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Stories Altromare - basidium

This is the story of basidium, indomitable guardian of the dawn of Altromare. In reality
basidium made a living by guarding not only the sunrise, but the entire summer (except for lunch breaks) of all visitors to the residence Righeira, navel Altromare. Many of us, I for one, it took several years to spell the name correctly, for the first part of my life I have continued relentlessly to call Basil, who first made me acquainted with someone who took the crab: a comprehensible that eradicated mispronunciation of his name at the bottom of fascinating, far Iberian origins or pseudo these.
Altromare basidium represents the continuation of a place which by its nature imposes a high turnover of admissions and intevitable: the start of each season they came with the fear of not meeting some of the old guard (this year is not - has sold the house - went in Sardinia) and was somewhat reassuring to find the good old basidium driving his lawn mower, run around on the grass Righeira accompanying the singing of the mower with its inevitable barbs aimed at violators of the order:
- or play, you go nin c'li
bike - or PE , esch 'grass
- O CI t'shcoccie et'n'coccie the shards the shards
should be noted that enriched the already basidium Altromare expressive language of some of his glowing personal initiatives that transformed his pearls of wisdom in enigmatic sentences Hittite, understandable and decipherable only by the initiated. But just a few days of attendance to enter the magical world of basidium, recognize the good-natured rebuke and study all the evasive tactics to transgress transgress without causing permanent injuries to the nature and basidium itself. Take
vaguely inspired by Celentano, small figure but granite, with a tanned and quivering muscles contained in a Sleeveless - far from Dolceggabbana miles - blue shorts and a seal formed its usual, supplemented by the inevitable order of slippers, so widespread in Altromare: perforated tiles with two belts connected to X on the back foot which allowed acrobatic skill games. Like those who Raymo's brother, and his faithful toe, used to make ice cream in a performance at St. Peter's, built a temple which was adjacent passage for the people of Righeira concluded that there is often his evenings to the sound of imaginative mangiebbevi or unlikely affogh'to'u cioccolh't. Although
basidium was a native of Altromare, and therefore a legitimate holder of territorial pride, he mingled with pleasure to the masses and knew how to participate in the seasonal joys popular. Consider that in 1982, when Italy defeated Brazil in the first major event of the real my unfortunate life football, basidium is left to enthusiastic expressions of joy along with the crowd of residents of Righeira, him, shouting "I won, I won." This raised the concern of the ladies surrounding listless supporters every four years, who rashly asked, "Why 'I won', basidium? Join them? "In response to receiving the genius:" Yeah, I know lu goalkeeper. " Dear
basidium, that the duties of caretaking and management of the park Righeira forced to schedule additional to those of us Altromaroli tourist season: at eight o'clock bedtime, wake up at five o'clock, exactly when, inciucchiti wine and tressette, or stunned by the low frequency of clubs forced to propose the complete works of Massimo Ranieri to lead us to abandon the track, we came to fill our beds and enjoy an undeserved rest. And he was there, beyond the fly of his retreat, intent on shaving with skill and caution, waiting for the day's events took him from a sober state of alarm and delivered it to a more normal and reassuring ethyl vigil. In fact, like many men of other times, basidium without delay with the delights of wine suggests, if not on the surface, the side effects. The proof is the dialogue that took place between Calboni basidium at 7.30 and a pleasant summer morning in a nearby sports bar:
Calboni - basics, I can offer you some coffee?
basidium - No thanks, I'm on an empty stomach. A glass of wine ...
or, alternatively, the dialogue took place between my mother, who complained about the long-continued absence of water (in the mythical pre-tank which forced the villagers of Righeira to go to public fountains with all types of container act materials to contain the liquid state):
Mom - basidium, but no water!
basidium - Okay sir, we Bashta shtà lu wine!
Remember the story of Marie Antoinette, bread and pastries? Here the story is reversed in all respects of view, where a royal unconsciousness imprudence is used instead of wisdom.
Yes, basidium was more of a porter, more than one guardian, more than a gardener. It was the pin Altromare: basidium here, basidium there: it was the factotum of the city. Chips are used for mark-bitacca call away dad? Millelire ventigettoni prontosignò. Need a phone directory or a bicycle pump? Shta in the gatehouse. Tips pennies on the storage of municipal waste? There shta lu box. We urgently need a lecture for deaf children to parental calls? Ocla, obbedisch ot'shtacc lu Becc.
But everything has an end, and when the basidium is no longer Righeira the summers are Altromare different. Of course, this change coincided with our passing at the age of responsibility, with the end of summer holidays and the start of twice-weekly bi-monthly (when fat), with the transition from being a child to parent. But the absence of basidium has its weight, when I find myself wanting Altromare not for what it is, but the landscape of the past that shines on the canvas, now covered with new colors. Colors representing Altromare for the new generations and probably they, too, in a few years, regret, and so on from layer to layer. And as Barba, the new basidium, will be their strong point for summers to come. But Barba excellent, delicious and efficient person factotum in turn, did not know the golden age of Altromare when five generations, slightly staggered in time, they gathered in the park Righeira, each marking his territory because of benches and small open spaces of grass, to decide how to spend the night and lamenting the enormous amount of time lost in that decision. Without knowing that it was the best time this summer and that was the essence of Altromare before small quarrels and pettiness large scatter in a thousand streams these groups who wanted to define groups.
And I think to always keep the respect and affection for the figure of basidium, even more intense and profound that when he left basidium Altromare to go to guard the dawn of Otherworld.

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want to laugh

I'm tired.
But not so tired and so, just tired tired. The vicissitudes
work of recent times, the combination of longer maturities (in Italian to bring to mind more of a stomach ache - I drank the milk up! - in English but are more afraid, because they call deadline, e quelle sono: mazzate di morte), e una diuturna carenza di sonno, mi hanno portato ad assumere un'espressione sempre più cadente e decadente, provvista di borse sotto agli occhi e le labbra lievemente increspate verso il basso, whereas for the meaning to be slightly at the end you have to think about the charade: light? mind!.

short.

ambaradàm the fact is that last night of my subconscious came into action and has fulfilled that which, of course, is the primary need at this time. You know? Horn not two months? The subconscious gives Pamela Anderson, or depending Ninchi Ave (the one we want as well ass in the dream), complete with a small wet dream if you are good. Are you thirsty? The subconscious makes you dream liters of water, fountains, rivers - in this case the dream is cruel because, if you wake up, you have more thirst as well as before - but as I had drunk a while ago? - We beat a monumental piss? The subconscious mind makes you believe you have a bathroom available, but now, not after who knows how many steps to reach the walterklòs - in this case the dream is sundolo - sneaky, you mean - like nothing because you can pee in, also at ventitrentaquarantanni is not problem of incontinence.

last night I dreamed I laugh.
But the nice thing is that I laughed in the dream that I was doing while I was doing! Mò I do not remember why - it was something like that with a bass threaten people as a kind of machine guns on street corners, and then emulate Woody Allen Take the Money and Run, going back to a band playing the same bass, if you're fast readers will not notice the inconsistency.
But in the dream I was with

hrundibahkshi , and he laughed in my own dream - mò But, I think I went around with a bass to threaten people! And then I walked the streets of the villa to play behind the band! - and I laughed, not even laugh: laughed! And in my opinion not only in their dreams, because then I felt the muscoletti face that had laughed over.

My friend and colleague F. says it's a good sign of active mental health. I think I'm
combined evil.


Ave Ninchi we only had to think, mannacciamort ...

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Georgia On My Mind (aka: I Left My Heart in San Francisco) - Last Episode (6)

A couple of bold pioneers of the technology introduces, not duty free, personal effects and mechanical instruments in the Americas to give evidence at a conference in a hotel full of olfactory memories. After seeing a blonde singer realize their unexpressed desires the two, pretending to be billionaires, running around in Cadillacs and settle accounts with representatives of local mussels. Finally give up the night life in California preferring a warm evening with the family at a premium to the success of their professional performance. Following a transfer Internal-proof gourmet, the two landed in Georgia where a hotel accommodates less fragrant, but more connected, a pub with original ideas on customer satisfaction, water traps and a deadly Indian-blues combo that calms them ahead of their visits to places relatives of recent massacres.

a good hour we go to Georgia Tech, admiring the bold architecture partially recovered from the remains of a neighborhood with a high delinquency rate, partially restored thanks to munificent donation of a former student, too busy to become a billionaire in order to Laurer, it decided not to have the name of the university near her on a diploma, and has seen fit to put up an entire building, without the thankless, but always magnificent, the rector of the cloth gave an honorary degree.
When one and peel ...
Recent reports on the carnage at Virginia Tech make us move with some caution, but does not prevent us from appreciating the beautiful park, the vigorous student population and the houses they make a lot of different Fraternities Animal House. The visit is interesting, we drink to their culture and, in return, the crop a demo tank which once again confirms that we will become millionaires soon.
How quick do not know.
After a long technical discussion, we are taken to a House Barbecue allowing a significant local storage of meat sacrificed to our palate, the sound of blues solos dell'insopportabile beauty. Following another intense debate tennica that brings us to the moment of goodbyes and hugs, exchange of business cards, come on you not come before you all right I come - plowed go? - Hello hello takes the kids to school.
exit of the faculty, while praising the innate sympathy for these Georgians, we are struck by a sudden wave of sympathy but genuine provident, almost material, had only half that much sympathy. Startled, we discuss the unexpected delights of this pleasant land and we ran into a building that offers a combination Starbucks - Barnes and Noble. A first attempt at shopping, a coffee that still finds it hard to look like a coffee and a long discussion on the Two Chief World Systems escorted us to the ends of the afternoon: time to leave the territory of the campus is concerned about every student equipped with body armor and bazookas, to give one last look at downtown streets, to retrieve their luggage and, ipso facto, we are at the airport. This time, no control

exaggerated, no striptease, no need to justify unexpected robotic devices, we are out, we can also carry nuclear bombs, only, please, remove them a little 'further.
Going on the plane we are greeted by the hostess who, at the vision of our passport Italian, looks at us and says hello.
But hello, dear, good evening tuttobbene?
The huge experience of transcontinental Ciccio, there are assigned seats near emergency exits and upstairs. This translates into: about two feet of legroom, less crowded than the carnage on the floor below, and faster service due to a couple of dedicated flight attendants.
What's more, before leaving the blond hostess of the above (actually below, as it unfortunately works on the ground floor) is fired up to us and says, hi, as you can see I speak Italian, if you need anything just let me know.
Matònna.
This service makes us!
mentally prepared a long list of things we need, but then fatigue, sleep, jet lag and the champagne makes us cowardly favor some time to rest. When testosterone regains consciousness we are almost there now in Paris, and we can only prepare for the adventure of the most painful and difficult long road to walk across the entire Charles De Gaulle (which, as you know, stretching from Normandy the Savoy) in twelve minutes. Despite my heel phony, and the pair of hernias Ciccio (what I said being young, the other time?) Arrived in great shape and right on time to board the Paris-Pisa Which brings us back home entertainment with the challenges of some pool, but this time the virtual.

I won my prejudices to the States, both positive and negative: after all is not another world as a bit 'I was expecting, but it is sufficiently different to justify the fact of wanting to return sooner or later. My passion for London to orientate a visit to New York, so I put on the calendar, but for the blues that inspires me to return to the south, perhaps in Louisiana, who knows, or in Missouri to do what one of my close friend suggested that while prioiezione attended the Mississippi Adventure

"Ije, if Vaje 'DDA' mmu Veve 'ddu river."

The End