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THE END OF A DECADE

Today ends in 2010, now ending the first decade of the century ...
Entering a new year is not as strange as
enter a new decade! Think back, rewind the tape, look for the good things
of the last ten years and know what has happened in this beautiful
time has flown by, but damn, ten years is not just some ...

I so out of hand, but I am going to celebrate with friends
the New Year, I look back over the last ten years, returning to my images
when I was fifteen. Well, remember I was in full
adolescence and had a lot of desire to grow, I ancora il walkman in
cui ascoltavo cassettine mixate da me. Ascoltavo il punk e lo ska.

Al passaggio del millenio, esattamente dieci anni fa, ero a Parigi.
Sotto alla Tour Eiffel ho festeggiato con i miei il 2000, mentre nel mondo
tutti temevano il MILLENIUM BUG! Sugli Champs Elisees pensavo
solo ad una cosa: i NOFX! :-D

In dieci anni ho dato troppi esami: la mia malattia morale!
Esami di maturità, esami di letteratura, di latino, di geografia, di storia
e ci sono uscita letteralmente sceeeeema!
Anche se gli esami non finiscono mai, per ora, posso urlare:
HO FINITOOOOO GLI ESAMIIIIII!!! :-D

In questi ultimi dieci sono entrate and out of my life
many people: some without closing the door, others banging on the snout,
other I have not answered the intercom. But I think this is the life.
What is most important is to remember the good times that have passed
with friends, thinking that everything sooner or later,
change. Just smiling at life, however, one can grasp the essentials.

In the past ten years, if you look back, my life has changed a lot.
And if you think too much about me is a bit 'of melancholy, but I do not think
is the time to grieve. Indeed, I hope the new year is
lived by all of you as a beginning, a rebirth!

I think that the loved ones who have gone have left
way to other children who have given new hopes and smiles.
I believe that life is beautiful for this: nothing is ever the same as always,
even if sometimes we are convinced of the contrary!

I see myself in the past ten years I see myself grow and discover new
parts of me, I see myself becoming a new person, with many faults and few
benefits, but those that are, well, I'm proud.

In the 10 years that I remember things in the world are instantly:
the collapse of the Twin Towers in 2001, winning the World Cup
Italy in 2006, the era of infinite Berlusca, the equally infinite economic crisis, the return of the legendary
Inter Eagle and the earthquake in 2009.

And what do you remember? Write in the comments.

I wish you a 2011 full of news and serenity ...

Enjoy the beginning of a new decade ...

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The BHO BLOG ... wishes you Merry Christmas holidays arrive

To all my dear Bho ... Bloggers,
wish you a Merry Christmas.
What is a day of peace and happiness for all
!

Manuela Raganati

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Come the holidays, but they also demand more and more relevant, we are still able to party? We manage to score once again as a public holiday, other than the working day? And, if and when we succeed, what we need now to distinguish it from more and more opportunities we have to celebrate, as we are encouraged by a market that we want to always be ready to consume time and money in assets outside the ordinary? We end up believing that what characterizes the party should be the excess of wealth, to spend the surplus, with a stunning extra-ordinary.

In this sense, Christmas has become the occasion that more than other shows the contradiction in which we live and the resulting paradox of us anxious for the party: since he lost his precious that he derived his being the sole or almost over l’anno, ora sembra condannata a distinguersi dalle mille altre feste che ci siamo inventati attraverso un “di più” di tutto: più spese, più regali, più cibi, viaggi più lontani, adunate più affollate...

Eppure, il cuore e la mente ci dicono che per noi la vera festa è fatta di altro, di cose che non si pesano in quantità ma in qualità, che non si misurano in estensione ma in profondità: incontri autentici, momenti di condivisione, equilibri di silenzi e parole, tempo offerto all’altro nella gratuità. Se siamo onesti con noi stessi, il regalo più gradito non è quello che ci sorprende di più per la sua stranezza o per il suo prezzo, bensì quello that is able to tell us more a sense of who offers it. How can we forget the gifts of poverty in the postwar years, or even today, many families in financial difficulties? Yet it was enough and it takes so little to shine the most humble gift: it was and remains sufficient for the gesture that offers both like to know the heart of the giver, can speak to the hearts of those who receive.

At Christmas, in fact, we should not surprise the other with the display of wealth or extravagance, or stun him with ostentatious excess, but to amaze me and confirm it with love, affection, attention is not always in everyday life are the time and manner to be explicit. The most popular dish at the table, then, there will be more exotic or expensive, but the one that best shows that I know the tastes of those who stands beside me, I know what cheers him, that I just try to say "I love you." Moreover, the most welcomed gift each of us, regardless of age, has never found the last of which everyone speaks ol'ennesima extraordinary news in the next few months will be exceeded, but the simple object that makes me understand that Who chose him has thought of me, could express my unexpressed desires, I have read in my heart.

all things, this, that can not be bought in cash or by credit card, in fact: sovente sono beni poveri, sobri, umili, “feriali”, ma che si accendono di novità per la carica di umanità che sappiamo immettervi. E così, a loro volta accendono di semplicità la festa, fanno sentire che quel giorno è diverso, non perché così dice il calendario dei negozi, non perché lo abbiamo ricoperto d’oro, ma perché abbiamo saputo guardare noi stessi, gli altri, la realtà con occhio diverso, con uno sguardo predisposto a scorgere il bene nascosto in chi amiamo, perché abbiamo saputo essere autenticamente noi stessi, desiderosi di amare e di essere amati. Sì, Natale è davvero festa quando l’amore trova spazio e tempo per essere narrato, semplicemente.

Enzo Bianchi

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Omaggio a. .. John Donne: The Good Morrow

The good morrow , from Songs and Sonnets , 1663.

I wonder by my troth, what thou, and I
Did, till we lov'd? were we not wean'd till then?
But suck'd on countrey pleasures, childishly?
Or snorted we in the seven sleepes den?
T'was so; But this, all pleasures fancies bee.
If ever any beauty I did see.
Which I desir'd, and got, t'was but a dream of thee.

And now good morrow to our waking soules,
Which watch not one another out of feare;
For love, all love of other sights controules,
And makes one little room, an every where.
Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have showne,
Let us possess one world, each hath one, and is one.

My face in thine eye, thine in mine appeares,
And true plaine hearts doe in the faces rest,
Where can we finde two better hemispheres
Without sharpe North, without declining West?
What ever dies, was ot mixt eqaully;
If our two loves be one, or, thou and I
Love so alike, that none do slacken, none can die.

Il buongiorno
Mi chiedo, in verità, che cosa tu ed io
facessimo prima di innamorarci?
              non were weaned?
we eat rural pleasures, childishly?
or slept deeply
of the seven sleepers in the cave?
if so, then, that all pleasures are not
fantasies.
If ever I saw no beauty,
I wanted and had not was that a dream
you.

So good morning to awaken our souls
,
that do not look at the 'each other for fear
for love, all love of other visions
; controls,
and makes a small room, a universe.
Let the sailors go to new worlds, let
maps show
always new worlds to others ,
let us possess one world, everyone has one, only one
.

my face in your eyes, your in my
appears simple hearts are manifested in the face,
Where can we find two better hemispheres without
the frozen north, without declining west?
that dies, it was time in modo armonioso;
se i nostri due amori non sono che uno,o, tu ed io
ci amiamo in modo così simile, che nessuno
              viene meno, nessuno morirà.      

       

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show that metropolitan Sesto. The clown in the courtyard

Esco dalla metropolitana di Sesto Marelli,
I find myself in front of a metropolitan unexpected spectacle. The sun
the eleventh hour the day before
the winter solstice is an almost artificial color.
rays are reflected back from the facades of skyscrapers
the postindustrial city.
The mirrored glass buildings are orange
by a sun that seems fake.
horizon, on the periphery, check unreal white moon.
Viewing this cold and Sixth
dream is fascinating. The ice on the road and on the sides, the snow
make this place even further away from the center.
Finally, captured in the mind, a warm window,

a sunset obscured by clouds in winter
where I see my picture.

Slightly further down, the cold rail.

Manuela Ragan.

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Sitting on a rock in the sea
a poor clown

wind whispers to her sadness.

One day he sat in a dark gray

courtyard and no one has ever understood.


And now wanders the world, and every night
finds himself in front of a sunset
and think what on earth was wrong.

The sea surrounding it, the waves
wet,
the saltiness the dirty wig ... Set the horizon



without finding the end.

Manuela Raganati

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Used Book Fair: a book, a gold nugget

Today I was invited to go to the Used Book Fair organized by the Library of the Senate via the sponsorship of the Region in Hall 1 of FieraMilanoCity.
I did not expect to find so many exhibitors: Quattrocento provenienti da tutta Italia e anche qualcuno dall'estero. Appena sono entrata ho capito che avrei perso la testa con tutti quei vecchi libri!

Ho trovato davvero di tutto: libri di narrativa di primo, secondo, terzo livello; libri per l'infanzia degli anni '30-'40; libri antichi con magnifiche rilegature, libri di carte geografiche di grandi dimensioni; prime edizioni di titoli importantissimi come Il sogno di una cosa , L'odore dell'India , Alì dagli occhi azzurri di Pier Paolo Pasolini e Incontri d'amore di Corrado Alvaro. C'erano libri e riviste d'arte di ogni epoca, stampe a basso prezzo, dischi e fumetti, guide turistiche, cartine stradali, mini-books and postcards and even old photos.

A veritable bazaar of art and culture!

Walking through the stalls I felt so small, and great at the same time!
short, all those books and cultural objects have survived to the time and space. Some were specialized
stands out in its catalog.
cultural objects, in fact, just like all other objects,
are intended for use but also a non-use.
And even a re-use.
For these cyclical change, a cultural object
has a potentially infinite life.
Certainly, this is purely a speech teorico,
ma credo che una fiera di queste dimensioni e caratteristiche
sia un buon esempio di quella che si identifica come
la grande circolazione degli oggetti culturali.

Insomma, un libro economico negli anni '70 costava 600 lire,
oggi costa 2.50-3 euro.
Ha assunto un nuovo valore, un nuovo interesse?
Quel titolo è ancora ristampato? Quel libro è appartenuto a qualcuno?
A chi? E perchè se n'è disfato?
Oggi perchè compro questo libro invece che un altro?
La miriade dei titoli, dei generi e delle edizioni è disorientante.
Quali sono i criteri allora per riconoscere quali libri sono sopravvissuti al tempo?

Dunque, All these issues have been the subject of critical studies
interesting, such as
The modern literary
Vittorio Spinazzola.
But when you find yourself in front of mountains
of books stacked one above the other, without knowing what you're looking
and especially without knowing what you'll find
, you feel a bit 'as a seeker of gold nuggets.
But the key difference is that
every reader is a person with different tastes and sensibilities
and that each book, in fact, is a nugget of gold.

I've always loved books for many reasons: the words,
images, cover art, the smell
paper, the symbol of the publisher,
prefaces, afterwords the,
quotes, dedications, size.
For many other reasons for a certain period
of my life now past, I hated the books.
often caused in me an incredible awe.
I've banished from my room in part, for this.
They created in me a sense of oppression.
Today I realized how much they do
part of my life,
to what have always been with me and what I like.

Just a few days ago, I told how I
love of literature:
surrounded by shelves of LIBRACCIO
delighted to watch all books of poetry and fiction, criticism and essays
of young and old authors,
large and small publishers, large and small, small price.
I spent my Saturday afternoon to find books on
Montale Montale because I spoke to the heart.
Today I tried again that feeling, but even more intensely!
All those books, ready to go for who knows what other
warehouse shelf or fair
(today, in fact, closed the Used Book Fair
inauguratosi December 5)
reminded me of who I am and why I took this road.

Next year, do not forget to visit this exhibition because
if you like books and articles
cultural entertainment, there's sure
something to buy and take home.
In fact, the ones who will find you!

Manuela Raganati