Not so. We know. There are others to think otherwise. Women cry alla superiorità, gli uomini si creano troppe aspettative. Ed è tutta una bolla di sapone, alla fine.

Sono Mujahida, indosso il niqab. Ho un pessimo carattere. Commetto peccati. Sono una madre mediocre. E quindi no. Non sono affatto superiore a te, sorella, che tanto detesti questo niqab.

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

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The tree does not despair if a leaf falls to the ground in autumn, is the most elegant of the natural world.

Osho

Sunday, January 2, 2011

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The first thing you read in the New Year! Words and music by Edward Jackson (and others, some less nice!).

I live in the sky on the other side of the moon
Where dreams fly in search of fortune
Turn on the stars and this is my job
I do at night ... the stellar
Uacciu-uari uari-au-ci-ci-bum bum-
Uacciu uari uari-ua-us-bum-bum

us imagine how many stars are
And I make a great effort to turn them all
Down and Out in the universe continuously
Why are the stars and dreams I can leave it off
Oh no ... oh no ...
And then you turn on the stars know how to do
For every star that shines a dream born
Turn on the stars, lighter than you
the stars are all the dreams that we us.

Uacciu-uari-uari uacciu-ua-ua-uari-uari
Uacciu-uari-uari uacciu-ua-ua-uari-uari

Just like a star every dream seems far
But it is much closer than we think
And you have to do really believe that
I think to the stars ... do not ever let off!
Oh no ... oh no ...
Then turn on the stars you know how to do
For every star that shines a dream born
lighters light up the stars as you can
the stars are all the dreams that we do.

Uacciu-uari-uari uacciu-ua-ua-uari-uari
Uacciu-uari-uari uacciu-ua-ua-uari-uari

Now ask me if you want to do great
I know what to say, I know what to dream
Turn on the stars, this will be my job
I do too .... And then the stellar

Turn on the stars you know how to do
For every star that shines a dream born
Turn on the stars as you can
lighters on the stars are all the dreams that we do.
Turn on the stars as you can

Lighter Light the stars!