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THE CASTLE OF ILLUSIONS

[see the ruins of Castle of Illusion

where you can still get around the spirit of those who,

CONSUMED BY DESIRES He paid tribute

THE THRONE OF BLOOD.

TRAIL ambition

No Way Out,

leads to ruin.]

KUMONOSU- JO (Castle of the web) of Akira Kurosawa

Italian Title: The throne of blood

Year: 1957

KUMONOSU-JO (Castle of the web) Akira Kurosawa's

Italian Title: The throne of blood

Year: 1957

KUMONOSU-JO (Castle of the web) of Akira Kurosawa

Italian title: The throne of blood

Year: 1957

KUMONOSU-JO (Castle of the web) by Akira Kurosawa

Italian Title: The throne of blood

Year: 1957

KUMONOSU-JO (Castle of the web) of Akira Kurosawa

Title Italian: The throne of blood

Year: 1957

KUMONOSU-JO (Castle of the web) by Akira Kurosawa

Italian title: The throne of blood

Year: 1957

KUMONOSU-JO (Castle of the web) by Akira Kurosawa

Title Italian: The throne of blood

Year: 1957

KUMONOSU-JO (Castle of the web) by Akira Kurosawa

Italian Title: The throne of blood

Year: 1957

"Pass the life, death passes,

around the world disappears and nothing more remains.

This is the eternal destiny of human existence,

also comes from good to evil

and renewed deception

deadly to people

increase tiredness.

On living accumulate sin as fine dust,

long as man is crushed and ends in ruin.

The crazy lusts and ambitions

upset the mind and the most unfair actions

comes the man angrily.

The insatiable thirst for power, the glory breaks

and revenge for the loser could fall nell'infima baseness.

so happens that the value of strong sadly joins cowardice.

destroy both is a common fate.
reason for everything that man does
in this world
nothing will. "
[Kumonosu-jo_Akira Kurosawa]

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Verona 2011: the desire for "Special" spreads like wildfire!














One hundred and twenty thousand spectators in three days! This is the data from which to the appropriate considerations "Bike Expo 2011" which, for the third time, was held in Verona.
One thing that can make people smile in the face of a crisis in the increasingly evident. The registered
of 2010 is clear: 307,045, a decrease of -24.2% compared to 2009.
Yet the turnout was high in Verona. Just as businesses in the sector that have arisen.
Crossing these two facts, we groped for an answer to what we have seen in recent days.
motorcycling is not in crisis, but only the registration of the new. The trend, in fact, is to recover the old bike to turn and hold it for a long time, making it unique. And this need for uniqueness, led to the creation of numerous "special" made mostly by enthusiasts. Sure, a few rare exceptions such as professionals, such Vyrus, Mr. Martini or Roberto Totti, it was not futuristic and innovative means. But you are always beautiful views of motion, often using as a base model rare.
If the general feeling is confirmed in the near future, the registration will not increase much. While there are all the bases so that the phenomenon of "special" grow.
Given the size of what would be more appropriate to call the "movement" which has expanded thanks to the remarkable contribution made by some organizations such as the FIC (Federation of Italian Customizer), it would be desirable for regulatory action by the State, to amend the strict rules of the Highway Code regarding changes to the vehicles. If, in fact, on the one hand, there are few specialists who can, by doing "flips" to build vehicles approved. Second, the majority are not in compliance with the Code of the Road.
just create a body like TUV, present in Germany, which confer the ability to approve parts and means that they meet the criteria of safety, reliability, compliance with European regulations concerning environmental protection.
But is it so hard?

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[MY DREAM IS NOT IN THE FOUR SEASONS ... ]




My dream is not in the four seasons.

not winter,
pushing tired next to radiators
ice and splashes of gray hair already.
And in bonfires, on the outskirts
pandemics in error, do not smoke
of Hell lapping the eaves
and even Christmas tree
that survives, perhaps, only in the prisons.


My dream is not in the spring
the age of which we speak ancient fabulari,
and not in the branches that are struggling to put feathers
tinnulo cry and not in the woodchuck
when overlooks from its hole,
and even in the unfolding of the taverns and crotti
illusion that now no more rain
rain or perhaps elsewhere, who knows where.


My dream is not summer
neurotic false illusions and ominous moons,
in phantom black scarecrow
and trammel netting ripped from the dolphins,
not in the glare of her sultry mornings ,
and not in the underwater wanderings
of those sinks with him and his past.


My dream is not autumn
Fumic, Winey, found
only in calendars or fairs
of Blackbeard, not in the black
lightning evening processions
harvest or liturgical, in the cry of the peacocks in
around the mills, nell'intasarsi
of the larva and the dormouse.


My dream never rises from the womb
seasons, but nell'intemporaneo
living where they die reasons
and God knows he had time; os'era useless.


Eugenio Montale_Le Seasons