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Diary of an ordinary day

Today I woke up late, very late.
The preview of the day my father gave it to me: "Joseph, the server does not work to shed, heard Patrick."
I then get up, I call and I understand that something serious has happened. Pero 'I was dying to sleep and I dozed off a couple more hours.
At 14:30 I go to the factory. E. Start Windows 2008 Server. Blue screen, put the bootable CD e.. Blue screen with a "Machine Check Exception". So I understand: motherboard, RAM or HardDisk burned.
A shiver runs down my spine. I call the company that We manage the software and tell me to take him to the server.
Some time ago, to be sure I had assembled an identical but was still at home. So 'I take the computer to load and run the plant the other and then I headed to Syracuse.
was a bit 'of time does not travel that road. It 's very smooth with the new highway full of modern galleries. In less than an hour arrival. The only nuisance in city traffic.
You start talking with my former owner. It 'nice to see the project I had worked grew and became a perfect little man. I also see the new ark software evolution is very similar to the method (there are two ERP) in new features. Meanwhile the boys
open the server and start to remove the memory banks. Fortunately, they immediately find the catch: two were burned. In 1 / 2 now the problem is solved and I carry the two servers with 4 Giga rather than opens. I mooooooolto
the road quickly. Now no longer the case for some time. Arrival at the table and there 'waiting for my father. Beat the computer. Thanks to Fabio, the System, there are all the cables and network attacks that says what they do.
The PC starts. I call the shop and are able to connect remotely.
greeting and then go home. Here I wait a bit 'of news and digitization of boxes of "English for you", bought for less than 50 Euros on e-bay. One day I will know 'also this language :-)
The evening continues with dinner, a bit 'of TV (Ballaro') and finally here I am writing here and there on the Internet.
Here's how to spend, as so often, my life.

Giuseppe Chillemi

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lit a candle for the world

Tonight the atmosphere is surreal in my room.

are in the dark, to my right a cowboy hat, in front of me the light of the monitor and keyboard next to a burning candle.

I wanted to spirituality and the soft light of this flame accompanies these hours of my life when I think of the crap that mankind has brought into this world.

have gone billion years and mother nature has shaped and molded the earth to make it a place where we can exist and enjoy our years cibandoci, clothes, chiaccerando, traveling.

Yet it seems that an evil inherent in us, leads us to not consider how fragile the ecosystem that sustains us.

few hours ago I felt that the spokesman of WWF said: "We used every year as the world produces in a year and a half. There 's a deficit of more than 50% because the estimate is by default".

I believe, I see it every day in the garbage we produce, I see him on TV when I see the mountains of garbage in Naples, in the images of forests cut. That we are literally "eating" the world we observe every day in the mist of smog in large cities, the story of the island of waste that there 'somewhere in the Atlantic, in the ice that melts, the soil contaminated species that become extinct after millions of years of evolution.



But that "hunger" has the man? It seems to be insatiable, and without wealth, power and domination. It was heaven on earth and soon will be hell. In our image and likeness does this mean?

The first, second, third house, the clothes are always new, powerful machines, the latest fashion footwear, accessories cry unnecessary to fill the life foods from far away with tons of fuel, new furniture to make "smart" our daily hell. And so the unbridled consumption, rather than the desire of appearing to be, to show to climb the social ladder.



In a hundred years we have done more damage to our beloved land of dozens of nuclear bombs.


So 'look at my candle and pray:

• see sense that a human being without a disaster
• that consumers are minimized and are oriented eco
• What our waste can be reused and used in a continuous loop
• That public transport can supplant the selfish private transport
• what a land, sea and sky can be respected and not poisoned.
• that wealth is for everyone and not just
• that the people understand that in life you just need a TOT and no more
• that generosity early part of the hearts of each

I'm pessimistic. I admit it. In the eyes of the people I see only evil, pride, ignorance.
I believe that the promised paradise after death there will be none. Have we learned nothing and our soul is ruled by devils.

Giuseppe Chillemi

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Funding

Today I went and I all'Expobit found a friend of mine.

We started chatting about this and less. When he saw the folder Development Italy I had brought from their stand has laughed.

Why are you laughing? (I say) because it was better if the funding we had not asked! (He says).
Apparently they are enmeshed in a maze of bureaucracy that has cost him dear and dear to mean the loss of almost had requested when they were already spending.

He is not alone in that situation. Many companies have found themselves victim of the bureaucracy and lost some funding. To us, the family business, has touched a similar fate about 10 years ago. The company was stopped for 2 years due to lack of permissions that the government did not arrive. The reason only they know. Imagine that banks close their accounts, credit cards withdrawn, the possibility of failure.

My friend said: "I spoke with a friend of Poland, in 60 days, they have provided funding for the butcher." Things here unthinkable.

So I wonder: what do we pay to heat the caravans made of chairs and eat salary if not ultimately help you? Yes, because we do it? And who brought them to her there? Who is making all these rules and does not control what it means for a society having to face? I am always

more power to realize that there are ignorant fools, clowns who are interested only bring salaries and bribes at home and we do not care nothing propio.

We should be united, we should all prepare together a great pedatona and driving them out.

We are losing everything. When is the dignity? Well, that we have already lost when we ask for favors for acts that is rightfully ours and we will pray, pray, pray, say PLEASE!


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Sometimes I wonder, me, son of a middle class family of lavoratiri and pasta, though in some environmental capitalism has been perverted fruits and more conveniences.

I wonder as someone who knows what is the logic governing the prices of raw materials and all products in general: you have fixed costs and variable, the sale price and volume for sale. This is complicated by high levels of the hierarchy to those lower priced but there is' a substantial static.

In a capitalist economy the surplus value that is obtained from the sale represents the gain. But witnessing 'to a contraction in low level: now the margins are narrow and even working at a loss.

I especially all'agricolutra: Here capitalism has exhausted its innovative drive and start to sprout rotten fruit.

I am referring to genetic engineering on GM products that are used for two purposes: to improve the volume of product per hectare of land and have become dependent for seed growers. A real distortion of Mother Nature. And what of the periods of overproduction letterlamente where you throw the fruit of the earth to keep the price from falling too much. A real spit in the face of 7Milioni of people who die annually of hunger. And finally, we want to talk about exploited black workers to save a few cents on the finished product?

I said: when there is no 'more innovation, becomes zero when the gain or loss, perhaps we should look at the social function of those markets and pseudostatalizzarli.

I are a couple of ideas: the volume of production per hectare is fluctuating but stable, the number of workers is known, and distribution costs of fertilizers and pesticides as well. Then we establish a minimum selling price, we determine that the surplus production goes to markets, or to the poor without destroying the price, which the workers are paid what they should and that employers take that amount of gain that reward hard work and responsibility . Finally, we make sure that they do not seek solutions GMOs to increase income at the expense of all of us.

remind everyone a few cents per kilo is the difference between life and death of a company, workers put in 10 or 10 in order to black underpaid and unprotected.

Yes, I am sure mine would have a revolution. I think a revolution benign.

Gandhi once said: The earth produces food for all and only the will of the people who create wealth and poverty.

meditate

Joseph Chillei
http://www.giuseppechillemi.it

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I collected 35 kg of olives! Black is curious, you do not miss a detail.

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since childhood

I tossed here and there

with a briefcase / Taboo: a small supply of gold, silver and Orichalcum, for the hard times.

Saturnina. Someone heard him but soon learns to be careful.

Sudden enthusiasm mask melancholy

and naturally

step in by the five stones to dalliances.

Without preface

Surprise from a spring storm

Eros pro tempore

suddenly proposes

the Ember multiplied by one hundred.

From the Earth to the Father

with time in a red suitcase

Herbs seeds and steel in a whisper: quenching the soul.

From top gallery down the proscenium

I wiped my eyes

And among its stones for healing, I choose the carnelian

The second movement

In him m'incentro

his speech

its done

I belong

so deeply

so it looks like

II MOVEMENT

strokes 'love

wound in his vital center

My soul doth

Here on earth every path

ended

and full enjoyment

is preparing the final vision

divine.

Now this is the enjoyment

that was enough

But your eyes (or just blink)

gives me

the highest grace

and you're

my sweet

single thought.

's so strong Good

and yet so similar to paradise

promise that any further

of paradise is vain.

III MOVEMENT

sinks into your embrace

abysmal-sweetness-

the passionate story

you in me

wonder incredulous bystanders

not intend (the intellect)

do not know (from experience)

say are the usual exaggerated

A I answer all

that won it all temptation

and who are faithful.

One evening I go wandering

In the vacuum

City

Sola

Theatre. I'm cold sleep. Tiny foyer. Red velvet on the walls.

The room is full, a dozen spectators.

An angel in her white tutu is sleeping on a perch

blond curls, standing marble

One, two, three ectoplasm delusional stage

try Asylum

Borbotta the head of a man in a cage

My heart acquiesce in limbo

Crowds and happily foreign

everything.

Review in mind:

while traveling

He makes you believe that I have never existed

The misleading and there is elegance.

day school for two days straight.

Barattano dreams

you: clerical suit heels of last season

fish-gang-

helps him: no one, I am free

and lonely, come, Get down

we just

like Adam and Eve

deception ever

Begemot Instead, guards

and despite the most beautiful jump on the bed.

After a sleepless night

E 'in front of me contrite: looking down: I'm ashamed

deception of Cadenza

Way to step

ganglia of the right hand hurt me

stretch is by dint of sganascioni

Everything passes

But meanwhile, I scan the sky for the comet.

As Typhoon I have a heart sun

for my hundred heads.

more patients Atlas

I shouldered our history.

Or should I leave you in Naxos?

Sibilla O tidings ... If you can, because the stubborn reminders?

I feed your pain.

turns to gold

yours and my sorrows.

But that's okay.

and terrible nightmare would

wake up in the middle of the play

and discover the elegance, he and Begemot

are interpreted by the same actor

that bears my name.

Magic Lantern Techno

I sold the jewels you gave me

and I bought a PC

running around my avatar

black wings - a whip

lace on the bust

boots

discussed everywhere

in each language

draws on the sky.

Love wears a mask

nail lacquer is

crosses the sword to me

bowing to every whim

reveals

still waiting for the right punishment

at the altar

where sitting on a bench-to-purple polyester

not worthy of a look

Time is made to forget.

Yet insomnia increases.

The alleged child

pounds with fatigue

beg mercy

between the lashes of sleep

talkative trucks

a doll

operation in trade

and then at the last minute

decide

acrobatic crossing

the clouds.

your eyes open I see the "Garden of the Gods".

Thoughtful

front of the blackboard

complicated trigonometric calculations

stroke, shooting a shot sponge.

After the troubles of the heart

the malaise does not pass. And so I dream chasing. High as mountains.

is drawn the bright prognosis: severe affliction of the soul,

congenita.

Do a lap, trying to spatriare ...

And I'm going to Santorini,

because it has always

I feel good only on the islands.

But even there the numbers do

not eat and I make love day and night.

I'm fine, but

is just too much power

here are happy-as-a rare thing I'm happy to Capri, Stromboli, Saint-Martin (Caribbean, the smallest island in the world).

A fisherman tells me that

an unwitting descendant of Atlantis, the lost homeland ...

I?

Mh. Well, true that there are always waiting

enough to feel even more stupid since I spend my time looking at the stars

with the certainty that sooner or later someone will come to recover.

Meanwhile

every morning

wearing the white robe and

with the same love , the same passion

create tiny gold fish

silver Orichalcum and (yes, the stock of my briefcase / taboo)

alike of Colonel Buendìa

or mythical Penelopé

yes, dissolve and undo the evening

forging what day

also leave us in business

but now I laugh and is the greatest gain.

Ah, not really dying, like a phoenix-

how many times we have to sing the dirge, the paean

and screaming for The first gulp of oxygen

daily

the same hole and never resurface

and never get wet in the same water

daily

until the sweet ecstasy

calls us down

the depths

where the coral is more red