Ceci n'est pas une pipe

For those who are obliged by the parties of my village of origin (*) will announce that Saturday, May 31 from 16:00 to 24:00 you will be the inauguration of the new point of sale ' Valsupine Fine Dining , and that 's opportunity is provided refreshments with free tasting of wines and other products. Before I devastiate the local, specific, however, that the gratuity is intended only for friends, relatives, collateral, official guests and especially the industry catering to an activity in the area, for the moment: the site for ecommerce ' purchase of products throughout Italy is nearing completion.

That's expensive to put in your address browser:

Food and Wine Valsupine
Via Cesare Battisti 66 / A
24068 Costa Volpino (BG)

If you arrive at the opening after reading this post, do not forget to say venirmelo.

(*) As you see, temporized before writing it because the name of the country where I lived the first half my age usually provokes an unmotivated laughter ... well ... ok ...

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I quote here the words of "Little Boxes" by Malvina Reynolds . I do because I asked (in exasperation?) From the daily harassment of Gianluca Nicoletti , well known radio host whose transmission morning opens with this song of 1962 in which dogs and pigs have the meanings ascribed more arbitrary, and the merit of being the first true song I've ever blown the wind early in conflict.

The most folkloric transmission Nicoletti - aired from Monday to Friday on Radio 24 - the game is the fake massacre in which listeners and users of the blog "Melog" amuse themselves by their opposition to simulate the conductor, showing playful aversion Instead all their affection for the brilliant creator of the Golem . Fake game at the massacre which seems obvious to me, I too join me with the publication of this post.

Little boxes on the hillside,
Little boxes made of ticky-tacky,
Little boxes, little boxes,
Little boxes, all the same.
There's a green one and a pink one
And a blue one and a yellow one
And they're all made out of ticky-tacky
And They all look just the same.

And the people in the houses
All go to the university,
And They all get put in boxes,
Little boxes, all the same.
And there's doctors and there's lawyers
And business executives,
And they're all made out of ticky-tacky
And They all look just the same.

And They All play on the golf course,
Their dry martini and drink,
And They all have pretty children,
And the children go to school.
And the children go to summer camp
And then to the university,
And They all get put in boxes
And They All come out the same.

And the boys go into business,
And marry, and raise a family,
And They all get put in boxes,
Little boxes, all the same.
There's a green one and a pink one
And a blue one and a yellow one
And they're all made out of ticky-tacky
And They all look just the same.