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Amalfi Coast Summer 2011 collection of angels

Mediterranean Yacht Charters, offers for summer 2011, a wonderful cruise aboard a luxury yacht on the Amalfi Coast.
Visit the magical places as Capri, Ischia , Positano and Amalfi .
is a route that we recommend to make your holiday unforgettable


Day 1 Arrival in the afternoon on board yacht moored at the port of Naples Margellina.
Meeting with the captain and crew of the Mediterranean Yacht Charter.
Welcome cocktail and dinner served on board Yacuzzi table in the internal menu of meat or fish. Overnight
on board yacht moored at the port of Naples.

Day 2
Margellina from the port of Naples in the morning and arrive in the afternoon at ' Isle of Capri, the magical island.
Guests can see the wonderful landscapes of the island while sipping a cocktail in the outdoor Jacuzzi with 5 seats.
Around 12.30 am we stop for lunch under the Faraglioni on board the yacht.
from the table on the Fly in a panoramic position, you can enjoy excellent delicacies of meat or fish, together with so many wonderful wines and bubbles.
The evening will end at the famous local Anema e Core, a place where you meet VIPs and personalities Jet Set nationally and internationally.
Overnight on board Yacht, moored at the port of Capri.
Day 3
the morning, after a delicious breakfast on board, you can visit the Isle of Capri.
You have two choices: either choose to visit the island by taxi with the characteristic roof open, or get in the Piazzetta with the funicular. In both cases the fun is guaranteed and the landscapes that you can see from above will remain in your hearts.
whole morning will be devoted to visiting the country in the afternoon while visiting the wonderful Blue Grotto.
In the evening departure to Positano.

Overnight Yacht moored in the port of Positano.

Day 4
After a delicious breakfast on the table outside with a panoramic view, you can spend the day visiting Positano and Amalfi tour of craft shops and pottery, visiting the beautiful churches and streets of the characteristics typical the Amalfi Coast.

Lunch candlelight dinner on board with the typical flavors Coast.
Overnight Yacht moored in the port of Amalfi.

Day 5
Amalfi salute and headed for Ischia, the second largest island of the magic Amalfi Coast.

The intense color of the sea and the beauty of the coastline, make this island the perfect place for a romantic getaway.
Bars with lots of bubbles in the Jacuzzi and panoramic Fly dinner on the table.

Overnight Yacht moored in the port of Ischia.

Day 6
In the morning, after a tour of the island, we return to the port of Naples Margellina.
greet the captain and crew of the Mediterranean Yacht Charter served with lots of bubbles in the tub outside Yacuzzi.

This itinerary can be modified according to customer requirements.
Please note that on the Yacht is possible to organize parties and meetings for a total of 30 people on board (with a yacht moored)

For more information: http://www.mediterranean-yachtcharter.com/it/costiera-amalfitana.php

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PERSIA AND FU ..


The airport in Doha, Qatar, and 'a place by the absurd characteristics: ultra-modern, white and shiny as a private hospital, receives its vast empty spaces in the anonymity of a colorful mix of human beings from the part of the world often forgotten by the West sated.
Being predominantly an airport, confusing pieces of Humanity 'waiting to sit a few hours before heading to places with unpronounceable names are often unknown to the majority of Italians (which despite centocinquantanni rejoice together are still struggling to locate Termoli on the map. But there is that the sin of Termoli). Despite efforts to appear
aseptic and immaculate, the hub Doha passing through these masses is filled with colors, smells, clothing and music from the corners' of the lost planet, with one notable exception: there are very few Westerners.
I was one of them, when two days ago, sitting between a Filipino travel to Bahrain and Oman waiting for a family of polygamists to appear on the screen ultra-thin gate and presents to arrive in Tehran before dawn.
After nearly three years in which Iran had successfully thrown in my life, it was time in which to pursue his discovery without mediation.
As I crossed the Persian Gulf at night flying over the vast oil perpetual fire stations, which formed the distant sea 11000 metri una pazzesca costellazione di vulcani di metallo, pensavo a quanto il Medioriente si fosse in effetti vigorosamente immesso nella mia agenda degli ultimi anni.
A quanto fosse differente dall'Africa e dalla mia amata America Latina, ma a quanto alla fine riuscissi comunque ad affezionarmici. Ed un pochino ad appartenervi.

Sempre convinto che ogni luogo abbia un suo momento ideale per intravederne l'essenza, non ho stavolta perso l'occasione di dedicare all'Iran una settimana speciale.
Alle due di mattina del 21 Marzo infatti si festeggia: e' il Noruz (letteralmente, Nuovo Giorno), il capodanno zoroastriano che ancora oggi scandisce il passaggio da un anno all'altro in uno dei paesi piu' antichi e affascinanti del mondo.
It'll be there 'at this time I also celebrate the arrival of 1390 (does something to go back 600 years, even if only nominally), and to immerse myself in the intriguing traditions that recall an era lost in the sands of deserts of Central Asia. Thank
Negin and her wonderful family, my host treated me like a son as he did from the moment I knew them almost a year ago in Rome, I'll be able 'to live - not as a spectator - one of the most' important for every Iranian, enjoying the Persian culture through the hypnotic melodies, the amazing architectures and the rich culinary heritage of the country that today more 'refers to the atmosphere of the Thousand and One Nights (set in Iraq in Abbasid period but strongly steeped in history and Persian).

Nine days are not many (but constitute the first chapter of a future voyage to the rest of the country), but this year promises to be quite intense. In these first
quarantottore settling I returned to showing (somewhat 'polluted by various Jalla and Habibi Lebanese) and I showed up in Tehran, a city' gray but the chaotic structure surrounded by impressive natural scenery ( the mountain chain of Alborz Mountains with several peaks exceeding 4000 meters). In the coming days we plan to devote a quick review of 5000 years of visiting museums and palaces of Persia capital (as well as interesting evidence of its past and present conflicts) before moving on to the pearl of the Islamic world, the city 'that has enchanted Ibn Battuta and Marco Polo, commonly known by the merchants of the Silk Road as "Isfahan nesf-e jahan "Esfahan half 'of the world. If you remain
'time, I' to spend it to take a look at the City 'sacred of Qom, the enchanting city-oasis of Kashan and the village of Nai'n famous throughout Persia for their exquisite carpets.
Above, I 'to dedicate to the daily life of Memari sweet family, to try to discover the most' possible character and hospitality 'of this people so mistreated by our media.
You again in ten days this week to tell you in detail.
Meanwhile, enjoy these last remnants of the Zoroastrian 1389.
Noruz Mobarak (which means Happy New Year to do, has nothing to do with the former dictator of Egypt and especially not 'a minor), mes amis! Tommy

Schematic Diagram Of Pir Sansor

Recall 2011

Published the first shots of the 2011 collection Calling Angels, the new line dedicated to expectant mothers and newborn children.
The first shots can be viewed on Flickr at this address www.flickr.com/photos/chiama-angeli/

The history of Angels Call

Call Angels Gold

Among the gifts most appreciated by pregnant women in the Series Call Angels finds its proper place. A real lucky to take from 20 weeks on the belly of the mother until the birth of his son. This necklace is composed of a chain and a ball of silver or gold depending on the tastes (and pockets) with inside the xylophone, a kind of bell that rings every movement and produces a harmonious tinkling.
The child in the womb of the mother with the necklace Call Angels associate this sound with the daily actions of mother learning what are the times when the mother is awake and when asleep.

Dark Stools, Bright Green Urine

Tale Tale

The crystal tower

could not miss.

years were waiting for him behind the slit.

If he lied, he would have paid dear, very dear.

His eye could see nothing for miles, the fog was dense, the world seemed to end there, on the edge of the tower.

After decades of training earned him the guardian of the tower. During the preparation did not know what awaited him. Only through experience would have understood, at least that was what he read in the eyes of his instructors.

The truth is that only those who lived in the tower of crystal knows what it feels like. If we wanted to go even deeper, into the heart of whoever holds, we would see a great void. Like a storm that takes away everything, so the guardians of the tower felt empty.

The end of the watch corresponds to the death of the caretaker, his dead body was lying in a crystal coffin placed in a boat built specifically for the funeral rite.

The boat floated up to run aground on a beach unknown.

The crystal coffin symbolizing the loneliness of the tower.

The crystal tower appeared to have no apparent utility. It was named so because if they had arrived, would be the first to fall. Its sole purpose was to defend the city behind him.

The tower had no ability to defend against an attack. The keeper had only to raise the alarm, sounding the horn at the top, in the case of assault.

But he that Horn did not want him to play, indeed, would have preferred that the city was falling miserably behind him.

He felt something inside him was changing. Patience and discipline were what his instructors tried to teach him during his training, but these were not sufficient.

Compared to the other keepers who were let go, he wanted to remain intact within. He did not want to lose the taste for life.

Each passing day, brought him closer to nothing.

But something had happened a few years earlier. A hope of salvation had appeared, a way to avoid being eaten by that damn tower.

As he climbed the endless flight of stairs inside up, he noticed vaguely that something was stuck in one of the slits.

was a small piece of paper with a message.

In an instant the keeper knew what it was.

enemies, much anticipated, would arrive. Did not specify a date, nor a precise period. But the message was clear, were out in force and would have destroyed the tower and killed those who care.

the keeper but gave a hope, if he had not sounded the alarm, not only would have been saved, but it was also well paid.

The guardian can not wait. All the keepers were kept until death. He did not want to die of old age in that horrible place, which filled the empty mind.

And yes, something totally void can be filled to the brim.

The caretaker at the beginning that he thought it was a joke, a trap left by his superiors to see their reaction. But

looking more closely he noticed the message that the graphemes were those he had studied in school training. He had explained how they wrote, had learned the language of the people hostile. Like any enemy it embodied the evil, and he had to prevent this disease spreads in the world.

The world, however, was not what he saw. If the world was the endless gray that surrounded the tower, the enemies could easily get it. Better death than to live like this, and at this point better than dishonor.

The keeper was left with the fixed idea about the message. She thought as she climbed the stairs, he thought as he ate, he thought especially as he stared at the emptiness of the tower.

thought that it was not much of what was required, just had to leave their ships to pass. Would go up on one of them and would take him into the city once it had fallen.

There was some that the guardian did not want to die. They were not relatives, were friendly and did not want them dead. Since he's opened the city gates, they had to return the favor, and was not much to ask the life of two or three people.

The keeper could not help but fantasize about winning, about what he would do just reached again civilization.

These thoughts distracted him from harsh reality, stay in a tower surrounded by a huge white cloud, without speaking to anyone and without being able to do anything for her empty inside.

No, he would not let him devour the tower from the inside, that made him a slave helpless without spirit.

So from that message when he found the days into months, months and years. He was still there waiting, hanging on with fingernails to the hope of salvation. He believed that would come, he thought that war was not preparing a thing. The time would gave way to gather the necessary forces for a massive attack. They wanted to be sure of victory, the their victory.

Sometimes, when staring with the intensity of whiteness that surrounded the tower, was sure to see them. There were points in the distance, tell, barely visible to the naked eye. With his imagination transformed them into flags, armies, guns, ships. Remained soon disappointed to discover that these points on the horizon do not grow or blacks took shape. It was not an army in the distance, only the illusion of his escape.

So the hours passed, and ended the day he fell asleep with hope that the next day something would happen, even a small sign.

After years of waiting, the guard was taken by anger, even thought of betraying just arrived. He sounded the horn and would have received as a reward for not dying in that tower.

in the soul of different guardian mingled feelings, anger, frustration, boredom and emptiness.

The vacuum tower had infected him deeply. And as a bodily disease was spreading, corroding the one he met.

The keeper had considered suicide, but who does not have the courage to live does not have the courage to die.

And then there was the dream.

A small boat arrived at the tower. The keeper went down the stairs running to the boat. He walked the last few steps slowly, displaying a certain behavior.

joint in front of the boat he realized that it was empty. Startled he looked around, searching for the sailor. No sign of life.

walked the perimeter of the tower, perhaps the man from the sea had dropped out of the boat and sought the entry of the tower. The tower was very tall and narrow. The keeper came to the point departure.

Sweaty for racing and the strangeness of the event, the keeper sat on a rock. While he thought with his chin resting on fist, something caught his attention.

resting on the edge of the boat stuck a piece of cloth.

The saw grabbed and doing that contained a message. Immediately recognized the handwriting of the enemy.

This message heralded its imminent arrival, was now a matter of days than weeks.

As she read, the message taken fire, spreading to his clothes until you get to the meat.

When he woke up sweating on his bed he realized that he had dreamed.

He thought that his hope to get out of that condition was likely to cause nightmares. He was afraid of going mad.

The keeper did this nightmare two years ago, a premonition that never came true.

One morning, as he stared at the fog, he saw that a bullet was being broadened and approached the tower.

After half an hour he knew without a shadow of doubt that this was a ship.

Small in size, its crew was reduced to one man.

Mindful of the nightmare he made sure he was not dreaming of pinching his cheek, he did not want another illusion.

Incredulous and polished realized that the boat was approaching the tower. The keeper tried to give him some clothes a minimum of dignity. The caretaker had eagerly awaited this moment so much from being unprepared.

After wearing the official uniform, abandoned for years in a corner, her hair arranged hurriedly and went downstairs to await the arrival of the boat.

The guardian in his heart he was afraid that this boat was empty as in a dream and that his days in the tower would be extended, until he had become an empty shell.

The man who was driving the boat rowing in a safe, seemed tireless nell'affondare the oar in the water. As if she had the strength in the arms of the waves.

The keeper felt the heartbeat speed up, had to remain calm. It was not to look like a fool if he would gain their trust. When

the man got out of the keeper managed to boat a better look. He had broad shoulders and was a head higher than he. Fully shaven and with short hair, a long cloak covered his shoulders. His clothes showed that they come from other lands, unknown to the caretaker. On the skin, in the nakedness like the neck, you could see the symbols tattooed, similar to the graphemes used by the enemy people.

The keeper standing up, holding his back straight with military dignity. Asked who he was and what he wanted.

The man grinned looking into the eyes of the guardian, with an air of mockery.

The Guardian did not want to be teased, repeated the question with greater force.

The man approached the keeper, almost to the palm of your hand.

And he said that the caretaker could be called the Guardian.

The confusion was expanding in the mind of the caretaker.

hammered The Guardian asked whether the duty of the keeper of the crystal tower was to sound the alarm, any type of ship was coming.

today as decades ago, the guardian is well remembered his orders, never leave the tower at no cost of life, sound the alarm as soon as any ship trying to land, defend the tower with their lives.

The Guardian never took his eyes from the eyes of the caretaker. The latter had understood it was not more time to play and it was better to speak out.

When the guard began to utter a word he found himself with one arm around the neck and a knife to her throat. The Guardian was able to subdue him with a rapid movement.

Keeper weak and hoping for a swift death did not resist.

The Guardian, as though he sensed her laxity loosened his grip and the guard fell to the ground emitting a dull thud.

After he sat on the stone on which sat the first keeper.

waited a while before you start talking:

'Different people, the same people.

I am not surprised that you did not resist, few can pass this test. Not everyone is ready for another city.

You see, there are not the same rules of the Old City. For centuries, select who can live there. The narrowness What is not acceptable to us.

Your friends, who have enrolled have been sent to you in towers similar to this one, scattered all around the area, the center of which as you know there is the Old Town.

All was left a message, a false hope of escape from the tower. Many give up, just resist the temptation of an easy victory.

the other city was born from the union of different peoples, a place without any fear of betrayal or a knife behind when you least expect it.

But the other city must earn to live here, the cowards are not welcome.

see, the Old City is decaying. Corruption, indifference to other people, the sadness in the faces of women now are things that you see frequently. There was a time when some of us have had a vision, a place of hope and happiness.

not endure as we had become small and poor as you. All waiting for someone to save us and no one wanted to work for salvation.

You'll notice that while you were here you were emptying in, I guess you will not be asked because you were too concentrated in your flight. Have you ever wanted to ask a real question.

This emptiness that I felt was already inside you, the walls of the tower you were only an echo. You could choose to turn the empty fullness humbly accept your work, but you did not want, I think I deserve more.

Now I assure you that not only never to set foot in the Other City but you will be confined in this tower for the rest of your days.

Do not worry, there are more towers around you than you can imagine. Do not you ever seen the fog because we have created is so perfect that envelop the mountain.

Now is the time for me to leave, there are other guards who think they are smart and save unnecessary suffering.

But the real suffering will be for them to know that he deceived themselves all this time '.

The Guardian got up and walked to the boat. The keeper still followed him with dazed eyes, if it was not a dream was the worst nightmare he'd ever had.

Before boarding the Guardian turned to the keeper and gave him an object.

The caretaker noticed that the message was wrapped in cloth that had long dreamed of before. He swallowed, took place scared the fabric. He was afraid of catching fire, he did not want to die charred.

The Guardian said: 'Do not worry, do not ignite when you open it. It 's a message for you, something to remember for the rest of your days'.

The caretaker opened the package.

reuniting the void.

What Dose The Steel Colored Braclet Mean

'm beginning to think about having a certain capacity to tirarmeli him, the mess. Of course the devastating earthquake of 2007 in Peru was not expected, and it was only a fluke that these two hurricanes have been shot down over Havana, after a summer, just in time cui ci stazionavo io. Mi rendo anche razionalmente conto che tra me e il risveglio dell’orgoglio panarabista ci sono ben pochi nessi causali, eppure eccomi qui - spettatore privilegiato di quella che viene gia’chiamata Primavera Araba.

Il Libano è un’osservatorio d’eccezione: un mese e mezzo fa arrivai in quella che era la nazione più instabile dell’area mediorientale, e paradossalmente mi trovo oggi nella più sicura. Questo perchè in assenza di governo e in piene consultazioni per formarlo, il Libano ha oggi l’occasione di anticipare un’eventuale contestazione prestando attenzione alle richieste del suo popolo. Che poi effetivamente do so remains to be seen, but in the meantime, the Lebanese seem much more focused on the evolution of events excited comment in the other Arab states who worry about the future of their (and look closely, they are right: there have been so many decades in ' eye of the storm this time take the opportunity to see how it looks from outside).

My life in the Middle East and then runs on the tracks of change at the macro level as a witness the historical event, but also to an equally unexpected micro level that unfolds in the newspaper, and which is directly responsible Beirut. The capital is a schizophrenic city, charming and exaggerated at the same time, where the day flows Jerky in a perpetual fast forward. When you get used to today, is tomorrow.

Robert Fisk, a great day my fellow war reporter, summed up this unfinished perpetual motion saying that "in the Middle East sometimes you feel that no event has ever finished a horizon that does not turn the page and never never come the moment when to say enough is enough . It 's true, the Middle East is the certainty of uncertainty, and it is his flamboyant ambassador to Beirut. When something sembra potersi (e doversi) concludere, all’improvviso succede qualche altra cosa ritrascinandoti nel turbine dei colpi di scena, delle melodie senza una conclusione, delle combinazioni all’apparenza impossibili.

Non per forza tutto questo è negativo: sicuramente nella soleggiata capitale libanese non ci si annoia mai, e la vita ha lo spiccato gusto frizzante dell’eterna sorpresa. Ma bisogna abituarsi all’idea, e al fatto che per tirare il fiato non c’è nessuna fine primo tempo.

In questa girandola di emozioni, la mia esistenza qui trova compimento nella ragione per cui mi sono spinto tra tante palme e tanto hummus : ALPHA, the organization I work with, it is finally taking part. Together with my colleague, partner in crime and friend Nina (in addition to being Program Coordinator of the NGO and 'an extraordinary person that helped me a lot of the environment) we are trying to reschedule the organization and implement strategies in the medium and long term, and getting the first concrete results of that washed pluerinnale work in the area of \u200b\u200bideas, energy and enthusiasm is returning to bear fruit. Being co-star of this process is the best training I ever could have asked for an internship, because it transcends the internship: a continuous and challenging to test, meanwhile building their own probable future. That my life is not destined to run out of Lebanon in late May?

In these first forty days of the Lebanon-a place I fell in love, people, lifestyle, food, and the job they came here. Still do not get excited language, excessive presence of French and French (except Marc, mythical boy Nina), the exhaust gas and the prices do not moderate some of the capital. But as they say here, mafi moshkel , no problem.

So everything will disappear in the near beiruttina daring moment of the night, replaced by a new unexpected development of the event.

A hug ephemeral

Tommy

7month Old Baby Coughing And Clearing Throat

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A history of water

When I awoke the sun was upon me.

I stood with his head dripping with sweat. Although I was very close to the sea, I could throw myself without fear of drowning.

I lost count of days since I live in a cave in a cliff overlooking the sea.

When I look down I see huge waves crashing against jagged rocks.

I always have a little 'afraid to see this scene, although I know to be safe.

Inside, the cave was dark, the fire was still early. I hoped with all my might that the next night was not so cold.

If you are frozen there is nothing worse having to get up to urinate, and my body, as if to tease me forced me to do it in the middle of the night.

walked toward the cave, unwittingly kicked the empty can of beans that we threw yesterday.

Tot told me it was the fault of those cans when we were there. I could not imagine how so small and silly things could cause such a catastrophe.

The days that passed could be summarized in one: In the morning I was having breakfast with liquid gray Tot synthesized, always told me that inside there was all the nourishment I needed.

After I went to look for firewood.

In fact we had enough wood for centuries to come. In addition to our cave, a small path leading to a grove.

There were many fallen trees, leaves, or none of them had showed signs of sprouting.

I did not want to see beyond those logs fallen, I saw them as the beginning of a long series of visions sad. Where all living things before they collapsed like dead trees and those without lymph.

The fire that lights were few and small. Tot it was not necessary to do so, because the heat could not warm up the entire cave, very humid.

The purpose of a fire was to have a sense of humanity. Tot was a machine, did not understand the pain, suffering, loneliness.

The fire crackled and I stand by, sat clutching the legs of the body until it stops. When the flame was now dead at that point I slumped to one side, then Tot put me on a blanket and slept until the next morning.

These were the nights when I asked for the story, some days I could not help but ask the story.

Tot Before beginning to tell, or rather to repeat, I always make sure that all of his pieces were in place.

took was a bolt in a bad, bad, and a circuit connected to the story changed. It adds details absurd, new players and often a worse final.

If it were not for the story I would have never to survive in this world of water. The point where it seemed we were the only piece of dry land left.

Or at least the part that I could explore, as well as the wood I used for the wood was another steep wall of rocks, and under the deafening sound of the waves.

Perhaps I might even try to go further, perhaps to risk crashing and perhaps find another piece of land habitable. But as I said I was afraid that waiting for me in a performance worse than the dead trees uprooted from the soil.

The story was my moment of relaxation and entertainment. It made me forget where I was, and sometimes, just sometimes, I could find a reason to my life so miserable.

long time ago I was still sleeping in my bed, a deafening roar woke me and I found myself in the cave at that time I was twelve. Now I'll be seventeen, maybe eighteen, but what do I care I could have thirteen.

Tot was beside me, a robot that apart from the two slender arms and legs are not much different than a toaster.

while recovering consciousness I heard a sound out of its slot located in the middle of his robotic body. 'History' felt 'Do not forget the history, a history of water'.

was a long process to understand what had happened, I realized that I had been living with a kind of multi-robot as a companion. It was called Tot, created in the lab was over, for no apparent reason, with me in that hovel.

The past is often confused with this, especially when you spend days are always the same.

Tot was there the evening, I sat in front of him with the fire in the middle. My appetite increase if mentioned, immediately went to when I thought what I should eat. Tot summarizing those meals from the ground, which said to be full of food. Avoid eating too many cans of beans when possible, now it had been only ten.

So if I offered to eat often said of my head, and asked him to go immediately to tell the story.

Before Tot started feeling a rattle coming from his body of metal, as if in someone or something was scraping a wall.

When told the story his voice changed, it was the voice of a person, a woman. That was another reason that pushed me to listen to the story, I had not lived long before the disaster the world, I understood only now than he could raise a woman's voice, even if registered.

And so, with the sea as background for the story began: 'This is a story of water. From the water we came. The water has surrounded the last days ... "

When the story was finished barely kept me from throwing myself into the ocean, where my mother was waiting for me ...

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In Memory Metal

have a squeaky arm is not the worst problem for a man of metal. In my life I have encountered several difficulties in adapting to the world.

Our planet, though highly technical, is not the ideal environment for inorganic beings like me.

is always yawn when I'm at work. Do not ask why they scheduled the option yawn to an entity without a heart.

The condemnation of man is the thought and not happy to be the only one at a discount, he passed to us: Metals thinking. When

pass on the street, despite our appearance is similar to a human being, people are known and there with his finger tip. Of my series do not try to cover my synthetic nature.

Many try with all means at their disposal to go unnoticed. I speak not only of artificial skin that change every day, but the things of which they speak. I once heard a metal thinking, sitting in a bar at a table next to mine, trying to make his speech can be more intellectual. He wanted to explain abstract and absurd interpretation of ancient philosophical theorems, demonstrating its experience in the field.

I wanted to get up, go to him and say, "you're just metal." I know that would not be useless. It would probably be shot on the other hand, pretending to not having seen or heard.

I will not hide my essence robotics and artificial. They are the result of several experiments, are not human nor do I want to be.

The arms were uncovered, I try to wear less clothing as possible, I do not feel the cold because I use them? I do not put the muffler on my joints creak, squeak, making noise for me is fine.

not I train in gyms to simulate facial expressions human. Some spend all their savings in private coaches expressive.

not seeking work in offices or in fashion. When they built the aim was to create the beasts of burden, real mules which give the weight of all work disturbing.

I look favorably on those who enroll in art school, thinking that their brain has been made even the synthetic pattern of creativity.

Humans tolerate us because we all have a system installed in the brain off. This little mechanism is nothing but a microbomba that destroys the brain, leaving intact the memory. We can go out, eat, drink or smoke and have sex even among ourselves and with humans. If any of us, however, touches the limit of a button is enough to remove it.

We build as adults, often commissioned by someone. We do our job, then if our owners want to stay alive and become independent.

We are the lucky ones. They have been created after working a year and are issued with a permanent visa. They begin a new life where they have the right to work, a house and a family in a certain limit.

sure why anyone would take a couple of Metals thinking a human child. We are too inexperienced to be able to do such a thing. Our life expectancy is twenty-five years. Children's children are born and die. I am my twenty-third year of age will not be long before the circuit in my spine ends its warranty. When that happens will the jackals of the company and I take it down to reuse the parts. My independence is based on this small chip. Useless to try to change the date engraved on it, any attempt to guarantee access to break-outs, thus shortening my life.

So why try to look stupid that you are not? If you were born an object can not become a man. As I said first humans have dumped upon us their convictions worse: the thought and hard work.

After generations have understood that it was time not to be the only ones to bear the burden of consciousness to exist. Somebody had to take this weight in my hands and drag them over. Metals thinking we are aware of our death, because we know exactly when it arrives. We try to understand things beyond our reach, we are aware that we live well without thinking, but we will not feel excluded. We are afraid that something may happen to our bodies, not fear of pain, but the fear of having to admit to ourselves that we are not a somebody, but a something.

When we make sex with a man we have the fears by providing more than a virgin girl of fifteen, but not the same enthusiasm. We hope that in their wailing they say our name would say that the person they love.

I have loved, or as in the formulas used by us, I think I loved. Involuntarily the logic is crucial for us. Based on the concept of our inhumanity can not say I feel, I know, but I think I feel or think I know.

I said I think I loved. It was a blacks-haired girl, who worked in a bar. He looked at me smiling with only corner of his mouth. Her hair is often covered his face and lips were the only thing I saw.

The third time I went there, contrary to my habit, I asked her name.

"Pat" ...

His name was Pat.

knew the protocol to follow in these situations, clumsily tried to follow him ask her out.

She said she did not want to leave, but go to bed with me.

I thought she was, like many humans, deluded thinking that the metals they were like a blender which you could adjust the power as you wish, to use and put away. I really liked her so I said yes anyway. In the evening I went to his house.

When I entered his apartment I was immediately struck by the volume of the music. The rooms were almost empty and tidy, soft lights and orange.

He sat me on his bed now, not even asked me how I was. I poured a drink in a plastic tapered without saying a word. He kept smiling looking into my eyes, I could not understand what his intentions were. I just knew that I liked more.

Until then when I had no doubt that it was human. It was when he put his cheek against mine who understood its artificial nature.

I still do not explain why it struck me so much that discovery. I just remember that I got up slowly with his eyes stuck on him until I left the room.

one day I wandered to the outskirts of the city in the midst of garbage that would kill a man at the first inhalation. I felt dirty and I wanted to stay in contact with the rubbish and waste one day I would become part of them ...

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Story Story No.2

The Prophet of Fire

Saliva had a single mixture with sand.

The hours of the journey filled with dust and pain.

have to walk for so long a time would have seemed crazy. Now, however, could not help it.

There were those who called him a slave, who had tried to sell it as such. He had managed to survive despite everything, despite having a reduced knee pain since he was attacked by an angry mob. The

physical pain, however, remained the last of his worries, he knew that the most that could happen was dying, death and he had already proved.

When a man loses his family, his work, his place in the community that is perhaps the worst death that may exist.

When you're thrown into a corner and ask for a rag, knowing that some time before your skin was greased with perfumed oil and just, you know to be dead.

He always knew how fragile his life was, taught him that his mother's death, that just slipped in front home and beat his head was not raised further.

But then he was a child, the weakness was a thing of the nature of the infant.

Growing your confidence increases, in proportion to your physical assets. Do you feel strong, confident in the future, see your children walking in the footsteps that you first have trod.

Now I do not even remember how many days you walk. When did you last spoke with someone. See only a foot in front of the other.

From a distance he saw the walls of a village, fell to his knees, looked up and thanked the sky. It was an action that was now more often.

The distance was now plentiful, but the walls seemed to move away rather than closer.

knew it was a risk going somewhere new, as the prophet had received the most varied reception. He was loved and hated by many people.

Before entering he asked, as he always did, what he would say, what phrase was better to arrive. He had done it a million times, but was always afraid that someone would react badly, to kill him.

From a sentinel had seen, who was shouted down to let the prophet.

His feet barely touched the edge of the village who had heard screams of women and men who came.

closed his eyes for a moment, stroked a bit 'long gray beard, and heard something that only he could hear.

When I opened my eyes a crowd around him. This village had probably been attacked recently. There were few men in the forces and many women, some pregnant.

There were many children, however, a tear the eye went down, it was better not to ask what had made those children who seemed to fail to respond.

began making the gesture of blessing that everyone knew, he uttered a few words, under the watchful eyes of people who did not seem to trust him.

Someone pushed and fell to the ground. Always did, when he came limping off the knee many wanted to know if he was faking.

He got up without feeling that he had assaulted, but instead smiled and asked if he could sit down somewhere.

A woman had brought a small jug with water, he drank up, after many days of drought was difficult for him swallow.

When someone asked him the name, said he had always done since he was called to this journey that the name is not important, but what matters is the message.

This answer was unpleasant to some, others thought the offense, believed that he wanted to make fun of them, who do not deserve to know his name.

From a distance someone yelled that it was just another swindler, who wanted a free meal for two things to say far-fetched.

to this kind of provocation, he never answered, just closed his eyes as he was thinking, as if looking into it.

Another woman took him gently by the arm and told him he could sleep at his home. He was tired and exhausted, he would speak more calmly in the evening.

A group of people broke away and returned to his chores, while others followed him, those who humbly with a smile of derision.

In the house of the woman was a strong man, broad-shouldered, his beard long and flowing like a flock of black crows.

When he entered did not utter a word, but followed him with his eyes. Study it seemed like a beast does with its prey. The prophet went to lie down on a bed of twigs, shortly after the sleep had kidnapped.

When he woke up next to him there was a fire that heated the house. This was one place where the tools lying around, I realized that was used for everything from wired to sleep.

soon opened his eyes met those of the man who had seen it before, it seemed that he had not moved even a moment. Read the prophet in that look, life, fire, suffering, and have witnessed many times death.

In his heart he thought that perhaps he had much more to teach him, that his words were most certainly heard, such was the authority issued to him.

With a little 'hard work sat. The knee ached terribly, the first drop was a blow.

'now' he thought, 'Now is the time when I begin to ask of their destiny, because of their suffering'.

The woman who had came together at that moment, smiled when she saw him awake. She asked him if he wanted to eat something.

's relentless hunger was biting her stomach, maybe not eat for weeks. He brought with him a piece of bread for the trip, ate slowly and receiving to make it last.

raised his face and looked at the woman in the eye and told him that she had something important to ask. He ate only after you have answered your question.

She sat in front of the man, he could be her husband but nothing suggested.

'When will return to talk about? ' he asked, pointing to the man, 'When will it end its silence?'. The last word, you were the wind seemed to break. After asking what began to look at the ground as kidnapped by a thousand thoughts.

What is the purpose of the prophet? Which voice will listen? Why take the responsibility to respond to questions that seem to man banned?

He was asked this question many times, he often looked for a rational response. But he knew that the real answer was unpronounceable.

The prophet took the woman a flap of his tunic and said, 'Let him die, has finished his journey on earth'.

The woman began to cry. The sadness seemed to fill the house now.

After crying, she stood up and forcefully put her arms around the man to embrace. The squeezed and said the words whispered in the ear. Then she kissed him with passion and love.

The man smiled, maybe not smiled like this since he was little.

He turned to the prophet for a moment looking into his eyes, after you slumped as if asleep. The spirit flew away from his nostrils, and his flesh was left alone that she was still holding him close.

The Prophet stayed for hours with his eyes closed, tears almost prevented him from opening the lids. It was not simply that he felt pain and sadness, however.

was that feeling he had when he was kidnapped in the corners of what had been his village, after it was destroyed by the latest conflict. Even then he stood up, powerless and remained with his eyes closed until the moon appeared in the sky. She listened intently to the voice inaudible ears that was clear, however, as no one had ever talked before.

It seemed natural to leave the few items that still belonged to him and begin to walk, charmed by an inner music.

The woman had fallen asleep next to her husband's body, the Prophet got up and left.

Outside there was someone waiting for him.