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What are the purposes of this blog

This blog was created with the intention to give the right visibility to a reporter that, in view of the Sicilian and national press, was of great importance both for the cultural importance of the initiatives he has tirelessly promoted the importance of the tasks of management of newspapers and magazines that covered up, and as editor of a series of books published for the types of Flaccovio publisher, Palermo.
This Francesco Crispi ( born in Palermo, on 1 February 1918 and died in Carini - Mountain Longa - May 5, 1972 ), a descendant among others of the same family that raised the figure of the famous statesman.
Francesco Crispi died prematurely in Longa Mountain plane crash, when he had already made an excellent journalistic activities and when they are still at the height of his creative energies, he could pursue the most effective means of improving his draft of the ways policy-making through an effective and continuous action on multiple issues of cultural promotion.
His early death in a time when it was still not born with all the shared network its infinite possibilities meant that he was practically forgotten.
There is only one website that talk about him and what he did and that he had the specific weight in the landscape of Sicilian culture of his time.
utiilizzati seen in the most search engine his name, appear in fact only link to sites that speak of Francesco Crispi, patriot and statesman (which, among other things, was also a journalist). Those who had known
Francesco Crispi closely in the months following his death, acknowledged that his death was a great loss of cultural ferment in the ground in Sicily, but - despite this - did nothing to preserve their memory for posterity.
He has been named the only refuge of the CAS (Club Alpino Siciliano) Plan Sempria (Castelbuono, PA), to remember his passion for long psseggiate in the mountains, especially in "his" Madona.
The intention of this blog is to enter and give visibility to all relevant information to disseminate knowledge in the web of life and work of FrancescooCrispi and boost its visibility with those who knew him to provide a valuable contribution to a further deepening of knowledge about him.
Therefore, any contribution, accompanied by an indication of documentary sources, addressed to the editor of the blog, will gladly published.

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CHRISTMAS AGAIN LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, I'm back BETWEEN YOU .... PROLOGUE POEM

The curtain opens again. I'm ready to reappear in all my facets, All my sides. Anyone who knows me knows I'm a bit 'difficult to understand as a person. Simple and sophisticated. Joyful and serious. Surface but also deep at times. Rational but extremely passionate feelings when touched. Clear enough, but nothing that I can become sad. Extremely friendly and unavailable at times but eclipsed. Perfectionist in everything but my greatest enemy is still there. In love with romance, but sometimes I hate him. I admire the reason, but also Aldus Huxley. I say that women are evil men, but then I fell in love with them.
Despite everything I have accepted it. This for me is the most beautiful poetry.

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Before presenting the following three posts I want to say two words for other members who joined in September by the community of Via Salaria and the credits of this summer I did not mention.
start with Francesca, a great friend with whom I have come now in harmony and with whom I share many of my sorrows and joys. It has an unusual patience. I'm happy because it has found a special person who can make you very happy.
I feel like I spend even a few words to Nicholas. I've known him a few months but it seems a lifetime. We had no difficulty entering immediately in confidence. And 'one of those people we can trust blindly.
Thanks also to Eleanor, and very sunny girl with really excellent organizational skills. She also now has amalgamated with all of us.
We come to what you'll find in the next three posts.
The first is a contribution of one of my best friends: Marco, better known as Marconi. I'm glad I hosted in my blog. This is a chant that I think makes it very very well the scenes of our daily life to Via Salaria.
The second post is my hand "ballad" on a pseudo had with Cristina. Those who know me well know who she is. We talk of love but in a playful. Who frequents this blog knows that I try to lighten up a bit 'tone. If more forms are difficult or propose reflections series you fall asleep on your PC. Or would you think: "A Penny, but made na laugh." Or how about: "Aho to Mark, I need the painkillers before reading your blog." But the thing that I never want to lose the content. The form can also be playful, but not the content. Well I always try to communicate something regardless of tone.
Finally, the third post. If the discussion devoted to that Cristina is mad about a made love, passionate, real, we are talking about an idealized love, her strength, fears it causes. A love more stilnovistico. A love not given by the attraction of a physical, but something inexplicable, even too good to be lived. Just as it is inexplicable that it is so difficult to say "I love you" to a person.
After these three posts, the curtain will close, but only at the end of another act. That there are or not applause my bow there will never ever denied.

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Communication and Sociology,
is important that you be there.
Via Salaria and the barracks where I Sani
but the exam tomorrow?
Department or classroom
porch I knew everything, they put me in an eighteen
and I love it all wrong. I often

hunger and I bring home a sausage sandwich.
Me
I eat it on the third floor where there are soft chairs,
but I always just sit there, like a jerk.

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I remember that night of March the "Beetle",
I met you and put the keys in your purse, then
Marcone told me I was cute.
We went out one more evening together,
with Valentina, one of your friends silly
and Stephen, who certainly did not shine with hope!
"Vale, a glass of water you want to be?"
"Stylus, I have a belly that leads me away!"
"But shut up already that we suffer from anorexia!"
Stefano cheered instead that evening,
between a joke and a sip of orange juice, let's see if
mo says another of crap! Whenever
I had to come to Mentone,
sacrosanct and even three times each week for petrol
but I've never given the grain? Whenever
bevevi and so they were saying bales, and I will
I always carry on their shoulders, thinking
: Cristina, hast broken the balls!
Each message in your absurd jealousy, did you
questions as a CIA agent,
perhaps you already harbored the worm of madness!
around you is always a steady stream of people, maybe you should keep your legs
more blankets,
always said the wise license.
were a little girl like a book of Moccia,
mannaccia you: have made me bickering co Coccia,
for your great desire create spree.
I've got maybe too much of my love,
absurd for a girl with a zero value
and you repaid me with my temper.
Cristina, that I know pretty well a mule,
but the one thing you absolutely have to say, because
fail to annattene a fan ....?

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Like a gift from heaven purest
your eyes have found the child
I always try to hide in me.
In a second I found the childhood
emerged from the melody of your voice and I
reconstituted as I saved.
Summer evenings, environments and sublime seas,
immense feelings, projections of the unconscious
in a second I have recognized you.
If I'm with you the world turns in comedy,
wars, crimes, sadness, hunger,
can not exist in the place where you live.
do not know how you have dreamed
wandering the paths of utopia
experience has covered with dust.
I caress your perfect face,
to follow on with what I was and that I will finally be able to show
and myself.
Your hair is to be counted one by one,
angels praise for your hairstyle,
because they are the ones that you have sent me.
Your smile is a message from heaven
because it makes me want to be better
that I may truly deserve the flight.
your wonderful exterior is a veil, which contains
kindness and charm together
decorated with simplicity and finesse.
The cultural industry can do nothing,
is no longer able to create even my dreams, the beauty of
talk to you is irreproducible.
I love the way that you look at me, I involuntarily
not reproduce
to avoid to give you my weakness.
charms me because I do not ever deny the greeting,
although I do its utmost to ignore you,
held back by something great and indefinable.
I love it when your voice surprised me, making me enter
in a shelter from the world,
eliminating the difference between soul and body.
're the most sought after destination amongst my desires,
offers an immense force me to fight, but your
light makes the helpless warrior.
And then transcribe my thoughts on paper,
because it is easier to tell with the pen that you have defined a second
in my happiness.