Pain In My Ovaries During The Ovulation

Our Gazzettino writes about Mario! From

gravel on an appeal to the Crown.

I had, long ago, phoned Mauro Corona. This time his phone rang several times to empty Tuu, Tuu, Tuu, Tuu, was the only answer that I, a gentle finquando woman's voice, recorded voice mail, that monotonous monologue interrupted, asking me to call or leave a message.
I was lucky enough to know the Crown, or rather, to see him in Claut, country from which my wife. I found him in a downtown bar, one arm leaning wearily to the bar of steel, while the right hand supported a glass of good red wine, still half full or half empty. Then I started watching him closely, on rumors that he had now become true legends. Derived from a condensation of attitudes, faults and virtues that could be summed up in feelings, emotions, dreams and hard facts. A nice reputation for eccentricity was reflected in sensitive and cry a famous writer, but also in his gruff and unfriendly attitude but also his way of dressing. But he also knew the capacity and courage in the mountains and rocks, seemingly inviolable, climbing in difficult and arduous, dealt with only by force of arms and of her tenacity.
A determination that goes almost to his talent, his brilliant imagination and sensitivity, which expresses best in recounting the events of her childhood. But at the same time is great, the ability to engage his readers emotionally, when describing his past life in the mountains, including the beloved plants in forests that are disappearing, as they disappeared with all mankind, for nature and man are inseparable and unique elements, tied to a single destiny. A victim of greed human nature, its uncontrolled and uncontrollable desire to possess, as if control over it could become the universe and thus control over creation.
I asked the details of its participation in the Crown, aid, his support for our struggle against the perpetration of our Vajont Three thousand years, a Vajont the foothills, where in the third millennium, more and more voracious sharks in the business system, if you do not fail, as the rules laid down in the environment, common sense, could create serious environmental damage, even with unpredictable consequences for human health.
Mount Toc moved further downstream and is again quietly and slipping after 44 years, from the slopes to reach the mass of dark liquid that already expected to flood new areas and lovely homes. Already there is the danger of creating a new dam in an area not far from Erto, tons of gravel could then spill out of control and, as a revenge of nature, deaf to his calls for desperate man, a beautiful country where people are happy and active leads his normal life, taking each day as a day care nursery, working in nearby factories, managing the house in daily activities, but now with a veiled concern in the heart. A melancholy dictated by terrible doubts that has not yet been given any answers and clarity.
Mauro, talk of new gold in the modern era, the gravel in your case and the material to make cement in ours. So why do you write right now, because you did not know when you could do it. Maybe that nature is the daughter of different mothers? Or as I suspect it is becoming an orphan of both parents. Or everyone has stolen a piece of nature to be protected, making it their own, as if it were a battle to win and not a war to be conducted joining forces.

Mario Rifle