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Each sip was a kiss remembered

The night has just begun in this corner of Europe. The wind blows and the windows shook'm waiting the arrival of the storm to sweep away the stifling heat of the day.
On the table I have what I need: a bottle to deal with the memories and a sheet on which to imprison them. They will be my friends tonight.

Health and you, Zanetta little big woman missing in my life. Of ribbons and corsages that filled the trunks followed you on every stage in every scene, while I waited in vain. Too taken from Art and the need to belong, the beautiful widow and mother absent. I miss you, now as then. Farewell
MM and DC, both with the scripted destiny. Minute and devoted, with red hair under the veil, soft lips, jealousy, not rotting your hearts.
sin The night was a knock at the door of the monastery, hidden behind my mask and under my coat. You welcomed me and dawn surprised us naked, between kisses and whispered deep breaths. Every time they swore to stop, every time it was so nice to start over. We divided the Inquisition and you have not heard from again.

The other guests of the castle screaming over there. They drink and laugh. They laugh at me, I'm sure. Their ignorance is vast. Pose as by philosophers and are nothing more than beasts Bohemia. Tonight, do not fall into provocations and leave them to their chatter.
to another drink and I shall continue my letter.

Hello Henriette, mysterious traveling companion and a lover, to whom I pledged my heart. I wonder if my years were more sweet on your side. Regret will not leave me and you I will remain the memory of that phrase, engraved on a glass window on the way to Paris. "Forget Henriette." Sweet love were wrong. I keep you still here with me. Health
poor Marchioness of UFREE. To you I owe an apology for the deceptions, scams and money you've stolen. Looking for eternal youth and immortality, and you found me, fake magician and occult expert. I am not proud of what I did, but I was young and desperate.
Goodbye to you, damn you Charpillon offended my love to the basest of emotions: indifference. To you I am pushed to the brink of that pit that is suicide. To you I am relieved and even now I find the courage to think of you.

Outside the forest is a dark and menacing. As my future.
Ghosts make me company, saw the bottle with them at the end. Each sip was a kiss remembered, every blink a bow to you all, women in my life. To those who appeared to remain and for those who ran away with my promise of eternal love.
You too, last love impatient. I see you behind the door, I recognize you. Other times we met and I never had the courage to woo. I've always run away from you. Now is the time to be together forever. I ask you only have time to finish my letter and I will follow you wherever you go.


Dux, June 4, 1798 Giacomo Casanova

Sailboat Parts Salvage

Rest patient

There is silence, and the air is cold. Darkness envelops the room like a blanket of thick texture and everything around it, is a figure without form. The moisture rises from the floor of beaten earth and clay. What they say is good. To me, it just puts chills.
'm locked in here and wait. Here I spend my hours, days become months and is fast becoming. I would like to go, discover the world. Its colors, its scents. I would go to a place in the sun, watching the sea with fine sandy beach where it sinks and it moves with difficulty. Finish on shoreline, in the company of friends in bare feet, with the fresh water that is broken ankles and legs splashing, with the breeze that makes you sweat, surrounded by the heat and smell of salt air.
Instead, I have to make do with looking out the window, which occasionally opens to allow air to circulate. I see a strip of grass and the trunk of a tree in the distance, sometimes at the nose of a dog that stops and sniffs around.
Still the same viewpoint.
time I hear the beat on the windows and I guess out of this prison, still, still, under the water that bathes me, washes me, cool. It felt free, happy. As in the past.
Already, because once lived outdoors in the sun. My house was a hill smelling of Trentino, in a silence other than this, where the only sounds were those of gentle nature, and the wind that ran between the rows of grapes.
And now, this winery.
Not only, however, are not the only imprisoned by a meter thick stone walls, underground and in the dark. The company is good, and we support each other. We all come from different places, a mix, a native of every part of Italy. In the evening, everyone talks about himself, where he grew up, what he saw. So for a moment, we seem to leave this cold place, from the brick vaults, and visit new places and unknown.
Sometimes a man comes to visit. Stay here for a while, walking back and forth to the store without speaking. He takes a bottle from a shelf and goes. And we know they have lost a companion. And a little ', envy his good fortune.
The door opens, announced by the sound of the key in the lock and the squeak of the hinges. A shaft of light illuminates the steps and concrete shape in the top of the ladder.
In a moment, the silence of the damp cellar is filled with voices, laughter and noise of cutlery on plates. I concentrate and I feel the music in the background, and a girl who sings.
The glow of neon lights and blinds all of a sudden the room. I recognize the steps, heavy and rhythmic, and I hold you close breathing. The man sneezes, then blows his nose.
If I could, I would raise up, waving his arms, I'd show. I can not stay here forever, I also have the right to go out, to see the plug that keeps me moving slowly closed and disappear with a sudden PLOF. I want to slide down the glass walls of the bottle and fill the glass, at first just a couple of fingers, just a taste, and then down a few seconds faster, and be stopped, with an elegant flick of his hand. I want to make the rounds of all the glasses on the table, I hear the comments of those who drink and leave them a pleasant memory on the tongue, the palate.
Basically, I live for this.
The man is close to my shelf. Scrolls the look on various labels, reaches out and takes the bottle next to me. Then he turns and walks away, turns off the light and closes the door behind him.
sigh and I abandon myself to a new resting patient.
will be my moment, and that day I will be ready, and then no one will forget about me, my taste is fresh and crisp Müller Thurgau.

Kates Playground Strawbery Bakini

Appointments September 3 to 5

Last post by summer cultural events in the province of Lecco, Como and Sondrio. The next reports directly to Twitter and Friendfeed .

Friday 3
Lecco: "Milky Way and flying animals in the September sky, planetary Lecco Corso Matteotti 32, 21:00
Lecco: Lecco 3rd Organ Festival, Basilica of San Nicolò, 21.00
Malgrate (Lk ) LakeComo Festival, Peter Machajdik (piano and composition), Piero Salvatori (cello), Floraleda Sacchi (harp), building Agudio, 21.00
Montevecchia Park and the valley of Curone (Luke): "The last moon ' Summer "XIII festival of the popular theater of research, until September 5, info and program ultimaluna.org

Saturday 4
Borgonuovo Piuro - loc. Belfort (So): Die von Gloken Plurs (The Bells of Piura), a work for soloists, chorus and orchestra, 21.00
Lecco: "Discovering the sky with the Little Prince," meeting at the discovery of astronomy for children ages 4 to 7 years, global city of Lecco in Corso Matteotti 32, 15.00
Lecco: "Stars, planets and constellations: learn how to find and recognize them in the sky", meeting at the discovery of astronomy for children from 8 to 14 years, planetary City Lecco Corso Matteotti 32, at 16.30
Olginate (Luke): "Art, poetry and scent of orange blossoms" spectacle of drama, music and mime, Cine-Teatro Jolly, 21.00
Vercurago - loc. Somasca (Luke): "Singing with the angels" gospel concert for voice, organ and violin, castle of, 21.00

Sunday 5
Borgonuovo Piuro - loc. Belfort (So): Die von Gloken Plurs (The Bells of Piura), a work for soloists, chorus and orchestra, 21.00
Brivio - fraz. Bever (Luke): "Tree" show within the show, "The places of the lake and the Valleys: XI provincial review of puppet theater, games from 14.00, show 17.00
Colico (Lk): Tour of the Montague, fourth edition, non-competitive walk, 8:15 am
Gravesend (Co): Pianomaster Festival 2010, François Dumont (piano), Palazzo Gallio, 21.00
Lecco: guided tour at Villa Manzoni , 10.30
Merate (Lc), "Bicentennial of the birth of Chopin and Schumann's" Piano Concerto, villa Subaglio, at 16.45
Pian di Spagna Nature Reserve: guided tour at 9.00


Info
City Tourist Office colonic 0341.930930
IAT Tourist Information Lecco 0341.295720
Pro Loco Dervio Bellano 0341.810303 0341.804450
Tourist Office
Pro Loco Mandello del Lario 0341.732912
Association tour operators and Varenna Perledo 340.879046
Pro Loco Premana 347.0098024
Valtellina Turismo 0342.215921 / 0342.683470
APT Livigno 0342.052200
Tourist Bormio Alta Valtellina 0342.902765
Consortium Tourist Valchiavenna 0343.37485
Tourist Valtellina 0342.601140
Consortium Tourisport S. Caterina 0342.935544
Sondrio Tourist Office and Valmalenco 0342.451150
Teglio Tourism Consortium 0342.782000
Tourist Valtellina upper third 0342.708524
Tourist Valdidentro 0342.985331
Portal Bregaglia +41.081.8226060

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