Sunday, March 13, 2011

Install Generator Travel Trailer

Participate in a foot race: now a luxury? (2) jogging Marche

Enough with the handouts "gold plated" Stop with the race packs ultra-luxury, enough with the cost-reimbursement for the usual semi-professionals (or professionals in all) of running on the road, no more expensive chips and systems Timing ... Enough of these crazy fees apply to us runners amateurs!

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Saturday, March 12, 2011

Pinky With Black Hair

Dissidia 012: Duodecim Final Fantasy

Dissidia 012: Duodecim Final Fantasy PSP 012 Dissidia: Final Fantasy Duodecim is a 3D fighting game featuring all the characters in this saga of Square Enix.
is not the first time that the characters of Final Fantasy are actors in a role-playing game: after seeing them in some action games this is the time of the fighting with no holds barred. During the game as a reward you'll be shown several video clips that will be used to fill the empty spaces left in the plot.
Above we showed you the cover of 012 Dissidia: Final Fantasy Duodecim, while below we show the video with the trailer for this game for PSP



Fighting Games PSP

If you like fighting games for the PSP then take a look also at Fatal Fury , Dragon Ball Z: Tenkaichi Tag Team , BlazBlue: Calamity Trigger Portable , Naruto: Ultimate Ninja Heroes 3 , Steamboat Chronicles: Battle Tournament , Fate / Unlimited Codes and Tekken 6.

Games of the week

These are the other reviews that we published this week: Galaxy II Online , Gray Matter, Top Spin 4 , Okamiden , Secret Agent Clank , Sovereign: Kingdoms, Hyperdimension Neptunia and Dragon Age Legends.

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Dialogue with a Pleiadian

Molte persone si aspettano sempre un'invasione aliena, non pensando che invece siamo invasi da sempre, fin dalla creazione della nostra specie per merito loro. Gli alieni sono gia' qui, tra di noi sulla Terra e addirittura dentro di noi in forma spirituale.

Anche molti di voi che leggete potreste sentirvi non appartenere a questo pianeta e percepire che la vostra origine sia molto lontana da qui. Quando, fin da bambini, osservavate il cielo stellato, potreste magari essere rimasti affascinati da una costellazione in particolare, come le Pleiadi o Orione, e aver pensato che quella sia la vostra provenienza. E non per questa ragione dovete necessariamente aver avvistato un UFO ed essere stati protagonisti di un rapimento alieno (abduction).

Just one such case we are dealing with now. It is proposed below the transcript of a guided visualization (the second) carried out on a friend in order to open a communication with his spirit (or Spirit Guide Spirit Super-Alien) of Pleiadian origin.

Some questions and answers have been aggregated and summarized to facilitate the reading and transcription work. I do not provide any comments and personal interpretation, at least for the moment, the chance to give 'everyone to think for themselves and form their own idea about it.


[...]

How did you do?

an energy, a light that shines.

What's your name?

*** (Name Pleiadian censored for privacy reasons)

How old are you?

E 'indefinable, they are always there, and' like you do not age '.

What 's your source?

It 's very far.

Where do you come from?

the Pleiades.

What planet?

Antea.

How 'done?

similar to Earth.

E 'physical as the Earth?

Yes'.

And I 'which people live?

similar to humans.

What they look like?

A little 'more' big.

How high?

Almost two meters.

How 'organized society' on that planet?

There 'organization as you say, everyone has a job to pursue, there is' a leader who is not' a boss, there is' harmony, and everyone knows what 'the its task.

And these people are natural to the Pleiades as we land?

Yes'.

and how long 'town il pianeta Antea?

Milioni di anni, piu' della Terra... Sono secoli, secoli terrestri... C'e' stata un'evoluzione maggiore della Terra.

Il tempo scorre diversamente li'?

Si', scorre diversamente... Rispetto ai terrestri e' piu lento.

Ci sono altri pianeti abitabili sulle Pleiadi?

Si', c'e' un'immensita' di pianeti, alcuni sono piu' piccoli, altri sono pianeti desertici, non c'e' vita.

E sulle Pleiadi siete tutti della stessa fazione?

La matrice e' comune ai Pleiadiani, ma le razze possono esser diverse.

E siete tutti d'accordo?

There 's a faction and that' s a bit far from the common principle.

What 'this faction?

This faction and 'in contact with those of Orion.

And it 'a faction hostile or positive?

leggermemnte are hostile, not really hostile but dissociate.

What changes than you?

Change that they do not want intrusion.

But you?

us', we want everything to be unified at the universal level.

And why?

Because 'everyone has a beginning one. But

all can agree ... No

the opposing faction is not 'agree.

And what are they?

try to distract.

always those of the Pleiades?

Yes'.

And those of Orion you know them?

I know but I have to do with them.

Who am I?

are much 'bigger than us, they almost reptilian aspects, the facts are different, some have long beards, there is' a mixture of things.

There are so many people?

Yes', are so many factions.

on different planets?

On many planets, but there and 'in a particular hidden by a nebula of Orion.

And those who live on that planet?
manipulators are those of the minds.

What they look like?

not have a physical appearance, and 'an energetic force.

not ever show a body?

The manifest to create doubts.

And that body occur?

a human body.

What they look like?

what type of land ... Fake hair, brown eyes with lenses that cover the eyes, another 2 or 3 feet ... There is a faction that the servants of these are very small.

How are the facts?

They have a big head and are very lean and thin ... One meter high and five feet, greenish-gray.

And they live on Orion?

They live on Orion and the Earth are from other planets, are a wandering people ... In the service of others ... Do not get along with those of the Pleiades.

And those fake humans interact with us earthlings?

Yes', is to create confusion with you ... They create havoc, they want to take over the Earth, forming a colony.

And these beings are those who come to adductions the land?

Yes', these are, but they are also those of the Pleiades, with a different purpose.

those of your faction?

Yes'.

To what purpose are those of the Pleiades?

to teach, to understand, to learn ... Then come back to Earth.

The land that are taken are taken to the Pleiades?

Yes', and then come back to Earth.

Physically?

Yes', physically.

How are you doing?

E 'space ... You can not understand, but it 's a matter of moment, is dematerialized energy of the person, and is brought back to Earth and the Pleiades.

And how did you decide to get involved in the earth's population?

To make them understand that the Earth is running out of time. Otherwise

not understand?

No.

And what do you get?

Unification, a single people ... We get peace and universal love.

Who has committed to do this?

The essence ... A higher being who you call God

How 'did he?

It has no form.

When you do the intake, you also do surgery?

No.

and plants?

No.

And those of Orion they do it?

Yes' to manipulate minds.

And you are in opposition to them?

Yes'.

What do you do to combat it?

Create a universal mental strength.

And those of Orion are interested in the souls of the land? No

affects the mind.

And adductions made by them, as they are made?

are taken when the majority people sleep ... Do not realize it.

and being taken on Orion?

They do not wear them on the Orion, there 'a nearest base, could be the moon or Mars, the planets are very close.

How 'made the home planet as those of Orion?

It 's a gray-red.

And how they are organized in society '?

Li 'there is a hierarchy, with all factions of the hierarchy.

And originally you of the Pleiades and Orion were those of a common matrix?

The source was common all over ... And then 'started to be separated for different ideas.

It was the home planet to the Pleiades or Orion?

the Pleiades.

And on Orion which other aliens are hostile towards us?

There are forms that seem to animals with a corporate 'human look like dragons, lizards, strange beings.

And they took that home?

have evolved differently, there 'was a cross between different breeds.

E hostile aliens on Orion know them?

They have a vertical pupil ... Hair color gray-green-brown, not 'a well-defined color ... Gray-green skin ... They love to be in contact with the natura, vicino all'acqua, laghi e fiumi...

E questi esseri vivono con gli umanoidi ostili?

Si', vivono con gli umanoidi ostili, ma non si fanno guerra tra loro.

Sullo stesso pianeta?

Si'.

E questi sono positivi o negativi nei nostri confronti?

Per il momento sono neutri, si adatteranno al vincitore, non hanno fazioni, non si pronunciano.

E interagiscono con noi?

Poco, a livello dei sogni.

A che scopo lo fanno?

Per far capire che esistono anche loro e che ci sono altre forme di vita nell'universo... They have no purpose of interfering with the land.

adductions do not?

No, they did not.

know other hostile aliens on Orion?

Orion on no ... What I see and 'energy from your own Sun, as a plasma ... A force of energy, a floating form.

are living beings?

Yes', are living beings ... The Sun and 'a living thing.

And they interact with us earthlings?

These interact with the Earth.

How do they interact?

In terms of adoption and mind.

Ed e' un'interferenza positiva o negativa?

Sono positivi.

E cosa fanno per noi?

Accelerano il tempo per i cambiamenti.

Chi li ha incaricati?

Lo stesso Dio universale.

Sopra la vostra gerarchia dei Pleiadiani ci sono altre razze piu' importanti?

Non ci sono razze importanti, sono menti, hanno evoluzione diversa con scopi diversi... Quello piu' importante e' il Dio universale.

E altre razze tra voi Pleiadiani e il Dio universale ne conosci?

Questo non me lo fanno dire... Non siete pronti a capire.

There are aliens physically present on Earth?

is 'yes', there are none.

Where are they? This is not

I can tell you, because you would you use it against us, both good and bad.

There are also Pleiadians you on Earth?

Yes', there are of us Pleiadians. You

bases under the sea?

We can be under the sea or under the earth, but you will not know where we are, not 'yet now, we'll see then.

How come you see?

Did you know ... All you'll see. Among

How long?

You can not 'live in function of time, just know that we will come and you will see us, but do not know when.

But you are already 'on Earth ...

Yes ', for centuries we are already' on Earth.

And on Earth there are aliens on both sides?

Yes'.

How do you feel in your body where you are currently experiencing?

A little 'good and a little' no, like everyone else.

There are disagreements?

Sometimes it '... Not understanding.

you feel comfortable with your soul?

With my Soul '.

land We can lose your soul?

No, the soul is not lost.

know if there are aliens trying to take away our soul?

Take away energy.

And are those of the opposing faction?

Yes'.

This body in which you currently have you chosen?

Yes'.

Why did you choose?

Why 'and I' congenial.

And before you get in this body where you were?

the Pleiades.

And the body such as the Pleiades and 'done?

Similar to this, but more 'high ... And with almond eyes.

And as the pupil and 'made?

Rotonda, not 'vertical. And how

and 'finished?

willingness to 'mine, for posting ... To start the mission on Earth.

And then you come here?

It '... We are a nation of travelers ... A piece of land you come from the Pleiades.

Why come here?

To not let you fall under the domination of other human intruders.

Who are the intruders?

beings who want to live here ... Their world is crumbling.

From where?

From a cold and dark universe, beyond the confines of our universe.

And they be positive or negative?

Negatives.

They can come here?

Yes', here are my thoughts.

And you oppose them?

It '... We come to Earth to increase your awareness. The

you chose to come to Earth?

Yes', I chose to come here ... To help the land.

You could also go to another planet?

No, I already had 'the idea of \u200b\u200bcoming here.

Why right here?

Why 'the Earth' planet that has more 'need help.

There are other Pleiadian instead go to other planets?

Yes', but most of them are on Earth ... It 's the main planet to help at this time.

And sooner or later you will also return to the Pleiades?

Yes'.

[...]


A thanks to my friend who allowed me to publish this transcript of the utmost importance.


Tuesday, March 8, 2011

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Saturday, March 5, 2011

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Jikandia: The Timeless Land

Jikandia: The Timeless Land PSP Jikandia: The Timeless Land is a classic role-playing game for the PSP. This game was developed by Opus Studio and produced by Aksys Games and will be out in stores around mid-March. A
Jikandia people lived in peace and serenity in a world without time. The arrival of evil creatures, however, has destroyed this balance, bringing chaos to the magical village. The only hope for restoring order is to convene nine heroes from the world of the future. Thus begins the magical adventure of these children and in particular Al, the guy who will understand ben presto di avere lui il compito di cercare i suoi amici e di portare a termine la missioni per la quale sono stati convocati.
Qui sopra vi abbiamo mostrato la copertina di Jikandia: The Timeless Land, mentre qui sotto vi facciamo vedere il video con il trailer di questo gioco per PSP:



Giochi di ruolo per PSP

Se vi piacciono i giochi di ruolo per PSP allora date un'occhiata anche a Giochi PSP di guerra: I più belli di sempre , Ys I & II Chronicles , Lord of Arcana , Ys: The Oath in Felghana , Z.H.P. Unlosing Ranger vs. Darkdeath Evilman , Knights in the Nightmare and Cladun: This is an RPG .

Games of the week

These are the other reviews that we published this week: Gourmet Ranch, Knights Contract , Fit in Six , Super Monkey Ball 3D , Scooby-Doo! First Frights , Shadow was , Yakuza 4 and Elemental: Fallen Enchantress .

Monday, February 28, 2011

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Sunday, February 27, 2011

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Gods Eater Burst

Gods Eater Burst PSP Gods Eater Burst is the successor of God Eater, PSP game of 2010 that the public had been so successful. It is a science fiction game of action and adventure for the PSP developed by Namco Bandai Games and produced by D3Publisher. Usually
species who flees when he sees a monster, however, in Gods Eater Burst, your task will be to hunt them down and then kill them. In fact, as a type of gameplay is very similar to Monster Hunter game blockbuster, but in this case has been made a lot of attention to the plot of the game and the customization of its protagonists and their weapons. The animals that are occupying the land are so enormous that you will not mind having someone for help during this hunt: This game, in fact, includes a multiplayer mode for up to 4 players simultaneously.

Above we showed you the cover of Gods Eater Burst, while here below we show the video with the trailer for this game for PSP



Action Games for PSP

If you like action games for PSP then take a look also at PSP Games War: The most desirable , Bakugan: Defenders of the Core , Gladiator Begins , Ben 10: Alien Ultimate Cosmic Destruction , Thor Young, Kingdom Hearts: Birth by Sleep and Patapon 3 .

Games of the week

These are the other reviews that we published this week: Monopoly Millionaires , Disney Sing It! Pop Hits , Fight Night Champion , Major League Baseball 2K11 , Radiant Historia , Viva Dungeon, Raid Dungeon , Bulletstorm and The Darkness II .

Sunday, February 20, 2011

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Giochi PSP di guerra: I più belli di sempre

of war games for the PSP have come out a lot, now we want to create a list of the most beautiful ever. Pride of place belongs to course Metal Gear Solid: Peace Walker , the action-adventure game created by Kojima in partnership with Konami and released in June 2010. The storyline in this game is amazing, as well as incredible gameplay in multiplayer, really satisfying. This is certainly one of the most beautiful games ever for the PSP that has ever been created.

In second place we find another series title Metal Gear Solid, these Metal Gear Solid: Portable Ops , the game of war, action and adventure for the PSP ever created by Kojima in collaboration with the Konami, this game was released in December 2006. Technically this game is impeccable and his game in multiplayer mode is particularly rich and exciting.

In third place are Syphon Filter: Dark Mirror , the shooting game created for the PSP and survival by SCEA and published in March 2006. The graphics and sound effects for this game are high level and its playability is very high.

Al ranks fourth in the war games for PSP are the most beautiful ever Socom: U.S. Navy SEALs Fireteam Bravo , created by Zipper Interactive and released in November 2005. The games on the website, as well as being characterized by a variety of different environments, has the trump card in a game in multiplayer mode can support up to 16 players simultaneously. Worthy of reporting is also the second chapter of this series.

In fifth place we find Resistance: Retribution , the sci-fi shooter game for PSP created by SCEA and released in March 2009. The story of this game is told in a very engaging, it's also a really fast-paced shooter.

the sixth place we Syphon Filter: Logan's Shadow , the shooter game for PSP created by SCEA and released in October 2007. This game features a good storyline, lots of weapons available to the player multiplayer and a solid and well-functioning.

the seventh in the rankings are Field Commander, the game of war and turn-based strategy for PSP created by Sony Computer Entertainment and released in May 2006. The control system of this game is very den done and the level editor makes it virtually infinite.

eighth place we Killzone: Liberation , the game of war and sci-fi shooter for the PSP developed by Guerrilla and produced by SCEA, released in October 2006. This is a game very well done, with many weapons and many missions to accomplish, an action game shooter and really very satisfying.

the ninth place among the finest games for PSP Metal Gear Acid 2 are , the game of action and strategy made by Kojima and produced by Konami, released in March 2006. The gameplay of this game has been completely revitalized and as a side dish you can find a soundtrack really charming and a very good level of graphics.

At the end of this ranking with war games for the PSP the most beautiful ever find Tom Clancy's Ghost Recon Advanced Warfighter 2 , characterized by a graphic very nice but a bit 'penalized by the controls a bit difficult and from a lack of longevity.

shooter games for PSP

If you like shooter games for the PSP then also take a look at Tom Clancy's Ghost Recon Predator, The 3rd Birthday , Zero Cho Aniki , SOCOM: U.S. Navy SEALs Fireteam Bravo 3 , Strikers 1945 Plus Portable , Army of Two: The 40th Day and Metal Gear Solid: Peace Walker .

Games of the week

These are the other reviews that we published this week: Glory of Rome, Star Wars The Clone Wars: Republic Heroes, Test Drive Unlimited 2 , Trackmania: Race to Build , Nintendo DS: The most beautiful of 2010 , Fantasy Games Online: The best games of the moment , Ridge Racer Accelerated , Giochi PS3 di azione: La classifica dei più belli di sempre e Giochi PC di Avventura: I più belli degli ultimi 10 anni .

Saturday, February 19, 2011

When To Take Alprazolam Before A Flight

Phantom Brave: The Hermuda Triangle

Phantom Brave: The Hermuda Triangle PSP Phantom Brave: The Hermuda Triangle approda su PSP con tanti nuovi ed esclusivi contenuti. Questo gioco fantasy di strategia a turni per PSP è stato sviluppato dalla Nippon Ichi Software e prodotto dalla NIS America.
Dopo essere uscito su Playstation 2 ed essere poi trasportato più recentemente su Wii, questa è la vosta della Playstation Portable. In questa nuova edizione faranno la loro apparizione anche nuovi personaggi sul quale al momento, però, non si hanno informazioni.
Qui sopra vi abbiamo mostrato the cover of Phantom Brave: The Hermuda Triangle, while below we show the video with the trailer for this game for PSP



strategy game for PSP

If you like strategy games PSP then take a look also at Tactics Ogre: Let Us Cling Together , Legends of War: Patton's Campaign , Worms: Battle Islands, Harvest Moon: Hero of Leaf Valley , Savage Moon: The Hera Campaign , PixelJunk Monsters Deluxe and Disgaea 2: Dark Hero Days .

Games of the week

These are the other reviews that we published this week: Diner Dash , Cars Race-O-Rama , Xbox 360 Games To Go: the most anticipated of 2011 , Games Wii Shooter: The ranking of the most beautiful ever , Dragon Quest VI: Realms of Revelation , The Lord of the Rings Online: Rise of Isengard , Raging Thunder 2, Test Drive Unlimited 2 and The Cursed Crusade.

Monday, February 14, 2011

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Participate in a foot race: now a luxury? CRM

With the rising (or perhaps I should speak of "levitation !) The cost of subscriptions to homegrown Running races, I was reminded of this article, with related comments, published on the website of " Podistidoc.it " (click on logo): just set up a Committee Amateur Runners Agonists Pro Cancellation Fees or Registration better:

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Sunday, February 13, 2011

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February 13, 2011 - Running from Dogliani home

Una giornata anomala, già nella sua genesi. L'ha partorita, cullata e cresciuta Matteo, questa volta, l'idea: una pensata che nemmeno la mia mente bacata avrebbe potuto escogitare. Vegeto sul sedile passeggero, un po' addormentata, un po' infiacchita per colpa della giornata bigia, buia, umida. Non si vede ancora, che sarà bigia e buia ed umida, per la verità; in questa stagione, un po' prima delle sette, è normale che la luce si faccia attendere. Già prima di abbandonare l'amena terra carmagnolese, nel furgone è calato un silenzio di tomba: un recupero di sonno in extremis, per me; la paralisi del terrore, per Matteo, che, tra meno di un'ora, sarà costretto ad affrontare le conseguenze della sua sconsideratissima found. You can park in Dogliani

along the way up to Bossolasco, but still in the country, its junction with the road that goes in Monforte d'Alba. The ritual of dressing, to Matthew, is a long and troubled, but today, all things considered, I do not mind a few moments to enjoy even the illusion of warmth of the seat. It's cold and there's even hope for a ray of sunshine, at least to listen to the weather. More dazed than ever, I look at the small park and fountain, strictly dry this season, and trunks and gnarled branches and big bare plane trees. The van is still here and we walk back to Carmarthen, of course. And not for the direct route, of course: including Via Monforte, Gallo, La Morra, Pocapaglia, Sommariva Perno, Ceresole. The idea I like, I liked immediately when I read the proposal via e-mail, give me many miles to run and I am glad you do ... At the same time, however, to propose that surprised me was just Matthew. Of course, I have no doubt that he is able to complete the crossing, and here I say here again, that Satan does not suffer anything, you would step on a truck trailer rather than surrender. But when I was in the past to encourage it to long distances on asphalt, just thinking about attacking a quacking like all the geese of the Capitol put together, giving the more imaginative and elaborate excuses to escape the torture. We are here today and decided him ... I do not argue and I adjusted. It is part and, of course, no going back. So I know that, sooner or later, a one hundred kilometers on asphalt will try it too ... E 'Fatal Attraction, you can not escape. We set off at a trot, with backpacks on their shoulders: that of Matthew is a reasonable size, mine is just enormous, even though almost empty. It starts rising, the last languid look in the window of the bakery on the corner: produces true delights, the shop, but, apparently, does not open on Sunday morning. Better this way: dealing with the rise of a cubic kilometer of flat bread on the stomach could possibly be annoying.
The road along a valley wild soft, made even darker by the blanket clouds. Few houses, speaking of cold and damp walls down here, a dog barking in the yards; vegetation gone, winter, tangles of brambles. The sides of the hill, white patches of sand that crumbles slowly down and ruin. You talk, although I still struggling a bit 'to escape the grip of sleep ... And I have not figured out how to throw today, if my legs will turn the grace of good or not. The road, black rain, begins with a hint of soft curves and draws up the hills, a stone bridge, an arch that is a small masterpiece, gives me the transition to a strategic spot for a break. On my way, I download some branch bump on his head a shower of rain. To Now, that does not come from heaven, even if the air is so humid that your clothes and your hair is already wet. Matthew attaches quickly the work of the jaws, before we reached the point where the road turns sharply to the right and starts to climb, taking us away from the valley floor, offering a bit 'air, more light. The sky is a bit 'less gray, but only because the sun has risen. It 's the first climb of the day and is far from tricky: it can run smoothly and without stopping to chat. The cold is gone and has been replaced by a bath of sweat, but unfortunately there is no alternative, but to undress and put on any slope reversal. Now I am happy, I would say almost euphoric. I know every inch of this road, for having worn tires of the bike, even though I step down here. Those little bumps, soon gems that dot the branches of fruit trees, the tiny blue flowers on the roadside, the cascade of yellow forsythia on the pylon of a house is well exposed, everything seems to belie the threats of the thermometer: scratch all you want, dear winter, you are now running out. Few car is still too early for the tourists. Those few that are around this season for the Langhe are materialized at lunch. The greyness flattens the landscape. In the twinkling of us in Monforte. Amazing how many details escape not only to those traveling by car, but also those who ride a bike, the rich and beautiful facade of the Duomo is not an image of the second floor ... Yet I had never seen, or rather, never observed carefully, passing a bicycle. I could say that there is a church, yes, but nothing more. Moreover, repeated close encounters with the asphalt or the plate of the car I was convinced of the opportunity to keep their eyes glued to the road.
The town center, nice and tastefully renovated, is still deserted, with only a few passing cold, with the daily newspaper under his arm. My nostrils, infallible as those of a truffle hound when it comes to picking up food scents, come alive the intense smell of croissant: it is better to spin out of here, and quickly, before the temptation to take over. Take the turning towards Castiglione Falletto, past buildings built right on the edge, facing the panorama of Langa, and to Monchiero Novello. Certainly the engineers have made the necessary accounts to ensure the stability of the buildings, but I do not buy a home and of course, already having only the ease with which the asphalt of the streets around here every slide down rain. And they are horrible, these buildings have nothing to do with the environment that surrounds them. Regret useless, so now is the same everywhere. There remains only a meager relief: gi eyes dei posteri, nemmeno troppo lontani, probabilmente non saranno aggrediti dall'orrenda visione di questo ed altri anche peggiori scempi. Se buona parte delle nuove costruzioni, spuntate dal nulla a tempo di record, sono state erette con gli stessi "criteri" che ho visto, per lavoro, applicati in molti, troppi edifici nuovissimi in Carmagnola e dintorni... Quelle strutture non dureranno a lungo.

Seguire la strada principale per Castiglione, oppure scendere a Gallo via Perno? Non ho dubbi, la scelta cade su Perno; strada secondaria, offre un po' di su e giù ed attraversa un borgo che io trovo meraviglioso. Matteo, preoccupatissimo per le sorti della sua impresa, mi prega di non aggiungere chilometri ai chilometri già previsti: "Ma no – lo rassicuro – tranquillo, di qua o di là come lunghezza è lo stesso!". In realtà non ne ho la più pallida idea... Assaporo il gusto della vendetta: quasi sempre, quando ci lanciamo in qualche raid, è Matteo ad avere il controllo della situazione e del percorso; io, per quanto mi sforzi di prepararmi ogni volta al peggio, cado regolarmente vittima dei suoi peccati di sottostima (delle difficoltà del viaggio) e sovrastima (delle mie capacità fisiche e psicologiche). Nella corsa su asfalto conservo, per ora, una posizione di vantaggio: non certo per superiorità fisica, quanto piuttosto perché lui ha sempre rifiutato con orrore l'idea delle corse su asfalto di lunga distanza, già a partire dalla maratona, preferendo di gran lunga boschi e sentieri. Se io parto per correre sessanta km, ho la ragionevole certezza di completare il percorso, a meno di catastrofi; ce l'avrebbe anche lui, la certezza, solo che non ci crede. Per ora. Ergo, meglio che io mi goda quest'ultimo scampolo di supremazia.

Si torna a vedere cose belle: lungo la breve salita, un fitto bosco, intrecci di rami e rovi e primi timidi cenni di fiorellini; due edifici, uno più bello dell'altro; il secondo ancora in corso di ristrutturazione, ma un vero capolavoro, per quel che si può vedere. La strada abbandona il versante con vista su Novello per offrirci il panorama di Serralunga d'Alba; la pendenza s'inverte, in corrispondenza del bivio per la frazione Castello. Giù in discesa tra i filari di viti spoglie, d'aspetto quasi sinistro; il piccolo cimitero, l'abitato di Perno, un gioiello. Qui, chi ha messo mano alle case l'ha fatto con molto gusto. Oltrepassiamo la strettoia: i vistosi segni di strisciata sui muri lasciano intendere che non sempre chi guida i veicoli su di qua ha l'occhio attento per le misure...
Altri due ripidi tornanti ci precipitano giù verso il fondovalle. Per me, seconda sosta tecnica, a cui segue la saggia, sacrosanta quanto inutile lezione di Matteo sulla corretta alimentazione. Io lo so benissimo, cosa dovrei mangiare, quanto, quando e come. Ma è più forte di me: credo di avere una buona disciplina quando si tratta di costringermi a macinare km, but they are powerless against the overwhelming power of my eating disorder. The regular meals are a distant memory of adolescence, when he still commanded the mother, and since then, most have never managed to overcome the dependence on continued munching and messy. The fact of working at home, close to the pantry, the situation worsens, the kindness of a mother who sees me more and more emaciated, and instead book a visit to the ophthalmologist, I am in office find loads of food sufficient to overcome a siege that lasts five years, complete disaster. Obviously, every now and then my digestive system rebels, poor fellow, is the least we can do. I envy you so much, but just as much, who has the power to willingness to follow a diet, or just a criteria sensible feeding, who can fill the void in the stomach with an apple, rather than a kilo of bread sticks, who does not feel the need to maintain the jaws in perpetual motion. Maybe there was a mistake, perhaps it was intended that I was born ruminant, instead of being human ... I can not, I can not, I can not; ingurgito stuff when I'm hungry, hungry to silence, and even when I'm not hungry, for who knows what kind of a compulsive need. For goodness sake, do not use seasonings of any kind outside the halls, but it is precisely the amount that I ruined. If I did lots of sport, probably the tap and a half pounds ...
The steepest ramp
we bowl at the end of the descent. From the courtyard of a farmhouse is approached by a big dog for a moment threatening to leave soon understood that the bark has been dictated by pure sense of duty. Done the minimum wage of his work, watching us away from it, lazy. We very much regret, just below the little body of a dog at the roadside: I stop the overflow, but there is hope, it is hard. Dead, with eyes wide open. Close to the heart: the only hope is that, as it is, I think the transition was instantaneous, without too much suffering. Poor creature ...

The round tower of Castiglione Falletto hangs over our skulls up there on left. I had never noticed the signs of full paths, maybe it's just pop, or maybe I realize now that I converted the bike to bike racing. This season would be more suitable vessel to moor, to wallow in the mud, but in the summer, if I remain long, I will be exploring. At the junction with the road that goes by Gallo in Serralunga, cross the street a small dog nearly identical to that we have found dead after a while, passing a car ... I miss your breath away. I wish I could personally put the noose around the neck of his unfortunate master, twice because unconscious, leaving the animal free, endangers the life of the poor creature and also that of those who, by car or, worse, running or cycling, were suddenly faced trovarselo.

overcome the entrance to the estate of Fontanafredda and reach Gallo, from there, we take the direction of La Morra. A pale sun seems to try to make their way through the clouds. Here are tired, a little '. Legs stiff, here, and shortness of breath. I pretend to nothing: the road is still long and we must convince me that I'm fine, fine, because in one way or another we must return home. The hill is dotted with small groups of houses, rows, tidy, seem designed with the tools of the surveyor. Land which must be worth a blunder, this, plant a pole in and out wine, and that wine, too!
The approach to the real beginning of the ascent, the village of Santa Maria, is a pain: a long slight slope uphill, with the aggravating circumstance of cars that, at this hour, now raging. A few timid shade of blue is visible through the mist. I run until I can, or rather, I try to represent the movement of the race, but there is little to be done. I can run for one whole climb, even much longer than what I faced this morning to Monforte, but I can not just run a second ascent, as easy, if there was a drop in half. The legs are packed, the heart refuses. Patience: m'infilo between homes in Santa Maria step. Matthew does not seem to make the objection in this regard.

's still early, but already you smell the aroma of sauces. On the square of the village, parking space, a beautiful cocker tip us with interest squirts attention, decided to tip us, wagging his tail with his stump of tail. We are in a double blind curve, so that the small end in senseless car, I sketch the other side of the road. A sweet little animal, a beautiful fawn coat, cool fresh toiletries. A courtyard, in front of it, comes a Mistress no more than the first coat, wrapped in a fur coat that reaches to the feet and wobbly high heels, "Stay - addressed to the doggie, curtly - Sit. "The launch look grim, but express my contempt for the garment and content, I greet the puppy, the way, we leave. But the animal does not consider, of course, give weight to words of the owner, if that person is the owner. In fact, really wants to march with us. Trotta on the edge of the road, take the plunge with unsuspected agility in a small dog of noble birth, is the slalom between the screws , tumbles in unfenced garden of a house, exploring every square inch of land, every leaf, every pot, all carefully marked with a raised paw. But yes, now stop, go back now ... Of course not: regardless of ' commitment from those who have just sanded, combed, and swab the soft coat, the little Satan wallows in the ditch, the mud, in the grass, until it assumed the appearance of a floor cloth felted. Even seems happy to have regained his dignity as a dog, leaving behind the mask of the plush living room. If Carampane furs is really his mistress, I enjoy the show the expression on his face, when he will review ... At a minimum, slumps down on the floor!

The surprise meeting for the tender, however, soon turns into a nightmare, at least for me. The little dog has no intention of going back on his feet. Continue to follow us, and what is worse, he launches into wild ran from one end of the road every time you notice the arrival of a car, crouches and throws it at you, barking, pursuing closer to the wheels, too. I gasp, I cover my eyes every time I stop, get it, bring it back down. It 's true, is surely right Matthew, that animal knows the place well and seems to move naturally, this does not save him, however, the immense risk of being invested. Anxiety, fear, I see it already hit and lying on the edge, like that other poor Cagnotto we saw just before Gallo; I miss your breath ... There is no way to convince him to return home is not that Matthew and I divide, you need not try the away in the middle of the bush, that disappears for a while, but then finds himself nose to the ground, happy and satisfied as if expecting a reward. And I wished that I would enjoy this nice, long climb! There he crouched dinuovo, here comes the car, invest it, no, you invest! There is nothing more nor nuanced view of the hills, nor the timid ray of sun, I have only the terror of what will happen to this poor creature. It is not possible to happen ... I wish with all my strength, tighten a noose around his neck that left him free of the irresponsible, endangering himself, poor little, and whoever has the misfortune to run up against him, even by motorcycle or bicycle.

The only hope is to "loss" over the roundabout, over the second last bend before La Morra, I try to go for broke, taking a small road on the left which should, I believe, get more directly in the center of town. I nodded to Matthew, who follows me; the hatches later, engaged in some kind of marking tracks and smells. We hasten up the ramp, maybe it's done, maybe did not notice, perhaps finally back down ... But no: here again, more than ever happy and dirty, relentless, back before them, guide our way. From the road we take a steep cobbled ramp, which leads us to the viewpoint of La Morra: puffy, hard work, I invoke the sticks. The animal no: from Santa Maria, has already traveled twice the distance and the difference that I have accumulated, to a completely different speed, yet it shoots up like a crazy ball. In town, take to explore all the corners, watching the passers-by cross the main road dodging the cars for a nap ... What do we do now, what do we do? The sense of guilt is strong, at least one of helplessness. I'm terrified, if followed us this far, we still follow, right down the road that goes on and reaches Tanaro Pollenzo: there no hope, is destined to end up under a car in the first ten meters. We must make sure that does not see us anymore, that he returned home, hoping that falls unharmed. Why the street knows it, that's for sure. No sooner said than done, in a fit of despair, we set off on his back legs on a side street, not seen, can not see the point where it is. Away, away, away, fast! My sprint is cut short, Matthew is already a hundred yards ahead, when I risk a collapse. Are not made for sprinting. A few passing notes there dumbfounded, and I face all the time, like I was being chased, hunted. This time we did it, yes, it seems that we made. I just have to be careful not to stumble, in the heat. And maybe try to reach Matthew, who has taken flight. Gasp at every rustle of foliage, bark at each of the gardens: it is not he tell me that it is not him ... In fact I do not see anymore. I just hope, really, who returns to her home unharmed.

Rivalta We take the long descent towards the valley floor and then, long, soft and pleasant, with plenty of diversion in the midst of a hazelnut. Experiment not to be repeated through the vines in order to avoid being impallinati instantly. It's okay for the moment, even if the sentence for the cocker does not dissolve. After all, what could I do? He would not be catching ... And there still would have followed, toward the most dangerous section of the route.
A halo of pale sun tries, from time to time, to pierce the mist. The rows of vines, still remains, give the landscape into something sinister in this light so gray. Two cyclists pass us: white flies today. Moreover, I myself would not have jumped into the saddle, I'm sick of the cold stove stufissima. Running it heats up more.

From the summit of La Morra home there are 38 km. Then there will miss 36, so. Rivalta A few souls to the small playground in front of the horrible church courtyards, only dogs they see in our passage. Not too much effort, only a few half-hearted bark, the minimum wage to earn jelly. Just before the junction with the valley road, take advantage of a fountain next to the courtyard of a house, in plain sight stands the threat, "not drinking", but we do not care about. I have not even the bottle: bothers me to hear her dancing in your backpack. And I prefer not to take advantage of that too much of Matthew, which is much more phobic to selfish than me. I'll drink at home.

The stretch running along the valley road, which passes over the bridge and arrived at the Tanaro Pollenzo, is the hottest, just literally. The sun finally seems to break and I'm dressed like the Michelin Man. In addition, here is the case for increasing the pace: there is a damn traffic, you breathe exhaust and could result in the rind. Via the cap, at least that.
Pollenzo than I had ever seen: known only today a bell and a bow that I have not been raised in recent months. And yes, cycling here, I passed a million times. But in a bike here, you can not afford to keep an eye on the road and other criminals on four wheels.
glanced at the greed of the seller orange pickup truck, stopped at the roundabout. And to think that I even like oranges, or rather, I like the juice, but not the fruit. Today, however, wins the thirst ... Matthew seems to keep going without hesitation that he can not ignore the presence of edible matter within seven kilometers! Whether arriving by the end of the world?

Again the harrowing Butchers straight until the traffic light, then we'll be out of chaos. I draw for the umpteenth time to Borraccetti of honey, under the illusion that this is enough to remove the slack. The construction boom and the bad taste has outdone himself here, villas, houses and buildings sprout like mushrooms. Bring myself to go back home? And by Gian, a surplice always arrives, now you know. It will pass. After the traffic lights, houses, pharmacy, exorcise the fatigue talking. We are at that point where we have a long way in your shoes, but still a lot of first half. Matt tries the full-km missing. Twenty-five or so. The short climb that passes under the railway bridge is good, unassailable excuse to walk a bit ', if I persevere in corricchiare uphill risk here to jump ... Matteo welcomes the proposal and take advantage, just happened to a spuntino. La corsa riprende non appena dalla stradina di Macellai ci immettiamo sulla strada che da Bra va verso Pocapaglia. Il paese è steso come un lenzuolo sul pendio ripido della collina. Naso in su a guardare la chiesa; c'è una stradina che parte di lì e si reimmette su quella che stiamo percorrendo, più avanti. Certo, rispondo alla domanda inquisitoria di Matteo, che potremmo passarci, ma bisognerebbe salire fin lassù. Tutto dislivello inutile; non hai chiesto il percorso più breve possibile?
Superiamo un cortile con quattro splendidi pastori tedeschi che piantano cagnara per venti: non capita loro tutti i giorni di potersi scatenare contro un paio di podisti, qui. Passiamo anche oltre la microscopica filiale di banca, accanto al bivio per il centro dell'abitato: è una struttura così mingherlina che sembra di poterla rapinare dando un pugno alla parete... Un paio di curve e la pendenza s'inverte. Coraggio, un po' di discesa e leggerissimo falsopiano. Poche case, pioppi, borgate sparse su per il pendio; il bivio per Monticello segna la fine della discesa. Le gambe se ne accorgono subito: si torna a salire, una salita appena accennata che patisco moltissimo. Mi distraggo seguendo con lo sguardo le stradine che si staccano sulla sinistra e risalgono la collina; chissà se ce n'è una che arriva a Sommariva perno, a parte quella che imboccheremo noi? Questo tratto mi sembra puntualmente interminabile, anche in bici. Mi conforta il pensiero della cioccolata calda che ci 'll grant Sommariva Perno: more unique than rare, was Matthew to forward the proposal this time. Although, now that the temperature has reached a comfortable level, it would take quite a Coca Cola. And I also hungry ... I accept the steep

"harness" to Sommariva with gratitude. Today is the day: how much slack ... You walk at a brisk pace, amid the poplars, and then to come up at the foot of the village. I go back inside, in a beautiful cobblestone street, until you return to the main road, at the avenue, which decided in the direction of the cross bar. Matt fumbles with bags of sugar, there will twelve, as a minimum. And this time I would too, if only I dared to. Instead they put one and I keep my hunger. And even the thirst: the fountain in the square is obviously dry, as a precaution against frost. Mogia very weak division and down down the road that leads to Ceresole. Matthew gaining ground, but I can not just follow him. I keep my pace, expect the situation a bit better '. Cemetery, supermarket, sports center, slightly downhill. From the roundabout will be about twenty kilometers. Horrible, along the highway, but it is the shortest route. Meanwhile, the regular route causes me to feel a bit 'better. Now we proceed in stages ideals: the roundabout at the junction for Monteu, the other junction Sommariva Bosco; the transition to Ceresole, the arrival of the street Santa Rita; home. In fact, the first step is met. I run on the roadside, I realize that I'm taking, thoughtfully, a sort of archive of waste dumped in ditches from the usual, unfortunately, numerous and aggressive, idiots. An umbrella, a doll, a shoe, the other who knows where. I propose a variant of Matthew: a road that leads us to the right, with a short climb, Ceresole in the way of farms. At least one lever on this motorway. Matthew is very concerned about the inappropriate diversion: "But no - fly over - trust me, it's the same thing." Dinuovo with a certain malicious satisfaction. For once, I'm not the one who lives in anguish. Indeed, I must say that I now recovery, I'm just fine. A pair of soft curves and here we are the bottleneck between the farms. Soon after, we continue to run in the countryside, with his eye fixed on the repeater, which indicates our goal. Intermedia, of course. Imposing the rows of poplar trees still bare. In town, try your luck with the fountain, without hope, in fact, this is closed. Never admit it, but I have a thirst that consumes me. Come on, another hour or so and we are home. Last effort, last stretch of road traffic. I almost sure that there is, to our right, at least a dirt road that runs parallel to the main road, but I dare not propose it, Matthew is a bit 'try, I worried that more tired. I can not wait could say that it is almost without lying too; account the meters that are missing the last fork, but I can not deceive myself, since I know every stone of this road.

"Here, look over there, that sign. We go there." And then, really, is the latest effort, six kilometers at most, out of traffic. The farms, pylons, the system of solar panels still under construction, the chapel without the roof in the middle of the campaign. And 'this beautiful stretch of road, gentle, wavy, which is seen, in a privileged elevated a few feet, the expanse of the plains and the crown of the Alps once again I offer my suffering companion the Borraccetti Honey: "From prendila... Anche se ti fa venire sete, ormai siamo quasi arrivati". Capitola, questa volta. Lo vedo più preoccupato che stanco, in realtà, ma non ce n'è più ragione. Quando ricevo il messaggio di mamma, che si domanda quale sia stato il nostro infausto destino, siamo ormai al cavalcavia dell'autostrada. Le prime case di Santa Rita, la curva, il sottopassaggio della ferrovia. E' proprio fatta, poche centinaia di metri, l'ultimo tratto al passo. Casa: una sessantina di km di corsa alle spalle e l'accoglienza travolgente di Skipper, abbandonato parecchie ore fa, solo e ramingo, sul lettone. Solo dopo aver scolato un litro e mezzo d'acqua riprenderemo la favella.

Saturday, February 12, 2011

Krups Vs Breville Blender

Ys I & II Chronicles

Ys I & II Chronicles PSP Ys I & II Chronicles is nothing but a remake of the first two titles in the Ys series. This action role-playing game for the PSP was developed by Falcom and produced by Xseed Games.
I miglioramenti che sono stati fatti in Ys I & II Chronicles sono più evidenti per quanto riguarda la grafica e la colonna sonora del gioco. In questo gioco di ruolo per PSP vestirete i panni di Adol Christin, uno spadaccino molto abile dai capelli rossi. Il vostro compito sarà quello di liberare una volta per tutte Esteria dalle forze del male.
Qui sopra vi abbiamo mostrato la copertina di Ys I & II Chronicles, mentre qui sotto vi facciamo vedere il video con il trailer di questo gioco per PSP:



Giochi di ruolo per PSP

Se vi piacciono i giochi di ruolo per PSP allora date un'occhiata anche a Lord of Arcana , Ys: The Oath in Felghana , Unlosing ZHP vs. Ranger. Darkdeath Evilman , Knights in the Nightmare , Cladun: This is an RPG , Phantasy Star Portable 2 and Kingdom Hearts: Birth by Sleep .

Games of the week

These are the other reviews that we published this week: Big Business , Dragon Age 2: The Prince in Exile , Body and Brain Connection , Martial Empires: The Catastrophe of Babylon , Perfect World International: Sugar Cube Genesis and .
Earlier we also discussed Rank: The Videogame , Pro Evolution Soccer 2011 3D , Wakfu , Real Racing 2 , Trinity: Souls of Zill and O'll Gods & Heroes: Rome Rising .

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Blue Print How To Create Toy Cars

jogging Marche March 2011

06/03 - Tolentino - CANCELLED!

Saturday, February 5, 2011

What Is San-clonazepam

Tactics Ogre: Let Us Cling Together

Clan opposites are fighting each other for supremacy of the islands Valerian. This tactical role-playing game for the PSP is a game created by Square Enix. The release date of this game is scheduled by the end of February.
The struggle between these clan that has lasted for years has meant that every character has a very good personal reason that drives him in this battle. The gameplay of Tactics Ogre: Let Us Cling Together component has a very solid turn-based strategy game, but beyond that, all your actions will change the course of history, which will therefore be influenced by your choices during your adventure.
Above we showed an image of Tactics Ogre: Let Us Cling Together, while below we show the video with the trailer for this game for PSP



strategy game for PSP

If you like strategy games for the PSP then take a look also at Legends of War: Patton's Campaign , Worms: Battle Islands, Harvest Moon: Hero of Leaf Valley , Savage Moon: The Campaign Hera , PixelJunk Monsters Deluxe , Disgaea 2: Dark Hero Days and Mytran Wars.

Games of the week

These are the other reviews that we published this week: Life Paradise, Painkiller: Redemption , Astro Boy: The Video Game , Dead Space 2, Gray Matter , Dying for Daylight and Lucent Heart .
Earlier we also discussed Game 's Kisses Pucca, Pucca Noodle Rush, Mount & Blade: With Fire and Sword , LittleBigPlanet 2 , Empires At War and Shadows of the Damned .

Sunday, January 23, 2011

Paintball Nitrogen Fill Station

Lord of Arcana

Lord of Arcana will immerse you in the battle to get the power of the Arcane and to be agents of their destiny. This action game for PSP was developed by Access Games, produced by Square Enix. The release of this game is scheduled for the next few days.
Lord for the accuracy or Arcana is a mix between the game action and the role and during your adventure you must fight numerous monsters and you will also face enormous bosses need to be overcome to reach your goal. There are many missions to which we will call you to complete and you can also count on the aid your friends up to a maximum of four players.
Above we showed an image of Lord of the Arcane, while below we show the video with the trailer for this game for PSP



RPG for PSP

If you like RPGs for the PSP then take a look also at Ys: The Oath in Felghana , Unlosing ZHP vs. Ranger. Darkdeath Evilman , Knights in the Nightmare , Cladun: This is an RPG , Phantasy Star Portable 2 , Kingdom Hearts: Birth by Sleep and Ys Seven .

Games of the week

Queste sono le altre recensioni che abbiamo pubblicato questa settimana: GodsWar Online , Adam's Venture II: Solomon's Secret , Marvel Super Hero Squad , Get Fit With Mel B , Major League Baseball 2K11 , Baron Wittard: Nemesis of Ragnarok e Loong - The Power of the Dragon .
In precedenza abbiamo parlato anche di de Blob 2 , Naruto Shippuden: Shinobi Rumble , Pandora Saga , Tron: Evolution , Dodonpachi Resurrection e Lego: Pirati dei Caraibi .

Thursday, January 20, 2011

Delta Victorian Grab Bar

January 18, 2011 - By bike to greet the dawn

Solo un anno fa, non mi sarebbe never crossed the antechamber of the brain to throw me out of the house by bike, at six and a half of a frosty January morning. Not so much for the cold weather, laziness, sleep. And 'that the race bike I have shared thousands of miles over the years, the length and breadth of touching the most revered shrines among the fans, but I never conquered safe driving of the vehicle, I always had the distinct, unsettling feeling that the wheels were not me, to control the situation. Imagine: facing the darkness, fog, ice and slippery road, all together, it would be a folly, a bid to commit suicide with a good chance of success. By now I was so resigned to the love-hate relationship with the velocipede, which I would never have dared to hope for a change in my favor. In fact, truth be told, after the latest incident of New Year's Day 2010, I was slowly leaving my first love ever, in favor of the race ...

The arrival of mountain biking, with some days of adaptation to overcome the mutual distrust, it changed my life. Yes, I am not exaggerating, since sport is my life, finally being able to ride on a medium that gives me security is priceless. I will be bound by eternal gratitude to those who put me in your hands, or rather, in the backside this wonderful surprise ... Quick look between the lines of the roller, you can see the whole line of street lamps, to the end of the street. Do not open the window out of pity towards the neighbors, they are the six hour and I already rife with various chores around the house. A little late ': it is true that at eight and a half I have to be ready instead of fighting, in the office, but it is equally true that, with morning temperatures of this period, difficult to resist in the saddle over an hour and a half: over, the pain in fingers and feet became really unbearable.

Three layers of mesh: a tank top with perforated leather, an old cotton shirt with long sleeves, which date back more than an hour of exercise in middle school, plus my very first bike shirt, red, faded and worn usage, but still whole. It does not matter if this does not meet the taste of the finest designers: there is the jacket, also very dated, to cover everything. Long pants, the fineness of Goretex socks over with another pair of socks to read, now pitted, to make insulating layer, two layers of gloves, collar and cap cells, a pair of shoes that I have already consumed a walk on the paths and still squeezed racing on the asphalt. In case you had not guessed, I hate to throw away stuff that can still serve, and be patient if I do the figure of the scarecrow. So this time I can only see the wild boar, which I think is planned for high fashion. Thus caparisoned, with the addition of a little jacket and reflective tapes' everywhere more light front, greeting Skipper who took possession of the Latvian and proud of my pillow and I'm leaving.

jump into the road, just emerging from a cozy and warm environment, is not so traumatic. It must be said that we are below zero, of course, but not by much, this morning, in addition, we must also consider that in my house do not give up to seventeen degrees: the temperature range is limited ... Nose up: the sky is clear, a beautiful star, for the handkerchief that he can see the roofs of the houses. Better not delude ourselves, however, does not mean that outside the town, the situation is less rosy.
A kilometer or so to go in the city: better to light all the lights. At this time, the chronic impatience of motorists average for all that lies outside of his cabin, plus the heavy lid of sleep. Time and already a hundred yards from the cold back up their sleeves. The road seems not coated with glitter, all glistening in the light of street lamps. Capers, I have not closed properly, the zipper of his jacket, at times I froze the trachea ...

A truck stop with the four arrows on, before the shrine: the courier delivery of the bundles of newspapers. These youngsters of today: in my day, this would be done at least an hour ago ... Has condemned the majestic German Shepherd in the garden of a house: this may Here, every day, should break the sleep of the canine right?
The tension of the hustle and bustle of self takes precedence over sleep and chills. The rotunda, the underpass, which would be forbidden to bicycles in brackets: Yeah, right, use the special track ... Thought, as usual, those who conceive of the cyclist in the one as the old lady with shopping bags and Graziella. I would not, at this time are a fully fledged vehicle and as such I will be able to move. Emerges over the railroad: the lights that pop up in the distance, straight from the bottom of the interim order is a bit 'blurred, spread out to star, as I imagined, a little' foggy there must be in the country. Turn left, but with caution: they should make up their lights flashing wrist ... Actually, I remember seeing something like that, at a glacier walk, a few years ago. It 's true that I have a reflective armband, but I have no confidence in the ability of motorists to understand that I get behind. In these cases, although it is a bestiality in terms of rules of the road, I prefer to pull over to the right and crossed, with the open road, but now, thankfully, is not necessary: \u200b\u200bno one around, either in front or behind.

take the way of the dartboard, what I call "the old road of Ceresole" I do not remember if I have coined this definition or too rather, if I have stolen a document of some kind of recent history. The dartboard, then that is a pile of dried thorn from frost and junk of various kinds, the old structures are walls and brick pillars, looking stern and menacing as befits a place where you handle weapons. A straight line between the houses and then, after all, a curve: I know there is, the curve, but today is not seen. Barely perceive a glow orange, that of the new street lights of nearby industrial area. 'A bit of fog, "the face of bicarbonate. Time to reach the corner and I find myself in front of a wall, wet and cold. I follow not the road, but his image now, by dint of pass and repass over the years, I was Printed in mind, however, are not at all sure of being able to stay within its borders ... As the pupils become accustomed to the darkness, even the double darkness of night and fog, began to glimpse the edge of the asphalt, right and left, make no mistake, travel in the middle. And now I turn out the light front, which I am not of any help but in return, I dazzles, illuminates the droplets suspended, reflected in all directions. For a few miles pedaler in the dense cloud. It 's a very strange feeling, similar to the one you live in a dream, in which the boundaries, those few who are perceived, they are confused, unfocused. The eyes are fixed on the roadside, which sometimes disappear in nebbia un po' più fitta, poi riappaiono. In qualche punto mi tocca persino fermarmi e muovere qualche passo con la bici per mano; è davvero impossibile, anche lungo una strada arcinota, capire a che punto sono arrivata. Inchiodo con un po' di spavento quando perdo il mio riferimento. E mi accorgo di aver raggiunto il cavalcavia dell'autostrada, solo perché sento che spingere i pedali diventa più faticoso... In cima, la visuale è appena appena meno fosca, a guardar su, vedo le stelle. Ma scendo e mi ritrovo ancora immersa nel gelido morbido involucro. Curva a destra, curva a sinistra, verso le cascine Commande; qui la strada sale impercettibilmente. Conosco bene la successione delle buche, a meno che non si sia aperto qualche nuovo cratere in the last two days. I see in the distance the lights of the farmhouses. The road is wet and covered with a layer of slippery mud, frost everywhere at this time. Dark stains appear, expand, come to meet me, I stretch out their arms, threatening them, are the trees, even now know them one by one, but the imagination and fear turn them into freaks and almost alive, I mean, furniture. Every sound, every rustle, it is even more disturbing because I can not see what caused it: besides, I do not think at this hour of the morning with this terrible cold, quest'umidità you dig in my bones, I do not think they can be many living beings, as well as signed and some rat. Cautiously, still riding along the paved road, the variation of the slopes gives me an idea of \u200b\u200bwhere I am, other than GPS. The demarcation of the properties of Command, and the junction for casermotto Ceresole.

The miracle that happens in this short stretch of uphill road is such that, by comparison, San Gennaro is a PIVELLINA. We get up to twenty meters, not more, on a rampetta asphalt that keeps a very vague memory ... And the fog dissolves. I can not swim, but I think the feeling, at least visually, is similar to the one that comes back up after a dive. As if, until a moment ago, I watched the world with a dark bandage over his eyes and suddenly someone had lifted me. The road clear before me, a strip of clear sky just over the horizon, twinkling lights, flickering. The first traces of dawn. It 's still dark, but it goes without turning on the front, I have no trouble seeing where I put the wheels and I enjoy this fabulous landscape. The sound, the barking of dogs, seem sharper now. And the cold, although cold it is less annoying and unpleasant. I am a big grin widens: I can afford it, now that, with the fake teeth strictly not suffer more than the effect of frost on the teeth. The thin stems of poplar wood, re-created only two or three years ago, after the storm had destroyed the existing trees, blacks stand out against the sky that gradually tends to blue, while the stars, one by one, disappear. The farms, dark shapes in the lights betray the signs of early labor of the peasants, the ice in the puddles, toes numb already. I pedal at a good pace, Cascina Vigna, the junction for Cascina Francia ... The imboccherò after his return, and now I want to get to the terminus of this side street, where the cars passing through an event is quite unique. The small white church, a short, down cold. I throw the eye with greed to any cattle track to come off the field: it is strong, the temptation to throw the wheels ... But the time before the office, is a tyrant; better focus their energies on a route that has a minimum of direction.

A fire burns red stripe step beyond the horizon and the village Cristini, with its bell tower that stands just out of the dark sky. The luminous blue Gai, the company that makes machines for bottling wine, over the road. The two Cagnoni that I usually meet here, to look at a farmhouse, and that sometimes accompany me barking for a short while, have not yet joined this morning. Another chapel, the oldest and battered the previous one, before the last handful of houses and farms before the road goes to flow in the other, more traffic, which connects to Ceresole Casanova. Approaching the intersection and head back, retraced my steps, even sulle mie pedalate. Non ho più l'alba di fronte, ma quella parte di cielo che è ancora scura; per un attimo ho la sensazione che il tempo stia scorrendo all'indietro. La breve discesa di prima, adesso è una confortante risalita, che infonde un po' di calore nel corpaccione. Rieccolo, il bivio per la Cascina Francia. Imbocco la bella strada sterrata accanto ad una peschiera inesorabilmente congelata. Mi volto e vedo uno spettacolo che non ha pari: il cielo ha preso fuoco, un tripudio di sfumature di colori caldi, rosso, giallo, rosa, non potrei crederci se non lo vedessi con i miei occhiali. La luce lambisce la superficie gelata dell'acqua. Le canne sono imprigionate nel ghiaccio, i rovi proteggono le sponde. Raccolgo un sassolino, lo getto nella fishpond, tock, it bounces. With difficulty, pull out a glove and reached into the back pocket of his jacket, hoping that the camera, in contact with body heat and wrapped in a plastic bag, has not suffered from cold and moisture and should deign to cooperate. He does, in fact. Taking a couple of pictures, trying to keep my hands as much as possible properties, a few seconds and go back to slip the gloves, fingers already hurt. I have to have some problems with peripheral circulation, so it's not possible to suffer a cold that comes to hurt after a few moments.



Allocation in a gallop along the road that runs along three farmhouses and a beautiful grove, already advanced in years, the land is so cold that clings to the wheel is not even a molecule of mud. And where was thrown to the fresh gravel that is insidious lock the wheels, no problem, the pebbles are frozen the one attached to another. The dawn spreads over the countryside and the lights, even the telephone wires and high voltage pylons create embroidery on blacks increasingly rosy sky. A few corners, light latch, and a din of birds, I think crows, rising from the nearby poplar grove when I: if I ever wanted to go unnoticed ... The animal kingdom, at this moment, is the only company, there is no trace of human movement outside of the Hague cascine. Capita spesso che qualche "profano", qualcuno del mondo dei "normali", sgrani gli occhioni e mi chieda se non ho paura. Paura di aggressioni, intendono. Mah, sbaglierò, ma la risposta è no, non ho paura. Nei periodi in cui l'attività è consentita, ho paura di essere impallinata da qualche cacciatore, questo sì; sulle strade più trafficate, al buio, ho paura che qualche pilota un po' allegro e distratto mi renda un tutt'uno con lo strato di bitume. Ma qui, stamattina, non ho paura di nulla. E' la mia felicità perfetta, che niente e nessuno, nella mia esistenza "borghese", potrebbero mai regalarmi. Me la porto al lavoro, questa felicità, come scorta per attenuare le arrabbiature; funziona sempre!

La strada sterrata confluisce in un'altra strada secondaria, asfaltata. Tiro dritto e percorro quei cinquecento metri che mi portano fino allo stradone tra Ceresole e Carmagnola, passando di fronte alla cascina Novareisa; dietrofront ancora una volta, ma qui seguo l'asfalto. A questo punto, i piedi implorano pietà, li sento gelidi, gonfi e doloranti. Le dita delle mani non stanno poi molto meglio. Pedalo agilissima per ottenere l'effetto frullatore e mandare in circolo un po' di sangue; anche qui, sfilo tra le cascine, Gerbido, Olivè, Brichetto. Un tratto in ripida discesa, più o meno corrispondente al tratto in salita che mi ha strappata poco fa alla nebbia, mi costringe ad immergermi ancora nella coltre umidiccia and cold. The early morning light makes the life of the cyclist, the return is a little 'less wretched, but that cold, awful cold ... The landscape is gone, are the sounds of the countryside comes to life, even in this sad season, merged with the hum of the engines that run along the nearby highway. Grit your teeth for evil, whenever it is, shake your finger and pedal like a madman. I rejoin the starting point of the ring and go up the bridge between the acacias paralyzed by the cold asphalt is still slippery, very tricky. Luckily the bike is armored for any test. I look down: the handlebar and the brake and gear wires are coated with a thin layer of ice, more or less over there where it comes from my breath. The bushes are white, the branches of trees and shrubs, the grass surface. Only one wish, a heater to embrace. Carmarthen is just there but not seen, and not necessarily a bad thing. I know it'll get rid of the cold, I'll take him all morning in office, despite layers and layers of clothes, but it was worth it, as always. Although it will be around 25 km and no. There is no need to go so far to find the wonder, just the fish of Cascina Francia ... Already guess the photos on the computer screen, and once the subway entrance, catapult me \u200b\u200binto reality. Anything I can do, with a camera, you press the button, just a picture in a thousand comes out well, by pure chance.

grab with both hands the key to open the gate of the yard, and my fingers are too stiff. By home, I raise my shoes, rub your hands, I enjoy the temperature, while it never above 17 degrees, I already Saharan Africa. And the Tittone try to make him a cuddle. There he was, the great guard dog: magnificence on the bed, opens one eye, with great condescension. Blessed dogness!