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The almigthy
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Inizia a leggereLunghezza: 118 pagine2 ore
- Editore:
- Mario Marzano
- Pubblicato:
- Jul 18, 2017
- ISBN:
- 9788826483849
- Formato:
- Libro
Descrizione
Inexorably, lives symbiosically with a technological tool: the mobile phone or its derivative. From this fact, he could at first get great benefits from the cultural point of view, even to philosophize even without a construct, unless he has the cultural basis to deal with certain topics,
as it allows himself to be the protagonist of the tale; But in the long run, his psychological situation may worsen.
The mobile phone and its derivatives, for their innumerable functions, could become an improper weapon, always at full disposal to hurt others; Not only this, they could become the undisputed dominus of their privateand social behavior
as it allows himself to be the protagonist of the tale; But in the long run, his psychological situation may worsen.
The mobile phone and its derivatives, for their innumerable functions, could become an improper weapon, always at full disposal to hurt others; Not only this, they could become the undisputed dominus of their privateand social behavior
Informazioni sul libro
The almigthy
Lunghezza: 118 pagine2 ore
Descrizione
Inexorably, lives symbiosically with a technological tool: the mobile phone or its derivative. From this fact, he could at first get great benefits from the cultural point of view, even to philosophize even without a construct, unless he has the cultural basis to deal with certain topics,
as it allows himself to be the protagonist of the tale; But in the long run, his psychological situation may worsen.
The mobile phone and its derivatives, for their innumerable functions, could become an improper weapon, always at full disposal to hurt others; Not only this, they could become the undisputed dominus of their privateand social behavior
as it allows himself to be the protagonist of the tale; But in the long run, his psychological situation may worsen.
The mobile phone and its derivatives, for their innumerable functions, could become an improper weapon, always at full disposal to hurt others; Not only this, they could become the undisputed dominus of their privateand social behavior
- Editore:
- Mario Marzano
- Pubblicato:
- Jul 18, 2017
- ISBN:
- 9788826483849
- Formato:
- Libro
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The almigthy - Mario Marzano
Marzano
THE ALMIGHTY
The Novel
Inexorably, lives symbiosically with a technological tool: the mobile phone or its derivative. From this fact, he could at first get great benefits from the cultural point of view, even to philosophize even without a construct, unless he has the cultural basis to deal with certain topics, as it allows himself to be the protagonist of the tale; But in the long run, his psychological situation may worsen. The mobile phone and its derivatives, for their innumerable functions, could become an improper weapon, always at full disposal to hurt others; Not only this, they could become the undisputed dominus of their private and social behavior
The end of the story is a brief metaphor for alleged writers' power, and the end that could make literary characters unsuccessful.
Mario Marzano
NOVEL
Gate31 gate; Confidential identity
BACK COVER
The protagonist of the story is exclusively the phone. 'He' dictates the very arbitrary times of events, of human feelings, even of the actions of the protagonist of the novel; Moreover, when you are about to read this text, you will be looking at your mobile phone under different light; or not?
FATAL MEETING
I remember living alone since I separated consciously from my wife Marianna about two years earlier. She let me go to live with a richer, more important, fascinating than me. In fact, our relationship had gone on for a long time, without a valid reason; Among other things, not cheered by the birth of a parrot. Love between us, if it had ever been, ended definitively, when I found it in my bed, in the arms of her beautician's hairdresser, a torment on Monday in August. I traumatically discovered that Marianna needed her beautician in all senses, and the undersigned was superfluous.
Now that I'm correcting these memories, and by the way, I'm wondering why I could marry that woman, so different from me, with obscure sides in her inexplicable character, for me, which I've always been simple and concrete in my Essential aspirations of man.
So I lived in a beautiful town in the south-eastern part of Baranya, where there is a karst complex among the most beautiful and important in the world, and I worked as a centralinist in the hospital of the same country.
I was born in Bari, where I lived until the age of twenty-one years, when I was hired by the hospital administration in August 1989, the year of the fall of the Berlin Wall. On that occasion, on that occasion alone, I was very lucky, because, from that moment onwards, all the recruits were locked up indefinitely, which served to replace those who retired. I remember that at that time I felt the need for companionship, perhaps because I am orphaned by both parents Ninetta and Ciccio since the age of nine; That is, since I lived with my sister Chiara, in the house of my father's old aunt, since the day we left our beloved parents. I must add that, by the way, I just avoided finishing in an orphanage at Giovinazzo in the province of Bari; For my sister from the first moment there was no problem, because she was nine years older than me, and at that time she was already grown up. In addition, perhaps with a little bit of malice, I must admit that this auntie, which I remember old, but enjoyed discreet health, gladly housed us in his house, for the money of insurance for him was happening, for what happened near Florence To Ninetta and the Pacific.
Later, at the death of Aunt Angela, who I do not remember being very understanding with us, because especially in the evening it was almost always drunk, all my close relatives, including my sister and husband Paul, moved to Milan for work reasons ; In fact they opened a large bar in the center of the city. I chose to stay in Bari by living, expedient, and a small life-giving from my insurance. The area I used to live in was the Fair of the Levant, not that of old Bari near the Basilica of St. Nicholas, where I lived when my parents lived. Perhaps that is why I've always suffered the damn chronic loneliness; Also because, to tell the truth, in my heart I never accepted the traumatic loss of my parents. Nevertheless, I remember that at that time I was not willing to fall in love anymore. By fantasizing a little, I would have been willing to live with a man who behaved with me as a wife, a mother, a father, and even a husband; But not being a homosexual this solution is forbidden!
My story a little special, begins a beautiful day of the second half of October in a suburban bar near my home. It was October 27, 1999, and all of us, including the undersigned, prepared us to wait for the beginning of the new millennium, on the one hand, hoping for something miraculous, on the other, with the fear that the planet earth could be imploded and disappeared forever, And this could be inferred from absurd predictions of wizards and whims of all kinds. I remember sitting my usual cappuccino, but it was not as hot as it was always want; When someone behind my shoulder bumped against me, pouring almost all the contents of the cup, a small part on the counter, the rest on the ground, and a few drops on my old, dirty, dirty, waterproof. Almost at the same time a melodious voice of woman exclaimed: Oh, excuse me! I'm sorry, I did not do it in mail, I'm sorry ... barman, kindly prepare a cappuccino for the gentleman and a not too hot espresso for me.
I turned and I barely murmured: Please ma'am, it is not Never said that someone like me paid a cappuccino from a woman; A beautiful woman as I see it!
Then I coughed a little because a small part of the cappuccino had gone by. She made a radiant smile, showing me white teeth and said, Oh, thank you for the compliment, but I insist this time I pay, next time you will definitely.
I looked more closely at the female specimen that was standing in front of me; it was as high as I was, I'm tall one meter and seventy-five inches; She had a velvety skin and a well-molded body, her hairless hair on her shoulders, her tall, spacious forehead, well-designed eyebrows, her long, well-groomed eyelashes, her regular nose and a little bit more. The wide, fleshy lips inspired erotic thoughts. He was wearing a blue night jeans jacket, with a blue crown that left his navel unraveled. The legs were wrapped in jeans of the same color as the jacket but much shiny with whitish lashes. The low-heeled violet shoes. She continued to smile, I watched her like a bump, because her blue eyes resembled a stormy sea. He noticed it, and to distract me from his celestial vision, with an index finger pointing me to the opposite side of the bar counter where at that moment the barman was beginning to carry the required consumption, a steaming, the other much less. Soon the cups were at our disposal, she was forced to side by side with me and we'd have to drink the drinks without a word. We stayed for a while, suddenly when I was less expecting it, my fantastic vision spake my word, and at the same time placed some coins on the dirty pink counter, and said, Well we met, come to see you soon ». I answered with a tone of voice that made clear all my disappointment of the moment:
But no, madam, it is true that he paid me the cappuccino, and he did not have to do it, because the knight ought to be me, but not all He can go without paying a pledge ... He did not finish the sentence he murmured as he wrung his forehead, and who knows why, giving to me,
What would be the pledge to pay for you? Immediately, I replied, giving it also You said,
At least you should tell me what your name is, and if you want to be kind to me, you should tell me where to stay and maybe give me the phone number, and if you do not have that one, that's fixed ... I thought, but I did not say, 'You should also give me a good appointment to do things that can not be enchanted ...!
With my great surprise he replied promptly, without losing the word as I had expected: If that's why I have no difficulty: I live in Polignano a Mare, although I am of Sicilian origin with a Romani father, and I manage with my husband Vito is a shop that sells flowers; Shortly we expect to deal with them too Funeral cars; In this regard, I must say that this field is unbearable for all those who join in ... and everyone knows what the reasons are ..! He paused as if to point out what he had said to me, and who knows why he did not continue to explain, adding details to what he really wanted to say; Then changing his speech, he continued, saying:
The store is called '' AMANDA FLO '' in honor of my name, I give you our business card, where you will find both my mobile phone number and my husband's name Vito La Manna, which is instead of Polignano; You will also find the fixed and fax number. A shiny, colorful note came out of my jacket in my pocket, and put it in my hand, and said to me, raising a little voice:
Now I have to go away, I'm waiting for a long Working day, I have to serve a beautiful wedding ... ». He shook my hand and left me just the time to say, My name is Pino, Joseph, Pacific, I work as a centralinist at the hospital in this country, if I give you the number of my mobile phone ...
He did not give me time to take my block notes, who told me: Do not worry if you have our numbers, when you call and find my husband Vito, you already know who you are, he'll be happy with the phone call. In fact, if we want to start organizing funeral activities, we must also know someone who works in the hospitals of the district, and then keep in touch with us almost constantly. You're commending me for now to start advertising for my store: AMANDA FLO'di Polignano a Mare.
Open the opaque glass door of the bar, and closing it behind it disappeared from my sight in the men who say; Leaving behind a good female perfume. I was like a jerk, turning my heels into my hands, which was obvious, had fascinated me. I remember that before I left the bar, I forgot to drink the last drops of the cappuccino; This gesture I had never done, because I was and still am a hot cappuccino sufferer; Which sometimes I drink four a day, two in the morning and two in the afternoon, with a coffee only after lunch. I always want; When someone behind my shoulder bumped against me, pouring almost all
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