Friday, April 23, 2010

Croatian Religious Sayings Sayings

I do not know what a face he had .. Riders on the storm

Cosenza About 1960

But I knew his name.
I also knew of its uniqueness, its importance at the time of its first steps, his ability to move their minds, the lives of people, before its small wheels, 950mm apart.
Since 1936, far and distant 1936 when he saw the light and lit for the first time the engines. To date, 23 April 2010, another trip. Another trip, after a stop of 41 years. For 41 years the reserve remained in Catanzaro Lido, perhaps hoping that someone noticed her and send him to face some steep slope there, which resides on the rack few miles to the west. He could not, but maybe I would have liked.

June 3, 2009

now the brambles had kidnapped and jealously guarded, away from the looks of irresponsible leaders ready to drive the wrecking balls. It took four guys at first, then go ahead with a "constant" of three, to return the light to shine on quell'ammaccata, and so despised body.
was June 3, 2009, I remember like it was yesterday. An entire summer fled to a succession of FCL Catanzaro Lido station, until he was finally able to break down the last bush, with Roberto and especially with the wooden board. That axis of wood, the little star of the revival of M1.37.

Fotoricordo the complete liberation

The wooden plank, another star of the recovery

November 29, then the wheels back in the rhythm which has been used for years and years.
Slowly, slowly. The Emmina to walk back, finishing the siding where he stayed for five months, suffered five months with the fear to find it vandalized overnight.
No, none of this. E 'come to today, April 24, 2010, as had been.

November 29, 2009

Of course, the fall calendar and several pending pieces specially detached and put in it, but it arrived whole, resisting even a fall yesterday. He does not want to give up, if cacchiarola refuses to give up!
Arrive at 8.25, far from seeing the outline of the roof. I thought I still find it on the piece of track built in the parking lot, but it was already on the truck stop.

8.30 am, the trailer is already on Emmina

The fear of having arrived "just in time" became quite strong. Fortunately, the expected "Cosenza". Roberto, who had missed the train from Locri, has it really done for the skin of our teeth. Meanwhile, there appeared the truck from Cosenza for the rails, even with the capodeposito Massarini other person to whom one can not dedicate a high esteem for his work and the way he does.
last moments, after which the Emmina goes away. Last moments to breathe the air of Catanzaro, the last moments to really involve the small railcar to the context of small station terminal. That now seems so empty ..

Bye to all and goes ..
last look before leaving ..

At this track plan is based on some lake, the TCC, where he probably will return Sparkling. Has not been forgotten, this is the most important thing.
Also because he was curious to see people leaving for Catanzaro City crowd to the windows to photograph our Emmina, almost as if you suddenly realize how unique is this medium. I feel responsible for this thing, responsible and proud. Proud of this little half, recovered from nowhere, now so important, we can say, famous. Happiness for the knowledge that we were able to save her, at least in part. As we set June 3 as we continue to believe and how we still believe. I think it's a sentiment shared by Robert and Francisco, the other two proponents of this enterprise.
M1.37 The return to walk with their own means. I believe this, I am confident. It 's a titanic feat, but basically means we are accustomed to the titanic undertakings here in Calabria.
One thing is certain: come back.

Thursday, April 22, 2010

Cartoons Of Maxine On Birthdays

first birthday of Gabriele


Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Hampton Silversmith Replacement



me is hard to think of a plausible reason to justify his escape from any place to another.
difficult because, whatever and however you think about it, escape is something so fascinating and not totally abstract to put fear in some cases.
I'm used to accompany every train journey with the song which takes its title from the post ( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DKbPUzhWeeI Thanks Jim ..) and I do not know why, but that feeling of "escape", thin sheet of crazy that most intellectual freedom, suddenly becomes strong and highly sensitive.
What then watch the world from a train window is special, especially in my part. First, there is no guardrail, and traffic that the road will "offer", the street where we lose even the taste of trying to scan the landscape in search of something new, maybe when you find it and the usual joker truckload of chickens Amadori stands in front of you. There is even the risk of fear of finding oneself suddenly in a train incrociante line, which has often troubled my travels on the major directions (Learned this trick: piazzatevi always to the left of the direction of travel to enjoy the most of your trip!). And it's even better when you have a camera or pen and paper / pencil. The journey is a form of inspiration for art, perhaps because, in an absolute sense, the journey itself is an art.


(actually there is not too bad .. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0OvC737fqYY )

Sunday, April 11, 2010

Tvcenter Pro Deinstallieren

soon .. very soon.

Porta gradually hand over her eyes.
I can not deny that you ever touch me.

clouded eyes, you wipe the mind, how can you say it's nothing?
For you maybe I would give the worst, the best, all the evil matched with a color.
beat on the keys and back as if by magic, I hear sound, I hear it all away.

My anger accounts for each shot in the back, everything changes, everything changes but it's worth it.

I arranged in what is basically my life.
A low blow in the second year in a give and take away.
Everything can be as long as I drown my heart.
Everything can be but it is only anxiety and pain. Who is

behind the beautiful facade? Ornaments that bewilder, confuse. But
is black, and even if you try the colors do not see them.

there is no sense in this perspective, there is no prospect in any way.
maybe they are nothing without, perhaps it is clear between me and the snake, there is no comparison
no surrender. Only a remove that weighs in the long run.