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From the Terre Traverse - Tuesday, February 9, at 18, in Teatro Verdi Fiorenzuola

This book tells 65 stories of people and companies, describes the land and 37 water and 71 traditional recipes, in a journey that 9 municipalities across the Lower Piacenza. The territory is which in medieval times was known as the Committee Aucense, the Renaissance was Pallavicino State and twenty-first century has become Terre Traverse.
Along this strip of land east of the province of Piacenza has developed the Road of the flavors of the Lower Po and Piacenza and the stories are told here are people and companies participating in these two projects to promote the territory.
is a journey, in its short extension, long in the emotions and surprises that, for a closer look, they reveal unexpected. Farmhouses and barns converted into houses of memory, the simple peasant life but full of wit and humanity. Foods with deep roots in ancient cultures in which these lands are contaminated and food products that derive their status from a generous and fertile land. All around a uniform landscape, but never equal to itself, which finds its border in the Po, which here seems to not want to ever go away, as it is twisted in the bends.

From Terre Traverse the Po
Traveling between farms and flavors of Lower Piacentina
Luigi Franchi
192 pages € 12.00

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Una Scatenata Moglie Insaziabile Trailer

Well I've been here before, I've sat on the floor

gray in a gray room.
Where I stay in all day,
I do not eat, But I play with this
gray gray food.
Désolé, If someone is prayin ',
then I might break out.
Désolé, even if I scream,
I can’t scream that loud.
I’m all alone again,
crawling back home again,
just stuck by the phone again.

Yeah, well I’ve been here before,
Sat on a floor
in a grey grey mood.
Where I stay up all night
and all that I write
is a grey grey tune.
So pray for me child,
just for a while
and I might break out yeah.
Pray for me child,
even a smile
would do for now.
So I’m all alone again,
crawling back home again,
just stuck by the phone again.

Have I still got you to be my open door.
Have I still got you to be my sandy shore.
Have I still got you to cross my bridge in this storm.
Have I still got you to keep me warm.

Coz if I squeeze my grape
and I drink my wine yeah...
Coz if I squeeze my grape
and I drink my wine yeah...
Yeah, oh coz nothing is lost,
this is frozen in frost
and it’s opening time
and there’s no-one in line.

But I’ve still got me to be your open door.
I’ve still got me to be your sandy shore.
I’ve still got me to cross your bridge in this storm.
And I’ve still got me to keep me warm.

Warmer than warm yeah.
Warmer than warm yeah.
Warmer than warm yeah.
warm yeah Warmer Than.

Hard Purple Skin On Inner Theigh

Alone ... (Part Three)

"I do not know who you are, I do not know what you want. If you seek a ransom to know that I do not have money, but I have very special skills that I acquired during my long career and make me a nightmare for people like you. If you surrender, the story ends here. But if you do not, I will try. I find it. And I will kill you. " Yes

Things do not be a good thing. But what do I do?
E 'already positive that I am not giving the crazy (I think). And then ... we see some light in the dark again, this is no time for despair.
The desire to be punched in the face, that is, but even for these activities, the time is appropriate.
E 'in situations like this that I doubt any kind of brain storming, especially at night. The uncertainties appearing from every angle until everything fades away slowly as I fall into the arms of Morpheus.
And generally the next day I feel better.
Good night.