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Black Dog In vino veritas

Bartho stood leaning against an oak tree to rest. The long flight had also tried and Koryx, black horse, polished, worthy of a king, he was exhausted. Nestled in the woods, listening to the rustle of leaves continued, with eyes closed. Nostrils was the smell of leather breastplate, in the mouth the taste of licorice. Sixty miles riding furiously would have broken the back to anyone. Every beast slumps to the ground would be overcome with fatigue. The fear, however, was able to push themselves beyond their limits.

first was launched along the river course. Then, just at the point where the green was so dense to be done at night, had slipped into the forest. Always at a gallop, without turning ever, almost tasted blood in the lashings of the branches bare arms.

Again, Bartho had escaped his fate. He did not think hardly
, Bartho. Fled because they were trying to kill him. But he did not know the reason why he should have started to flee. No longer interested even remember it. In the (increasingly) rare moments of respite, in which he could leave behind the fifty, fifty murderers, the fifty beasts that Black Dog had unleashed below, summarizing thoughts Bartho elementary rule on the motion of clouds in the sky rather that the firm flesh of dell'ostessa Claterna.
reached out on the ground and he thought he heard vibration. Instantly turned every way to capture the danger, the enemy. To get to hear the death. Koryx looked up, questioning him mutely. The charger, kicking nervous, confirmed: they were the new me. Bartho climbed into the saddle and spurred on vigorously. He knew the forest. The only sure thing was that they were behind him. Then he must go on, no matter what there was beyond the forest. He tried to navigate with the sound of the river, but without success. There was only to be pursued, without asking anything. All we had going. And fast. The bush was passing away and the sun filtering through the branches more. Koryx, safe, guided by his instinct, now advancing smoothly.
The large open space opened unexpectedly before the eyes of Bartho. There, finally, salvation. Between the clear and decisive escape, the one that would give him a new freedom, there was a jump of ten meters. Koryx him and there would have been able to do. No. He

Koryx and there would have made.

Without a shred of hesitation, Bartho stuck his spurs into the sides of the horse snorted and jumped like lightning towards the void. Bartho had the assurance argument in agony, his whole being collected as a catapult ready to strike a blow. Koryx was a terrific horse, he parted from the land exactly on the edge of the rock.

It is said that when we are die, all life we \u200b\u200bthrow in a few moments before his eyes.

Everything Bartho thought was that it was really wonderful fly.

Why Discharge And Spotting When Period Do?

We are, I think all the fatigue, leaving the period of holy days. The only thing missing and then we put the witch in the cellar until next December 8 Christmas tree (with all the balls), the crib (with the figures every year more and more chipped) for lunches and anguish, gifts and family.
days ago, at the beginning of the festival Christmas, I had to buy some 'wine shop where wine is usually served. Besides the many labels, the talented Alessandro B. offers me also his pleasure to chat, wine and more. For some 'time to buy the wines almost exclusively so-called "natural" or produced in accordance with a methodology that has as its priority the respect of the territory. They are the result of non-intensive crops (ie low yield per hectare) and are obtained through traditional winemaking techniques, without the use of additives. The result is an unusual wine, often edgy, because its strongest features are not smoothed in any way. In addition, because of the lack of chemical stabilizers, may also be a great variability in the quality of wine, bottle to bottle. It is, reflected with Alexander, wine difficult to adapt to today's market. The marketing claims immediately recognizable, high profit margins, ease of use, high standardization. Wine all the same for all consumers the same. The only thing that really matters is the amount that you can sell, while the quality is just as necessary to make the quantity.
Thus almost everywhere. Leaving aside political considerations (eg whether it is right or not this economic system that rewards almost exclusively the property), there is another question, in my opinion now unavoidable: that capitalism (hyperconsumeristic and global) and, especially, the marketing - that the system is both guard and cannon - producing misery even before wealth. This is a reflection that we do not want to do and that weighs on us. We prefer to watch on TV (with less and less participation) in the tale of family tragedies, which, although now very frequent, we continue to say unpredictable and inexplicable.
At the bottom of everything, I'm afraid there's just the now completely happened overlap of what is with what you have. We want money, power, career to show the world our worth in the hope that others, recognizing those things, we finally explain what really worth. Everything is now kind of consumption, even (And perhaps especially) personal relationships. On the radio, these days, we hear complaints that a car dealership, to entice prospective customers to buy at a rate of their expensive machines, produced a spot which is more or less like this: a girl, her voice by Lolita in the mood for a tantrum, make: "I want it, want it, want it, want it now ..." . The boy, in an excited tone as a teenager devastated by adult masturbation, answers ready, hopeful and allusive "You want it? Here I am ". Lolita At that point, I imagine casually raising an eyebrow, said: "But who? You? I spoke of ... " and appoint a suv last generation to which we will here the fictitious name of Baracca. Cut to music, then a speaker read out the installment plan that would allow the youth to eventually not have the car, but Lolita. Closing the spot assigned to him, winking at her, to us at all, says "New Cabin! So maybe .... ".

- "Gentlemen, it was an honor playing with you tonight."