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Literature and Disney Fetish Distortion: two modern diseases!

QUAAAAA HERE I AM !!!!!!

HA HA!

Thought you were rid of me, right?

Naaaaaa, I can not refuse to write more delusions! XD but 'nuff said ...

I hope it was for everyone a great Christmas ^ _ ^ now approaching the New Year (drums roll)!

This year, among my many semi-serious intentions, it would be to heal two modern diseases that afflict me much:

- the Literary Fetish (acute)

- Disney Distortion ( in phase stabilazzazione)

Let me explain ...

The Literary Fetish è una malattia pericolosissima , accostabile al verme solitario e alla cleptomania - non scherzo O-O
E' quell'istinto malsano che si mostra nei lettori più incalliti, e che costringe il malcapitato comprare uno sproposito di libri solo ed unicamente perché sono in possesso di splendide copertine!

Capite! E' terrificante! Per esempio: qui attorno ho postato le quattro immagini di quattro pubblicazione che, lo so già, comprerò per via della mia acutissima fase di F.L. Sono un caso grave potute giudicare voi stessi:

- The Replecement, di Brenna Yovanoff = ho trovato poche info di questo libro, e di qualle poche non ho capito assolutamente nothing of the plot (even if the protagonist is male or female). In these cases, usually buy paperback edition - but it does not exist! Do you think that you give up? Ovvimente no, because ... I love the cover! reminds me so much Edward Scissorhands ... * _ *

- Dark Passion of Kresley Cole = third chapter in the saga of the Immortals DETACHED episodes. I have not read anything about this author, but the reviews caught here and gives me an idea of \u200b\u200byet another saga paranormal-romance-erotica (in the mold of the Black Dagger Brotherhood, to say ...). Considering that are in the process Yaoi-Love, I do not know that do with a story like this: + woman sweet and beefy idiot ... compreò but obviously, because I fell in love with pink purple-black on the cover!

- Bloody Valentine, Melissa de La Cruz = this book is part of the saga of the Blue Bloods, blue blood here in Italy (Fanucci published). In this saga, I read the first two books, then I left, disgusted and decided not to take it. Do you think this book will give up? Of course not! Indeed, it is likely that there obstruct an altar, for it ...

- The Immortals bag, Alyson Noel = this author I have not read anything, I know nothing, do not give a damn ... but chances are good that scucirò the pennies needed to buy this adorable box! X___x

Conclusion?

SOS !!!!!!!

I am a hopeless case ç_ç

There is a disease which I trying to detox: the terriile Distortion Disney!
This is a disease that afflicts a lot of people, I think, because you can find at least half the people who grew up watching Disney films (you know ... half the world?)

What brings this disease? It 'easy to understand: no longer know what they are really fantastic!

Hey, wait a moment's thought: people who do not know Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, Snow White, The Little Mermaid, Beauty and the Beast ... are imaginary creatures that are part of our unconscious ... but incorrectly!
Come on ... those who do not think, as you appoint the above as a singing mice, crabs conductors, you airhead and myeloma happy ending where the extraordinary power dell'Ammore converts every single creature in the good side of the Force?

That's fine for charity (I am beginning to think that the hippie ideals are all in Timon and Pumba, for example ...). The problem is that fables and fairy tales should be a great, sweet filter of reality - and let's face it, Disney versions are little.

I noticed original reading fairy tales, or those of Hans Christian Andersen and those of the Brothers Grimm. Go get them: some are so sad (and sometimes very, very cruel ) will leave you breathless.

Ma-cavolacci bitter! - are human.

They are like us.

With a little 'courage, if one day I will have children ... Come on, read it to him, the true story of the Little Mermaid.

Ps first step to heal the distortion Disney read the manga by Kaori Yuki Ludwig! (circles between the tags is the post about it ... XD)

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I just finished reading Vex and Kalix second chapter in the saga of the beautiful McRinnalch werewolves.

Again Martin Millar has delighted me with his fresh style, witty and kind. Rather than chapters, this novel is composed of scenes, each of which Millar gives his humor and his talent in describing and narrating cleverly surreal situations ... but also the most unrealistic. So, just as had happened in previous Girls Wolf, also in this chapter are bills to pay additional to bloody battles between werewolves, school report to write ed incantesimi da distruggere ...

Le avventure della tenerissima, incasinatissima Kalix McRinnalch , lupa mannara anoressica analfabeta e dipendente dal laudano, riprendono dall'appartamento che condivide con gli studenti Daniel e Moonglow , e dalla scuola che adesso dovrà frequentare con lo spirito di fuoco Vex , nipote della regina Malveria , amica della sorella di Kalix, la stilista-licantropo-maga-(stronza, aggiungo io) Thrix . Ma la scuola è proprio l'ultimo problema di Kalix, occupata com'è nel disperato tentativo di costruirsi una vita stabile, e contemporaneamente proteggersi, insieme alla cugina Dominil , increasingly audacious attacks of the Hunters Guild Avenaris of werewolves.

Again, Millar manages to weave the fine weave of characters and stories that revolve around the adorable Kalix. I was once again enchanted by these wolves in perfect balance between humanity and magic, and their stories more enjoyable (for me) and problematic (for them)! Excellent, as always, the character of Dominil, and partly also to Markus. Thrix is \u200b\u200bunbearable for me, but hopes nobody available to the coming into scene Decembrius ... not because I like it, but because any way is permissible because Kalix is \u200b\u200ba little 'peace! ^ O ^

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There was once a small otaku ...

was a gray and cloudy morning, and the little otaku had just returned from school. After lunch, went to her room with the pious intention of studying mathematics in the investigation that was waiting for the next day.

But lo! the influence of some evil genie, the little otaku started the computer and started surfing the net. The aim was to check the emails and then retire to an ascetic afternoon of study. But the evil goblin led the fingers of small, innocent otaku on the keyboard, so typed the name of his favorite manga. A world is opened before the eyes of the little sbriluccicanti otaku, who spent delightful hours reading fanfictions, downloading files, watching and covering omake.

It was so small that the otaku forgot to study mathematics ...

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- I do not answer my mind X3

Scleeeero total, I feel! I am a gassed that we can not guess - the fact that my hands are ticking on the keyboard should worry about the UN, the CIA and the FBI ... seriously, I now I'm dangerous! Sclera ENTHUSIASTIC ARE IN FULL!

XD XD XD ___ sorry, guys, but ... PHILOSOPHY AND THE QUESTION OF 'WAY OUT !!!!!!! DIOOOOO

In short, I was so busy - I did a study that was absurd, even today was not my day, I went almost a week later ..... THIS 'MIRACLE!! XD

The fact that it is only an hour listening to the old men do oh J-Ax and the DARI Bonjour does not help my brain ... X____X
ok, maybe I recover enough to write something more meaningful = D

A proposito di filosofia , è un po' di tempo che mi ero ripromessa di parlare dei libri di Pietro Emanuele . Suoi sono una serie di piccoli saggi che affrontano la filosofia in modo spiritoso e alternativo.

Invece di partire da spiegazioni di complicate teorie e quant'altro, Emanuele affronta il pensiero di ogni filosofo con freschezza e curiosità; non pretende di offrire manuali esatti, ma rende possibile anche ai meno esperti di accostarsi a questa disciplina in modo semplice e divertente. Il che NON VA SOTTOVALUTATO: la filosofia è pensiero, ragionamento, etico, è la mente umana che ragiona sulla condizione umana. Insomma, ognuno di noi dovrebbe avere a minimum of philosophical knowledge. Emanuele books are a great way to approach the topic.

Personally, I've read (and recommend them) two:

- Cogito ergo sum (published TEA) provides an overview of philosophy from ancient Greece to the contemporary, starting from those that have made famous philosophers ; clear from synthetic but rich in content, with an unexpected biographical attention, has proved a valuable handbook for quick review;)

- Philosophers red light (also for TEA) is a thin slender booklet ... that sparked my laughter and my mother (we read almost together) is a work of almost complete biography, and anyone who has studied philosophy knows that, pace of the professors, there's never time to explore the lives of thinkers. This book explores the relationship Emanuele that the great philosophers had sex. Prepare to be surprised - and sganasciarvi! XD

Now post some covers of his books, then go back to bounce around the room in question fibrillation post-XD

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E così lei, algida donna del Nord, aveva conosciuto la passione; quella che fa stirare le labbra ai benpensanti, facendo scuotere loro la testa e mormorare "Ma cosa  troverà in quella?... ". La vita aveva ripreso a scorrere nelle sue vene intorpidite. Aveva ricominciato a sorridere. A ridere.
Una luce, insistente, la seguiva nonostante i suoi tentativi di seminarla, di ignorarla strizzando le palpebre.Cosa volevano ancora da lei? - pensò mentre qualcuno accanto a lei borbottava qualcosa. Doveva muoversi, farsi bella, scendere a controllare che mancasse nel garage comune la macchina della moglie the musician ... He bought a gift for him, for their first anniversary. He had put a ticket in the mail, inviting her out to dinner ... Green light: the car was not there! The short dress bubbled around the slender legs high-heeled sandals that made it even longer.
Here! He pulled the car to be lengthened to open the door on his side. She went up and the sky above his head was full of stars while the machine swallowed the road by increasing the speed. Why run that way? Did not have time to ask: flashing lights, reddish, darkened the glow of the stars next to her while someone yelled, complained ... Then the loud sound, tearing, of a siren pierced the skull, and shook the pain, the swallowing, the gripped. Greedy phagocytosis.
He opened his eyes. The doctor's coat smelled of Stretch and admires.
His son had swollen eyes: the beard, not shaved for days, giving him an air of weary men adult.
He tried to speak but his lips were dry and cracked. Her mother nodded in silence.
"It 's not a breath ..." whispered his companion and her husband gave a nod.
The question that surfaced in his eyes demanded an answer. Her husband whispered: "It 's dead."
She closed her eyes, reached. Recapture, surrendered to the vita.

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Linguaggio gestuale

A noi, uomini e donne, è stata data in dono la possibilità di  fingere, e  le parole, al servizio di qualunque padrone, possono essere usate anche per mentire. Ma se il linguaggio verbale supporta la finzione, il linguaggio gestuale la tradisce, soprattutto con l’avanzare dell’età. Occhietti strizzati e ridotti a fessura denunciano la maldicenza femminile, bocche prive di labbra, ingoiate insieme a troppe parole non dette, nel tratto, zac, che sembra ferita di bisturi inferta a un volto, denunciano il peso, tutto il peso dell’avere subito e non scelto.

Con il passare degli anni, volto e corpo denunciano l’inganno e svelano our true nature. Surfaces in the vacuum of the squalor of a soul look frozen when the frowning face not discover the evil in that void, the poison that has ruled the death of the soul.

Never noticed some smiles that exhibit too many teeth, which bursts open to allow you to swallow every bite, even the most difficult and - as in the story of Little Red Riding Hood - "eat" better?

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The ecoborse? Harmful, and contain lead

DAL NOSTRO CORRISPONDENTE NEW YORK -
Sono l'accessorio obbligatorio per gli americani con una coscienza ecologica: le borse riciclabili, usate per la spesa al posto delle buste di plastica che sperperano petrolio - risorsa sempre più rara - inquinando.
Ma un nuovo studio rivela che queste shopping bag «verdi» contengono quantità di piombo potenzialmente dannose alla salute.
A lanciare l' allarme sono i media americani che citano la ricerca del prestigioso laboratorio indipendente TEI Analytical, secondo cui la metà delle shopping bag contiene livelli di piombo superiori (fino a 8 volte) ai livelli consentiti dalle leggi federali.
Insomma sono un rischio per la salute visto che, con l' usura, il piombo si sbriciola e finisce per contaminare gli alimenti.
Per promuovere il loro intento ecologista, la maggior parte di queste bag sfrutta il tema della natura, con immagini di alberi o della Terra sullo sfondo quasi sempre verde.
E i loro problemi non si limitano al piombo .
Secondo un altro studio (della University of Arizona e dalla Limo Loma University) le borse sarebbero «un vivaio di batteri potenzialmente letali» quali l' Escherichia coli.
Nella lista nera degli scienziati non sono finite soltanto le grandi corporation come Walmart e CVS Pharmacy ma persino il ministero dell' Ambiente Usa che, senza saperlo, ha distribuito borse tossiche per promuovere la Anacostia River Clean Up and Protection Act, the new law which makes use of its proceeds from the sale of these bags to clean up the American River.
To end the scandal, the Democratic senator from New York, Charles Schumer, has written to 'agency Food and Drug Administration, urging her to open an' inquiry at the federal level.
L 'accessory, meanwhile, has infected the VIPs, from Bill Clinton to Sarah Jessica Parker. "The bags are recyclable, such as fluorescent light bulbs mercury," says Barry Lebost, a consultant in alternative energy, "are not the ultimate solution but a step in the right direction."

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looks like a swarm of butterflies wings
imbrillantate
and ice embroidered


rice seems to celebrate
due novelli
freschi sposi
sul sagrato di una chiesa

Sembra zucchero filato
a una festa di paese

Scende bianca

scende lieve

Sembra panna

ma è neve

e con lei l'inverno...

danza.

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Doppio binario (Racconto a puntate: puntata n°7)

Eh sì!, per la prima volta nella sua vita aveva provato a essere dall'altra parte della barricata, in quella zona d'ombra di cui le donne - quelle serie - non parlavano, se non con disprezzo e... rabbia. Rabbia per quelle squinziette, quelle rovinamatrimoni, quelle pantere che dava sollievo immaginare tutte curve e poco cervello, those women who turn on their partner tired of a new vitality, unimaginable, and stimulating erotic fantasy and the ability, no less imaginative, necessary to organize a double life of lies a go-go, work commitments to invent fake, double phone, cashmere sweaters in red ruby \u200b\u200bjustify the unusual presence in the closet, usually immersed in the repetition soothing gray and brown / beige. Now she was the one disturbing presence, those were his humor that remained on the skin, persistent and unavoidable, almost love, love wild, had a scent that can withstand any kind of bubble bath or shower ... hours would have been her, the other, that he was canceling the warmth, safety habits, the thrill of just mentioned rasssicuranti embraces marriage.

It was exciting to be the object of jealousy, not the victim of that feeling painful, humiliating, and corrosive acid such as hydrochloric acid used for scrubbing the toilet, be that barefoot, what, barefoot, was put aside, to be the woman to whom you gave a perfume or a complete or sexy stockings, no gloves or a pressure cooker, combined with the scarf.

Ah yes, the musician had a wife: very busy, very efficient, smart, clever. A woman who was often absent for reasons of lavoro, una donna che mai avrebbe pensato di poter essere tradita. Ma quale donna lo pensa?

(continua... )

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Doppio binario (Racconto a puntate: puntata n°6)

Dopo aver lanciato un'occhiata verificando che non ci fosse nessuno sul pianerottolo o lungo le scale,  lei aveva raggiunto in tutta fretta la porta del suo appartamento dove l'aveva accolta la sua immagine, riflessa nello specchio dell'ingresso - scapigliata, le scarpe in mano, quelle labbra arrossate e lo sguardo chiaro insolitamente allegro - che le era apparsa improvvisamente estranea.

Eccitata e insonne si era affacciata alla finestra, contemplando la città che si andava svelando alla luce chiara dell'alba. Quella selva di houses, where the windows looked like holes left by bursts of bullets, had not notified the usual feeling of loneliness, but rather that the city had seemed the winking, accomplice, an eye, protecting it with the darkness and silence of the streets without ever sounds of the metropolis. There were, as always, doors creaking, banging and swearing that followed, as if to emphasize the simultaneous presence, hidden by night, an underground life, vaguely sinful, lewd and dangerous.

had begun so that story ever told anyone, not kept secret out of shame, but for the fear to see it vanish like mist the sun, as it were a dream, thought for a moment in the transition state of consciousness of waking already part of reality.

had changed, as if a light had turned on the inside to illuminate the eye. His slender body was a bit 'watered, the pitch had become safer, the shoulders were giving to straighten his posture, and so have resigned, a new security.

Everyone, even in the family had noticed.

Al mate, very sure of his fidelity, had told him of improbable and gynecological disorders, with white lies, which she pretended to believe, was already interested in her best friend that, when he spoke of him, blushed and snorted, blaming the fact equally improbable chill by the menopause.

He had discovered the powerful allure of transgression and the excitement of the ambiguity ...

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Come foglia, come pianto

Sull'autunno the fog

already fading

rain gutter,

like water, like tears

And the cherry on the branch, a leaf

,

only one, slow

dangles

e resiste

Chissà come,

chissà quanto?

 

Perché averti amato?

Tanto.

Non sapevo 

che l'amore,

come foglia 

come pianto,

dura un attimo

soltanto? 

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Doppio binario (Racconto a puntate: puntata n°5)

Larghi fiocchi cadevano lenti rendendo invisibile il paesaggio e difficoltoso il passo, ma non i pensieri. Sua suocera non le aveva risposto, nemmeno una parola... mentre lei cercavadi giustificarsi per una scelta fatta tanto tempo prima, quando ancora la gelosia, per quel suo senso del possesso che arose from the need to be loved, and that she had been still-or was it? - Bottomless abyss, dark pit from which no one had ever dared to approach, like a flaming torch in the night.

now invaded Fatigue, muscle after muscle, confuse your thoughts, and his step was heavy and the snow was lit with gold, becoming light yellow and hot that made her slip into sleep hated dreams - colors that are too violent, the troubles - a world that only rationality imprisoned, walling him alive as a convict imprisoned in an impregnable fortress and forever.

"So, what's decision to make?" the voice was trying to be nice, but it was dried and too high. Not to mention that required it to make a decision. On what? He narrowed his eyes and seemed to meet a gaze that stared at her coldly.

"So mom, even the Father ..." You put him well, as my father had called her son, calling the shots. He had just explained that the anger was still there, alive and well, to give him a feeling of blocking the stomach. And if he, the son, had the right to let go in the snow to keep warm in the arms of the greedy owner of a bar of boys, she had the right to make this choice without having the balls between her ex-husband .

"It would be the best choice!"

But look - I think - è arrivato anche lui, mentre riconosceva la sua voce e il profumo del suo dopobarba.

Era una vera e propria riunione di famiglia, peccato che considerandola importante quanto il due di coppe non le avessero detto nulla, né il marito, né il figlio, né... Be', questa era la più bella: c'era anche il suo compagno.

Da chi era stato invitato? E da quando lui e il marito si frequentavano? Eh, già, ormai andava di moda la famiglia  allargata: tutti a far finta di essere superiori, immuni da rancori, ripicche, tutti insieme appassionatamente a mimare di volersi bene, di essere preoccupati per le paturnie della ex moglie, ex compagna, ex, ex...

Se vi aspettate che give you the pleasure to meet you wrong - he thought, taking refuge behind his closed eyelids.

I heard circling that word, annoying like a mosquito: pretending! Not to understand, not to hear ... pretending, pretending.

Pretending what?. It 's funny how people who should know better, do not listen to us, we do not look at it, perched on the assumption of knowing all of us to assume a way of being of itself immune from changes. But the life there runs on without a trace, the lives we change, we change. Not more interested in their opinions: she wanted to live, to do something for themselves, not to give to others, but to take, grab life by the tail ... and discover it.

He had known the man, trivially, that new condominium, comes a winter afternoon, carrying a sea of \u200b\u200bboxes and that piano that did not go anywhere, he had done cursing and swearing traps and drawing curious on the door.

If it was found in front, tall, dark, dark eyes and curly hair as a boy, just graying at the temples. The

smiled holding out his hand and telling her: "Do not tell me you hate the music, I just rented the apartment next to her and she had laughed in turn, intimidated by the look that hot as a slipped sull'interlocutore caress.

In the evening, he played on his door, bearing a tray balanced on a bottle of wine and a plate of spaghetti.

"Have you eaten?" and the smile already spread to the eyes that stared at her amazed, lingering on his lips as if to follow the geometry was the most important thing to do at that time.

"No!"

"So, let me company, but the wine I offer I always manage to find it ..." and had gone on patrol, opening boxes as she followed him, opening a path between boxes and furniture stacked to the least worst.

remembered everything about that night: the taste of wine, the music that he had played the piano, his long slender hands slipping on the keys and strong e. .. After, on his skin, with the same passion and security while the candle light - did not have the electric light - goes out fumigation and the night fills the room.

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Perché tanta meraviglia, Silvio?

Why so much wonder, Silvio? You have transformed politics into entertainment, in the television show by asking the center of the scene - you an incurable ham - and played your part, proud increasingly warm applause, standing ovation included? So what? Your audience has grown weary, perhaps because your show has become repetitive: the same old maidens, all curves and little brain, always la stessa menata, sempre uguali anche i sorrisi mentre gli spettatori all'uscita non trovavano più il cappello, o l'ombrello oppure i guanti, e, alla fine, nemmeno il cappotto e, tornando a casa, qualcuno si è ritrovato il soggiorno allagato e - come consolazione - solo le tue promesse e, di reale, una bottiglia d'acqua minerale e una vanga. Per cominciare a spalare il fango, anche dal laboratorio tirato su a fatica in anni di lavoro... "Come in guerra... " ha sussurrato tra i denti una vecchietta intervistata in TV, "come in guerra" mentre tu, simpatica canaglia, aggiungevi alla tua collezione di case l'ultima: la reggia di Antigua, costruita lontano dal Belpaese, poiché qui tutto rovina e i paesi ruscellano a valle dopo due giorni of rain, along with earth made unstable, dancer, from the hydrogeological. So maybe someone changed the channel and found a more clever comedian - one who played for free - taking you for a ride, making you look for what you have always been: a strolling player. A strolling player! Yes, but that policy, cheerful, never had much and - let's face it once and for all - should be a serious matter.
You can always change the channel, Silvio, and if I were to appear unified networks, a single click to turn the TV off. E 'policy via video, the image, the "disposable", the one that has contributed so much to your success ... Do not laugh any more? The grumbling is not giving on TV You just forgot? Someone like you?
I wonder, Silvio!

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He turned round and stared at her face and off farm.

"How many years, Angela ...."

smiled at her inquiringly.

"Mary, the daughter of Peppino ..." He made a false

nodded and asked, "do not live here any more?"

"After the death of her husband went to live in the city: his son. It is time to time. Mette two flowers at the cemetery ..."

'And' what do I "cut him short with a smile, as already s 'walk along the road turning a short distance to climb spiral down the sides of the hill until you reach the cemetery on the knoll. The few words that followed the wind picked up scattering them on the grass.

He reviewed the road as he had so often done: young children who hopped beside noisy contending his hand and arguing with each other. The sun melted the snow high in the sky that fell from the branches in an aqueous flicker than the pine. The main gate: Tomb of the family was called for aggressive and heavy on small stones around her, as if it were a swarm obsequiously circondasserero a leader of soldiers on horseback.

It was then that he saw her. Stood out clearly carving out a space in the whiteness glittering landscape, the black dress that fell on the slender body mingling with the mass of dark, glossy hair, a veil that obscured his eyes. He stared for a long moment, taking the measurement. Suspicious.

"Angela: I never thought I'd review" said his mother-in-law.

"Life is no surprise. Again!" answered approaching. He wondered who wore the hat too elegant, not very suited to the location and the season, as the dress and shoes high-heeled black suede.

"You have not changed," he added, with a certain envy, noting that the face, the haughty profile, it was still beautiful, incredibly beautiful for her age, and the need to justify himself to her leads her to tell her "I know that you have not approved my decision, but ..."

The woman looked at her, waiting. Or was she who mistook waiting for what was only a veneer of polite indifference?

began to speak, the voice in the silence of the place had become almost a whisper incomprensible, while she was trying to give those words that came from his lips barely a fullness that did not have. Why could not articulate the words, or to detach from each other? They were like a raging torrent, the expression of anxiety now that overflowed flooding the overwhelming silence, bouncing off the tombstones and on the face of the woman, davanti a lei, la osservava fredda, distante, l'espressione immobile, come quella dei volti che le lapidi incorniciavano nel gelo del marmo.

Il rancore, mai superato del tutto, la soffocava e il silenzio dell'altra, lungi dal calmarla, aumentava la sua rabbia mentre le accuse rivolte al marito rimbalzavano su quel nome, il nome della rivale, che le sue labbra nominavano torcendosi.

"Be', dimmi qualcosa, rispondimi!" esclamò alla fine, sempre con quella voce soffocata, innaturale, monotona che non le apparteneva. La risposta fu un enigmatico sorriso, seguito da un gesto fatto la mano: quasi un gesto d'addio che tale si rivelò quando, distratta da un frullo d'ali, dopo aver seguito il volo di un bird, noting she lowered her gaze, surprised that there was no one in front of her and the only noise you heard was the faint squeaking coming from the open door that gave access to the family tomb. A feeling of fear, the vice stomach and hurry, the rush for a few minutes he had granted a truce, pushed her back to get in gear ... To go and, like a hunted animal, running to escape something, to someone. Few seconds were enough to reach the gate and exit.

had begun to snow again.

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Mio caro Presidente...

My dear President,

has not yet realized that his time is up? From the roofs of factories, from the cranes, the roads that are increasingly filled with people, there comes a shout, a roar that will soon be rumbling. Do not you feel, Mr. President, do not feel them, the guys who are hungry for work, immigrants who claim the right to exist, to be citizens like any other, does not hear the grin from abroad, the chuckles of derision that follow it, around it, the false rumors of the servants who still flatter ... ? E 'deaf, President? E 'blind? The working around, and beyond, the story moves fast, where there is direct knowledge, but certainly in the future you will not see because it is old, it is unmade. 'S life, President, with its rules, and there is a credit card that could change.

Look in a mirror in the pale light, relentless, day and realize that is born to be a broken man. Take off the makeup, slip off those ridiculous high-heeled shoes - not a dancer, is a grandfather - to stop and smile (you) save those jokes becere, vulgar, those jokes that are no longer fun no. Take the door and opens them to the shoulders. We did not want to laugh, we turn the page ...

and start over.

disappear, President. Resign! That 's what awaits the country, is what the country requires.

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I have to go - he thought, getting up quickly and leaving money on the table, without looking back, the urgency to move that gave her an excitement for her unusual gestures.
The sun now enveloped the valley opens up before his eyes. He knew those rugged mountains, points, and their silence, knew the road that wound, alternating with short curved straight down into the valley. Although covered in snow would be able to distinguish the path, even with my eyes closed. He quickened his pace, down safe. Compared to the night just past advancing quite delivered. The son followed the more ... He must have stopped. Perhaps the owner of the local offer him the liver sausage in oil, maybe they got tired of following her in the race that he must have seemed meaningless. Be ', had grown up person, if it would manage itself in one way or another.
The coffee was burning the stomach and the bitter cold made her shiver. Almost without realizing it was in a square, one of those squares so common in countries not to be nearly indistinguishable from one another. The ever-present church on the one hand, the bar second, houses and a shop of food to demarcate the space that is at the heart of each country. Some old man playing cards in hand, the beguine front of the church, black as ravens hopping in the snow in search of food. Nothing seems to change, even in the house beside the church.
He went and put his ear to the door of the gate. Silence. Absolute. It had been so long, what had she expected? To find someone? To be welcomed to the sound of brass bands?
He moved slowly and peered through the fence into the garden. It was wild, the bushes had invaded the beds. The hedge no longer trimmed, thick as a wall, fell into disorder intertwined with weeds and overflowing into the square.
"Hello?" His voice sounded shrill and behind him he heard, before you even detect its presence, a woman's voice apostrophe in a questioning tone, "Are you Angela? My God, How long has it been? "
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He turned. The man, even the guy who followed her, smiled, and with a short run to her.

" What day is it? "he asked.

" On Sunday I think, otherwise I would have to work and to school you. "

and smiled, watching him, the frown of all time, the sweater sideways, and step nervous that you ate the road.

"What a beautiful valley this, Mom, I'm excited every time I see ... "

" It 's nice, but I love the sea. "

" I know, you're just a lizard "

coming down side by side along the narrow lane, not snowing anymore.

"I am hungry and you?" he asked.

"No," he said.

The little bar in the country was small and shabby in that its Lindor plastic and sharp smell of detergent that rose from the bucket, full of foamy water, where the owner who squeezed the snot dipped before passing it over with enthusiasm on the floor.

"A strong coffee and chocolate. Do you have any croissants?"

"We salami and cheese, Sir '" and she laughed, her hands on her hips and waving, watching her greedy son, who already assented. She watched him eat

, coffee strong and bitter that went down in the stomach, and asked:

"So you've decided that right ..."

"Good this salami ..."

"faccimo The rest of us, I think who is bono ..." and the curious woman asked, "Where are you from?"

"From far, far away," she said.

"Economics in the best tradition of family ..." and laughed concluding "You convinced me." The owner

hours fiddling around an old radio. A few seconds and the room broke the music. I wish it was love, love the real thing ... and she continued to mezzavoce, the thing that I feel .... and watching his son hit his way to look and color of his eyes, as if he had discovered at that time. What? "What the chromosomes are not water," he thought, confused, because happiness does not require intelligence, just the ability to let go to grab it with all senses and in all its absence of meaning.

From the window came the luccicchio white snow and the sun slanting. Bully.

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The night was dark, starless, dark. She advanced along the path almost groping, stumbling at times on the tree roots protruding from the ground, the cape that fluttered around, gonfionadosi wind and get caught on tree branches that could see when EMEGA spectral darkness.

went, without stopping, step by step, almost an instinct driving. But where? He knew he'd go, he hoped that his instincts guide. Every now and then raised his eyes staring at the sky, seamless, merged with the darkness of the earth, wrapped in a velvet jewel box.

"There will be a street light at an intersection, a box bordered by light, a star escaped the cage of the clouds ..." he thought as his feet trod the earth and she split from frost wrong, wrong. "How long? What time could it be? He did not wear watches, no one had ever endured. The time was kept at a distance, like an unwelcome lover not deign to look: he had already invaded his life to take a pieces, bites, bites in ever larger ... "

A blue flash shattered the darkness. A voice, unpleasant, accompanied him. Someone called. "Angela, Angela ... good morning!" And who is this? It sank in two mammoth tits, smelling of "Stretch and admire," gasped, felt a sharp pain in his arm and, as he answered educatamenteva "Yes?", The voice of a little while ago asked, "How are we going? "." What do you care? "she could not help but think, she said, knowing that I have to say something, muttering the two words" Not bad ... "And with her eyes closed, stubbornly closed, because this was not the light he sought.

something slipped in her throat ... Then again between his lips and dark he found a flake of snow, ice, melted upon contact of his mouth. water it, but we were missing only the snow to make his journey even more hardship and difficult.

made clear the air a pale glimmer at night.

was rising 's dawn.

The World regained firm boundaries: the laugh of relief sang, like a stream to thaw, its echo is amplified clashing, bouncing from rock to rock as the sun lit up the valley that opened up before her, the cottages thrown at random like dice on a table. A cock crowed, and someone walking behind him, quickened his pace.

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love Schnitzler, Arthur Schnitzler, of which I have just read The Return of Casanova, little gem wrote in the early twentieth century Austrian author. Lowering the role of a Casanova in his sixties, the writer suggests it decline, suggesting to the tight wire of an interior monologue, as a soundtrack in the background, the cadence or rhythm. And history shows us a Casanova forced to take note of the insult of the time, trying to challenge comparison with the integrated youth - and the beauty that goes with it - Marcolina lover, a handsome young officer in love with the girl to Casanova who, following a loss to the game that gave them the shod and dressed in all his weakness, will an indecent proposal: a night with Marcolina zeroing in exchange of debt. Casanova, posing as the young officer under cover of darkness, will penetrate into the room of women e. .. At this point, the mail game will not just be a love affair, one more to add to the long list of Casanova's conquests, but the law, the opportunity, the family normal capacity of seduction that will prove not only intact, but glowing, explosive as a fireworks in a night of celebration, not only able to vanquish any other suitor, recognizing him for the umpteenth time, the seducer that no rivals, the man to whom every woman can only dream sooner or later to treat themselves, but also the fate that condemns us to old age. There

advance the final, in a crescendo of challenges and emotions that require it, can only be, as is inevitable, the result of consequential logic of events that punctuate their lives.

the background, even if nothing links the sites of Austria to Schnitzler's novel, the degree of maturity which the author arrives in deepening the psychological analysis of characters, primarily Casanova, brings me back to the Vienna of Freud, the birth of psychoanalysis that the culture was able to produce ... just before the war to overwhelm and destroy forever the empire of the Habsburgs.

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Even now, even now .

hate pain

powerfully changes the voice, the arrogance of feeling

perfect

and among all the feelings, the

elected.

hate his surrender to life

its weakness.

I hate the slimy pietism

cheating

gaze of those who never managed to cut a goal.

hate that imprison me,

suffocate me, I

domes.

hate his steps slow, calm

that going

his lengthy

that have eaten my life.

I hate his retrogustogusto

bitter as gall
a last coffee

black as your eyes

where

already danced her smile of honey.

hate her every

its contradictions

that way of breaking, crashing


and devastated for you to discover, almost
was her habit, that life

love her even when he is well hard
even now, even now
,
even now.

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Smells masters

And our good Marchionne, who sat perched almost to as an owl statues carved into the night - before Fazio, last night in Che tempo che fa, disperses, with the obvious discomfort but tolerant at the sight of a party a bit 'obtuse, enterprise. Yes, because our, while in graduate filisofia proof of value, which he reiterated the thought that dissects the ideas drawing ideals, emotions and feelings, is a engineering, which is a car ... It 'man of action, working eighteen hours per day, adds and subtracts numbers to make a profit, retained earnings bales. S hazelnut ranking, percentages, and then throws there, with the nonchalance that befits a man of his prestige, that useful quarterly operating not only high, but above all the product totally out of native soil. Yes, because the cost of labor, which affects both the operating profit, is high, too high in Italy than in Poland or Serbia. And so we find that Italian workers rests on the primary responsibility for the crisis in the industry, their expensive, to the low attachment to the factory, on truancy, the claims ... Those same workers to what did you think when Marchionne, objecting to the demands of his most trusted associates, refused to close their establishments Pomigliano, incidentally, also not to return to the territory that mafia. Fazio listen Marchionne and opposes the miserable salaries received by workers, insecurity job, the incentives paid by the government to Fiat, but his words were swept away by an annoyed that Marchionne emphasized that the incentives have encouraged Buyers - among other things, a few - Italian machines and only indirectly the Fiat, which has nothing with which the government has closed all liability position.

Fazio swallow embarrassment and flaunting ignorance economic / social and business by enabling a Marchionne now launched to expose themselves to ensure an adjustment of wages to the level of our own and Community in exchange for a partnership - benefits to all - with the unions. Incidentally most restive union with its counterpart - the CGIL still dragging its feet and represents an insignificant part of Fiat employees.

Then he gets up and walks away, leaving behind an unpleasant smell but known: stink of masters.

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Youth unemployment

While I'm here, in these days still full of light, to think - not that much else I can do now - I can think of the unemployed, so their own. I imagine them as a long line of people, head down, glued to one another on hold. What to expect and what they think? How they live, or rather, as the unemployed do not live? They get up late because they sleep late, very late ... watching movies that TV transmits impossible hours, so they are not tired: I am only distressed and then try to distract, but instead of falling asleep, exhausted from daily work, the whole front of the usual pap American heroes and special effects are starting to see film valuable. It 's a television that was unknown to them, which makes them a bit early' yawn ma poi... Poi iniziano a pensare, con fatica si staccano dal pensiero ricorrente e angosciante che domina il loro cervello, quel posto di lavoro perduto diventato nel ricordo simbolo di un Eldorado da sogno. Guardano film intelligenti e scoprono di avere un cervello anche se per molto, forse troppo tempo, lo hanno ignorato: al punto di credere a un ometto che snocciolava bugie come una mitragliatrice proiettili, al punto di credere che la crescita economica sarebbe stata inarrestabile, il posto di lavoro sicuro, ricchezza e benessere a portata di mano. Capiscono di essere stati ingannati, sfruttati e poi "gettati a mare" come la zavorra di una nave in un mare in tempesta. Lo sconforto diventa rabbia, si colora di umiliazione mentre scatta l'invidia, esplode la collera. A volte a farne le spese sono figli e mogli, oppure i genitori, dai quali si è ritornati per avere un tetto sulla testa, instaurando convivenze impossibili. Si oscilla tra la depressione che uccide e la rabbia che fa uccidere. Serpeggia la ribellione, lievita come un dolce appena infornato. Una generazione fatta a pezzi apre gli occhi sul deserto che l'avidità dei padri ha lasciato in eredità ai figli. I progetti, i sogni si rivelano illusioni, pure illusioni, si vive all'insegna della provvisorietà, si naviga a vista, come navi nella nebbia. Nemmeno i più ottusi potrebbero pensare a una crisi congiunturale: è in atto un cambiamento epocale la cui portata è imprevedibile, anche se qualcosa sembra emergere dalla fog.

will be a poorer world, much more competitive: a world in which America and Europe will deal with China, India and other emerging countries, other cultures ... It will be a handover or soft dark screeching weapons? The power is not allowed, nor yield. Is won, tears in its holder.

We hope that our young people who were forced to stop the suit, do not wear the uniform ... Would be the final slap in the face of power to a generation that has already paid a high price.

Hopefully Leone, Coppola, Monicelli, Rosi, Scorsese and Cimino, in those long nights in front of the TV, have taught them something.

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Velo organza


veil of organza



in the warm air of the evening that your favor,
newly discovered
veil of organza
the enclosed. Bridal Veil

swallowed the pallor

burning candles on the altar

Rossovestita,
very low-cut, with the wisdom

requiring
tango,

indulged his arrogance


Lace gloves on your hands tomorrow without

followed him with difficulty
is a slow waltz
slower and slower as


life that no longer dance.
patient.

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THE STOPPER

G stopper them are ideologically those players (and others) opposed to the free role. If the latter is the free spirit, forgive the word game, the team, the soul " white", then the stopper is hard, the bad, and the hound ... the player designated to "bite "attacking the ankles of the players for all 90 minutes of play, and beyond. The tasks of the stopper so are purely defensive, and with the advent of free, more forward, the stopper becomes a player unique, indispensable in almost any type of team. His tactical tasks, as we said, are purely defensive, and to do their "job " clutch players must be physically strong, good hitters head, tough, even a 'mutt. Given the great "fame" of the role from the 60s onwards, there are several eminent interpreters of this role in the history of football here are three.

Pietro Vierchowod con la maglia dei viola.

Jurgen Kohler , mastino tedesco della Juventus e del Borussia Dortmund degli anni ‘90, è un giocatore notevole per coraggio e leadership, tanto da venire ricordato come uno dei più tenaci   marcatori di sempre. E' dotato di una straordinaria forza fisica, di discreto passo e di grande stacco, cosa che gli consente di rendersi pericoloso anche durante il giuoco offensivo. Forte fisicamente, prezioso tatticamente e dotato di grande leadership Jurgen incarna il prototipo del calciatore muscolare e mordi-caviglie di Germania, che bay to the point and play a football masculine, almost ferocious. It will be the cornerstone of all the clubs that will play as well as the German national team for 90 years, and one of the best stopper in recent years.

The second player is Peter Vierchowod , backbone of the Roma and Sampdoria in the 80's and 90's. Rather underrated player, Peter is probably one of the most complete clutch of international football scene. At an extraordinary physical puissance "Czar" adds an unusual speed (for the role, as well as its physical characteristics), qualities that make it virtually impossible adversary to be overcome for any striker. It is also equipped with a powerful shot and precise, with great stamina and a good sense of position.

The German Forster.

The third and final player is another of the German school biondaccione : Karlheinz Forster . Imposing physique but dry, as Vierchowod combines great strength with remarkable speed. It 'a player can maintain focus for 90 minutes of play, and his long strides allow him sometimes miraculous recoveries on defense. E 'have a good long ball and an excellent header.

Other stopper to be reported in the history of football's Billy Costacurta and Italians Riccardo Ferri, the Englishman Jack Charlton, the Scot Billy McNeill, the German Hans-Georg Schwarzenbeck, Argentine Oscar Ruggeri, the Bolivian Hector Chumpitaz.

Over the years, the German and Italian schools are those that have produced the best players in this role, because of their mentality is more focus to a defensive game.

central defender

Nesta in action.

central defender is the natural evolution of the free and the stopper. It 'a player who combines the best features of two over-mentioned roles. To get out is primarily a defensive player but have also brought up a foot and a good vision, able to restart the action from the sidelines. It 's a modern role, and as such requires some special characteristics: concentration, physical strength, and shot placement. Some players in particular have embodied this role to perfection. Here they are:

The first one is Italian Alessandro Nesta . Although plagued by injuries, Sandro is considered by almost all central defender strongest ever. With a prodigious physical strength, endurance and speed, elegance and Nesta is "cleansing" of assistance for its strength, so much to remember, style and touch of the ball, some large free of the past. It 's a tough player to pass for any attaccante, in quanto praticamente privo di punti deboli. Solo una serie incredibili di infortuni ne hanno limitate le (già enormi) potenzialità. Il secondo giocatore preso in rassegna è probabilmente un nome meno conosciuto, ovvero quello del cileno Elias Figueroa . Elias viene considerato il miglior difensore sud-americano di sempre, addirittura migliore di un mito come l’Argentino Daniel Passarella.

Elias Figueroa.

Il Cileno è dotato di un fisico tonico, asciutto ed esplosivo. E' un marcatore tenacissimo e coraggioso, che non si spaventa di fronte a nessun attaccante. Tatticamente è un giocatore eccezionale: tiene la posizione in maniera quasi perfetta, è forte nell'anticipo e nei tempi di inserimento. A queste straordinarie qualità si aggiungono ottime doti tecniche e di palleggio: è dotato infatti di una buona visione di giuoco, di un lancio lungo preciso e difficilmente sbaglia i disimpegni.

L'ultimo, straordinario, difensore centrale è l'italiano Fabio Cannavaro , uno dei pochi difensori a vincere il prestigioso pallone d'oro, nonché a disputare un mondiale, vinto, da grande protagonista. Di statura piccola rispetto allo standard del suo ruolo (177 x 77 kg), Cannavaro muscularly is an explosive player, very fast in the narrow and has an extraordinary elevation. It 'a player who is from the advance of the merger and its strengths: when the games do not count almost never wrong, and it is a sort of mastiff attacked the ankles of the attacker opponent. It 's also a great captain, a courageous leader who leads the team to victory. He was entrusted with the rearguard of Italy won the World 2006, a defense considered virtually puncture also, and above all, thanks to its extraordinary performance. Other examples of big central defenders: the Frenchman Marcel Desailly, the Dutchman Jaap Stam, Carles Puyol English, English, Rio Ferdinand, the scozzese Alan Hansen (da molti considerato il miglior difensore Britannico di sempre) e l'argentino Walter Samuel.

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O Rey - Pelé

E’ una tiepida serata a Bauru, comune Brasiliano nel popoloso stato di San Paolo. Sono da poco passate le 23, e nell’aria si respira un’atmosfera irrequieta. Milioni di persone si disperano, incredule, per un fatto ritenuto da tutti impensabile. Nella finale della Coppa del Mondo, tenuta proprio in Brazil, the hosts were very strong in the final defeat by arch-rivals Uruguay, in an evening that will later be called " O Maracanaço " , the tragedy of Maracanã, stage where the final has been played. Among these people there is also a distinguished 33 year old gentleman named João Ramos do Nascimento. João, known to everyone as " Dondinho ", was a good footballer, a striker and mobile technician who had a decent career at the club until a bad injury not forced him to retire prematurely from the scene. This evening is also sad for him, crying in despair in front of the radio. His 10 year old son, who was also bitter, and approaches him, holding a hand on his shoulder, whispers " V oce não tem pai-se que worries. Um dia eu vou ganhar a Copa do Mundo - Do not worry Dad, someday I'll win the World Cup . That child's name was Edison (named after American inventor Thomas Alva Edison ) Arantes do Nascimento, but one day he would become famous around the world with a nickname that will be saddled with the elementary schools: Pelé.

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The Sunday Times after the victory of Brazil in the 1970 World Cup

O 'Rey - Player

extraordinary upside of "O 'Rey".

The way to play with Pele was the most harmonious imaginable. He did not ever need to force every single play flowed from the coordinates most natural and simple. For this Pelé is still identified as the calcium in its most pure. For this reason, many football coaches say that Pele played football as a child. It 'the only player, according to some historians of the Brera and other great Brazilian football and South American, who was born with football in his blood. At 16, Pele was already a champion through and through. It 'just that that differentiates it from other great football famous players like Diego Maradona, Alfredo di Stefano, Johan Cruyff ... they are all improved in one way or another during their career, there are those who have improved tactically, as Maradona, who in the technique (Di Stefano) and so on. Pelé no. Pelé was already "Pele" in 16 years as it was at 20, 25, or 30. And this fact stands above all the other player in football history.

Pelé in 1958.

Talking about the footballer Pelé groped to describe it as the ability of the piano with Mozart, or Van Gogh with a brush, pure footballing genius. Although it is the inspiration of crystalline Diego Armando Maradona, O Rey seems born to play football, do you have an impressive musculature, which allows sudden accelerations, changes of direction, despite the deadlift exceptional height. His way of playing is the most natural can be. E 'able to kick with both feet with the same, disarming ease. His shot is extremely powerful and accurate. He has an extraordinary eye for goal, his movements are always unmark intelligent and useful to team is very strong head-law action in an extraordinary way. As happened with big players like Maradona and Cruyff, Pele in the field seems to be moving in "early" compared to the same opponents and teammates. Has no weaknesses: it is extraordinary finalizer, assist-man, so lethal in the penalty area as the distance. Mark in every way: right, left, inverted scissor kick, head shots, free kicks, penalties, tactical intelligence in the field is always amazing and the location at the right time. Pelé was born for football.

The Role

The Black Pearl in action.

start with the dispel a myth: Pele NOT 'THE FIRST TIP , a pure striker, or if you prefer. The Brazilian wears the number 10 shirt on his back, which historically belongs to left midfielder, an attacking midfielder. From the tactical point of view Pele could nowadays be defined as a second striker . In the club, Santos , infatti la prima punta è il possente Coutinho, centravanti tanto vigoroso fisicamente quanto letale in area di rigore; in nazionale invece le prime punte che affiancano Pelé sono Vavà nel ’58 e Tostao (che però è un giocatore più completo della classica prima punta) nel 1970. A onor del vero, grazie alla straordinaria intelligenza tattica di cui è dotato, Pelé è in grado di giocare in qualunque ruolo sul fronte offensivo, anche come trequartista offensivo, come accade nei mondiali messicani del 1970. Come accade con tutti i grandi fuoriclasse, è Pelé stesso a decidere la propria posizione in campo, e la riprova di questo è chiara in una partita giocata dalla nazionale verdeoro contro l’Uruguay, la squadra tatticamente più “Europea” del continente Sud Americano: O rey, nel ruolo di seconda punta non riusciva a trovare spazi, continuamente ingabbiato dai ruvidi difensori uruguagi. La perla nera decise così di spostare il suo raggio d’azione, arretrando in campo addirittura dietro il regista, a centrocampo! La sua mossa si rivelò azzeccata, ed egli contribuì alla vittoria finale in maniera decisiva.

Forte contro i deboli ?

Una delle accuse che i pochi – fortunatamente - detrattori del Brasiliano adoperano è quella di sminuire il giocatore affermando che i suoi grandi numeri in zona goal derivano dal fatto di incontrare per lo più difensori mediocri e squadre poco organizzate tatticamente.

E’ veramente così ? Pelé è stato grande solamente perché ha giocato in un campionato mediocre che ha esaltato le sue caratteristiche ?

La risposta è no. Un giorno il Santos di Pelé incontrò lo Stade de Reims di Kopa , squadra francese che era una delle migliori formazioni d'Europa all'epoca e venne travolta 3-0 dai Brasiliani. Pelé giocò una partita meravigliosa, ergendosi nettamente su compagni e avversari, dominando contro la difesa francese nella stessa identica misura in cui dominava contro le difese sudamericane.

Straordinario stacco di Pelé, che sovrasta Burgnich.
1970

Oltre a questo , alcuni osservatori definiscono la gara di ritorno dell'Intercontinentale del 1962 contro il grande Benfica (squadra più forte dell’epoca) a Lisbona la miglior prestazione di sempre del Brasiliano. Il Santos won 5-2. Pelé had 3 goals and 2 assists. Lisbon sat in the stands and Nereo Rocco Gianni Brera. Rocco said, "I came to see a midfielder, but I say that with this Pelé would not need other players ... a terrifying monster ... the worst nightmare that could disturb the dreams of a coach opponent." The comment by Gianni Brera instead was "it takes 5 Eusebio top of each other to do Pelé seen in Lisbon " .

In the 1958 Swedish World, to only 18, Pele was the undisputed protagonist of the competition, scoring six goals in well 2, decisivi, in finale contro i padroni di casa. Nelle Coppe Intercontinentali, che il Santos giocò contro le migliori squadre Europee dell’epoca, o Rey fu il terrore delle difese avversarie, siglando goal strepitosi e offrendo prestazioni perfette. Lo stesso accadde nelle partite che il Brasile giocò contro le squadre Europee. L’arcigno difensore Tarcisio Burgnich (marcatore del brasiliano) dopo la sconfitta Italiana contro il Brasile nel 1970, affermò “prima della partita mi ripetevo che era di   carne ed ossa   come anyone, but I was wrong. "

This will give further confirmation to the fact that Pele Pele was against any kind of marking.

The Goal and other numbers

really Pele scored many goals? 1000? 1200? 900?

From counting total goals begin with the 'friendly exclude, for obvious ragioni.

Calcolando solo il campionato nazionale, Pelè ha giocato 496 partite segnando 504 goal (una media di 1 partita).

Nelle Coppa Nazionale Pelé ha segnato 30 goal in 33 presenze.

Nelle Coppe Internazionali (Intercontinentale) il brasiliano mise a segno 28 goal in 27 partite.

Nei Tornei Nazionali (Torneo Rio-San Paolo, per lo più) le presenze sono 110 e i goal 86 .

Il Santos di Pelé. 1962

Se andiamo a sommare le presenze ed i goal in tutte queste competizioni, UFFICIALI, le presenze totali di Pelé sono 663 , ed i suo goal 648 (media di 0.97 a partita).

Lo strabiliante calcolo degli oltre 1000 goal comprende, in realtà, le amichevoli (quindi partite NON OFFICIALI) , la maggior parte delle quali giocate contro squadra di infimo livello.

Alcuni numeri strabilianti: Pelé fu cannoniere del campionato Paulista ben nove volte, 3 volte di una Coppa Nazionale (Taca Brasil), 1 volta del torneo Rio-Sao Paulo, 1 volta della Copa Libertadores, 1 volta della Copa America.

Il campionato più prolifico fu quello della stagione 1961: 27 le presenze, ben 47 i goal (quasi 2 per game). As the number of goals but the most prolific season was that of 1965, where the goals were well 49.

Even in the Brazilian national numbers are impressive: 77 goals in 92 games. And 'he the leading scorer of all time the national team.

Childhood and Youth

Pele was born in the city of Três Corações, Brazil. His father is former player Fluminense Dondinho (al secolo João Ramos do Nascimento), sua madre è Maria Celeste Arantes.

Un giovanissimo Pelé, ai tempi del Bauru

In onore dell’inventore americano Thomas Alva Edison , Pelé viene chiamato Edson (senza la i, quindi), ma nel momento di stilare il certificato di nascita un errore di battitura riporta il suo nome come “ Edison ”, e non “Edson”. In brasile c’è una moda di dare soprannomi fin da piccoli, e il giovane Edson is no exception. Uncle Jorge calls it "I say," by which nickname Pelé is still called by the immediate family. Teammates call him of Santos "Gasolina" in honor of a Brazilian singer of the time.

is saddled with the name Pele Edson at school, in consonance with the name of the port of Vasco de Gama " Bile." Edson, still does not like the name Pele. He declares that it even beat their classmates to have it named.

Pelé grew up in an extremely poor, in Buru, in Sao Paulo region. The first money they earned working as an assistant in tea shops. From an early age his talent is undeniable, and his first coaches to train the hand over as much as possible. Unable, for economic reasons, to buy a real ball, Pele is training for years and plays with a sock filled with newspapers and kept closed by a cornicina. At the age of 15 years, however, his life changed forever.

career, between Santos and National

La carriera di Pelé è straordinaria sotto qualunque punto di vista: basti dire che prima e dopo di lui il Santos è stata una squadra “normale”. Pelé rese grande il Santos, non viceversa.

In 18 anni di onorata carriera “ La Perla Nera ” vinse 10 campionati Paulisti, 3 Tornei Interregionali, 5 Taca Brasil, 2 Copa Libertadores, 2 Coppe Intercontinentali e 1 Coppa dei Campioni Intercontinentali. Nei primi anni ’60 il Santos era sulla vetta del mondo.

Waldemar de Brito (estrema dx) youth coach gives instructions. Pele,
sat down, smiling.

As in all things even the team's debut in Edison was premature: only an observer 15 years of Santos (Waldemar de Brito, a former player) this kid looked phenomenal at the time the local team Bauru, and proposed to be affiliated directly to the president immediately, spending incredible words of praise for him. The first year he played in the youth of the Pelé Santos, scoring, it seems, almost 100 goals in 30 games, an average of more than 3 per game. At 16, a year later, Pele signed his first professional contract and made his debut in the first making team in a short time, the proprietor. At the age of 16 years became the top scorer of the Paulista Championship. O Rey's career accelerated when it undergoes a sudden, just ten months after signing his first contract, was summoned for his country.

The world's first Pelé, 18 years, now sees a great protagonist. Hailed by the press and teammates Pele is the first attacker, with Vava, in the hierarchy of the coach, but improbable theories "racist" Garrincha and push him off the team for the incredible first few games.

Pelé e Zito festeggiano la vittoria mondiale del '58

La partita di esordio del fenomeno avviene contro il Galles, squadra quadrata e aggressiva. E’ Pelé a condurre alla vittoria la squadra con un goal decisivo, facendo ammattire la difesa avversaria con serpentine e grandi giocate. Se quello contro il Galles fu “solo” un lampo, nella partita contro la Francia Pelé si scatena. Il risultato finale sarà di 5-2 per i verdeoro, con il giovanissimo Pelé autore di una tripletta straordinaria, oltre un assist decisivo e grandi giocate. Il mondo comincia a mettere gli occhi su questo ragazzo, e i primi osservatori iniziano a segnarsi il suo nome sul loro taccuino.

Superata la semifinale, la finale si giocherà il 29 Giugno 1958 contro i temibili Svedesi, che inoltre giocano in casa sostenuti dal loro pubblico. La Svezia di quegli anni è una squadra fortissima, con  grandi giocatori del calibro di Bergmark, Liedholm, Gren, Hamrin, Simonsson e l’estroso Skoglund. Poco prima della partita i giocatori Brasiliani sono rinchiusi nello spogliatoio, tentando di concentrazione. Alcuni piangono dalla tensione, altri sono seduti in un angolino a fissare il vuoto, altri ancora, come l’esperto Nilton Santos, camminano su e giù per lo dressing to calm the situation. Pelé no. He lay on a bench, slept. The companions are incredulous: how can a kid just 18 years old, his world debut, sleep and half an hour from the start of the final of the matter? No one can comprehend.

The final Brazil plays it openly, as indeed it always used to. Pelé once again shows he is made of: over the 90 minutes the young Edson rises sharply on teammates and opponents, scoring two wonderful goals, serving a crucial assists, playing one of the best games of his career. Brazil is campione del mondo, e il merito è in gran parte di quel 18enne dalla muscolatura felina e dal senso del goal degno di un fuoriclasse navigato. Alla fine dei mondiali Pelé avrà segnato ben 6 goal, di cui almeno 4 di splendida fattura.

Pelé con l'amico e compagno in nazionale Garrincha

Dopo i mondiali, tornato nel Santos, la carriera di Pelé continua. Insieme ai compagni Zito, Coutinho e Gilmar (su tutti) il Santos diventa la squadra da battere, e Pelé è la sua stella più lucente.

In May '62, just before the World Cup, the biggest teams of the time (Real Madrid, Internazionale, Juventus, Manchester United) are trying in every way to rip Pelé to Santos, but you have to pull back when the star of Santos was declared "National Heritage" and is, in fact, prevented from moving abroad.

In 1962, although just 23-year-old, Pele is already a star in world football scene, and as such is treated "special" by the opponent's defenders. Brazil starts great, but already in the first game la perla nera viene sistematicamente falciato dai difensori avversari. Alla seconda partita, contro la Cecoslovacchia, Pelé è costretto ad uscire per un brutto infortunio, senza mai poter rientrare. Il Brasile, complice un Garrincha straordinario ed autentico trascinatore, vincerà comunque il suo Mondiale, dimostrando alle malelingue che è tutt’altro che Pelé-dipendente.

Due anni dopo il trionfante mondiale, nel 1964,  accade un fatto curioso: Pelé rischia per la prima volta di perdere il titolo di capocannoniere, che ha vinto tutti gli anni dal 1958. L’ultima partita il Santos la gioca contro il Botafogo de Ribeirão Preto . Pelé will mark eight of the eleven goals in total, with the teeth regain the title of top scorer. The coach of Botafogo, Osvaldo Brandao, was fired immediately after the resounding defeat for the coming few weeks, taken a strong Corinthians. The debut with his new club is, curiously, just against Santos of Pele, to score four goals to the opponents. A curse.

Pelé signs the opening goal against Italy. 1970.

In 1966 things do not go well for the Brazilian phenomenon: the English world was characterized by a very hard game, and the star was a green and gold of the players to suffer. A rude, to say the least, intervention by the Bulgarian defender Pele Zekov forced to leave prematurely. This time the injury was less severe than expected, so he bravely decided to return as early as the third group match against Portugal's Eusebio strong. In the game against Portugal, the Lusitano coach builds a real cage around players Pele, with only one goal: to hurt him. After a few minutes of game action split a Portuguese defender Pele puts back ko, which is another Once forced to miss the rest of the world competition. The Portuguese won 3-1, virtually eliminating Brazil from the tournament.

In the 1970 Mexican World Pele, now 31 years old, was again the protagonist. In Brazil, stronger (and spectacular) of Pele always now no longer second toe as in the previous edition, but plays as offensive playmaker behind tostão, showing great tactical intelligence. Brazil also will win this World Cup, and The Black Pearl is one of the best along with Jairzinho, gunboats, and tostão. In 1974 O Rey you decide to spend the last years of his career in the New York Cosmos, the American team. Despite to 37 years, the phenomenon will mark two years in 31 goals in 50 matches.

Fame

Between the mid-60s' and early 70 the name of Pele is on everyone's lips, and Brazil, although still active, is unanimously considered as the strongest player ever. To understand his reputation is enough to mention the episode, very strange, happened in the Congo in 1969: In those years a bloody civil war splitting the country into two. During a tour of African Santos, however, the whole country stopped and gathered to admire the Brazilian athlete in action at the stadium. During his extraordinary career, but especially after, Pelé received prestigious awards around the world, was one of the few players to receive the prestigious appointment of " Knight Commander of ' Order Empire British " .

At the end of the 90 different organizations (IFFHS, L'Equipe, France Football, FIFA, IOC, Reuters) recognized Pelé to the prestigious status of "Athlete of the Century ", consecration - in fact - as the best player in football history.

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