Thursday, February 26, 2009
Where Can I Buy A Pump For My Foundation
I went to smoke
the umpteenth cigarette of the day of this long day that follows other endless days
do not know why the duration of the day seems to depend on people's unhappiness
...
they are more unhappy as time runs slowly ...
only time they run are those that accompany
that strip of smoke that suddenly comes out of my mouth and say that all
I repeated to stop smoking ...
but why do not you tell me to stop breathing?
not it be better?
sometimes I feel that my life is just the other
of trouble to my family ...
co-workers ....
the small circle of people who for one reason or another
are part of my life is a mess ... I think ....
I was born wrong ... I say ..... Today
of my bed watching a chimney smoke that
envy ..
no one tells you to stop no one tells him to open the window it's hurry up because he smokes ....
not tremble
not afraid
has no thoughts and no pain
am so tired and I know this will be another long night
One day ...
is a day I will be happy ....
will smoke a cigarette and smoked
will be the last light will go out in the air ... as did my father
when will this day?
too late .... sure ...
I have the impression that it voli via tutto il dolore
tutti i dispiaceri
e i sogni mai realizzati
basta.....
si basta scrivere...
non dovrei farlo
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And 'long
E' tanto tempo che non scrivo...mi sorge il dubbio..saprò ancora farlo?...potrò ancora farlo?
non so...non che la mia scrittura sia mai stata un gran che ma almeno placava un po' il rumore che c'è dentro di me.....
E corrono ancora i pensieri
ma sono vecchi cavalli stanchi
i loro zoccoli battono il terreno
forming large furrows
a bit 'as those that invade my heart
if only they could do well
cut my meat small strips
then I think .....
sooner or later I should explain why ....
give up .. and still sharp thoughts ...
worse than razor sharp ..
più crudeli...
Questo mondo non è come vorrei
neanche questa vita lo è...
e sopratutto io non sono come vorrei...
o come dovrei.....
corrono ancora quei cavalli
ne sento il rumore
anche se è mascherato dal ticchettio dei tasti
e dai suoni delle tv..
I feel the smell of the stable ....
is in my mind ...
never in my nose
gallops sadness
never seems to end ....
I exhausted the jet
but not limited
instead of my strength ...
and eyes are crying ...
silently dry
hold my breath
I stopped
would put to bed the horses ...
thoughts ... the pain
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Where Is Beiggest Penas
Tongario the best!!
Hello to all .. here we go ... The Tongariro
and 'truly a magical place, the amazing beauty!
tiring, very tiring for those who like us and 'used to walk with a disvilvello of Nos 700 / 800 meters to 20 km .. pero' once up there .. that to say No words can describe the feelings ...
I think the brilliance of those lakes smerlado colored stones set like those lands between them ricodero smoky me 'for the rest of my life .. for No mention of Mount Doom ...
stately and imposing ever-present ... ...
and then the red fire .... craters and barren valleys from which the steam rising ...
seemed to be in a place "hell" of astonishing beauty!
chinque to be willing to come to this enchanted land .. advise everyone to do this extraordinary walk!!
unique!
over and out
janis
Hello to all .. here we go ... The Tongariro
and 'truly a magical place, the amazing beauty!
tiring, very tiring for those who like us and 'used to walk with a disvilvello of Nos 700 / 800 meters to 20 km .. pero' once up there .. that to say No words can describe the feelings ...
I think the brilliance of those lakes smerlado colored stones set like those lands between them ricodero smoky me 'for the rest of my life .. for No mention of Mount Doom ...
stately and imposing ever-present ... ...
and then the red fire .... craters and barren valleys from which the steam rising ...
seemed to be in a place "hell" of astonishing beauty!
chinque to be willing to come to this enchanted land .. advise everyone to do this extraordinary walk!!
unique!
over and out
janis
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Tongariro non è Folgaria....
A post a little 'long as it does not update the blog for a while' .... Let's start with the most unpleasant things: a Rotorua ci hanno fregato una SDCard dalla macchina fotografica che di solito usa Janis. Se l’è dimenticata in stanza in ostello quando siamo andati al museo cittadino e il giorno dopo si è accorta che lo slot della scheda era vuota. I nostri sospetti cadono su un tipo strano che è arrivato in ostello al mattino, con in mano una sacca piena di mazze di golf in un giorno che diluviava come ai tempi di Noè e una valigetta che, una volta aperta, conteneva un libro intitolato “I passi di Cristo” e due coltelli lunghi come il mio braccio. Se anche non è stato lui, è comunque il probabile responsabile indiretto visto che aveva la bruttissima abitudine di uscire dalla stanza e lasciare la porta spalancata…Per il resto gli altri roommates were a English girl who was with us at the museum, another Spaniard with whom we had made friends there and really seemed the type that steals other people's cards and a guy by the Indian sections, sleeping with a teddy bear and disappeared in the morning early and returned usually in the evening ... Luckily the night before the theft had downloaded the photos on the PC and the damage is minimal ... Two days later Tuapo we instead had a little accident with the car in a parking lot ... Maori female drivers, not and 'insurance and the police intervene only in case of injuries ... the damage is small, but I think you need to change the bumper ... we have much reason, but' our word against his ... if she admits fault with our insurance must pay in person ... honestly I doubt that will happen ... we have a franchise and I fear that we'll pay for it (the question that surely someone will "because you have not done the Kasco," the answer is that with 54 days of hiring, the cost was more than half of the deductible). We come now to the good stuff ... we did what is called the most beautiful a day's drive of New Zealand: The Tongariro Crossing. It 's a 19.4 km route that winds around the mountains Tongariro and Ngauruhoe, Mount Doom in practice ... It starts with a fairly flat stretch on the slopes of the volcano, then up around two of the craters that make up the Tongariro, with a beautiful view of Ngauruhoe. Past the two craters (one active ...), you face a series of ponds whether created as a result of eruptions and older, a little further, third largest lake of the same origin. At this point you can not really decide which way to turn around so the scenery is beautiful: on one hand the lakes, on the other craters, on the other the valley from "Lord of the Rings" ... really beautiful, the best in Iceland. Going meet some hot springs before ending in a 3 km trail in the forest. A discrete drudgery, especially for those, like us, are not trained, but doable in about 8 hours walk. In practice, a day's work ... but this time really well spent, certainly among the best 8 hours spent in my life ... Previously we had been, as mentioned, Tuapo to see the Craters of the Moon (craters emitting vapors ... cute, but nothing more ', and a waterfall rather anonymous) and the Waitomo caves, to see the glow worms. In practice, the larvae that live in caves and in contact with the dark, you light up like fireflies turning the rock into an embroidery of stars ... must try! Even before we were in Rotorua, to see the largest geyser in New Zealand, a bit 'disappointing compared to what we saw in Iceland. For Joseph: yes, the road di Cape Renga è quella che porta sulla punta sperduta in cima alla Nuova Zelanda, dove il Mare di Tasmania e l’Oceano si incontrano. Non so bene cosa faremo domani: dobbiamo andare verso Wellington per imbarcarci per il Sud con l’inizio di marzo. Ieri sera un ragazzo olandese mi ha detto che al venerdì ci sono spesso partite di rugby….mi tenta…c’e’ solo da convincere la Principessa Koala che ora è già collassata dai 20 km di passeggiata. Un tempo si addormentava come un sasso dopo gli straordinari alla Frati…almeno per un po’ la vita può davvero cambiare. Basta crederci.
Ps: ci eravamo ripromessi di creare un album con gli highlights fotografici dal nostro arrivo in New Zealand, ma siamo troppo stanchi. Su http://picasaweb.google.it/HanssSquonk/ ci sono però le foto della passeggiata di oggi.
A post a little 'long as it does not update the blog for a while' .... Let's start with the most unpleasant things: a Rotorua ci hanno fregato una SDCard dalla macchina fotografica che di solito usa Janis. Se l’è dimenticata in stanza in ostello quando siamo andati al museo cittadino e il giorno dopo si è accorta che lo slot della scheda era vuota. I nostri sospetti cadono su un tipo strano che è arrivato in ostello al mattino, con in mano una sacca piena di mazze di golf in un giorno che diluviava come ai tempi di Noè e una valigetta che, una volta aperta, conteneva un libro intitolato “I passi di Cristo” e due coltelli lunghi come il mio braccio. Se anche non è stato lui, è comunque il probabile responsabile indiretto visto che aveva la bruttissima abitudine di uscire dalla stanza e lasciare la porta spalancata…Per il resto gli altri roommates were a English girl who was with us at the museum, another Spaniard with whom we had made friends there and really seemed the type that steals other people's cards and a guy by the Indian sections, sleeping with a teddy bear and disappeared in the morning early and returned usually in the evening ... Luckily the night before the theft had downloaded the photos on the PC and the damage is minimal ... Two days later Tuapo we instead had a little accident with the car in a parking lot ... Maori female drivers, not and 'insurance and the police intervene only in case of injuries ... the damage is small, but I think you need to change the bumper ... we have much reason, but' our word against his ... if she admits fault with our insurance must pay in person ... honestly I doubt that will happen ... we have a franchise and I fear that we'll pay for it (the question that surely someone will "because you have not done the Kasco," the answer is that with 54 days of hiring, the cost was more than half of the deductible). We come now to the good stuff ... we did what is called the most beautiful a day's drive of New Zealand: The Tongariro Crossing. It 's a 19.4 km route that winds around the mountains Tongariro and Ngauruhoe, Mount Doom in practice ... It starts with a fairly flat stretch on the slopes of the volcano, then up around two of the craters that make up the Tongariro, with a beautiful view of Ngauruhoe. Past the two craters (one active ...), you face a series of ponds whether created as a result of eruptions and older, a little further, third largest lake of the same origin. At this point you can not really decide which way to turn around so the scenery is beautiful: on one hand the lakes, on the other craters, on the other the valley from "Lord of the Rings" ... really beautiful, the best in Iceland. Going meet some hot springs before ending in a 3 km trail in the forest. A discrete drudgery, especially for those, like us, are not trained, but doable in about 8 hours walk. In practice, a day's work ... but this time really well spent, certainly among the best 8 hours spent in my life ... Previously we had been, as mentioned, Tuapo to see the Craters of the Moon (craters emitting vapors ... cute, but nothing more ', and a waterfall rather anonymous) and the Waitomo caves, to see the glow worms. In practice, the larvae that live in caves and in contact with the dark, you light up like fireflies turning the rock into an embroidery of stars ... must try! Even before we were in Rotorua, to see the largest geyser in New Zealand, a bit 'disappointing compared to what we saw in Iceland. For Joseph: yes, the road di Cape Renga è quella che porta sulla punta sperduta in cima alla Nuova Zelanda, dove il Mare di Tasmania e l’Oceano si incontrano. Non so bene cosa faremo domani: dobbiamo andare verso Wellington per imbarcarci per il Sud con l’inizio di marzo. Ieri sera un ragazzo olandese mi ha detto che al venerdì ci sono spesso partite di rugby….mi tenta…c’e’ solo da convincere la Principessa Koala che ora è già collassata dai 20 km di passeggiata. Un tempo si addormentava come un sasso dopo gli straordinari alla Frati…almeno per un po’ la vita può davvero cambiare. Basta crederci.
Ps: ci eravamo ripromessi di creare un album con gli highlights fotografici dal nostro arrivo in New Zealand, ma siamo troppo stanchi. Su http://picasaweb.google.it/HanssSquonk/ ci sono però le foto della passeggiata di oggi.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Dodge Grand Caravan Fit Queen Mattress
tonight
Tonight I really feel the need to write .. ...
forgive me for this?
I had promised myself not to do it .......
So rare moments of paradise
in this land of thoughts
so mute these humble words
who speak and to remain silent while
life is made of microscopic Istati
breaks and endless
captured the moment and in the heart of Serbia
because to placate
gray that the future holds
a strip of sun
to hold on in the night
the brightness of a star
rarely appears
and let go of the tired hands
that follows the old beat
narrino that this life ...
of these thoughts .....
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Free Blueprints For Wooden Boats
Pellegrinaggio....
Siamo a Auckland e il tempo (nel senso di time) e tiranno...fra 6 minuti la connessione cadra'...Quindi saro' telegrafico...oggi abbiamo visto il museo della cultura Maori ed e stato molto piu interessante di Waitangi...ma, soprattutto, ieri e cominciato il pellegrinaggio sui set cinematografici...siamo stati a Karekare (o qualcosa del genere), la spiaggia su cui Jane Campion ha girato Lezioni di Piano. Domani siamo diretti a Hobbitland...non e chiaro se puoi andare da solo nel villaggio o devi pagare un giro organizzato (in questo caso di attaccano...ma tanto passare non costa nulla perche siamo sulla strada). After finally we're going to Rotorua. For those who look on our streets streetview, I meant that in recent days we were in Cape Renga, the Caponord of New Zealand, and then in the Kauri Forest, just before going to Karekare and then Auckland. Goodnight all
Gabriele
Siamo a Auckland e il tempo (nel senso di time) e tiranno...fra 6 minuti la connessione cadra'...Quindi saro' telegrafico...oggi abbiamo visto il museo della cultura Maori ed e stato molto piu interessante di Waitangi...ma, soprattutto, ieri e cominciato il pellegrinaggio sui set cinematografici...siamo stati a Karekare (o qualcosa del genere), la spiaggia su cui Jane Campion ha girato Lezioni di Piano. Domani siamo diretti a Hobbitland...non e chiaro se puoi andare da solo nel villaggio o devi pagare un giro organizzato (in questo caso di attaccano...ma tanto passare non costa nulla perche siamo sulla strada). After finally we're going to Rotorua. For those who look on our streets streetview, I meant that in recent days we were in Cape Renga, the Caponord of New Zealand, and then in the Kauri Forest, just before going to Karekare and then Auckland. Goodnight all
Gabriele
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Job Search Vans Shoes
back to auckland
we're back in Auckland ...
after the beach where karekare jane champion turned piano lessons ... the City 'will seem to me' ... nothing more than a big city'....
want to go karekare ...!!!!!!!
where surfers ride the waves until sunset!
we're back in Auckland ...
after the beach where karekare jane champion turned piano lessons ... the City 'will seem to me' ... nothing more than a big city'....
want to go karekare ...!!!!!!!
where surfers ride the waves until sunset!
Friday, February 13, 2009
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Il trattato di Waitangi
I know a guy who often makes arrangements with other people. In these agreements, there are conflicting interests that, to hear him, find a proper synthesis. This guy uses with great skill 'the most' subtle interpretative techniques: basically leave everything as vague as possible while reserving the right to interpret its own benefit any more 'detail not completely focused. And when it 'is not enough, do not hesitate to unilaterally and adds annotations, pencil, and maybe in the back of the paper. So this guy, and 'a perfect descendant of the Treaty of Waitangi. For the uninitiated, this treaty was signed on February 6, 1840 between the British Crown and the tribes 'Maori, who ceded their sovereignty' on New Zealand territory to the British Crown, receiving in exchange for rights and duties of any good British citizen. The problem 'that no explain 'good for the heck it meant that Maori cede sovereignty' ... and here I stop. For those interested in the topic just a Google search. Cmque yesterday morning we went to see the places where the treaty was signed and where in 1940 it was celebrated with great pomp, the centenary. According to the PravdaPlanet and 'a must for me ...' was a sewer total. In fact, you pay $ 20 entry to see some paintings of historical figures that I have already 'forgot the name, actually walk through the beautiful forest, but for about 5 minutes and see a really interesting Maori war canoe. ah ... there are two buildings where the delegations stayed English and Maori who gave life to the celebrations of the centenary (with a di storia del grande benefattore inglese che era un tempo proprietario di queste terre (naturalmente nessuno si chiede a chi le abbia portate via...) e che nel 1932 le dono' alla nazione), un negozio di souvenir e una targa che ricorda la data del trattato con tanto di tre bandiere: inglese, neozelandese e, immagino, Maori. ah...c e anche un piccolissimo teatro dove e possibile assistere a degli spettacoli di cultura Maori (a pagamento). Noi abbiamo scelto uno spettacolo di danza e musica. Ecco..immaginate una situazione paradossale di questo tipo: domani arrivano i marziani. Decidono che a loro interessa il pianeta Terra e, dopo lunghi conflitti, firmano un bel trattato con tanto di postille interpretative. Alla fine si impossessano del pianeta e il nostro ruolo diventa quello di metterci la parrucca in testa e cantare il rock'n'roll per una platea di coglioni di Venere o Giove che ci guardano come dei fenomeni da baracconi. Non sarebbe triste???
Dopo alcune notevoli spiagge, abbiamo pernottato in una fattoria a Broadwood, vicino alla costa nord-occidentale, dove siamo tuttora. Oggi ci siamo rilassati: abbiamo fatto una passeggiata di circa un'ora fra le colline abbastanza simili al Trentino Alto Adige e abbiamo chiaccherato con i proprietari della fattoria. Il mio inglese continua a fare schifo, ma pazienza....
I know a guy who often makes arrangements with other people. In these agreements, there are conflicting interests that, to hear him, find a proper synthesis. This guy uses with great skill 'the most' subtle interpretative techniques: basically leave everything as vague as possible while reserving the right to interpret its own benefit any more 'detail not completely focused. And when it 'is not enough, do not hesitate to unilaterally and adds annotations, pencil, and maybe in the back of the paper. So this guy, and 'a perfect descendant of the Treaty of Waitangi. For the uninitiated, this treaty was signed on February 6, 1840 between the British Crown and the tribes 'Maori, who ceded their sovereignty' on New Zealand territory to the British Crown, receiving in exchange for rights and duties of any good British citizen. The problem 'that no explain 'good for the heck it meant that Maori cede sovereignty' ... and here I stop. For those interested in the topic just a Google search. Cmque yesterday morning we went to see the places where the treaty was signed and where in 1940 it was celebrated with great pomp, the centenary. According to the PravdaPlanet and 'a must for me ...' was a sewer total. In fact, you pay $ 20 entry to see some paintings of historical figures that I have already 'forgot the name, actually walk through the beautiful forest, but for about 5 minutes and see a really interesting Maori war canoe. ah ... there are two buildings where the delegations stayed English and Maori who gave life to the celebrations of the centenary (with a di storia del grande benefattore inglese che era un tempo proprietario di queste terre (naturalmente nessuno si chiede a chi le abbia portate via...) e che nel 1932 le dono' alla nazione), un negozio di souvenir e una targa che ricorda la data del trattato con tanto di tre bandiere: inglese, neozelandese e, immagino, Maori. ah...c e anche un piccolissimo teatro dove e possibile assistere a degli spettacoli di cultura Maori (a pagamento). Noi abbiamo scelto uno spettacolo di danza e musica. Ecco..immaginate una situazione paradossale di questo tipo: domani arrivano i marziani. Decidono che a loro interessa il pianeta Terra e, dopo lunghi conflitti, firmano un bel trattato con tanto di postille interpretative. Alla fine si impossessano del pianeta e il nostro ruolo diventa quello di metterci la parrucca in testa e cantare il rock'n'roll per una platea di coglioni di Venere o Giove che ci guardano come dei fenomeni da baracconi. Non sarebbe triste???
Dopo alcune notevoli spiagge, abbiamo pernottato in una fattoria a Broadwood, vicino alla costa nord-occidentale, dove siamo tuttora. Oggi ci siamo rilassati: abbiamo fatto una passeggiata di circa un'ora fra le colline abbastanza simili al Trentino Alto Adige e abbiamo chiaccherato con i proprietari della fattoria. Il mio inglese continua a fare schifo, ma pazienza....
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Yellow Stuff On Undies
La terra dalle lunghe nuvole bianche
La Nuova Zelanda è davvero la terra dalle lunghe nuvole bianche, come la chiamavano i Maori. Dopo il tramonto, si muovevano nel cielo come segnali di fumo, sfiorando full moon without ever cover. The weather is not great: there is humid and sunny today and rain alternated several times, even after a few minutes, but the evening air will enter into skin like a knife. It 's our last night in a farm as the definition may seem trivial, but Evan and Ada are two really exceptional people. Though I can understand when they speak little, transmit harmony and treat you with kindness to the limit of affection. He is truly a bizarre character: a professional engineer and qualified in biblical studies (like her) at some point got sick of working in the office and started doing the factor. Between yesterday and today we saw at work in the construction a small bridge and in the end I thought of that old joke of John Travolta in Pulp Fiction when he gives his hand to Harvey Keitel and says Mr. Wolf, it was really good to see you at work. I said ... we leave tomorrow. Come to Bay of Islands. That is not a place, as seems to say PravdaPlanet, but one area (a bay, in fact ...). For a while, 'We have two traveling companions: Megane and Rafaela, the other two girls working on the farm. The lead up to their bus to Cape Reinga, on the extreme north. I will speak of them again, because I'm half past midnight and I'm tired ... goodnight all.
forgot .... to the usual address http://picasaweb.google.it/HanssSquonk/ ci sono tutte le foto dell’Australia e le prime foto della Nuova Zelanda
La Nuova Zelanda è davvero la terra dalle lunghe nuvole bianche, come la chiamavano i Maori. Dopo il tramonto, si muovevano nel cielo come segnali di fumo, sfiorando full moon without ever cover. The weather is not great: there is humid and sunny today and rain alternated several times, even after a few minutes, but the evening air will enter into skin like a knife. It 's our last night in a farm as the definition may seem trivial, but Evan and Ada are two really exceptional people. Though I can understand when they speak little, transmit harmony and treat you with kindness to the limit of affection. He is truly a bizarre character: a professional engineer and qualified in biblical studies (like her) at some point got sick of working in the office and started doing the factor. Between yesterday and today we saw at work in the construction a small bridge and in the end I thought of that old joke of John Travolta in Pulp Fiction when he gives his hand to Harvey Keitel and says Mr. Wolf, it was really good to see you at work. I said ... we leave tomorrow. Come to Bay of Islands. That is not a place, as seems to say PravdaPlanet, but one area (a bay, in fact ...). For a while, 'We have two traveling companions: Megane and Rafaela, the other two girls working on the farm. The lead up to their bus to Cape Reinga, on the extreme north. I will speak of them again, because I'm half past midnight and I'm tired ... goodnight all.
forgot .... to the usual address http://picasaweb.google.it/HanssSquonk/ ci sono tutte le foto dell’Australia e le prime foto della Nuova Zelanda
Monday, February 9, 2009
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Arches Farm Whangerai New Zealand
Sono le 12.25 a.m, e ci stiamo rilassando su un bellissino divano con vista monti, valli e mare all orizzonte.
Data la pioggia oggi nn abbiamo lavorato fuori, cosi ci siamo offerti di preparare il pranzo ..(riso freddo a volonta).
Ieri abbiamo lavorato nella foresta e il nostro compito era quello di estirpare un certo tipo di fiore tossico per le mucche, eravamo sommersi da felci giganti, alberi giganteschi....e il rumore della foresta era incredibile...
gli alberi parlavano...ebbene si...il vento muoveva le migliaia di foglie e felici giganti tanto da formare un cicalio continuo attorno a noi...incredibile..a un certo punto mi sono sdraita on a dead tree trunk and I was to observe the patches of sky that was visible through the trees cross each other ...
.. all around the forest alive and we are only two ...
I felt I would be more than a dot, and n output even after two hours of estirpaggio we were a little tired ..
The other day but we dug a long trench about 4 feet deep and 25 cm wide 30 cm under the sun ... hot ...
E 'was hard ... was for some kind of drainage going into that hole .. in fact made of stones to form a bridge ... Hmm .. maybe
nn I was clear but ... it 's been hard .. a lot ...!!!
The climate here and 'sub-tropical moist and ... contrary to that of Australia and that' hot and dry.
The vegetation 'incredibly lush and mountainous ... Iceland looks like a huge umbrella with trees and ferns to palm trees that seem!
Yesterday we were at a beach Ocean Beach .... the sea was very rough but fearless surfers continued to look for their perfect wave ....
A little 'haze hid the surrounding mountains ... and all had a mystical air, but at the same time "rough" ... No I can not find the exact Termon Italian stormy and bitter .. maybe ... Well ...
incredibly vibrant and fascinating ..
Ok guys I salute you ....
Sono le 12.25 a.m, e ci stiamo rilassando su un bellissino divano con vista monti, valli e mare all orizzonte.
Data la pioggia oggi nn abbiamo lavorato fuori, cosi ci siamo offerti di preparare il pranzo ..(riso freddo a volonta).
Ieri abbiamo lavorato nella foresta e il nostro compito era quello di estirpare un certo tipo di fiore tossico per le mucche, eravamo sommersi da felci giganti, alberi giganteschi....e il rumore della foresta era incredibile...
gli alberi parlavano...ebbene si...il vento muoveva le migliaia di foglie e felici giganti tanto da formare un cicalio continuo attorno a noi...incredibile..a un certo punto mi sono sdraita on a dead tree trunk and I was to observe the patches of sky that was visible through the trees cross each other ...
.. all around the forest alive and we are only two ...
I felt I would be more than a dot, and n output even after two hours of estirpaggio we were a little tired ..
The other day but we dug a long trench about 4 feet deep and 25 cm wide 30 cm under the sun ... hot ...
E 'was hard ... was for some kind of drainage going into that hole .. in fact made of stones to form a bridge ... Hmm .. maybe
nn I was clear but ... it 's been hard .. a lot ...!!!
The climate here and 'sub-tropical moist and ... contrary to that of Australia and that' hot and dry.
The vegetation 'incredibly lush and mountainous ... Iceland looks like a huge umbrella with trees and ferns to palm trees that seem!
Yesterday we were at a beach Ocean Beach .... the sea was very rough but fearless surfers continued to look for their perfect wave ....
A little 'haze hid the surrounding mountains ... and all had a mystical air, but at the same time "rough" ... No I can not find the exact Termon Italian stormy and bitter .. maybe ... Well ...
incredibly vibrant and fascinating ..
Ok guys I salute you ....
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Pokemon Deluge Zedjawater
Nuova Zelanda
Who happen to travel to places with landscapes different from our own are probably aware that one of the most pleasant sensations is the way familiar to a world unknown until yesterday that slowly emerges. That 's what happened to me in the first three days here. New Zealand is not Australia. And 'much longer than what many Europeans think (three and a half hours flight from Melbourne, more or less the same time for a Milan-Reykjavik, for instance) and, above all, a lot more' green. While driving to the farm where we are now, to little more 'than 150 km north of Auckland, looking for a comparison with other places. The landscape is similar to the Trentino Alps, were it not for the ocean horizon and often peeps that call instead for the ferns that sub-tropical climate that is read in the guides. Compared to Australia does not have animals dangerous, apart from a couple of poisonous spiders (imported from the neighbors ...) rather rare and that when you walk in the forest is truly calming. Up to the day after tomorrow we are still in this farm and is surrounded by a forest that seems endless horizon and a thick ... trees, mountains, water. Then we start to Bays of Islands, on the hunt for Maori spirits. Here we finally have free internet. Maybe this time we'll post the photos really .....
Who happen to travel to places with landscapes different from our own are probably aware that one of the most pleasant sensations is the way familiar to a world unknown until yesterday that slowly emerges. That 's what happened to me in the first three days here. New Zealand is not Australia. And 'much longer than what many Europeans think (three and a half hours flight from Melbourne, more or less the same time for a Milan-Reykjavik, for instance) and, above all, a lot more' green. While driving to the farm where we are now, to little more 'than 150 km north of Auckland, looking for a comparison with other places. The landscape is similar to the Trentino Alps, were it not for the ocean horizon and often peeps that call instead for the ferns that sub-tropical climate that is read in the guides. Compared to Australia does not have animals dangerous, apart from a couple of poisonous spiders (imported from the neighbors ...) rather rare and that when you walk in the forest is truly calming. Up to the day after tomorrow we are still in this farm and is surrounded by a forest that seems endless horizon and a thick ... trees, mountains, water. Then we start to Bays of Islands, on the hunt for Maori spirits. Here we finally have free internet. Maybe this time we'll post the photos really .....
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