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During every day of the month of January were exceeded limits of air pollution, noted, inter alia, by the control units of Corso and Via Pozzoni Republic, so the places most trafficked of the city.

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is a "handbook" to survive. ..

1) Not porarte children to play outdoors in city parks, but as soon as possible to the country.

2) Do not do physical activity (eg jogging) in the city belt.

3) Do not bring infants in strollers.

4) Do not open the windows to get away during hours of heavy traffic.

5) Moisten the domestic environment.

6) Elderly, sick and heart patients should, if possible, go to the sea.

7) cut back on smoking, the number of cigarettes.

8) Do not use the car if nobn when absolutely necessary.

9) Reduce the temperature in the house and to periodically check the boiler, will benefit the health and wallet.

10) Do not idle your heating system if you are not at home.



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But what happened to the application of law that requires municipalities to plant a tree for every newborn?

Since 1992, we would have a forest in the city and not a gas chamber!

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Our friend Victor, already known in Voghera for European and regional campaign in 2004/2005, is trying to carve out space between the pieces of ninety Flowers and Abelli. Unfortunately

could be a victim of the policy of "poisoning the wells" of the last provincial congress before the dissolution of AN.

his friend Victor, however, a big "good luck"!

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"What wouldst say die", by Daniel Monti

When my childhood friend Fred told me about the risk of dying that he had run with his wife Daniela, diving into the sea in a storm of a day in late August and as Daniela themselves at that time writing an essay about death, I apologized in advance that I would never have bought that book although published by the prestigious Einaudi. Then the curiosity was stronger and the consideration for the death that I have only a disguised dislike, discomfort deaf, a great bitterness, like many, after only being of others, but I fear that my because although it is not at all certain of an afterlife, I believe that where there are no death and vice versa, and that my existence is not only an eternal present a future or a past that never, never be no more as not is not been there. The book was inspired by the recent political debate on 'euthanasia and on the' eugenics, to develop through the ideas of six major philosophers Bodei, De Ponticelli, Mancuso, Reale, Schiavone, Severino admirably introduced by Daniela Monti. The gloss in this book to finally talk about death are not politicians, doctors, philosophers, but the Cardinals, is a return to 'the individual's freedom to live and die at home and maybe not bed in a hospital for non-anonymous annoy those who remain and not to get too much. "Aldo Schiavone describes a science fiction future where 'men can also choose how and when they die, Giovanni Reale invokes the right measure of the Greeks, Remo Bodei come to accept euthanasia and eugenics, Roberta de Monicelli weaves freedom and death, Vito Mancuso track a third way between the sacredness of life and self-determination of 'individual, Emanuele Severino arrived to vertigo to deny and affirm the denial of the' eternity 's man. "It is indeed' a book for another gargantuan after dinner, but a good point to stop and reflect on what really is worth doing in just because this is worth it to last forever.

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Hey God, Are you ready? ***

Another spark of life between a migraine that leaves me almost dead and a Scripting nausea addressed to the mediocrity of life.
hang up with the illusion of the renewed questions receive answers.

The gypsy takes my hand and rubbed my eyes after an expression not credible to me says "you've got a lady bitter fate. Die young see here?" says, showing me my life line "up to 42 years," he says, "and then breaks. I have no doubt. "Diecimilalire only I had paid for that revelation," A better future is more expensive? "I say cynical.
She takes the piece to me ten and closes it in his hand.
" Sorry, "he says.

Rido . The death you can not pay to stay away, but to visit you ... that ... yes, from that day I got an idea of \u200b\u200ba death that is nothing if not a high class prostitute, full ... whims of a spoiled little girl, making love out of boredom and that does not look at nothing to possess her lover who chooses a strictly random order!

Just out of curiosity, to see how far I could push started to observe it and I slowly discovered that the prostitute is nothing but a cover.
Death is an angel gracious, how can that repairs the evil in the world.

So I understand, I understand why she would come to me so soon put an end to my "Sodom and Gomorrah," he was reconciled to my "Babel" and I would have brought back from my one true love.
You will not speak. Because he is the only thing of me that is still pristine and untouchable and now that I always would risk their hands soiled. After this discovery

my life has been difficult for a while '. I got questions that no one could answer, questions that remained attached to my soul, tearing hooks fishing in the mouth of a fish.
After this discovery for a moment I felt dirty and worthless, and after shining and glorious, and then started the emptiness that sometimes takes me and makes me puke: acid or words.
After my discovery I became what I am to tell stories without a jester, a knight without a horse, a masterless samurai, a flower without corolla.

So, God, are you ready? Because sometimes we live like dogs, as we devour each other without worrying about spit out the bones ... are you ready to dance with me, that slow and when I ask you reply?
not bother you for eternity, for 42 years when the body will not like you that I will to put the curtains down the ladder for me, my dear, you know.
I'll make things right, and I will give my best in this dance called life, and though I can not dance I'll move as I can and try to be nice.
But do not put silver in those pants leg of an elephant, you make the legs so dry, otherwise we seem to Laurel and Hardy.
So, God, are you ready? I do not, you know And I'm afraid this whole story. For once I would like to believe that appointment you will, but for years now, that does not answer my calls ...
Patience, instead of coming to dance with you, I will make a trip to town to look for another gypsy and this time I will give the left hand.



*** from "The Gazette - Silly God Disco "

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Belgaum - 24/01/2010
After a break for the holiday season, the path of Rivanazzanese, suffers an unexpected setback against a tough but compelling Belgaum. We must say that the children of Lorenzo Barbieri gave birth to a very disappointing performance. Too nervous, at times awkward in the mouth of the interpretation, you are limited to producing operations without adequate verticalizations scratch. In our view a of the worst matches in this season by the President Gialloblu Cester. A real shame because the team seems to have the potential to make a game of great depth of quality. A Belgioioso not. A day to forget. Barbieri has deployed early training but cautious, despite the precautions, has had two goals and Castoldi Lovato from the first half. Two networks which could be avoided with a bit more concentration. That's precisely the neglect of the opposing phases of restart led to the false notes that later appeared fatal. In the second half the Rivanazzanese engulfed in the court of the landlords to try to reassemble the result. The graft has given new life all'undici thermal force but was never able to seriously worry the goalkeeper. As we said the team has not appeared serene. It 'appears unjustified nervousness and you know that without the necessary peace of mind is not going anywhere. Let us hope that this is a hiccup. We must now close this setback and move on with renewed enthusiasm and above all more calmly to face the next Sunday Cavese.

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Anata no tame kono Inochi - life for you This

Background - I was late last night and this morning I had to get up early. Everything was seasoned with a massive dose of events drugs. In the true sense of the word. In addition, I started to read books in Japanese and listen to Japanese visual rock, and neither of these helps sanity.
The vision that follows is therefore suitable for a single public adult and unexposed, with huge capacity self-analytical and a filtration system adequate. THANK YOU.

The scale had two directions, one hand up towards the ceiling, seemed to see the mouth of a rabbit hole, but it was unlikely that it was because of his bizarre positioning and purple slime that oozed out. I thought then to the shelter of a large insect or a bat at home.

The other part of the staircase down into an opening in the floor. The entrance was lined with a metal like steel, except for his purple.

I approached the hole, I shrugged and began the descent, the rest of what I have to lose?

The first steps were uncertain, but I soon entusiasmai the idea of \u200b\u200ba descent into the unknown. The tunnel walls were white and shiny as mirrors, which made me hope that I would not have met with spiders or other insects.

Suddenly there was a noise like a bang and the scale disappeared from under my feet. The fall was rapid, but still managed to find time to fix their hair before they hit the ground.

"You're finally here!" said a voice biascicante.

I took a deep bow, his hands at his sides.

"Please," I said with exaggerated self-importance "try not to mess up my hair while I was nibbling the skull ..." The Oni

licked his sharp teeth and the smile was all dark that followed.
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地獄 へ 落ちろ ................. . jigoku-e Ochir ..................( memories of a night of alcohol and smoking)

I did not ask their opinion. I did not ask to exist. I did not ask to take the reins of my life. I want you to disappear from my life and also from my sight I want your empire to ashes I shall rise from the ashes and the middle finger raised in triumph.

I shaved my head and I'm ready for battle, the last of the warriors, samurai without a master.

I am a woman and far exceeds the age of reason, my mother gave me a dowry of a flower, a sword, my father and I can fight or give me no need to tell me how to do without your hand rummaged through my bowels tired.

're a vulture, a witch, a devil smeared with powdered sugar, and I licked the surface of your soul intoxicating my thoughts and my heart of your honeyed poison.

Now my tongue infected taste the taste of blood and steel, iron and fire purify my spirit broken.

I am a warrior, the last, I am a samurai without a goal but a goal is not needed.

need a god or a devil, someone to entrust the white robe for the dead, someone to return to, dead or alive when the battle is over.
Need a pure soul or decomposed, bright or a heart devoured by worms. Need a reason to fight.

I fight for what's left of my freedom, I fight for anything I believe in, that is mine and that as it may seem pointless it is tough at the core of my existence.

I did not ask their opinion. I did not ask to exist. Go to hell, your mentor and master. Go and tell him that I never went to war for money, but only for an ideal resting now under meters of land.

Go to the devil and tell him that the devil is my paper and I keep it folded close to the heart, with my feelings and other garbage.

Go to hell ... and stay there.

地獄 へ 落ちろ = jigoku-e = Ochir
go to hell.
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PS: do not worry about it a vent entirely dictated by the literary and too much alcohol last night. The writer relies, at times, his hand absinthe.

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Phrases small and unresolved. There is always a question mark at the end? There are big eyes looking at the future, languages \u200b\u200bhot caressing her lips in an instant and strong hands grabbing the sides with no explanation.

We are trying to change the conversation that you know without saying too much, but sometimes lie to mislead, to conceal trap.

have a bug in the painting, and my spider is incredibly sensual. Do not want to eat me but I want to taste the flavor.

I wrap in silk and call his name in my dreams, in a slight moan that only he and I can hear.

The sun will not rise unless ordered him and the moon will continue to caress my skin, beads of sweat.

Tell me, Nero Angelo .. I'll only ever see you in my dreams?

There is a life where you and I are together in endless nights full of love and silence talkative?

Tell me, creatures without mercy ... androgynous being and pure, I am half your sphere?

Tell me, my love ... I have to give up hope?

Why I have is equal and opposite to what I desire and achieve the purpose means the beginning of the end.

I do not like to close the chapters, nor the doors ... or my heart.

I was born to open my wings and fly to the sky, but then someone cut me those wings, and since then have never stopped bleeding.

Tell me, Judge spotless ... I'll have a place to rest when I leave from here?

Tell me, you do not need to see for to know ... I can see your light if you do not know of repentance?

soul rebel I am, but not as Lucifer, who wanted to be bigger than God, like Icarus, who wanted to fly higher than the sun ...

I want to penetrate the intricacies of human life, to know the intricacies of the capital sin, know the pain to get rid of the chains.

But these are nothing more than small change of conversation that you know without trying to discover too, that lead nowhere if you do not listen.

How to make love with yourself, without tenderness and without joy, as if the feelings were a phoenix strings, we can load it and burn at will, then take broom and shovel and pick up the ashes.

I will not let my phoenix burn in vain, I'm not going to pick up my ashes in the trash.

If you scream your name, you listen, dammit!

We live parallel lives, we share a bed ice cream and a bland life that has no color, only an endless variety of grays.

talking to you, bottomless soul, no boundaries, no sense. Do not leave me alone right now I am going to drain the last drop of my love.

If I become stone, you vanish with me.

But these are nothing more than small change, too small and quiet for you, who are deaf and blind

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Thought is the father of vice

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at night is a vice.
who has a habit of usually at least one other company that takes.

I write at night and I have many other vices, I'm not to enumerate, because my mother reads the blog and do not want to lose the inheritance.

My greatest vice, and that got me with a disquieting diligence is to think.

Thinking is not only a vice, a disease, a cancer that does not kill, but is painful and uncomfortable as a pair of shoes in less than two numbers.

think is a disease that is not contagious - you can spend a lifetime suffering the pains of hell, hearing the cries of your soul that is in tatters, while your next turn up the volume of the TV and not hear you moan.

think is a disease for which there is no medical care but only drastic ... dare I say, final.

Sometimes I'd like the center of thought, this thought makes me write at night, had to amputate a part of my body.

But damn ... the thought is not more than a vice. Some smoke, some take drugs, some (those who admire and envy ... ok, ok, I'm writing at night is not it? Straparlare and let me ...) live in the pleasures of lust, some can not resist the food or alcohol ... sure, spend their nights to think, to try to solve the riddle of existence, or perhaps only one of its small and marginal life.

But of all these vices that more capital is thinking, why does nothing but speculate about himself ... looks a bit 'laziness and a bit' too much to the zeal.
Thought is the father of all vices vices because it is controlled and organized ...

Thought is equal and opposite idleness
Idleness is the father of vice
Thought is the father of vice

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Friendly January 3, Riva - Voghera Voghera

RIVANAZZANESE 0 - VOGHERA 3.

Good training gallop between the formation of Voghera - which in Serie D - and Rivanazzanese who dispute the championship of the second category. We must say that the friendly has highlighted the good performance of the local people opposed, the most titled opponent, a surprising physical training and good tactics available. In other words, the children of Lorenzo Barbieri no way marred the sight of a team committed to dispose of the Christmas cake. Clearly the game was dictated by the Rossoneri but failed to spread as indeed expected. Moreover, the content rating of three networks Vogherese zero for guests is the most tangible evidence of what has been said. If we add to all that the defection among the yellow and blue, some important pieces, we will have a complete picture of the situation. In short, the Rivanazzanese proved excellent sparring partner, beyond all expectations. All this bodes well for the spa, which will resume next January 17 official matches with the recovery in Salice Terme against the formation of Godiasco tricky. The Voghera it seemed a bit packed with some conclusions in so far as to forget. However, the most friendly of contention that must have also affected the competitive engagement of the contenders not to be the main purpose evil. So a good Sgambati the Rossoneri who were able to dispose of the toxins in the year-end view of competitive shooting. The first half ended with the result of two to zero for the Voghera purse dell'uruguagio Martin Colombo and the doubling of Mazzotti. In the second half came the third goal of Vogherese a penalty kick. The transformation from the spot by the Piazza. Refereed Mr. Pasquazzo Voghera in front of hundreds of aficionados on a cold sunny day at times.