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Sons of the Bible or the children of Homer?

A reflection this that seemed worthy of being revived:

Do not worry, this time no speak of religion, but of artistic and literary influences. I found an essay that I read when I was delighted to History of Religions. The essay is Fortunato Pasqualino , references are to of Mimesis Erich Auerbach , but the gist is: why literature northern European (and American to follow) has outdone herself in the excavation of the psychological character (horror, thriller, yellow), while the Italian (speaking of classics) seems completely devoid of mystery?

The blame should be equally divided between Homer , the Counter , the mentality of Epicurean Renaissance and a certain carelessness, all the Italian for divine things. Probably this is between us and some of pope Joseph Ratzinger There's bad blood? Bah. But let's order.

Cito Eugenio Scalfari a few weeks ago: The Homeric poems are the starting point of Western literature ... The Bronze Age heroes depicted in the Iliad, and the gods that guide the actions , materialize at least four different destinations: Achilles, the beauty of force and war, Hector, the defense of the city and 'Piety' that will be taken up by Virgil and revived the character of Aeneas, Agamemnon, the power bloated and meandering, Odysseus, the superiority of intelligence.

We find in these four characters are cliché of all literature to come. This is true. But there is a junction between the clean and precise way of writing, and to treat the characters, creators and those of northern European Italian authors. And the bifurcation, according Pasqualino, would be created at the time of the Counter Reformation. After near-fatal blow received by the Reformation of Martin Luther , Church of Rome decided to ban the reading of the Bible (ace in the sleeve of Protestantism ), especially to prevent the attendance of those pages generated in the faithful the temptation of a free and, So heretical . A decision that is easily grafted on the trend throughout the Renaissance (and especially Italian) just take care of the divine in favor of the earthly. Closer, useful, and why not, even more fun. Strictly speaking the last biblical Italian was the punisher Savonarola and, somehow, his stake marked the end of each sense of mystery in the style of Italian literature. Deprive us of going to Bible means cutting away the concept of man as troubled and dramatic, fought, all for peaceful relationships, simple and optimistic that were characteristic of the Homeric style. E 'Auerbach in his assertion Mimemis : Homer's style will not hold your breath, do not like the tension, surprise. Homer shows us things as they are finished and correct. Nothing is left unexplained. Everything must be clear and distinct place in the foreground, with no attention to the background and the prospect human.

I quote from the Bible :

After these things God tried Abraham, and said, Abraham! And he said: I'm here!

Here where? Nothing is explained. Where the interview is taking place, where it comes from God, because it decides to Abraham groped. Which would explain rather a Homeric Zeus, talking amiably with Hera or Apollo, or his beloved Athens. According to Auerbach writers of the Bible have been ahead even Einstein in the concepts of space and time while Homer remains anchored to the few dimensions of the geometry euclidea. I suoi personaggi sono standardizzati, rimangono uguali a se stessi anche a distanza di decenni, come succede a Ulisse e alla sua sposa Penelope. I personaggi biblici, invece, non sono descritti, ma per questo sono più concreti, perché hanno infinite sfaccettature implicite.

Un’altra differenziazione viene effettuata sulla base del censo. Gli scrittori pagani (da cui deriviamo le influenze più dirette) operavano una discriminazione sulla base dell’importanza sociale del personaggio. Il loro realismo nel narrare solo di quelli che contano è condizionato dalla concezione della società. La Bibbia , invece, dà spazio ai re così as the servants and each reveals heroism and ignominy, exposing the spiritual conflict that belongs to every human being.

pagan writers (especially those who speak Latin) from Petronio later add to their realism a form of detachment from things told that is expressed in ' irony. Ironic then that is only one way to judge and to be moral. A polemic masquerading as Olympic posting.

The biblical writers, however, are writers of reality and truth (of course the reality and truth are not talking about absolutes), then pose no screens between him and the matter in writing. Accept it with respect even the most abject of human beings. Do not condemn, give the edge to be the player to do so. While the Homeric writers (including Latin) condemn the moment they write, and then deform and disqualified. not bring a witness, lead review.

Here is the crossroad between literature Italian literature and Northern Europe. The style involves the discovery of more strictly biblical spiritual intimacy, the centrality of man, also means the advent of first person singular in the literature European Union. What the film is called subjective .

The heroes of Homer, however, does not enjoy the gift of intimacy. Are observed, not observers.

According to the essay by Pasqualino, the same psychoanalysis is a basis in the Bible, as evidenced by episodes of dream of Pharaoh (the seven lean cows and fat) and Nebuchadnezzar (the dream of a huge statue with feet of clay). The attitude penetrates the biblical sense of reality and human experience.

The attitude Homer describes what he sees, with no real participation.

All this shows that we have the masterpieces of introspection, whether literary or film (see Ingmar Bergman ) the freedom to read, attend and interpret the Bible guaranteed by the Protestant Reformation. Today, news is a few days ago, Church of Rome has come to the conclusion that it needs to encourage Bible study among young people. A study to be regardless of religious context. The book for excellence should be submitted to students not as the foundation of the Christian creed (and Hebrew), but as evidence of high literary value.

laudable initiative, but I do not have much hope. As I understand it in Italian schools is already so if students are allowed to know that a blind man named Homer wrote two little things named Iliad and Odyssey.

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Language (16): Metaphor

Today first page of Sole 24 Ore , signed by Miguel gotor, indeed Michele gotor: "What has made this land [Puglia] a unique ethno-anthropological laboratory scale is a pregnant metaphor of national destiny."

gotor is not alone. If it were, it would be his choice of personal style: respectable, like all the personal style choices. Not a day passes instead of the communication, the public as private, do not count occurrences of such an exemplary metaphor represented by the opening track.

last month and without any particular intention, Apollonius has tasty crop. Do the same, if they wish, the his two players. It will find the talk of the academic goers television lounges and politicians from doubt cultural curriculum, under the pen of reputed columnists (you have just seen) and authors of successful novels. In short, they will find in the expression of the people of the world, of what the highly sensitive antennae of stupidity socially effective protagonist of each inevitable change, that before any other language. The use of metaphor , not so much as a reference to a generic trope, but to say 'emblem', 'image copy', not just yesterday. Willing, dictionaries record it for some shine.
It is to Corrado Guzzanti, however, the best indication that, in Italian of the late twentieth century, the word metaphor had stopped flowing in its bed quiet and cultured, secular, overflowing, was destined to become cloudy and little contact with people recommended that he would put on the sidewalk to do tricks. A Rokko Smitherson, television commentator, a parody of the characters invented by the actor in the early nineties, it was going to express themselves, highly-so, "Mrs Soup, Mrs Soup, ie voevo day, er de port city has run stew 'r potty sott'ar der political ass, got a thin MATAF? ".
degradation of metaphor , Apollonius also believed to know who to blame. Without perhaps being the first, the endorsement of the stylistic elements that contributed decisively to its pervasive and unstoppable success in Italy among people of the world was made by Leonardo Sciascia, with the complicity of Marcelle Padovani.
In 1979, first in French, and Italian, the Rome correspondent of the Nouvel Observateur at the time the magazine of the French intellectual left, published a book-length interview with the Sicilian writer. Certainly authorized by Sciascia, gives the title Sicily comme metaphore, which seemed at the time (as still used to say to the people of the world) very intriguing.
A fondamento di tale titolo, stanno le parole con cui Sciascia rispondeva a una sua sollecitazione. Mutatis mutandis , ciò che Gotor oggi scrive nel suo editoriale è eco pallida e distorta dell'espressione dello scrittore.
Alla domanda della giornalista se fosse possibile considerarlo ancora uno scrittore siciliano, Sciascia rispondeva: "Sono piuttosto uno scrittore italiano che conosce bene la realtà della Sicilia, e che continua a esser convinto che la Sicilia offre la rappresentazione di tanti problemi, di tante contraddizioni, non solo italiani ma anche europei, al punto da poter costituire la metafora del mondo odierno".
Apollonio lo confessa: non è questa l'ultima delle ragioni che lo inducono a non deporre la sottile diffidenza che fin da ragazzo ha nutrito per Leonardo Sciascia, cui tributa contemporanemente una grande ammirazione. "Le diable est dans les détails", però, e dove si verificherà mai la buonafede di uno scrittore se non in un rispetto accanito e inesausto per le parole?

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And here we are finally at the vigil in Anchorage kissed by a beautiful sunny day, which brings with it 'Swoop temperatures in the morning ... spent on the trails around the city 'for a final test of the bike and then with a jump from SpeedwayCycles to put the grease in the freezing temperatures crank ... and here we find two monuments dell'Iditarod propabilmente the two candidates for the title: Jeaff Oatley and Peter Basinger

In the afternoon Kathy Merchant, the organizer, holds the briefing at the Best Western, we anticipated that the temperatures are plummeting and tomorrow and after that we will find even the wind to 50 mph ... it immediately begins to climb!! but it 's good that there bandaged his head .. . what the fate will want to 'give us'..... will spend the evening preparing the final construction of the bike ... and now .... tomorrow we will start a greeting' at ten at a time of Knik Lake, where the race will start 'at 14 .... thanks to all those who will be with us ....

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She Arrived!!

Day the jet to Anchorage .. and lag is' definitely did hear tonight at 4 ... both me and Daniel were perfectly awake! just get up the sky threatened snow and the atmosphere was hushed as hearty breakfast ... and then the day dedicated to the purchase of the last things waiting for the airport calls us with good news about luggage and bikes ... We stati all'Alaska mountaneering ,negozio dove mio fratello Gianni avrebbe potuto perdersi per giorni e poi da Fatback

 Un altro posto dove perdersi e' da Riai,dove abbiam trovato anche queste scarpette per cani con la suola in vibram!

 Pranzo da Middle way cafe' con un navajo sandwich , con ripieno di fagioli,veramente over...

Rientrati da Irene scopriamo che nessuno ha chiamato dall'aereoporto e cosi' decidiamo di andare a vedere .... and here they are directly and bike storage, which have toured to Seattle, just landed! that much joy and enormous sigh of relief ...
the evening in the shop Fatback Greg Matyas big party with all the participants in "Iditarod! That lovely evening ....

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Arrived in The Last Frontier!

I am finally at After a long day in the Japanese room B & B in Anchorage Irene ... now almost a day ago, Pope 'and Gigi took me to Malpensa airport, where my cell phone and' accidentally fell into the toilet so the toilet ending 'i ... his days flying behind schedule an hour and a half, so 'when I arrive in Amsterdam I only have ten minutes to go from one terminal to another ... even during the mad rush abandon the hopes that my luggage and the bike will follow me .... I can to re-embark and discover that Daniel, coming from Venice, he had to do the flying kilometer ... the nine-hour flight to Minneapolis to spend slowly .... a new airport and a new take-off towards the coveted final round! ! Anchorage !!!!! wonderful!! just time to find Seba and then all together with the other guys who live this dream to dinner at the home of Anne, gracious veteran runner of the race run away to sleep now ... Crisp hoping that my future could be here too!

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My articles for La Sesia "not women, but women.

asked about a million women in the square have said he has not read anything about one, and disagree with the manifestation of the other. We're talking, of course, and Elisabella Canalis Belen Rodriguez, the "Body Snatchers" of 61 ° Festival di Sanremo. Gianni Morandi said, with evident pride, that since the day it was learned that the two have trod the stage of the Ariston, covers most of them were dedicated in 1200 six months. An average of two hundred a month, with print runs from dizziness especially when the anguished question was: will be set to boyfriends? For those few who do not know, our boyfriends are, each in its own way, bigwig. Belen was captivated by Fabrizio Corona, paparazzo who has never taken a picture but it has sold a bit of compromising 'at all. The beautiful and damned spremer money he can from any situation, including his stay in the homeland galleys. The "not acceptable" that the festival has continued to threaten to show up to surprise on the front row. Elizabeth has won George Clooney, the Bachelor of Hollywood. Beautiful, intelligent, mature, witty, engaged in social and even good on the screen. The "more than pleased" that the festival has continued to state that he would not submitted to the Riviera. Noticed? We are halfway through the article and basically we have yet to say a word about Elizabeth and Belen, on their abilities, their stage presence. The organizers of the festival did nothing different from their predecessors in 61 years of history in San Remo. They look around, they leafed through magazines and have considerati campioni di originalità per aver mandato in archivio il modulo baudiano delle vallette bionda/mora. Vuoi mettere il colpo d’occhio di due castane necessariamente rivali, non foss’altro perché si somigliano e devono lottare per un posto nell’immaginario erotico del telespettatore medio? Dicono che l’idea del bacio rappacificatore di Elisabetta sulla guancia di Belen sia idea di quel romanticone di Federico Moccia, punta di diamante del team autorale. Dicono che, comunque, le due non si amino e scalpitino per surclassarsi. Difficile che accada. La loro prova non è stata diversa da quella delle molte che le hanno precedute. Impacci, papere, esibizioni in playback, interviste che farebbero meglio a lasciare ai professionisti. Though. Belen, however, has shown itself capable of standing on stage, dancing and singing, to convey a sensual softness that is his most obvious talent, despite a legendary B-side. Elizabeth, however, inhibited by emotion, the importance of the event and one that Morandi has hampered greatly, dreams of a career as a conductor and has tried to show up prepared, interviewing in English Eliza Doolittle, De Niro, Take that. Comments? Bella strength, is engaged to Clooney. Eli and Belen. Not women. But women.

Laura Costantini

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IDITAROD 2011 - THANK YOU ......

now we .. Great Adventure is about to begin ..
.. my big dream, dreamed, pursued, I drove along the roads on my bike and threw me out of a warm bed on Sundays in winter for the past three years, which has sustained me heavy workouts in the past few months, which makes me so scared to take my sleep at night is about to come true .....
But if this gift I è concesso devo dire Grazie...un grazie sconfinato e che viene dal profondo  del cuore a chi in questo sogno ha creduto con me, appoggiandomi, sostenendomi e fornendomi i mezzi per viverlo.....


Grazie a Crisp :
Gli sono infinitamente grata per aver creduto in me due anni fa fornendomi un mezzo con cui ho raggiunto così  importanti traguardi e che mi ha donato piacere nella guida per tanti e tanti chilometri..
la nuova bici,la  snow bike  che avrò il privilegio di guidare è un capolavoro di bellezza e funzionalità,ogni dettaglio è stato curato e realizzato con la straordinaria tecnica machining of titanium which Darren is a master ...

With Montura :
their leaders extremely technical performance and allow me to dress "onion" layers with three legs and seven in the top , allowing me to deal with temperatures that could reach even to -50 ° C. ..

With Word-wrap :
who provided me with the full line of intimate apparel and accessories made in the exclusive fiber Nexus, which increases la microcircolazione periferica,di favorire l'ossigenazione dei muscoli  e di rendere più facile lo smaltimento dell'acido lattico..

Grazie a Waridi :
che ha creato per me una luce frontale,performante ed unica,un vero gioiello da indossare sul capo e che mi indicherà la via nel buio delle notti sul trail..

Grazie a Biciclista :
che ha creato per me un completo da bici che vuole rendere omaggio ad amici preziosi che saranno con me in quest'avventura: Ride to Finish, Schlafloss Im Sattel, Singlespeed-Italy, Scavezzon, Orme TV, ...

With Oakley :
who provided me with a mask and goggles to face the blizzard and strong winds along the way ...

Thanks to:
Wild Track, Maddalena Zorzoli, friends Micky Bike, gym and Barbara Athletic Study of Guido, the Sports Medicine Centre of the Maugeri Foundation in Pavia , Professor Pierluigi Pompei, the group GS Flores Ferrera, the group "Running is healthy" Lomello of ...


Thanks to all the friends and the friends who are sending me encouragement and good energy through Facebook ....

Franca With that will come with me ...

You have all believed in this dream with me ..... affix one so fragile and weak, but with all his strength, will seek to put one foot in front of another meter by meters, to try to reach the finish line .....

Last but not least, thanks to Seba ... without his experience, his advice and his support, I would not have have had the privilege to live with him my Iditarod

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Sanremo

Per assumere un placebo che pacifichi per qualche ora il suo agitato sonno, una nazione in sospetto d'essere decrepita e unita dalla falsa coscienza si vota come al solito a un santo e fa trionfare in un festival di canzonette un professore di greco e di latino in pensione, che per giunta di nome fa Vecchioni e canta, con la rabbia ilare e impotente tipica dell'età, una canzoncina which is a sort of anti- Flying , full of wishful thinking (of) hope, good feelings and good intentions, the title (and refrain) but piacione ("still" and "always") as it can be a de profundis .

Italian is the news of the day. Tomorrow? It will not be anything more.

PS. With nearly seventy years, Flack will not be the case for the oldest winner of the Sanremo Festival of all time? Help in this regard Apollonius his two readers (if they wish) and, for a chiaroscuro, Sanremo think the literary, the Witch and the Campiello and their recent attention given to girls and boys. The songs? Stuff by old men. Apollonius of a stupid, literature, thank goodness!, Blows the bright future of national culture.

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whores and tramps

What we are doing is a journey through the memory of what happened on our blog original. What I propose is a post written when we had just published our first two novels. So there has not been charged River, much less the character of the homeless Venanzio . And it's nice to see the road that is traveled. At least for us, Laura et Lory.

I noticed something. There are more characters to attract the attention of other writers, raise their (our) imagination: the whores and bums.

I've read recently "The book items stolen " of Remo Bassini . I'm reading About Clelia , always his own. In both novels (which I highly recommend to all lovers of good books) there are women who have chosen to beat the pavement: Teresa on the one hand, Aldine other. Women complex, generous, defeated by life, yet strong. I have read, again in recent months, " Etruscan Mystery" by Paul Ferrucci and the best character in this thriller has a strong archaeological dyes Aristide Fazzini, a bum. Characters ai margini ci affascinano, forse perché hanno avuto il coraggio di scelte che appaiono perdenti in partenza eppure (almeno sulle pagine scritte con amore) sembrano sinonimo di libertà.

Per questo voglio sottoporvi due esempi dello stesso genere di personaggi. Questa volta partoriti dalla fantasia a quattro mani della sottoscritta e di Lory.

La barbona si chiama Alanna ed è uno dei personaggi dell’unico giallo che abbiamo scritto (fino ad oggi) ancora inedito: Viole(n)t Red . Le parentesi non sono un refuso, ma vogliono giocare con il passaggio da violet (viola or purple) to violent (violent).

The whore, however, is called Nunziatina to 'swanky and is the mother of the two protagonists of New York 1920 - The first attack on Wall Street (Maprosti & Lisanti ed. ). So satisfy even those who wanted a taste of the book ... Happy reading.

THE TRAMP :

How did he escape?

Alanna looked around warily, expecting that it was a joke. Or rather, a trap. There was always expect the worst from Braulio, his sworn enemy. But to him, and fucking crabs that carry around, there was no shade of the pillars of the subway station.

Alanna pushed forward in the supermarket trolley which was carrying all her things and walked to the car. It was an old Ford Tempo and should not be there long. She was such a meticulous and always did the same around his patrol area. Yes, her. Whatever he said that bastard di Braulio. Un giorno lungo la sponda del Michigan, un giorno costeggiando Bryn Mawr, un giorno risalendo lungo Broadway, un giorno a Thorndale. Li contò sulla punta delle dita sudicie: tre giorni. Era passata di lì tre giorni prima e la Ford non c’era.

Alanna si guardò ancora intorno, strizzando gli occhi dietro le lenti spesse. Poi accostò il suo carrello alla base del pilone di cemento e si avvicinò ancora all’auto. Era vecchia, ma non così vecchia da essere stata abbandonata. La carrozzeria era graffiata, deformata in più punti lungo i parafanghi. Ma nessuno, con un minimo di sale in zucca, avrebbe abbandonato un’auto per this. The light began to fade into the sky and there under the shade of the pillars of the Red Line, it was almost dark.

Alanna drew from his coat pocket his most precious treasure, what Braulio would give anything to rubarglielo: a flashlight. The battery was still good because you used it sparingly. Usually satisfied with the sunlight, that the good Lord had given free to all the sinners of this world. But this seems like a good time to light the torch. Pointed it in the car through the windows dirty. The seat of the driver's seat had a strange color, darker than the rest of the upholstery. But the thing that attracted Alanna was a glimmer on the mat from the passenger side. Her heart gave a start and turned off the flashlight and went back to look around. She loved things that sparkle, but Braulio. With all the speed allowed by its tonnage, Alanna walked around the Ford and tried to open the door. He did not expect to succeed. Whoever had left the car there, had not given thought to lock. Worse for him, she thought as a whiff of the air heavy investing. Alanna was accustomed to bad smells, her first of all. But he could not help but turn up their nose blood. Blood rotten. The smell from slaughterhouse. A smell of death.

He hesitated only a moment, then thought about Braulio. He would not have made him squeamish. It would be taken over the Ford and everything in it. He'd made his home and he laughed at her, his cartoons, his poor things. It was not to happen.

Alanna checked the truck was in plain sight, then put his pounds of fat and old clothes caked with dirt in the passenger seat, feeling the ground searching for the source of the gleam he had seen with the torch. Did not take long to find her and the dim night light above the rearview mirror lit up something that Alanna had not seen since time immemorial: a stick of lipstick. But not any, of the department store. The case era di lacca nera e oro, la marca straniera. Tolse il cappuccio e, con mani tremanti, fece ruotare la base per far uscire lo stick. Perfino in quella luce incerta vide il rosso profondo, vellutato, quasi porpora. E ne percepì l’odore, anche al di sopra del puzzo di sangue che permeava l’abitacolo. Profumava di lusso, di bellezza, di una vita diversa.

Alanna abbassò lo specchietto e si passò lo stick sulle grosse labbra da afroamericana, ritrovando i gesti di quando ancora era una persona, una donna. Strinse la bocca per spargere il rossetto in modo uniforme, poi si guardò e un sorriso le illuminò il viso. Era bellissima, neanche uno stronzo come Braulio avrebbe potuto negarlo.

carefully resealed the lipstick and turned to read the base.

"102, Red Violet," tasks.

THE WHORE :

Sidney suddenly attracted to him, locking it against his own body. Cecilia could not help his mouth, or of being pushed against the wall. The enthusiasm with which he kissed her, the avidity with which urged her to open her lips gave her vertigo. He closed his eyes as he pushed the against them to feel his excitement. This corresponded because he knew good and the sea, because her heart pounding in my chest while Sidney palpate the breasts through the fabric of his shirt. Then one of his hands went down to the hem of her skirt trying to find the contact with his legs, his skin, while continuing to push the pelvis against her belly. And Cecilia relived a moment he had tried to forget.

It was the last time that his mother had brought with him in the alley Cavalcatoio. Eugene was bigger now and he went around with a gang of street urchins trying to steal something for lunch. Cecilia was a child, Nunziatina did not trust to leave home alone, but ordered her to play with mud, around the corner and not be seen. He had not obeyed. They were animal-like grunts to attract curious and frightened. She peeped out from behind the wall crumbling, muddy little face, and he had seen.

His mother was standing against the wall, a bare foot in the mud, to keep in balance, the other raised to gird your loins and heaving hairy man who was pushed in with quick movements and angry, grunting with the effort, his face sunk between his long wavy hair of blacks and Nunziatina. Were not those on the bare buttocks, hairy pants down to strike, nor the white breasts of his mother and generous excerpts from the neckline of the bodice, exposed as melons to the market. It was the expression on his face. The man grunted and moved, each time slamming against the rough brick, the big toes sunk into the pale flesh of the thigh encircling it. And she stared at the wall in front, dull and dark eyes fixed, his mouth a pose in a grimace of pain and disgust. Then he saw her, she had noticed her, and she continued to stare as the man ended with one last push and a grunt louder.

Sidney's hand, warm and dry, he found his leg, the afferrò decisa l’incavo del ginocchio e la costrinse a sollevarla, proprio come aveva fatto quello sconosciuto con sua madre. Il cuore minacciava di esploderle nel petto mentre Sidney le lasciava la bocca e la fissava, le dita che indugiavano carezzevoli sulla sua coscia. Lui sapeva che, sollevata la gonna, non avrebbe trovato ostacoli: nessuna popolana di Napoli aveva soldi per la biancheria intima.

“Davvero vuoi tornare in terza classe?”, le sussurrò, continuando a tenerla inchiodata contro la parete.

Le braccia che Cecilia gli aveva messo al collo, sfiorandogli i capelli biondi, scesero a cercare di push it away.

"Yes," he said.

"What are you afraid? Pain? I have had a virgin and I know how. "

The hand went up again, looking for the curve of the buttock.

" Lassame. "

" Why? I can feel how your heart beats you that you want it. "

Cecilia tried to break free.

"I can not."

"I'll prove it il contrario.”

Si impadronì di nuovo della sua bocca, con più dolcezza questa volta, mentre con le dita la raggiungeva lì dove nessuno, neanche Domenico, era mai riuscito a toccarla. Quel contatto, leggero e insinuante, ebbe per un attimo la meglio sulla volontà. Le sembrò che tutto il suo corpo si accendesse di desiderio, avvertì l’impulso sconosciuto ad accogliere quell’uomo dentro di sé, ad abbattere le barriere delle vesti per sentire il calore della sua pelle contro la propria.

Sidney percepì il suo cedimento e cercò di sbottonare i pantaloni. Cecilia aprì gli occhi, come risvegliandosi da un sogno e immaginò se stessa come aveva visto sua madre: sbattuta contro un muro, in equilibrio su un piede solo, mentre Sidney si muoveva rabbioso e grugniva, le brache calate.

“No”, gridò trovando la forza di allontanarlo da sé.

Il ragazzo quasi perse l’equilibrio e sul viso il desiderio e lo stupore lasciarono il posto alla rabbia.

“You’re stupid”, la apostrofò puntandole un dito contro. “Sei una stupida. Tornatene in mezzo ai topi, ai pidocchi e al vomito. Tornatene tra le braccia di quel bifolco ottuso di tuo fratello. E’ quello il tuo posto.”

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New York is a woman (but she's never alone): the opinion of Gaja Cenciarelli

It was an exciting evening full of smiles that last night the flex library.
A friendly, relaxed, but not without food for thought . Cinema, music, architecture, literature: we talked about everything, he participated with enthusiasm and interest.
Laura Costantini and Francesco Jubilees had "Villefranche sur mer," the charm of Francesca Mazzucato before the haven of this tiny country, and "New York Is A Woman," the series "Petit cahier travel" editions of Historica.
Last night, as promised, I read the diary of Laura. That on the back cover claims, and rightly so: "A difficult challenge because New York was written on everything and its opposite."
is true. You can not read this cahier to discover "new things" about New York, but to immerse yourself in the eyes of Laura and see New York through his eyes.
One of the questions I wanted to do with Laura last night during the presentation [but, as they say perfidalbionici "I thought better ';)] was," How did you feel writing alone, without Loredana? . I did well not to ask why, reading, I discovered that there is a whole chapter devoted his companion of a pen [reductive - who knows them, knows what Loredana Laura and vice versa] and their first novel, "New York 1920 - the first attack on Wall Street."
And then I understood.
is true: "New York Is A Woman 'is Laura, that we deliver through his eyes. But she's never alone, I might add. It is never alone.
This cahier travel, therefore, we read for the love that Laura has put in his words. Love Against Women-New York and love to the envi-sister Loretta.
Gaja Cenciarelli