10 Questions about Naturism

Naturism means sex. Those who like to be naked are weird people that would like to have sex with everyone. Naturism is dangerous for children.
There are only a few bias about naturism, but are they true? I answer to 10 of the most spread fears and prejudices about this type of vacation. Being naked on a beach, is it good or evil?

How bad could millions of naturists be to bring their family to a Naturist beach?

• You feel judged.

Wrong, completely wrong. When you take off your clothes you can understand the only person is looking up your body is you and nobody else. You could feel as others are muttering about your fat, your cellulite, your small/big breasts but it's like when you ask to somebody about your look before a party. It's not important what he says because you'll 'read' what you want in his words.

• You must look perfect because normally the swimsuit covers your imperfections.

Wrong because of what I wrote early. Nobody looks at you and if you look around you see only people completely focused on themselves.

• There are only gays.

It's easy to find homosexuals but also in the normal beaches. Then, it's possible to find homosexuals because they have a good relationship with their bodies and because naturism is a practice that others see with suspect and some homosexuals could feel comfortable being in a protected and open-mind environment.

• There are only voyeurs.
It can be, but there are protected areas in which this type of people are not allowed to come in. For example, there are Naturist Resort such as Vera Playa Club in Vera, Spain, where you must be a naturist to be in the swimming pool area and you must be naked to be in that place. Generally, voyeurs don't like to take off their clothes, but they would feel uncomfortable if they are surrounded by naked people that watch him. At last, there are voyeurs in common beaches as well, maybe even more.

• All naturists are fat and old.

The same, there are old people as in normal beaches. But I ask you: why an elderly woman should love being nude on a beach without thinking of consequences? Because she knows that nobody looks at her and nobody blames her for it. She's protected and fine with her soul.

• Nudism brings to sex.

It's the opposite. Try to watch porn videos and nude women for 24 hours a day for days and days. Try to eat pizza every day for months... What will happen? You'll hate pizza and porn.

Having nude people around you will clean your ideas about sex. It's just our bodies and nothing else.

• What if I have an erection?

What if I'm bold? Nothing, because erection is as normal and natural as a bold head. But what if I've got an erection under my swimsuit? Probably somebody could looks at me grumbling 'look at that hogs!'.

• Naturism is for swingers.

It could happen if you go to some swingers' places as Cap d'Agde (the swingers' area in the city) or some Swingers Resorts but generally naturism beaches are full of families and people that don't like swingering. More, there is an old war between naturists and swingers.

• It's a sin.

Sex is also a sin, looking at others' wives or girls is a sin, even having a tasty meal is a sin but everybody has sex or eats, so? If you're talking about 'sin' implies you believe in God. Remember the Bible: He created Adam and Adam was naked. Then Adam betrayed God and he felt guilty. God sent him off the Eden and in the Earth he understood he was naked.

So, if I read well:

   Eden = house of God = nakedness

   Earth = house of Adam = clothes

How could be a sin if nakedness is a natural state in the house of God?

Dad, look at there! There is a sinner!

What? They are nine questions? Oh yes, bcause the tenth will be yours!

Some books about this subject:

• The Complete Guide to Nudism & Naturism

• The Freedom of Naturism: A Guide for the How and Why of Adopting a Naturist Lifestyle
• About Cap d'Agde, one of the biggest Naturist area in Europe
• A must-have book: Originally published in London 1931, this book contains an in-depth study of early nudism or naturism in Europe and America
• "Nice Girls Can Be Nudists Too!", by Liz Egger

The power of the people

One of the most interesting aspects in the videogaming world is the 'console world'. Since the first years we've seen a war against some big companies which faced them up to get more customers. Commodore-Atari. Nintendo-Sega. Sony-Microsoft and so forth...

In the last decade we've had three big companies fighting with their consoles: Nintendo (Gamecube, Wii), Sony (Playstation), Microsoft (Xbox). 

The last generation was won by Nintendo with its Wii, at least in terms of sellings and creativity. In terms of powerful and hardcore-gamers wishes the winner were the others which has splitted up the large people of videogamers.

Now it's time for a new generation and after the first little failure by Nintendo (the WiiU really risks to be an epic fail), we have two new consoles looming up. 

Sony's Ps4 and Microsoft's X1.

Who will win? Anybody can know it now and we'll have to wait next winter for using them. What we can see now it's how even a big company as Microsoft can change its strategies.

Since their first apparition the Sony's one seemed to be closer to customers but only because the Microsoft's one seemed too much 'against the actual customers or potention ones'. For years, Microsoft had been working on a console with a lot of constrictions. You needed to be always connected on internet to use it. It was impossible to use second-hand videogames (and this would has meant no chance to sell the completed games) and other things like those. 

A nightmare for customers who saw this as a gauntlet threw them up by Microsoft.

Ah, X1 costs 100$ more than Ps4.

A dotty suicide.

And here it is the amazing lesson. Customers reacted wherever on these decisions and only one week after their announcements Microsoft claims they are changing everything. No restrinction, no boundaries, no always on, yes second-hand games. 

Customers-Big company: 6-0. Game, Set, Match.

Amazing.

This is one of the funny reaction on Microsoft's politics:

http://youtu.be/6gHRR_R-Hcc

How do I imagine the Heaven?

 I didn't know what I could expect from it. I knew it was a good videogame because I read some enthusiastic comments around the web but I didn't know it could hypnotize me as well as it has done. I'm talking about 'Bioshock Infinite', but don't worry. This post is not a review of this videogame because I have to finish yet. However, stay tuned... I'll do it soon.

So, now I'd want to write the revelation it suggested on me. The story behind the game is not very important, the only thing you need to know is that the game starts with the Hero who arrives in a new world, in a room similar to a cavern or a cave, a basement that seems a Church: candles, Holy statues, Hymns and the song. The Song.

I didn't know it but since I've listen to it I can't get it out of my mind.

It's "Will the circle be unbroken", an old song from 1907 written by Ada R. Haberson and Charles H. Gabriel, who composed the melody. It's an old Christian hymn and it's really hypnotical. I don't find any better word to describe it.

It suggested me so much thoughts that I couldn't sleep once I was upon my bed later.

The song's theme is the mourning. It's about loved people who passes away, going to the Sky, and writing "Sky" with the capital S I mean the House of the Lord. It's a kind of hopeness' song because it gives us the opportunity to think one day we'll meet them again. And the family will rejoin again.

The fact is that the song is so ethereal and celestial and stunned that it pushes you to think about the Sky, the Heaven, the Lord. So, how do I imagine the Heaven?

Here it is the surprise. I don't see the Heaven as it has been designed by Dante Alighieri. I don't see clouds, children with wings or blonde hair, a lot of people without sex and wore with a white outfitters. No, I see a different Heaven. I fancy it as 'Second Life'.

Do you know 'Second Life'? The social web-world?

I imagine a place with sense of time because there are both daylight and nightlife, but where there's no rush hours, anybody in haste, no traffic. 

A world where people can fly, if they want and without wings, just because they want.

A world very similar to the real one but where everybody can create his own house or place just with his mind. Where there are money but they're not so important because the appetite and the survival are not in danger. So everybody can work but only if they want because in my Heaven the job is not necessary to earn money to spend for survive, the job is creativity, it's an expression of what we are.

Do you like to be a writer? Let's do it even if anybody will pay you for a book. Do you like to be a chef or an artist? Do it. 

A world where there aren't consequences for your actions because you can't be hurt and you can't die. 

A place where the relationships are important but where you can also be by yourself. A world where you can find the same things you can find on the planet earth but without the ache and the stress we have here.

A world where you can create your part of the world because there aren't boundaries. A place where you can spend hours and hours without doing anything or travelling seeing what others have done or working just because you like and not because you need.

A world with sex, of course, because sex is God's present for humans and in his world it couldn't miss. Here sex isn't breed-oriented but it's just for our pleasure. And if you don't like your dimension or a part of your body, well, change it. There are specific shops where you can change something of your body, more muscles for your arms, a turtle for your stomach, even new hair. There is only one boundary: you can't change your face because of it is your business card, your personal key to be recognized.

A world where you can go to theaters or to discoclubs for dancing, wherever you want.

A world where you can also watch what happens to the real one because the televisor has every tv channels existent in the world. And then there are the specific channels: they show the life of the person you want to see. Your brother or husband or other is still on the earth? You can follow him on the tv. As if it was the 'Big Brother' tv show: you can watch him but you can't get into his life.

This is the Heaven I'd like. No sorrow, no bad news, no Bible. I see a world similar to ours, but without the bad things we are here. 

The perfect world.

Unfortunately I guess there's no Heaven...

Let's watch this movie and then tell me if you'll manage to sleep tonight or you'll be kept by your thoughts... 

LYRIC

There are loved ones in the glory

Whose dear forms you often miss.

When you close your earthly story,

Will you join them in their bliss?

CHORUS:

Will the circle be unbroken

By and by, by and by?

Is a better home awaiting

In the sky, in the sky?

In the joyous days of childhood

Oft they told of wondrous love

Pointed to the dying Saviour;

Now they dwell with Him above.

(Chorus)

You remember songs of heaven

Which you sang with childish voice.

Do you love the hymns they taught you,

Or are songs of earth your choice?

(Chorus)

You can picture happy gath'rings

Round the fireside long ago,

And you think of tearful partings

When they left you here below.

(Chorus)

One by one their seats were emptied.

One by one they went away.

Now the family is parted.

Will it be complete one day?

(Chorus)

Fears of the Future?

I've been working as a journalist for years. I officially started in 1992 but I'm pretty sure to say I was born journalist. When I was 9 I used to write and designing a newspaper about soccer every day after my school day.

However, I officially started in 1992 when the "Messaggero" newspaper published an article of mine. I've been walking through these years working for many newspapers in Italy and in the US, I've changed my style moving up to the editor-in-chief position creating a lot of magazines bringing them to the highest level. 

Now I'm about to change everything. I'm on the verge to change what I've done for 37 years to move on somewhere else. And somewhat else. 

Latest news: one of the magazines I use to work with has been sold. I'm not a seer, but I guess the others will follow the same doom. Is it good? Sure, a big chapter of my life is closing. 

I can't say it's a whole book because of I could start over working as journalist somewhere else, maybe abroad.

I'm working a lot on my English language. I know it's not perfect, I know I'm still making a lot mistakes while I write on this blog but if you read posts I wrote a couple of months ago and you compare them to what I'm writing now, you know, you can find a big difference. It'm not perfect but it's quite better, and this is the first step onto one of the patterns that will bring me to the Future.

I'm on the left side of a river. I see my Future on the other side but between us there is a river. It's a big, strong, wild river. I look at it and I ask to myself: what am I doing to across?

A lot. Whilst I see my old city (my first 37 years) becoming every day farther, I'm working on my boats which will help me to across the river. 

Now, it doesn't matter the items of these boats, the issue is: am I ready to go over? Am I ready to step forward? Am I ready to start over?

I guess anyone is really ready to start something new, I think people just jump into the future and than, whatever happens will make our personal history.

I'm not on this mood yet. I'm still stuck on the left side of the river. But I feel that fire, the energy that moves the world, is just raising up inside me. Will it be sufficient to move on? 

I'm pretty sure. 

Anybody is ready to start. It's just a question of jumpin in. But any jump is going to be good without the Energy. And I'm starting to feel it....

Fears of Future? No, excited by the unknown Future.

Spice Girls against the world. They're over, unfortunally

I'll always keep the late 90s with much feelings on my memories because there was one of my first professional starts. I had already been a journalist when I moved to Rome for starting over in a young media company specialized in teen magazines. It was the 1997's and something was about to happen. We were in the midst of a new sunrise in pop music with artists as Britney Spears, Ricky Martins, the Backstreet Boys and mainly the English pop group 'Spice Girls' that overcomed the world with their joyous, jolly scream 'Girl power'. Victoria, Mel B, Mel C, Emma and Geri were five youngsters with no fear to go against the English traditions (as when Geri touched the Prince Charles' royal butt) or the worldwide prejudices.

15 years after we are over them, and they still fight prejudices, but actually they have lost.

Last March there was the 'Viva Forever' musical debut in London, based on their songs. After just a couple of months the producer announced she'll cut off the show.

Even thought who has seen it during these months has liked it a lot, there have been a lot of bad reviews by critics that axed the show. For them it is rubbish, but if we go to read their columns we just find they don't write about the show or its quality, rather about the Spice girls' music which is still considered junk music.

This is really grated on because you can like or not a musical genre or singer but if you must review a show you should rate the direction, the actors' performances on the stage and so forth.

Just to know, in London there is the 'Let it be' musical based on Beatles' songs. Well, it had been good reviewed by critics but you must know it's not a 'musical', it's a normal concert played by a normal cover band (as other millions wherever in the world) that just sings songs wore as Beatles used to wear. Stop. No script, no acting, no show, just a concert. For them this is 'outstanding'.

I saw the 'Viva forever' show two nights ago and I must say it's funny, brilliant and even symphatetic. If I gotta find a problem I just can point out the acting style (too much cartooned) and on the story: here we have the same producer of 'Mamma mia' musical and her hand is evident: we have a bad relationship between a young girl and her mother too. The same message underneath the other worldwide acclaimed show.

'Viva Forever' is fine food for Spice's fans  but it's interesting even for others.

It's a mock of modern talent shows (who says 'x factor'?) where a judge decides to split up a group of 4 girls to transform one of them into a star. The judge hardly works on her, creating fake gossips, a fake identity and a fake look only to make money.

If critics had been more attentive they could even find a critic from the show to the Spice Girls' original business itself.

The show will end up at the end of June. After, it will be a part of the history and I'm sorry if you'll have lost it, I'm not. I saw it and it was great.

(SHORT STORY) If you are

It wasn't a good moment to me. I woke up early that morning because of my sorrow. Cecilia had just ditched me the day before and I was devastated about it. I don't know where I found the energies to arise from the bed, wearing the first clothes I found around and just moved out. I was utterly mixed up, with my rowdy hair, the unlight glimpse, and the one-week-beard rambling around my thoughtful way. I felt myself as a used, dirty wipe with no motivation to do anything else than just having a big, strong, cup of coffee.

I was absent on the road.

My mind just came back to the evening before, the nightmare one. 

She was in front of me, looking at me with her huge, shiny eyes. Her flushy chicks, her irresistible mole, just a little maroon point above her left eyebrow drawn by God in person to let people focusing their attention to her celestial eyes, a stunning blue ones where you can dip into till being drowned on her soul. Sunken.

She looked at me, but her expression wasn't as good as usual. She had disappeared the days before: I phoned her, I went to her house, I wrote emails, texts to her but nothing, I had desperately sought her until she called to me to arrange a date. 'A meeting' as she said.

'We must talk'.

Sitting in the same bar where we used to go the sound of her voice wasn't as charmed as it generally was. She muttered something like 'I've thought a lot about us...' or 'I'm not so polite to deserve such a stunner as you...' and something like that, but I couldn't figure out till the atomic bomb she swoop on me:

'I slept with another guy and I assume I'm falling in love with him'...

What had happened from that moment I can't say but I only remember the scariest time for a lover when she got rid of my number from her mobile.

'I'm so much respectful of you, I must do it, it's over....'

I always remember the crispy roughness of that last 'r'........

Finally I found a 'Starbucks' and I came in. Waiters' smiles seemed so enjoying and this tackled to the mine, compelled, one. I ordered a tall Americano and I beared my cup on the chair close to the big, beamed wind.

I looked at outside. It was rainy and people run in haste. Everybody run and this was in contrast with the little white bag which have been fluttered into the air by the wind's breath. As if Good wanted me to focus my attention to the small white part of our dark, deep, chilled life.

I wondered if people could comprehend how terrible a life can be. Why people like to love if they must suffer after?

Suddenly, I felt a soft touch on my shoulder. I turned around and I saw a girl about thirty. 

'May I sit on this chair or...'

I even didn't know there were others, but I saw one just near me and I nooded. She sat down and I could feel her warmth, her smell, and if I closed my eyes and was really attentive I could even feel her thoughts.

'Do you know how does the internet connection work here?'

I came back to me for a while and I explained how to connect the mobile to her and I was able to see her better.

A squared face with some flaws and a pair of small brown eyes: she had a Japanese charming whilst she was American.

I came back to my coffee and to my sadness for the next 24 hours or maybe it's how much it seemed to me.

My deep memories with Cecilia were snagged for the second time by this girl.

'Excuse me, I know I'm disturbing you, but I really need an help. May I ask you for doing me a favour?'

'Sure'

'I know it's a weird request, but might you come along with me to the restroom? I'm claustrophobic and I can't lock the door, so if you could control nobody comes in...'

'As in the school'

'Exactly! Please...'

'Needless to say. Let's go'

I let my coffee on the table and I came along with her. The restroom was occupied and so we enjoyed a talk. After a little of chitchat she dipped into a more intimate row and she explained me she came to London after she had been cheaten on by her fiancee. She told me she had found a therapist here who was working on letting her emotions flew away trying to get her life and her mind back with a new method: she should do everything her mind ordered to her without any filters. For just 1 month. She swore me it was working fine even though she had just undertaken it.

It was interesting and my ongoing attentive mind was just wondering if I could arrange an interview with this therapist when the restroom door was opened. An elderly man came out a bit astonished by our presence. 

'Ok, it's my turn. So, don't let anybody come in, right?'

'Right! I'm gonna be your watchdog!'

She came in. I was alone, again, but now I had a different mood as if something were gonna change.

'Excuse me, could you come in? I assume that guy didn't know how to flush... I'm worn, don't worry', and the door was opened ahead of me. She was doing something on the toilet:

'Holy shit, what a fucking mess! It's disgusting! Please, help me with this fucking toilet paper...'

Once I was in the restroom she jumped quickly behind me, she lock the door and hug me with her arms. She kissed me.

I was stuck. I only felt her tongue whirling inside me.

'I must do whatever I want and now I want you to have sex with me' she claimed.

She triggered a sexual strip ahead of me. She took off her shirt showing off a black bra with little pink lines and a purple butterfly. I looked at her tits squeezed in the bra. My attention was called to by a thread that dropped by her teenage pink underpants. Her skirt was already on the floor and now she was almost nude in front of me.

'Look at me. Do I like you?'

I stared at her, my breath was hold it back in my lungs. My hands trembled and a lot of shivers run away up and down on my skin wherever on my body.

What was happening to me?

I couldn't figure out and I even didn't have the time to because she took off my soup-stained-shirt before touching my nipples and my abdominals. Then, she went on her knees to open my pants. I was in a dirty and stink public bathroom with only my underpants on and an almost nude girl, one in front of the other.

She undertook taking her bra off letting me to see the most perfect breast I've ever seen on my entiere life. Then she strip her underpants as well, and it was stunning! There were no hair on her body under her neck. Outstanding!

She kissed me again and again, on a so passionated way I suddenly turned on. She slashed my underpants with a single move and descend on my sex to enjoy it as a newborn does with his breastfeeding. 

Everything lasted just few minutes but they were stirring! 

After, we wore our clothes on and we went out. Anybody in the bar had noticed anything. 

She thanked me a lot before getting away in the street. She didn't give her phone number or real name to me because she wasn't interested in falling in love again and so early. She was concerned I could be the One, and she didn't want to. 

I was outside the 'Starbucks', alone, but II felt me really different.

I was in the same place, just few minutes later a ghost had come into.

That ghost is a new man now, and if I got me back I'd have to thank this misterious girl descend on me from somewhere to save me. With sex.

Thank you, wherever you are. If you are.

English, a game to win

I'm so excited about my next steps. I dunno what I can expect for my future and this thrills me and it frights me meantime.

I'm working a lot on improving my English and I feel more confident handling it. This was my goal before coming in London and I admit I can easily watch English language movies and reading English books. I need more time, more experience to say I'm fine with but I feel I'm on the right pattern. 

I'm gonna work on it, even in the class I'm about to attend next friday. 

This professional course is about Coaching, a job I really love and it'll be completely in English, of course. Will it be easy? I don't think so, I'm also a but scared of it because I risk to go there and being with no-breath for the whole time, looking at these guys moving their mouths without understanding 'em. As a fish on its bowl looks at outside.

I must be a wally, but this 10-days group is what I've been waiting for months. I will test my English more than 10 hours a day for 10 days and it'll be very hard for my mind and for my English. 

Cool! I've always tought we can improve if we test us in an uncomfortable situation and sunken in strong ones.

Am I going to harm myself? Dunno, but it's what I must undertake to take over me.

Maybe it's my last chance to work hardly on my skills. If it is fine, after I'll be ready to work wherever in the world. US? UK? Dunno, but I can't ask for something good without a good English. And I wannabe a star of my life, not a secondary partner, not a bungle actor. 

I'm gonna strive for it, I stick to my ideas and to my skills. I'm stubborn, I'll do it.

It's strain, I know, it's a struggle to face it up thoroughly to drop out as a winner.

I know, somebody could find last lines a bit romped down me but I need to foster myself.

I know what I can do and I know what I can catch up with. I just have to let me go, to let me coming up and I'll see where my life's gonna bear me. 

I don't like to beef, I don't mock and I'm not joking. Life is a game to play seriously. And I wanna win.

We live into a social pyramid

It's the idea inside Nick Hornby's novel 'About a boy': 'we live in the top of a social pyramid made by all people we know. If one of this gets away we must take him over with somebody else. The stronger the feeling we have, more stable the pyramid is. So, if you lose a brick of your pyramid, go to find someone else quickly'.

Is it really true?

Let's think about it. Everyone of us has got thousands friends or just acquaintances, but only few of them are really bound with us. These people are our familiars, our friends, our colleagues and our bosses and all of them gel our pyramid and our social life altogheter.

So is Hornby right?

I don't think so.

This people complete my pyramid but everyone of them has a different bear on me. I'm gonna score them with a number from 1 (non interested) to 10 (he's even more important than me).

For example. 

- My wife: 10

- My brother: 9

- My friend Piace: 7

and so on till a friend I don't hang anymore but I used to go with. As a former fiancée, for instance: 1.

Every one has a number and this number has been made by his behaviours with me or by his thoughts or by the idea I got of him.

What if a 8 gets away? Can I take him over with a 4? Or a 6? Of course not.

Whether a 10 flies away from me (as my sister died last year) I must realize she's not with me at first, then I can reshape mypyramid increasing numbers of somebody or allowing estranger to come in. But a stranger is supposed to match the previous score or being even more than. Only then my pyramid will have a new balance. 

I can't switch a person with another one. We are not bricks, we are humans withfeelings. And we weep. Infact, we mees to wep.

Is the world around us talking about us?

I was watching a short video on Youtube about how pretty dogs are when I was pounded by a sudden question: is the world around us talking to us in order to warn and protect us?

In this video there was a dog and his owner, who was depressed and sorrow. The dog followed his steps really close helping him to cook an omelette (the video is titled 'Omelette') and there is a scene where the man was about to cut some vegetables but he almost cut his fingers. So, the dog yelled him as he could be warned.

Is it real?

It's what zen masters used to call 'signals', it's the idea of the Hollywood's blockbuster 'Serendipity', it's what somebody calls 'the Angels' voice': are really there signs to help us living better our life?

I like this idea, I always like it. We are free to act as we like because there's no a Big Deal for us (Destiny, Doom), on the other hand we have the chance to follow a Good Deal if we know how to decyfrate them...

It's like the dog: did it bark him to warn him or jut because of is a dog? 

I guess everybody has his own answer and it depends on how good is in 'justifism'. 

What do I mean with it?

Well, imagine the followed situation:

You have a date, a fantastic one with the most beautiful girl in the world. You've set up everything, you are ready to whatever when your pants snag exactly when you're about to go out.

It's a snag you can't fix quickly, you need to change your whole outfit and this get you on late at your meeting. The girl has waited for you too much and now has gone. You are alone in the restaurant with a lost chance to spend an epic night. For instance it's an epic fail. Your think flows straightly to that damn pants!

Well, the day after you go to the taylor to fix it and there you meet a recruit girl just hired. You start talking with her, she's funny, beautiful, tall, bright eyes, with a fluttered voice and with a body gelled by god. You fall in love. This is how you've met your wife.

So. Are you the one who thanks the snag? Who has snagged your pants?

Why have they snagged exactly in that moment and not 5 minutes of 1 hour before when you had the time to change everything?

He could wear the first pant in the closet or he could call her saying about the accident or many other actions but if he was a problem solving-oriented guy maybe the 'World' sent him another sign: he was not supposed to go to that date and he should meet the other one.

Isn't it what every religions say? As for every effects there is an early action you have to pray and thanks God (or the one you prefer) for what he gives you. Are you ill? Thank God so you are now able to understand the life better than before.

Do you want a job but every time you try to get it they had refused you? Thank God so you can find a new and better one.

Hegel talked about this: it's real only what we can see and understand with the reason. If we can't understand something so it doesn't exist.

Here we have the opposite: try to find a logic in whatsoever.

Who's right: Hefel or everyone else?

Anyway, next time a dog will bark me I'll take care....

Cunnilingus causes cancer? Oh gosh...

No, come on, this is too much. Well, I can figure out people want to avoid any risks in having a cancer or another illness but here we're on the verge of a huge social psycosis.

What are you ready to miss for earning some years more?

Only last month we early saw Angelina Jolie accept a mastectomy to avoid the risk of breast's cancer and now we read about Michael Douglas affirmation, according to which cunnilingus could cause throat's cancer. 

What? What? What?

A journalist asked him about possible causes of his cancer, which was diagnosized to him on 2010 and that it's supposed to be won. He answered it wasn't caused by smoking or stress or something like these but by cunnilingus.

It's supposed to be caused by the HPV (human papillomavirus) which lives in the vagina's moist. It's a virus that can cause a lot of physical problems effectly, but not always. There are dozens different types of and almost everyone of us has already got it because it's generally synptomless and maybe we'll never have any kind of problems. Yes, because it's easy to get and fortunally only a bunch of types of it are dangerous for throat or cervice.

In Uk and somewhere else a preventive campaign has already started with british girls already vacinated against it so actually Britains can be quiet (men and women) but I'd like to switch the issue to another point.

Angelina Jolie's surgery has boosted mastectomies operations, a surgery generally used as last chance to fight it, all over the world.

Now Michael Douglas' declarations will stop cunnilingus pleasure? We already imagine a couple in its own intimate moment with the girl spreading her legs waiting for him who's already taking a shower refusing to give her pleasure 'because I don't wanna a throat cancer'.

This can be right for whatever else. 

Will everyone with an ill in his house carry him somewhere else to avoid the 'Bipolars Disturb' suffered by Catherina Zeta Jones during her husband's illness? She was along with him during those terrible days, looking after him, side-by-side when he went to hospitals for his cures and while he was sicks made by medicines. Now he's over but she's still facing up the struggle against her mind, her anxious, the fear that everything could start again (a condition well-known by anxious ills). 

What could she do before to avoid this? Sure she could do as Angelina: she could ditches her husband: 'Sorry sweetie but I can't handle your illness so bye bye'. 

What about love, compassion and living together?

Could cunnilingus raise the risk of a troat cancer? There are less chances than die by a brick swooping down the head. 

Cunnilingus is a fantastic experience for both women and men. Smell her taste, feel her vibrations, hear her groans, enjoy that amazing anaesthetyc sensation in the mouth and especially in the tongue... It's so stirring! 

It's like the fellatio (men have a 10% chance to get the virus but women the 3,6%): what the hell is there better than it? Even it can have some risks but if we start to avoid everything could be fairly dangerous we will finish to stop our living. 

Up to assist ills even though this means I could suffer by anxious.

Up to have a controlled and safe sex because sex is the most stunning action in the nature.

Up to prevention but not on a strong prevention.

My sister died last September after a life without sigarettes, drugs, junky food, loaf habits or strange sex. She lived a perfect healthy life, and she was killed by a cancer at 48.

I always remember her words in last months: If I had known it I'd had lived a different life. I'd have followed pleasures and not fears...

Bad news! Ps4 price should be cut or...

According to many websites we know the Playstation 4 price. It should be $799 for the basic edition and $899 for the deluxe one. At least for the Us market but I guess they could be 799 and 899 euros or pound in Europe (and not €620 and €699 or £530 and £600 according to actual change).

What a suicide decision!

What is wrong with them? Haven't they learnt nothing by the Ps3 launch in 2007? Haven't they learnt nothing by Move, Psp and Psvita fail launches? 

There is an huge economic crysis that comes along world to a worldwide collapse (especially in Europe) and people didn't waste their money buying useless stuff. I mean 'useless' because Ps3 is still a good console and videogames like 'Tomb Raider', 'Far cry 3' and masterpieces-to-be like 'The last of us', 'Remember me', 'Beyond two souls' and 'Gta V' are here to show it.

Ok, PS4 is much more powerful than PS3 and it will come along us for years but 900 euros is a very expensive price for most of those who'd want to buy it. 

I remember the PS3 launch: it cost as high as this and it was a fail. Later they decided to cut its price and sellings raised up till now when Ps3 is the second most sold console of this generation. After the Nintendo Wii. 

Well, what about the Wii's launch?

The real console was the 'wiimote', the revolutionary controller of that console, which was just a Gamecube with a new fashionable outfit.

It arrived in the market between two colossuses as Sony and Microsoft's consoles and anyboy could bet one pound on Wii but Nintendo started selling millions of Wiis since dayone. Why? Sure, the wiimote seemed a revolution, sure games were fun and casual gamers thought wiimote could be the cooler way to have a new funny party with friends but... At its launch the Wii cost €250 with a game in bundle. At the same time X360 cost double and Ps3 cost triple. It was more competitive than others and it won.

Lately, Nintendo has made the same Sony's mistake with the WiiU launch: it's more innovative than Wii or others but it costs too much for the actual economy. And it's still on shelves.

The right price for a console is €250/300. I assume fanboys will buy it at dayone but others (especially casual gamers) will buy it when it'll cost less. 

Will it be an epic fail or Sony's managers will be wiser?



Update: According the Sony's E3 conference we know the real now. It will be $399 in the US, €399 in Europe and £349 in UK.
Good but not perfect because it doesn't think of the change.
To have pair prices everywhere we should have (getting the dollar as a reference):
US - $399
EURO - €300
UK - £250

If we start from the English Pound, prices worldwide should be:
UK - £349
EURO - €400
US - $540

So, if you want to buy the new PS4 the cheapest place will be the United States' market.

Cristin Milioti is the 'How I met your mother''s mother. And I already love her!

I was lying on my bed watching it on the ipad. I like to watch videos under the cover, in the night, with my earphones in and in the deep darkness. While my wife  sleeps beside me. I put the ipad under the blanket and, when I wasn't ready, a star appeared to slash the night: it was Cristin Milioti, 'The Mother'.

What a stun! I didn't expect to know her anymore. 8 seasons and hundreds episodes after we have known the girl to which 'How I met your mother' is based on and she's really perfect!

I still remember my first time with this show.

I was struggling against the anxiety and it was a time where I've stopped to watch dramas or thrillers movies or anything else could let my anxiety raise up. I looked for some funny shows, something without complaints, tears or illness and I found two chances: 'The big bang theory' and 'How I met your mother'. I watched a couple of episodes with Sheldon, Leonard and their friends but they didn't hit me while Ted, Barney, Marshall, Lily and Robin immediately began my best friends. Their lives, their thoughts, their stories were so familiar to me I couldn't stop myself to watch them. Episode after episode I've literally run up across the seasons, starving for the new ones. Till last august when I watched the seventh season's last episode. No more Barney ot Ted... I was scared!

Fortunally the eight one showed off on last September and month after month I've continued to feed myself with it, even though with only one episode a week (and not 5 or more a day as before). 

The eight season has been fantastic finally again with a good Ted (in the central seasons Barney was the unbreakable star even though Ted was the formal star of the show) especially when he pushes Robin to Barney's arms with ones of the most heartful and romantic words. And then, with the astonished revelation. I didn't expect it. I didn't know how many episodes miss and I wasn't ready to cozy her. 

But she came up. On a cold night of this weird May, in London, the Mother has appeared! And I'm not talking about the Virgin Mary, of course...

The actress is Cristin Milioti and in the show we see her just for a bunch of seconds, just the time to buy a ticket, just the time to fall in love with her.

She's perfect for Ted: big shiny eyes, a completely expressive glimpse, as perfect and funny as she could be. Becase along this seasons we have understood what Ted likes.

Unfortunally we won't know anything about her and their love story till next September when the show could come up back for its last season. We only know Cristin will join the rest of the group that will be composed by three couples: Marshall&Lily, Barney&Robin (let's hope because the next season will be set on the three days before their wedding) and Ted&Mother (we still don't know her character's name).

I already love her, and you?

What if crime was legal for one day a year?

It's the new scifi-horror movie The purge's plot: what if crime was legal for one day a year?

Of course this is just the fantastic idea from which the movie starts with a story about scary events, badly music and a stunning vibe that'll freak out youngsters (and horror movies lovers) all over the world.

I won't go to watch it because I don't like movie where I get off with screams and frightful scenes. I'm not thrilled to be scared so it won't have my money, but the basic idea is outstanding.

So, I can't let go this chance to talk about it. What if crime was legal, even though only for one day?

Let's start from the biggest point: human beings can't be prisoned into a cage. As other animals: try to close a dog in a cage and see what it'll do when you'll freed it. Probabily it will attack you. 

It's because of the living beings' energy. Every life thing in the world is made by a lot of cells and blood and other stuff that allow the life.

Every cell is connected to others with synapsis and these are decided by the Mind and are regulated by organs and hormones. If we could see inside a body (every one) we'd see a chaotic organization as well as a big office in rush hours where many people run every where like crazy arrows. The whole movement is made by the life energy (the one every religions try to explain with their own Godnesses). This energy can be sometimes high (when we're excited, emotionally or physically, or angry) and sometimes low (when we meditate, sleep, loaf, relax...), and in any case it must be released otherwise this can be dangerous for our body.

It's the basic idea of Psychosomatic theories: this energy must flow out, if it remains inside it starts to attack inner organs. For psychosomatic scientists and psychologists a lot of illness are caused by this energy leashed. From little hysteric illness (i.e. a passenger blindness or mygraine or psoryasis) to big problems as cancer.

Do you know when you're so much angry you'd want to harm something but you don't do anything and, literally, you eat your problems and your anger? Ok, this is not good because that anger is a bad energy that must attack something like a starving shark or a virus: isn't the wall in front of you? Isn't a boxer ball or something else? It doesn't matter, it will attack your organs.

This explains why animals can't stay in a cage: they don't know how to eat the anger to control themselves and so when you freed them they will attack you: they're so overwhelmed they can't control it.

It's not different what happens to every free person in the world every day (I mean 'people not jailed'). They have a bad boss and they'd like to say something against him, but they can't, they control their angry against him and maybe after they'll yell their wife or politicians or someone else.

Do you know those cases when a man kills his own family and his neighbours say he was normal, peaceful and anybody could think of the carnage? 

We must face up to our angry and we don't have to say we don't have it or we know how to handle it because it's very difficult to manage it and it's not so simple to learn how.

Yes, the energy has also a good face (love), but try to put an angry person in front of a lover one and let them to fight... Angry energy controls our strenght, our arms, our legs, the love energy controls sexual parts (this is why religions have always had rules against sex) and our heart, our smile.

A happy man, a lover one lives better (not forever because even the happier man in the world must struggle anger) but an angry one lives longer, especially after a fight.

Whatever, come back to the topic. 

What if crime was legal?

After what I've said about living beings it's simple to imagine what could happen.

Imagine if you could go to a store and steal whatever you want without anybody could say you something. Imagine if you could breach the Bank's door and getting all money you can get. No Police, no Laws, no rules, no arrest, no Trial, no prison.

Cool? It'd be anarchy: just one day could destroy the whole world as we know. We should spend the year after trying to fix up all damages.

But would it be this way for real?

I'm not so sure thanks to what I wrote some lines before: the anger control.

I wrote that human beings should live freely and that we should unleash our energy. Yes we should, but there's a reason why we don't do: balance.

Controlling the angry we don't see people who yell against their partners, bosses or others. Actually we see a world where people try to do their best to have a control of themselves, where they try to live quietly, facing bears everyday, figuring out solutions 24h a day.

We like peace, we like living with no screams around us and the religion's education (that controls the world) has gelled our minds on a no-war way. 

Sincerely, if you could rape a girl or kill your boss with no consequences, would you do it? I don't think so.

We refuse rapes, burgles, snatches, wars, murders, pedophilia (perfect example how religion's education has changed our mind: something more than 2 thousands years ago there was no pedophilia because having sex with children was normal).

Maybe someone would do it but most of people would be close in their houses ready to face eventually burglars. For 24 hours.

Anger controls our minds if we don't allow it to flow out, but we have an education, ideas that have changed our behaviours. We're not prehistorical men any more, we're not as other animals. 

And if crime was legal for one day we won't see a war, I guess.

How to have a date and find a partner: that's simple today!

I remember when I was a single. So many women all around me, but too shy to talk with them, too scared by conseguences: do they have some hide boyfriends who can suddenly come up when I start to talk to? 

I was young, a young adult, I was in the 90s' and I didn't know the world was gonna change. Or well, I could imagine: It was in 1996 when I hung out with a girl known on an internet chat. It was the prehistorical era of internet and after that many other websites have been helping people to meet people. And I'm not only talking about meetings just for a chat or for going to a cinema together. No, I'm do talking about dates, more or less romantic. Sex? Yes there are websites specialized in this issue as 'Ashley Madison' (www.ashleymadison.com) which allows you to find a girl or a boy to have sex or to cheat on your partner. 

Sexually. Professional escorts? Prostitutes? Definitely not, you find normal boys and girls who wants to have sex without too much toughts.

Do you have to pay them? Of course not. Just a bunch of bucks for subscribing the website and maybe for paying a dinner or a coffee, then f you guys like each others during the date iyou go to have sex.

On the other hand there are also a lot of websites about professional escorts, masseuses with the 'happyend's shot'  fake tantric therapysts and so on, but they are professionists, it's their jobs, and not always it's her own choice.

No, I'm talking about singles people, normal ones with a normal job, with normal habits, normal friends and normal families.

Maybe people too shy to go to a pub or a 'Starbucks' and start talking to the nearest guy or girl.

Maybe people too tired to start a love affair from the beginning: look at a girl, reserve some good words to her, make presents, flowers, chocolate boxes, rings, nicklaces with her name, having a date in a theater or a restaurant and going up to the hill to see the stars... Too complicated, too long and with no guarancy of success.

Wouldn't be easier if you contact a girl, maybe you already know which interests you have in common, and you ask her for a date? 

'Ashley Madison' wants you to become a cheater and promises you to find easily a sexual partner. It's its goal.

There are other social networks that hide this goal with the main slogan-excuse 'find new friends'. It's not about 'Facebook' or 'Twitter' where is still possible to be just social without any conseguences.

I'm talking about 'Badoo' (badoo.com), my new web discover.

It's easy. You log in and find millions of other people ready to hang out with you.

Graphically is like a catalogue: you see thousands mini-pictures of others and when you choose one you see his/her other pictures. There are public and private ones.

It's easy to find people here. Thanks to the localization you can find the nearest people and thanks to interests list you can find who has more things in common with you.

So, you can see a lot of pictures chosing who you like, start to chat, have a date somewhere and then, who knows?

You look for sex with 'Ashley Madison', here you look for a relationship or just a date (and also new friens of course).

Shy? Escorts? Expensive meeting agencies? Nothing like that. Everything's easier.

Just a click from you there is your soulmate... Or just a date... Or just sex.

It only depends on what you want.

What do you want? :-)

Who doesn't fall in love with Lara? And how to fix the glitch...

There is a reason about my loathe for everything (novels, movies, videogames, jokes...) isn't real. Characters like gnomes, princesses, kings, seers or ghosts are really boring. I started to sleep after 15 minutes watching 'The lord of rings' movie. They are so stuffy!

This is why I love 'Watchmen' for example, because they are normal guys who want to fight the crime without a superpower but with just a coloured and strange costume.

And this is why I really loved this game! The new Lara Croft isn't a sexbomb, she's not as cruel as a professional hunter, she's not an unmistakable superhero as she's been for years since she appeared in the '90s.

She's a normal girl, she's just a bit more than a teenager, she has fears, she doesn't know how to shoot with an arch or a gun. And she cries when she must kill a deer to have something to eat. 

She's a youngster and her only 'superpower' is the memory of her father, a dead famous archaelogist.

And she's human. When she runs or when she's tired or worns out after a long climb we hear her complaints, her tough breathes... Do you remember the former Lara Croft? She felt herself as a Wonder woman, maybe stronger.

She has her own weaknesses and we feel ourselves as she feels in the videogame. She's scared and we're scared cause of the ability to enter into the videogame. Emphaty is on very high levels...

Exactly as it happened with Niko in 'Gta IV' or Ezio in 'Assassin's creed 2' (an extraordinary example of a sequel that is better than the original) or with Jason in 'Far cry 3' (the same: the former chapters were fine but the third is The Game with a capital G).

Take a look, I'm talking about masterpieces...

Here it's the same. Since the first scene you become Lara.

Read it again: you become Lara.

Isn't this the goal of every characters and of every videoplayers or readers or watchers in the world? 

This is the most important reason why the new 'Tomb raider' must be bought and played asap.

Another reason is the graphic. We don't know how 'Gta V' or 'Beyond two souls' or 'the Last of us' will be but here we have one of the best graphic title of this generation at same peaks of masterpieces as 'Heavy rain', 'Far cry 3' or 'Uncharted'. 

Bad point. It's not a game without problems. At first the gameplay. It's funny, the main story is very interesting but the gameplay is always the same. We have a huge island (as in 'Far cry 3' we also have referrences to 'Lost' tv show) to discover with a lot of misteries but at the end we always do the same actions: we go from a point A to a point B. We kill somebody along our journey, we workout some riddles, we do some other stuff but nothing more. It's like an interactive movie and also the 'survivor's aspects' aren't so important. Lara should kill animals to eat and survive but even if he doesn't she lives very well. The same about her equipment: you can improve your stuff or not, it doesn't matter to finish the game.

It's not the most revolutionary gameplay in the story but it's passionated and this could be enough for a first chapter.

Yes, because the sensation is this is only the start of a long long saga as 'Assassin's creed' for example. One chapter a year? I don't know because I'd like more variety in the gameplay and I don't know if they can think about it and realize something new. Now it's a game that sounds like a more passionated edition of 'Uncharted' but let's hope to the future.

I finish talking about the glitch inside the game. It's disappointed but you can find it during your game (it's not sure you find it....). 

After at least 30' or something more there is a point on a mountain where you verge and you can crossover the hole with a wood bridge. Well, it's possible you don't find any bridge. So, what can you do? Simple. Exit the game, cancel this saving and start it again: you'll find out you won't have played a lot but when you'll arrive at that point you can see the bridge. And you can go through. It deserves it.

It's just a glitch, it happens.

Enjoy!

TOMB RAIDER
Crystal Dinamics
Rate: 90%

Devices: Xbox 360 - PS3
Genre: Adventure

An undertone Zucchero heart breaks the Royal Albert Hall

It's always a pleasure go to the Royal Albert Hall for a concert. The sound is great and an old-style vibe that can smooth even a rockstar as Zucchero.

Yes because I don't know what happened to him but we (Italians) use to see a different Zucchero on a stage.

Maybe he was tired to sing the same songs everytime or worn out by the travel, I don't know why, but who I saw yesterday night at Royal wasn't the usual Zucchero.

He's a bluesman who likes to melt different sounds. He's almost a rocker, someone who's gonna to wreck the stage with his carisma and his energy.

Have you ever listened songs as 'Rispetto' or 'Solo una sana e consapevole libidine' or 'Il mare impetuoso al tramonto' and others? They are so full of energy that you feel yourself burnt and you start to dance, to sing, to hug everybody around you...

Yesterday? Nothing. He just sang his songs with any kind of sparkles.

No fireworks, no visual effect or something could let people to say 'wow'.

Just his songs, always amazing songs ok but nothing more. 

You know what I mean? I'm talking about that sensation when you go to a concert and after that you haste to buy his last cd. Well, yesterday I used those money to eat after. No cds. Money saved.

What a pity...

See you next time ZucCHEro (and the capitals are about his love to Cuba and those sounds that moved his energy on a salsa club for grandfathers...)

ZUCCHERO AT ROYAL ALBERT HALL
Rate: 50%

Why Stramaccioni failed at Inter

I still remember when Ranieri tried to figure out the Inter situation last year while everything was a mess around him. 
He had arrived on September after Gasperini layoff and he managed to do something good with a team that wasn't built by him. It was a team were the attack section was composed by the riddle player as Zarate, two old glories as Forlan and Milito, the young guy Castaignos (1 presence, 1 gol), a ghost as Pandev and Pazzini, never loved by Inter fans. It wasn't the Mourinho's glorious Inter and nor the Benitez-Leonardo one. It was a bad team with unacceptable players as Alvarez, Jonathan, Palombo, and others.

He managed to fix that team broken by Gasperini and his weird 3-5-2 (impossible with old defenders as Lucio, Chivu and Samuel or slack ones as Ranocchia) and he did it with a normal, boring but always useful 4-4-2. 

Then, something went wrong during the january market (Coutinho, Muntari and Motta out against no ins) and he lost the team leadership.

Last year's spring was awful and this was happening while a young coach was winning everything with the Inter's Primavera team: this one was Stramaccioni, Inter's Primavera coach, who won the Young Champions League and the Young Scudetto.

After the young european finale Massimo Moratti decided to fire Ranieri and moving up Stramaccioni as first team coach. 

Young, handsome, funny, winner: he had the best profile in that moment. There was a new breath in the Inter ambient.

In just 8 matches he fixed a broken Inter and just for a little he missed the Champions League qualification. Very good: he deserved the confirmation for the next season.

Now, after a whole season I can say that dream is broken.

And now Stramaccioni would deserve to be fired and going somewhere else to learn how to coach a top team. I'm unhappy because I really thought he could be our Guardiola but... well, it happens.

While I'm writing the President Moratti is deciding if keep on with him or changing with someone else (Mazzarri? Mancini? I hope the last one...) but here the point is why Stramaccioni has failed to figure out the situation and working for a better future.

1) Setting up. If you have to build a palace you must have your ideas very clear. You must know which kind of palace you want, its usage, its features. Everything must be definited before going to the hardware store for buying everything you need. 

The horrible Inter of 2012-2013 (from now on I'm gonna call it 'Lemon' cause my heart's crying call that bunch of shit 'Inter') was created and assembled by Stramaccioni. He wanted a team with no directors in the midfield but only hammers to defend to let Snejder and others creating something in the attack.

Ok, but for this you need a defensor could start the action from behind, you need three or more forwards very good and hoping something can come up with. This sounds like: 'Well, go to the pitch and try to come up with something'. This means playing on a defensive way and using only the counterattack. This is fine for how many games? Five? Ten? Thinking you can do it for a whole season is a suicide. In effect it worked perfectly against Juventus but only in that match...
We are Inter, with the capital 'I', we must go to every pitch and impose our game. This is possible only with a director: Juventus with Pirlo teachs it.
This is about the tactical idea, but issues are also about players.
The Inter last summer market:
IN (GOOD) - Handanovich (ok but before we had Julio Cesar...) and Palacio (ok but we had been following him for two years so he was chosen by Strama)
IN (BAD) - Silvestre, Pereira, Mudingay, Gargano, Cassano.
The Inter last winter market:
IN (GOOD) - Kovacic
IN (BAD) - Kuzmanovich, Schelotto, Rocchi
Are those players fine for Inter? Of course, even a child would say no but Stramaccioni was really happy for this.
A big laugh starts if we add the transfer:
SUMMER - Julio Cesar, Caldirola, Faraoni, Lucio, Maicon, Poli, Castaignos, Forlan, Zarate, Pandev, Pazzini
WINTER - Snejder, Coutinho, Livaja.
So, if you sell top players as Maicon, Pazzini, Lucio, Snejder and Coutinho and you buy Schelotto, Silvestre, Gargano and Pereira you're insane. It's unbelievable.
Another funny story let to the history is the choice to sell every striker and let only Milito as striker in the team. Milito. A 34-years striker. A player with a long injuries' story. Only him. Pazzini sold. Castaignos sold. Snejder and Coutinho away. Young top players-to-be as Longo and Livaja sent on loan somewhere else. Only Milito. Anybody has asked to himself: what if he take a flu? Worste. He broke his leg and he has been injuring for months.
Isn't this a choice made by a mad?
Who's the head behind this decisions?

Stramaccioni, because a society works following the coach's ideas.

And his ideas were really fuzzy.

2) Youngsters. When he arrived I was happy because Inter has one of the best youngsters area in Europe. Juvenile area is the secret of Barcellona (yes they spent millions to buy top players but their real top-top-top players Xavi, Iniesta and Messi are producted by themselves) or Borussia Dortmund. Have you seen Robert Lewandoski or Mario Gotze or Mats Hummels? 

Anybody knows Inter's youngsters better than him. Stramaccioni was the Duncan, Longo, Bardi, Pasa, Mbaye, Bessa, Livaja, Caldirola and others coach last year. I thought he could already put some of these in the first team last year but nothing, he said 'they're not ready for the first team yet'.
Ok, so I hoped to see them on the new season but nothing.

'Not ready yet'. Arguable because is Longo worse than Rocchi? Is Duncan worse than Gargano? Isn't Caldirola at the same level of Juan or Ranocchia. 

We have been playing with players (or whatever they are) as Pereira, Gargano, Mudyngay, Alvarez, Rocchi, Cambiasso, Chivu, Jonathan for a whole season.

We have arrived ninth. Would it have been different if we had played with youngsters?

Nope, maybe better or maybe not but now we'd have a bunch of players already prompt to play as protagonists next season. Instead, we have only one young player ready: Juan. Stop. Only 1 youngster.

And this happens while Milan plays with Niang, Balotelli and El Sharawi.

3) Tactics. He likes the 4-3-3. Ok.

He started last summer with the 4-3-3.
Then he moved to a 4-2-3-1.

After first difficulties he changed to a 3-5-1-1.

Not happy he changed to a 3-4-2-1.

Other difficulties come up and he changed again to a 4-4-2.

Then to 4-2-3-1 and to 4-4-1-1 after. 

I'm not talking about the last two months with all those injuries. I'm talking about the Inter with all players available. Too much confusion.

7 different tactics were changed during a season and during every single match.

Players as Guarin could play as right winger at the kick off, for going forward after 20 minutes, passing in front of defensor after 40 minutes, coming back to the wing on the other side after 60 minutes and finishing the match as a central midfielder. Players moved as pawns in the chess. But they are men not pawns and everybody know players are disoriented. Even though they are top players.

Anyone knows that a player takes his own best playing in the best role for him and for a while...

Anyone but Stramaccioni...

4) Injuries. If you read the Inter eleventh player in last two months matches you can see a normal team. Not good enough to win the title, but not a team able to get only 4 points in 10 matches. It nuts!

For example the last match against Udinese: Handanovich, Pasa, Cambiasso, Juan, Nagatomo, Kuzmanovich, Kovacic, Pereira, Alvarez, Guarin, Rocchi.
Pasa a part all others are players chosen by Stramaccioni. Players Stramaccioni wished.
Injuries can't be an alibi.

You have some players off? At first try to prevent them not selling all substitutes (Pazzini, Castaignos, Longo, Livaja letting only Milito) and then get players from your youngsters area, change tactics to use better who's available if you're in emergency.
Nothing, toughtful and confused and with a only phrase: 'when we were completed we were fine'. And it even isn't right because at half season we had 35 points, 9 less than Juventus and in fifth position. Is it fine enough? I don't think so.

5) First halftimes. Anybody seems remind it but before the 'alibi time' Stramaccioni used to be wrong a lot of halftimes. The initial elevenths seemed fine but in the first 45 minutes they played very bad. During the pause he changed the formation and in the second half Inter managed to win or draw the match.

'He's learning', somebody used to say. Ok, but after that he's continued to be wrong every match. More than 50 matches and don't you even understand which players of yours are better than others? What do you do during the week? Don't you see that some players are out of form or unfit? And you do choice those players?

Whatever, I could go on for a long time but it's useless. Maybe Stramaccioni is really a dead-man-walking, as UK journalists like to call people on a bad position like him, people that verge to be fired. Maybe today afternoon or tomorrow Stramaccioni won't be the Inter coach anymore. Or maybe Moratti will confirm him and next year we will see the famous 4-3-3 with other amazing players as the young Icardi, as Ruben Botta, as Andreolli and Campagnaro, who knows.
Anybody knows what Moratti is thinking right now. Maybe neither him knows it.
The important issue is that Stramaccioni used last season as a school. He've been wrong a lot, he did something good and a lot of bad. Overall he showed up he doesn't understand from his mistakes. He's wrong now and he'll be wrong next week again. And this is astonished for a Serie A coach.
However, we're gonna see the future.
Let's hope.

L'Attimo fuggente

Because we are food for worms lads. Because, believe it or not, each and every one of us in this room is one day going to stop breathing, turn cold, and die. Now I would like you to step forward over here and peruse some of the faces from the past. You've walked past them many times. I don't think you've really looked at them. They're not that different from you, are they? Same haircuts. Full of hormones, just like you. Invincible, just like you feel. The world is their oyster. They believe they're destined for great things, just like many of you. Their eyes are full of hope, just like you. Did they wait until it was too late to make from their lives even one iota of what they were capable? Because you see gentlmen, these boys are now fertilizing daffodils. But if you listen real close, you can hear them whisper their legacy to you. Go on, lean in.