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After the pause of

fotoritoco (and I believe it is not over yet so sure that I will still scare with my crap XD) I go back to offer my short stories. What I'm going to post today was written shortly after "A journey home, so let's say in October-November. Enjoy this story and if there are errors of some kind do not hesitate to segnarali so I can correct them!

Distraction Light

was slightly nervous, and you could see from that tic that accompanied him for some years now: when he was deep in thought, continued to turn up their noses at regular intervals, almost like a clock that was ticking her hands constantly.
The head continued to strive with strange theories that might explain what he had just seen. How did he know that individual Cristina Alessio, and above all, from what we knew to be so close?
Those paranoid thoughts were interrupted abruptly screams. In the park where it was, two men had started a fight. Did not know them, but it was strangely attracted to quell'animalesco note: it was a fight in a woman? Some non-payment? A personal insult? One had tried to rob the other? Curiosity was a lot, and that situation just fell bean to distract him from his thoughts. By making cautious, he approached the small group of people that had formed around the two combatants. " They were two men, the first blond, about five feet and seventies, but in a thin build, wearing a T-shirt and shorts, football was probably jogging before the fact, while the second was much higher, probably one meter and eighty, brown hair, but still sturdy enough to build lean and sporting a full instead wore this stylish short jacket and tie. Operator of a bank? Representative? Managerial? Mah ..
The blond boy, who was renamed in his head, "Mr. A" was very well taking the lead of the massive "Mr. B", the two continued to constantly exchange insults of various kinds, and when he flew some punch or slap, the funny thing was precisely that while Mr. B seemed to put much effort and strength in the shots deliver a mystery to them instead of blocking and dodging with agility and spontaneity out of the ordinary, as he had done nothing else in life. The whole scene
's sparked a big laugh, of course because he feared that interior, exterior that sentiment, the two litigants would be centered on him. It was almost like seeing one of those comedies in black and white, those silent with subtitles.
But because that fight? She had not yet realized in fact, so he decided to seek an explanation for an old lady who was in the front row enjoying the show, in short, is the classical nosy old ladies, who always know everything about everyone. When he uttered the fateful words, her eyes lit up of the elderly, I hardly expected more. From what I understood, Mr. A, while jogging, had raised a small cloud of smoke near the bench where he lay, Mr. B, had informed it that the crime but apparently, Mr. A was listening to the music and had not heard the call. At that point, the belligerent Mr. B had risen and had launched a push to the blond, making him tumble lands. In short, a skirmish of what you hear on the news, which sometimes ends up stabbing one another. Fortunately, the situation had degenerated to the point, but it was interesting to note that two adults for a fact so insignificant, they had raised all that curtain.
Thus, in his mind, the thoughts began to move again, this time relating to Mr. A and Mr. B: just could not understand their behavior, it would have been tempted to stop the two litigants and engage in a deep conversation with them about why their actions, on why all that anger had sprung from so simple a measure; wanted in short, deeply analyze the psyche of the two individuals, to identify the causative reason.
When he returned to reality after a long session of "Curl Nose", noted that the crowd had thinned out by now, and Mr. A and B were gone. It was all done for the better it seems ... "Oh well, it will be the next fight at the park, "he thought aloud. Then he picked up a leaf from the ground and began to walk towards the parking lot, lost in thought again.

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Photoshop Light - Experiments 3!

And here's another job again, this time made at the request of a friend. It was to create a signature for a forum with the theme Oboro Muramasa, a video game action so far only released in Japan for Wii. But do not we talk about the game here but rather the fact that I had to fan much to crop the image properly because the artwork was very complex and detailed. BUT ... From my experience abnormal photoshoppiana (?) I knew overcome the problem and here is the image nice and ready!

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Photoshop - Experiments 2!

Yesterday I started back to mess around with Photoshop. I had to create an image for a video editorial that I and two other boys VGNetwork keep writing every week. Logically this is an image of Dante Alighieri, which ironically I masked, so to speak, just to play a little! Here then the image before and after treatment!

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Photoshop - Experiments! A journey home

Ok I said I'd published my short stories in this blog. .. But despite this I had the wish to enter, as you may have seen, even more: for example, discussions on current events o. .. My experiments, it is clear very rudimentary, with Photoshop. Oh yes, after a long time since I touched the famous program for photo editing, I decided to fiddle around a little bit about ... Are still inexperienced as the last time we had put up their hands eh, but sometimes it is convenient to keep in training! So I propose the crap I've done lately, I think I will have it done last week if I remember correctly, also includes the starting images. Enjoy and forgive me if the end result is too disgusting X ° D

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Here we come to a new appointment. After the small brackets made with the previous speaker, I continue to offer one of my short stories. It is "a journey home," if I am made around September / October 2008. It 's still one of the first that I made, but I prefer to have more than the previous! Good reading so ^ ^

A journey home

The car pulled up slowly, raising quite a fuss in the driveway gravel. When he opened the door he saw the landscape so much that was dear to him, that landscape had not seen for three years now. Downloaded a small suitcase, it walked along the avenue of poplars: the pace was slow, as if to enjoy every single moment of his return home. That place, so full of memories, so evocative was left largely intact, and the time had not tarnished in any way. The three years spent in the United States seemed like a distant memory, a dream, a tiny fragment of existence, yet it was just a few hours before it got off the plane.
Suddenly a gentle breeze began to stroke his face, was delicate and refreshing. That feeling brought to mind the pleasant memories of childhood, as when a child, during the hot summer afternoons, he used lie in the shadow of those huge trees and lulled by the wind but also by the imagination.
step, so solemn and seemingly unstoppable, but suffered an abrupt end: before his eyes stood out the carcass of a charred tree. It was not any tree, no. That was the tree on which they shook their promise. Yeah, well recognized, the recordings were still partly visible: like a bolt from the blue, the memories are rekindled in him. Suddenly, the figures of two children playing, two kids who talk about the first love of two men who gather in the shade of a tree secular promise.
But he had no time for the memories, he continued his walk a few seconds later, again a solemn again unstoppable, the expression on his face was changed, however, had become more serious, more enraged.
The villa can already see the end of the interminable avenue, so massive, so big, but apparently so empty and lifeless. Here it is, the home of his childhood, his adolescence, his entire life. The chatter of two women, the screams of children playing ... No, it was not so empty, life is still lived in it. Suddenly, however, observed that the top window on the top floor of the villa was closed. A tear fell on his face, the expression was changed again, now nostalgic but serene at the same time. That's why he was gone: he was gone, taken away in the off years, when the best time of his life. The promise sealed in the shadow of that tree, that now was nothing but a lifeless trunk, but had been kept, and had nothing to regret ...

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Bulletin ... Scavenging! His last years

E 'went about a week after the tragedy that struck the Abruzzo: A powerful earthquake struck the city of L'Aquila and surroundings, causing the destruction of many buildings and unfortunately the death of nearly 300 people. Very sad day for our country then, where in many, though not directly involved, felt the need to offer their support to earthquake victims by contributing money supply, in food, clothing and more, showing how Italy fortunately able to be united at least in times of need.
Ma .. This posting on my blog is by no means intended to deal with the tragedy in its own, I commend to the mercy of the average. Without so this little example, let's go to highlight the issue.

Jackals. The word that comes to mind is just that. And do not talk about those criminals went to rob the houses are now abandoned Aquila. I'm talking about other jackals. You already know it? Well yes, I'm talking to the news and general information public. No time to evacuate people from the city crowds and crowds of scoop-hungry journalists have slings on the site. Cameras on every corner, every little news to report. Now I understand that news should provide adequate information service, and even sometimes carried out in-depth analysis will be certainly been helpful to families who had relatives in areas affected by the earthquake, but at times is probably not an exaggeration? Has not reached the bottom of the barrel, scraped and started to dig in when reporters went from strength to interview people who are still in shock, in tears or worse injuries, asking about what had happened with a certain insistence plus? Not Is it sleazy to see public information that goes in search of the biggest tragedy to be able to get more plays than the competitor's news? But then that's how it happens most of the time this last week and it was further proof. They were seven days of media saturation on the topic: the news were not enough to bombard the news, they got in the middle of programs such as door to door and all their "relatives". A situation truly repulsive, excuse the term, in which the earthquake in Italy has been transformed from "drama" to "goose that lays the golden eggs."
And here we return to the question then raised at the beginning: they are jackals! It shows contempt for those who have robbed the homes abandoned by now? Well, I would say to prove it also for informing the Italian public, which as usual, has exploited the latest tragedy and did not show the slightest respect for the victims and their families. Bleak, very bleak.

"And kindly remind listeners that during the days of the earthquake, our TG was the one with the highest number of plays! Goodbye and good day to all the staff! "

TG1 07/04/2009 - Issue of the South

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The song is not exactly remember when it was written ... I think if I remember correctly, around May 2008. It 'was the first that I made since I have tried to write short stories. Happy reading, and sorry if it is not so much: p

His last years

"Yellow Submarine, Yellow Submarine"

That bloody tune continued to revolve on my mind for some time now, and also because hot and the sun now up, he could not go back to sleep. The real reason for this inconvenience, however, was another: that was the first day last year as a teenager.

Leo, Leonardo Carbetta as it was called by friends, was not a superstitious type, but rather, we thought very little to chance. However, he felt within him a strange feeling, as if the outcome of the entire year was based solely on the performance of the day. "Good start shit" he exclaimed once fell out of bed, and here to do with who has just received a punch in the stomach, proceeded to rummage through the closet looking for something to wear. He wanted be as well dressed as possible, so as to leave open-mouthed those pesky his classmates, mostly belonging to Padua respectable, and so snobbish. But these were not the only ones who wanted to impress: its main objective, as one would expect from an eighteen year old boy, was to succeed in getting noticed by Cristina, a classmate at which he was not clear in her feelings, but for whom I have great admiration. Maybe a little admiration 'wasted however, because the girl was far from the person that Leo had idealized in his thoughts.

Once dress with a pair of tight jeans and a T-shirt Hard Rock Cafe Paris, a symbol of the journey with friends during the summer, went to the kitchen for his usual breakfast of tea and biscuits. But there was no waiting for the mother but a ticket

"I'm sorry darling but I had to open the store in advance to a customer, you leave the money for breakfast. Kissing Mommy! "

read the note, turned sharply toward the cat sleeping lazily in his chair:" Great, now does not want to shoot you? ". The animal lifted his head a moment, looked stunned his party, then went back to sleep. Leo then took the € 5 ticket that lay beneath the mother's and decided to go with his scooter to school. Once in the garage, however, that he realized he had left his helmet on the top floor, is it, everything in a rush because it was too late, he went up and down the stairs in a few seconds. The scooter, a Phantom of five years old and now more than sixty thousand kilometers on the shoulders, luckily the first time. At the traffic lights take the road that the house that Monday was unusually clear of traffic. At the sight of such desolation, a the thought sprang spontaneously: "I think we are the only losers starting September 4?". In fact the guy was right, his institute, the School of Accountancy Marconi, was the only one that year had set the new school year one week earlier than the schedule adopted by the province of Padua. The reason was simple: the principal, that Simone Andreoli, a man in his fifties peeled and extravagant dress, as well as being a great womanizer and passionate about sailing, had a frantic appeal to the press and objectives, and hoped with that sneaky ploy to attract some local TV or newspaper. Leo saw that a few times individuals but, unlike his classmates, had some sympathy for this man who reminded him so much that the monkeys are often seen in circuses.

The boy was so intent on imagining the headmaster in a circus to do the monkey, who nearly missed the exit to the center of Padua. After a moment of panic then, everything was resolved in a sudden stop, which fortunately had no consequences.

Once arrived at the institute, the boy parked the scooter in the same place he "paid it" for the past four years, noting that the bike was parked not far Cristina. He went so elation to the entrance, and during the trip immediately noticed a familiar figure who greeted him from afar. Because of the sun in my eyes, however, could not understand who he was until he found where the front. When he realized the person who was staring, a shiver went through the entire back: it was Clara, a girl fatally beautiful but by no means respectable reputation. About three feet high and seventy-five, had a red mane, blue eyes like the sky, with full lips and a potato nose, breasts bursting (Leo had calculated about a fourth) always in plain sight with Plunge and a pair of legs that would also envy the most beautiful of the top model. So why this fear reaction against so beautiful and available Clara? Well it is simple, she always used to getting everything he wanted through his body, he felt a strong attraction to Leo. The boy, however, deeply hated this way of making reckless and aggressive, so he sought in every way to avoid it, and crush Cristina certainly contributed to accentuating the negative view towards Clara.

Leo, after being silent for a few seconds, she abruptly said goodbye, then walked away embarrassed to taper as quickly as possible. In this reaction Clara was accustomed, but he was already in the head concocting some sneaky way to be able to drop the boy in his arms. After recovering from the shock, Leo went to his class: the 5th BI (section B, Igea course) that this year was on the second floor. Not having seen around, the boy thought that Cristina had already be in class, and when the stairs gave me a little of the feelings that guide actually felt for her, realizing that perhaps it was time to confess his "love."

"Here, 5 BM, I live here in the last years of adolescence, I live here in a fantastic year," he thought to himself, then opened the door to determined and entered. What awaited him inside, however, was far from great. There is Cristina, and apparently was not alone ...

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Welcome to the new blog!

Hi everyone, I'm James and I welcome you to my new blog! New
but certainly not the first. In the past I have already opened more, but achieving little success. So I hope for better luck this time!

What
enough to know what there is to know about myself? Well not a lot: I was born in Padova, in Veneto, and I live in a village in the suburbs. Quiet childhood, adolescence a bit 'less ... But nothing in the overall of problem! I attended middle school in Casalserugo, while in high school I chose the ITCS PF Calvi, a school of accountancy located in Padua. I graduated in 2008 and now, after many hesitations on the right to choose, I'm attending a degree course in Computer Science in Mathematical, Physical and Natural always here in Padua.

My interests
exhausted the subject education, it's time to tell you about my interests. I am a person here like to try a bit 'of everything, and it can not fossilize on a single thing. The amount of "things" that follows is perhaps an acknowledgment and video games, music, movies, TV series, anime, manga, writing, computer and more ... So maybe I should focus more on some things rather than others, but they did so, and unlikely to change ^ ^

What I am
addition to studying computer science and to cultivate my interests, I also do more. In fact work as an editor on a website dedicated to video games and section head of the division XBox 360. For everyone who did not know what I'm talking about, well the thing is very simple: I direct a small "handful" of editors, who check to make articles ranging from reviews, special previews and more. I am then to collect all, and place it in the correct section of the website dedicated to the console of which I am! Oh and of course, I also write articles! The site in question, for those interested, is as follows: www.vgnetwork.it and find me under the name of James "true Gek" Quadrio.
is not my first work experience in this field are now in the environment for about four years, and I turned a bit 'of portals before reaching a final VGNetwork. I can give you a few names: games.it, spaziogames.it, ndsclub.it, vgclub.it.
However, I am only playing video games: to contribute to college expenses and live more comfortably, work for about six months at a pizza as pizza. He he, strange is not it? By writing to the kitchen! Why

start a blog
The reason why I open this blog is very simple: all previous attempts have failed miserably, in the sense that either do not update them, or did not have visitors, or do not update them for so long that even forgot pass to access it. No
Well, joking aside, the real reason why I made the decision to publish my work. And the reviews that I make for the site, those have adequate visibility. I'm talking about my short stories is because I like to write well. Let me be clear, are still fairly inexperienced, but I hope to slowly hone my skills!

Good reading the blog then! I hope to offer the material as soon as possible!