#tammaro

The young superheroes were not having a good time—Tammaro especially. His breathing was getting faster and shakier; his face was sweaty and almost completely white. Allie tightened the tourniquet on his arm and checked his wound once again.

“The bleeding has stopped, but I don’t know what we should do.“

“Well, obviously have to get him to a hospital!” Felicity snapped. “He’s heavy, but I can still run him there in a few—”

“That arrow had some sort of magic poison! I don’t think the doctors are gonna know how to deal with that. Plus I’m not sure if we should move him in this condition.”

“Moving him should be fine,” Remy said. As usual his tone was dry and colorless, his expression unperturbed by the sight of his teammate dying in front of him. “That would be more if the wound itself was the problem.”

“Okay, well, what do we do in this situation, then?!”

Remy frowned thoughtfully. “For a magic? I guess we need to find a unicorn or something.”

Tommy, still floating anxiously around the older kids, looked up hopefully. “Unicorns are real?”

“This isn’t the time for jokes! We need to do something!” Allie yelled.

Remy reached into an inner pocket of his suit, taking out a key card. “Felicity, run back to HQ and go into my apartment. There should be a bunch of first aid kits on the shelf—bring the blue one covered in a bunch of weird gold writing.”

“Blue, weird gold writing. Got it!”

She shot away in a colorful blur, reappearing within minutes with the box in her hands.

“Here you go!“

“What is that?” Allie asked. “Some kind of—magical medicine?”

“Yeah, just a bunch of stuff that my family’s collected over the years. I’m pretty sure we…here we are.”

He took out a small bottle with some kind of silvery dust inside. He bent down over Tammaro, who by now was on his back, muttering vaguely. Remy shook a bit of the stuff onto his wound, where it quickly began to crackle and glow.

“What is that?” 

“Ground unicorn horn. Not easy to find---my parents bought this during a trip to the fourteenth century.”

He looked up to find the others were staring. He rolled his eyes.

Original fiction, specifically “the Superhero WIP”

Word count: 58.

Summary: Two teen superheroes compare lives.

“It must be nice, being from a family where everyone’s a superhero. And not having to hide your identity from the public.” He sighed. “I always feel like such an oddball, you know?”

“I’m a Moroccan-French-Scottish-American who’s half-selkie and got magical powers from a turtle,” Remy said.

Here, somebody is near  to me.

I would resee you and me...

Follow my madness until we can caugh the happyness...

We are so alone with ourselfs. Everybody is gone losing themselfs cause this crazy illness

My depression don't leave me this situation, my obsetion don't let me free!

None can do nothing for me...

Could resee son you and me!

Flying in the sky: come on, i beg you spice, don't die!

Mi faccio il palinsesto TV

  È vero, la Tv  “customized”del XXI secolo è già qui. Io scelgo cosa vedere, come, dove e i tempi da dedicare alla visione, in accordo con il mio compagno di viaggio. Siamo in due e il rischio di litigi furibondi  è sempre dietro l’angolo. E allora cerchiamo la mediazione. Assolutamente necessaria. Fortunatamente  durante la nostra lunghissima convivenza abbiamo maturato  gusti abbastanza…

This superb ruby and diamond ring was part of the personal collection of the last Queen of Italy, Maria-José. When the young, clever and attractive Belgian Princess Marie-José married the Prince of Piedmont, future Umberto II in 1930, she received jewellery inherited from the fabulous private collection of his grandmother, Queen Margherita. At the same time, as was customary, she received gifts of more jewels from her family, friends, and patriotic Italian supporters of the monarchy. This ring was a gift from the scholar and bibliophile, Tammaro de Marinis to mark a long friendship, based on a shared passion for art and history.

Tammaro lived in the sumptuous Villa Montalto near Florence and there introduced Marie-José to the philosophers Benedetto Croce and Giovanni Gentile, along with the leading artists, poets, and politicians of the interwar period. A man of great taste, Tammaro chose the perfect ring for this brilliant princess set with an outstanding Burmese “pigeon blood” ruby.

Relazione per Congresso: “Nutrire la Salute e la Performance per un Benessere ETICO”. Parte Prima

PARTE PRIMA

Il 18 aprile 2015 ho avuto la grande opportunità di poter assistere, con un pass da giornalista gentilmente offertomi dal comitato organizzativo per il lavoro molto apprezzato sul blog, al Congresso “Nutrire la Salute e la Performance per un Benessere ETICO”. Ero in compagnia dell’amico Emidio Troiani medico cardiologo.

Davvero un evento di portata internazionale organizzato nei…