Teacher And Teeth Whitening

CATS & DOGS



(Campo Santa Margherita, April 30, 2009)





(Fisola Sacca, August 8, 2010)





















A FRIEND TO FIDO

"Few things give me a comforting sense of security as the faithfulness of my dog" (Konrad Lorenz)

Build up the companionship of a dog and take loving care of it, besides the advantage to find himself next to it, in all probability, a sure friend, loyal and affectionate, would also be perhaps the most effective way - according to the advocates of so-called "Pet Therapy" - to overcome certain psychological anxieties that characterize our age such as anxiety, stress and depression. And it is perhaps because of it if the Italian families with a dog, which until recently were already well before 6.8 million, are increasing every day.

Women In Tight Girdles

sleeps under the snow grain ...

sleep Under the snow grain
... They told me I was a child and still had time rhythms of the seasons.

When there was no television and we watched children, her nose glued to the windows, the flakes falling slowly from the sky.

dream to transform all that snow in puppets.

was a spectacle:

trams that passed the yellow light, and behind the windows all steamed up, the dark shape and inform the people jammed.

Grandmothers, to keep us busy, we did draw the snowflakes and told us that in the mountains, the people gathered in the stables with the animals, to stay warm and tell "stories". We wanted to know that "stories" and then the grandmother began

of a wolf walking in snow and did ploff-ploff

... For years, looking at certain pictures of Segantini, I returned with great tenderness, those afternoons in winter, with their magical moments, driven by television, by the winter holidays.

thought they were hopelessly lost and instead, here I am today

, behind glass, watching the snow falling for hours, watching George

kneading bread with her mother acid, which Marcello, baker's friend, gave us two days ago to Ebbio.

is a mother of bread that is 100 years old!

seems impossible to me .... Yet while all this vibrant world s'arrabatta,

there is still someone who kneads bread, and sets aside a Pallottine, which will be used to make bread tomorrow and the day after and so on for 100 years ...

look and try to remember how draw a snowflake, a

whatever ... I look at the fields in the valley and my heart is aching, under all that snow is not sown, there is only a drop exotically called set-aside.

bread you buy at the super market. How many highland families still spy the snow thinking about the bread that will be rocked with the grain under?

this is so beautiful snow falling continuously so many hours, everything around is white, soft, suspended in time, the silhouettes of the mountains have disappeared in the swirl of flakes inside the house is fine, no smell of hot bread ...

out there in the snow , sleeping, such as wheat, the buds of apple trees, the hellebore, which I saw already sprung up, all the seeds have fallen by chance or made by loving hands.

sleep Under the snow grain ... .. and the wolf-ploff ploff ...