presentations are trivial aka Tea with butterflies yesterday about the appointment at 16:30 Tepidarium Roster in the garden of 'horticulture, via Vittorio Emanuele, also known as the garden of the Serra.
It is precisely in this greenhouse, we had an unusual but pleasant afternoon in the company of beautiful specimens of butterflies. All beautiful, from the scene full of tropical plants, waterfalls and colorful decor Mad Hatter. All this is topped by a not-so-ethereal-that stretch with niches filled with pillows and the feeling of entering one of those crystal bowls filled with snow. Not to mention the opportunity to visit this jewel of Florence, in my dreams for a while 'time now. Cons? Firstly, the musical accompaniment, very bad. A sort of vulgar ambient music, it seemed that at any moment should come strippers, I would have opted for the classic or the edge of jazz, but vabbeh. Children who were trying desperately to catch moths and the poor who were running from all sides. Finally, the tea, which in and of itself was great (I got the caramel and more) served in fragile Ginori porcelain. The thing is that it costs 4euro cup, now I say to you, call the initiative "Tea with the Butterfly" and the ticket costs 8 euro already, you could at least include it in the price, no? At least not make it so expensive, but vabbeh, at least have been money well spent. Overall it was a relaxing afternoon to enjoy the lazy atmosphere of a fairy tale. I focused on the exit
sfuggitomi a sign at the entrance, explaining that it was not unusual to find the butterfly with broken wings or even death and that those reared in captivity have a life cycle that reached up to three weeks, three times the natural rate. Yet poor women beat their wings against the glass looking for a way out. And I stopped to think how much that gesture of survival would reflect the human spirit. No matter how much you are allowed to live if you spend the time in a cage, as is gold.
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The Time kills us and we are forced to work, doing something that most of the time we do not like and not even having enough money to move the small free time as you like. Granted, the passage of time will also be a killer, but it would be sweeter than to die with his mouth full of chocolate rather than bile? 
Yesterday I was at this website: teletext to see what gave us the beloved Italian TV, I jumped when a particular eye: the end time programming Big Brother, in this case was scheduled for 01:00. This, of course, I was quite shocked - that is, would have us believe that there really is the people that are 4 hours in front of the tube to see 4 idiots? Nope, and I was starting a series of reflections on the program, if you can call it. I should mention that I never followed much more than anything else I've seen a lot of "Never fire Big Brother, so perhaps my opinion is a bit 'fake, but vabbeh. Leaving aside the controversy over its competitors this year between the which we would also be the son of a gangster, we talk about the content. The idea is to bring together the different people together and see if they resist, oppressed by harsh evidence, or if in a butcher to slaughter those who manage to gain more notoriety, made inter alia to host afternoon 5 and discos and know-that-ass. I must say that when the first edition came out the thing I was somewhat curious, partly because-alas-whet Voyeurism and on the other side of me because I expected to see a glimpse veriterio of Italian society. Mom what I was wrong (Or perhaps this is only my hope?). I remember the very first piece I saw was the first kiss between Taricone - God rest his soul, and Cristina and I had the distinct feeling of watching a soap opera, something with a script behind, then maybe I was wrong. In recent years do not know, whenever I happened to see a piece of any program - thanks to Gialappas-I had a feel of deja-vu: People s'insulta or sxxxa, I personally refuse to be represented from these people and so I prefer not to look, to each his own choice. However, could change its name, even if only for comparison with Orwell that you will stay poor stirring in his grave. I know, Great Troiaio? 
