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Ten days ago I was at a funeral in a church in Via Bobbio and I noticed that the priest had set up a Christmas tree at the side of the altar. I was surprised, but not too much: just the day before, in fact, an acquaintance of mine, fiercely secular, I had confided to prepare the crib at home. Evidently there was an exchange of symbols. The funeral of a friend the other day was sixty years ago, Franco, who had to act of presence: I had helped at a time when the text messages were to come and lovers risked losing contact. So, I had a girl who was standing in the summer campaign and was monitored by un'arcigna aunt gave her my news summary and trivial letters with a false signature and adding female white margins in my written promise of eternal love with the lemon juice. The girl then made visible those sentences with the warmth of an unexpected iron. For the answer we wanted another catch, because the mailbox was in control of my mother, contrarissima to flirt. And here came Franco in action, being already an adult, he could use the brass plate: with patience was the inevitable queue, and I longed to deliver the package. For this I went to thank him, even after sixty years.

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Bagpipes

Something Christmas and we want something in dialect, seeing the commercials for the 150 anniversary of the unification of Italy had a certain air of superiority to popular idioms. Was published in Genoa in 1932 a volume entitled "harps and bagpipes, which collected many unpublished poems in Italian and in dialect, written for the Christmas holidays: almost all compositions that, reread today, can not stand the test of time. It will only save in my view, two poems by Edoardo Firpo, certainly the best among the Genoese dialect writers. Here's a song: "Or a little boy or figgieu piccin / comme Vedda if you always geuxiu / dosc with euggi and Ciaè / pan that two gosse cheite a rammetto. / Just a pie or that Pittin / just because Madonna in the ammie, / if he or does or Sappino / ao ballezza to ghe sings a pittinin / or ghe and Rie. / The is or cianze of figgieu comme a pink / that just a bit 'and I know of is the sciugà. "translate pedestrian:" The little boy is very small, as is always seen in the Santini, his eyes look like two sweet and clear that drips from a branch. Just take a little towards the Virgin Mary now looked at him, if he does pout the blast and sings, and he laughs. The crying of babies is like the dew, just a bit 'sunny and dry. "Firpo Great, as always.

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Embryonic

About a year ago, the Flaming Lips divulged the double CD Embryonic (usually Echoes of Pink Floyd), with a cover coated with fur. A simulated birth, therefore certainly not human, maybe a few mythological animal experimental, maybe just a mind overstated.

Rough aesthetic but apparently less affected previous works, but tedious at times, the disc is a hiccup on the edge of reality made by a monkey launched into space.

include pictures of Jap girls in synthesis and Steve Hackett that emerges in the vocals (as usual clumsy) there is also an echo Tomita making the Planets by Holst, to give a hallucinatory journey into the cosmos (inner?), including signs of the zodiac (the stars that horror in the shape of a scorpion, or Sagittarius! someone finally puts its finger on those threats that dominate us! How to weigh the virgin and the enormous scale, total heavy and terrible symbol above!).

The result, as all the peels, it's hard. The sound of a metal wall, a watermark diaphanous melody, rhythm beats desperately electrified.

I would argue that evil is the devil in the details in the apparent striking monotone, that is, they usually hide the bad trip ideas dry (And being too smart with this thought of the FL is also allowed). But the good they know the sincerity of most of the times is misunderstood.

As evidence of good faith of the ensemble are unattractive, the martial gait and obnoxious, the cyclical nature of obsessive themes and musical figures, the compact tissue (almost spongy), and a host of references pathetic ear test. This small

Space Odyssey takes place in the final of the works pretty decent, but flawed, slightly self-iconoclastic and then cold, but pleasant, like a frost in early morning, with beautiful leaves ice on the windows, those Sorry we wash away with warm water and wipe with the forced departure - when we would be glad to turn around in space instead of the car and go to work.

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That name

Monicelli and returning to his film set in the Maremma Lazio on the Middle Ages, it should be added that the director guesses in full even the "baptism" the protagonist: "The name East Brancaleone da Norcia meo!" Gassman maccheronico recited in Latin, and never was able to name more fill the mouth of a shabby knight. It was like the "wherefore" dear to the Bolognese. Where that name came to be is not known, but I have an 'idea about it. In the sixties, when it was designed and filmed, acted and Tarquinia mediate such a surveyor Brancaleoni Franco, Milan, intent to test, on behalf of the foundation Lerici, new methods of archaeological research. The well-equipped technical measure "soil resistivity, launching electric waves along a row of stakes driven into the soil anomalies in the graphs obtained showed buried walls. Other tool Brancaleoni was an inverted periscope, which slipped through the holes from a drill and allowed to explore the Etruscan tombs without digging. At Tarquinia they were controlled by the thousands and discovered several of those paintings. On site were always curious and I think that the "crew" of the film was the game. Well, maybe Brancaleone, originally, was a surveyor, archaeologist Milanese.

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Red Cross

Sunday "Report" Milena Gabanelli has "fired" on Red Cross activities by presenting it as a bandwagon just clear. I do not know if her right or wrong, my information on the subject date back to early last century, when my paternal grandfather, Philip, captain of the auditor CRI, passed trouble for his assistance to meet their commitments due to the war '15-'18. At that time Captain Phillip should administer the military hospital in Tortona, however, without neglecting his duties as professor of mathematics and science in a technical institute. Everything can be resolved in frantic races between school and hospital. For him there was no understanding: the journal of the Curia was any excuse to criticize his handling of the CRI, the principal of the institute was waiting at the door with the clock at hand and would report on any delays. Fared barely lasted until the war, then the return of peace erased any hesitation, even if the hospital continued to accommodate injured. So the belated Professor Philip was transferred punishment in Bobbio. Again, I do not know if Gabanelli right or wrong, I can only say, for family experience, that the custom of "shooting" on the Red Cross has ancient roots, at least the straps of my grandfather, gold and enamel cross that religious conservatives.

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Brancaleone

"The last take of Monicelli" is one of the titles I've seen the evening of the tragedy, the press of TG3. I instinctively thought to Perozzi, the cynical journalist in "Friends" starring Philippe Noiret. He would have done that title, just to evoke the crash of a body on the pavement. Indeed, they would have added a (sciak ") and would be delighted if Monicelli from that expert that was wicked humor. Great director, Monicelli, director of films that were born with a meticulously prepared. "L'armata Brancaleone" is 1966, but I can testify that back in '61 was the tattered adventure in the yard. One morning that year, leaving the door of the castle Vulci, where I had my lair of archaeologist, I had almost collided with a man, covered in armor, waving a spear in front of a guy equipped with a camera . Clarification requested. The two told me they were doing tests in view of a film scene on the Middle Ages. They explained that the castle, blackish and chipped, it was an ideal background, near the Roman bridge, then, is a marvel. Five years later he returned to Genoa, I went to see "L'armata Brancaleone" and found myself on the screen bridge and castle. I recognized also the helper of the time, his jaw had a unique length.