Friday, March 19, 2010

Best Exterior House Colour Heritage

the Father's Day ... Ciack n.31

Return this day of the year, and how not to think?
It 's a difficult period of changing, of courage, so many fears.
Do not grieve, nor feeling sorry for himself.
I think of you dad,
the things you were doing,
what you gave to your family, how it was going to
my life if you had been there.
So the only feeling I want to leave out is anger.
Anger because we lost time when we could live,
anger for what you had to suffer,
for all the hopes that have been mown,
for the dignity that was stolen from you, for many
opportunities that have been torn to me.
After nine years ago I am here to ask how some people
not realize what life is. People
empty and disgusting that complicates and ruin the lives of others.
I wish all trying to look for a minute,
as I saw it on your deathbed,
skeleton eaten by the disease,
bloodstained and I was losing,
with two beautiful eyes wide open looking at me, shouting
and the fear of dying. The Mago
salt each time as that day.
Why must I be so connected to this memory?
Why this day means for me to fill me with rage?
I might not want to turn the page,
me I still hold tight to me,
fragile it was.
me so much pain, but I can not help but hold you tight.

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Wrestling Singlets Store

HOW DESIGNERS HAVE ENRICHED throttle the ITALIAN FASHION INDUSTRY. by Dagospia, Stefano Lorenzetto.


They call made in Italy, but that fact is unmade. Let's just say rotten. On top of the scale are the lords of fashion. Revered and untouchable: they put us face. A step below are the contractors. Cannon fodder: they put the blood. Giancarlo De Bortoli, 61, owner of Herry's packaging Pramaggiore, where the shades in Friuli Veneto, was a subcontractor. They sucked:
"I'm bringing the book in court. My world ends here. I had to stop first. I have resisted to the end for the employees, who were my family. It was useless. Let me be clear: not to blame either the government or banks. The designers were to strangle me, slowly but surely. And then I said, only by declaring bankruptcy, Giancarlo, you fall with honor, you are not the wax seal by the bailiff. " De Bortoli
a failure? How, in heaven's name? Can do his job like few others, has always worked hard 12 hours a day, prices competitive, he had come to produce 20,000 garments every year, not against debt, he has not enriched, was wise, he paid regular salaries, paid the social security contributions, not tax evasion in the industry for its workers had put the air conditioner and stereo. What more can you ask an entrepreneur? Spiegatemelo you.

I knew him Giancarlo De Bortoli well. It was one of the best Square, trust me. He even custom-made shirts for the 9 pilots of private aircraft fleet Benetton. Few were able to work in the silk, satin, chiffon, the crepe georgette like him. But no one had to know that his works came out of the high fashion garments for women with sewn on the labels of the biggest house in Italy: Gucci, Prada, Max Mara, Miu Miu, Etro, Sportmax, Costume National, Duke d ' Aosta, Cividini.


And Giorgio Armani: "I had to buy seven pliers to break the stitches pearls that covered his jacket." And then Valentino: "Three hundred pajamas ordered through the knitter Nigi Mogliano Veneto, yes, there is also the contractor of subcontractor. " And then the Fendi sisters, "Two hundred suits studded with sequins, pants will be weighed only 10 pounds." And foreign brands, because when it comes to outsourcing the whole world over: Emanuel Ungaro, Apara, Pringle of Scotland, Strenesse, Tse cashmere.

"I have produced shirts on behalf of Stella McCartney, daughter of Paul, the lead singer of the Beatles, the designer who made the wedding dress Madonna. But the house I've worked for more than ever was Jil Sander. For ten years the founder, Heidemarie Jilin Sander, from Hamburg he sent me the order for the shirts that she wore, its molds were kept here at my farm. "

I knew him well Giancarlo De Bortoli. But now no longer recognizes him. The one-day beard, eyes reddened, his voice trembling. "You are strange ideas. If it were not for my daughter and my two granddaughters ...», and the mind goes to the British designer Alexander McQueen, former pupil of Romeo Gigli and Givenchy, "We provide the shirts. He would have been 41 years in a few days. He died in London on 11 February. Suicide. " Since the summer of 2008, with 13 entrepreneurs from Veneto who are killed after seeing wrecked their company, almost a month.

Damn the day that De Bortoli gave it straight to his father Antonio, who had seen all emigrate to Switzerland i suoi figli. «Ero elettrotecnico alla Brown Boveri di Baden, stipendio ottimo. Papà mi telefonò: "È mai possibile che di tre figli debba morire senza averne almeno uno qui vicino a me?". Tornai a Motta di Livenza. Era il 1968. Sposai Maria Paola. Entrai nel ramo tessile con un amico. Volevo chiamare la nostra azienda Harry's, in onore di Ernest Hemingway, assiduo frequentatore dell'Harry's bar di Venezia.

"No, no, Arrigo Cipriani ci fa causa", obiettò il mio socio. E all'ultimo momento infilò nel marchio una "e" al posto della "a", Herry's». Ben presto Giancarlo e Maria Paola subentrarono all'amico. Avevano due laboratori: lei abiti da donna, lui camicie. «È morta nel 2004. Ho assorbito l'intera produzione nella mia azienda, come Maria Paola avrebbe desiderato. Negli anni d'oro eravamo arrivati a 97 dipendenti, tra fissi e occasionali. Ho chiuso che mi restavano solo 24 collaboratrici, tutte anziane».
Un solo errore ha commesso De Bortoli: s'è accorto troppo tardi che giù, in fondo alla scala, ci sono scantinati e garage brulicanti di terzisti extracomunitari che impiegano schiavi, per lo più clandestini, «gente che ai re Mida dell'ago e filo fornisce un paio di jeans a una cifra oscillante fra i 4 e i 6,50 euro, quando il prezzo minimo, per chi lavora con tutti i crismi, non può mai scendere sotto i 25-30, gente che per una camicia accetta 16-22 euro, mentre a me ne costava non meno di 30-36. Non la you win, you can not win, so unfair competition, without recourse to any rule. " He must
ut eveniant scandal. Now that De Bortoli has filed for bankruptcy, the hidden phenomenon emerges on the front pages of newspapers Veneto. "We will hunt down the Italian purchasers of Chinese laboratories are not in order: this is not made in Italy," promises Carmine Damiano, superintendent of Treviso. "Try a direct link is difficult: no customer entrusts their work directly, but relies on contractors to sign a contract which makes provision prohibiting subcontracting," warns Colonel Claudio Pascucci, commander of the Guardia di Finanza.
Thus, De Bortoli?
"Sure the gentlemen of fashion are not fools and know how to protect themselves from any kind of liability in case of violations along the production chain. As stated by Colonel Pascucci, in principle and an ethical point of view to call into question the customer is logical, but it is almost impossible to prove the guilt, because the laws are "too soft and easily subject to manipulation," his words. I'm still with the facts.

And what are the facts?
"What failed in 2009 in Veneto 240 weavers. That same year the Financial Police has discovered nearly 600 undocumented workers only in the Treviso area. That the technical manager of a big label on the eve of the anniversary of the deceased said to me: "You know, De Bortoli, you are privileged, because we find around us who does his job for 5 € and also makes us well "."

Some fashion houses could have been unaware that their clothes are subcontracted to sweatshops.
" Okay, we admit that's true. I also, ultimately, to save me I could turn to exploiting the knowledge of some customers. But when a famous designer imposes absurd prices, under a "take it or leave it" , know in advance who are slaves, can not reasonably believe that an Italian entrepreneur in him by the laws to be able to work on those terms. The proof is that I have failed. And this in my house it's called responsibility moral. "

Companies must look to profits, you know. Just to avoid ending up like Herry's.
"Yes, but there must be a measure even in the profits. Watch this tab for a suit is lined with Jil Sander, the 2010 season. Open seams, seam sealed, darts, hems folded edges reported overlocking hem, neckline, speed, lining, stitching of sbordatura not visible on the obverse, 14 folds that run counter clockwise on the skirt ... Will be thirty operations. It took 96.5 minutes to work a dress like that. I know how much they paid? Excluding VAT, € 40. It also had the gall to give me the tag with the retail price to put on: 890 €.

unheard of.
"And this shirt for women? Served 97 minutes. I was paid 24 euro. The boutique is at 490 €. Should I continue? ". Please

.
"This fax arrived from Switzerland. Gucci Group. They asked me a shirt for € 34.54. I managed to snatch an increase of 1.50 € to the difficulties in applying the buttons. She sees that the total price is € 41.73. In reality, then held me to test 3.50 and € 2.19 for the bulk, which would be the accessories that come from them. It's not over: a hanger Gucci can cost 3 euro. I sent a box and billed me. Advanced 20 hangers? I made them pay the same. I could return. However, the procedures for the return would have cost me half a day's work of an employee. He might as well give up. "

And so he worked at a loss.
"Exactly. Always hoping that things are straightened. There I put it all, believe me. I said to the designers, but at these prices I'm not in it, come and check in person, stay for a day on the farm and taught to you, such as economies of scale can do. I was squeezed to the bone. "Both," was the comment of one of them when he knew I was doomed, "which closes it to a laboratory open five more." Implication: foreigners. "

But when this crisis began?
"In 1997, for a shirt, Jil Sander gave me from 70,000 to 80,000 pounds last year on average 16-22 €, ie from 55% to 47% less. A contractor takes the pure labor and by law must be paid in 30 days. They began to settle in two months, three months. Then they transferred production abroad: Romania, Slovenia, Tunisia, Portugal. Finally, Italians have relocated in the basement. Laboratories-lager. There is no province is immune.

The Riviera del Brenta and Marca are plagued most of Prato. The slaves are not paid in time, but a tot a head. No matter how c'impiegano to finish: they work there, eat there, live there. Emerge an hour a day, such as submarines, and immediately return below, in artificial light. They sleep three hours a night. They do not know holidays, Christmas, Easter, New Year, Mid-August. Never stop and settle for a trifle. "

his colleagues how to save?
"The lucky ones, those who had enough money for severance, have contained the damage, closing now."

Why did not the same?
"Why could not pay the payment to the workers. Half of small businesses in the Veneto burned for some time, this provision. The final severance pay, € 24,000, I managed to pay an employee three years ago. Spread out in 12 installments. "

quantity invoiced?
'In 1995 I came to 3 billion pounds, or 2 million euro today. In 2007 I was down to € 684,000 the following year to 596,000. In 2009, the disaster just € 288,000. "

Forgive the brutality, she should have declared bankruptcy several years ago.
"I know myself. But who was he? Confucius? to say that when a man falls from cliff clinging to the bushes? I sold my townhouse and went to live in rent to bring a bit 'of money in the company. Since 2004 I have stopped me the salary, I gave all the savings fund. At Christmas I realized I was over in December and had turnover of € 18,000 in salary, bonus, contributions and personal income tax 90,000 I needed. " What was

for her work?
"Everything. I got up out of bed in the morning, reciting prayers and then I came here, proud of myself. But recently I said to Stephen Ben, who is the company for 21 years: we go to Auschwitz ... It is blasphemous to even think, he's right. But the feeling was. Humiliation, humiliation, humiliations, and do not know if we would come alive at night. There's nothing worse for an entrepreneur who fail to pay salaries to their employees. I stopped in July. I went on to advance. A supplier can wait, but not a family. I could no longer bear the gaze of the workers, though they were their own to encourage me: "Go ahead, Mr. Giancarlo, we we trust you '. "

Now what are your feelings when you see a fashion show on television?
" Repulsion. the last parade of Dolce and Gabbana was a big screen that were taking shots of seamstresses with a needle and thimble, to show that high fashion is all Italian. It is not true, can not be true. Otherwise I would not have declared bankruptcy. But these two men where they live? But they know it or not the contract of textiles and equalize the laundry? But know whether or not the school Calligaris Treviso and that of Azzano Decimo, where he imparted cutting, sewing and modeling, have closed a lifetime ago? The last apprentice who was ringing the bell to be taken is called Aurora, was 16 anni, e per avviarla all'haute couture me ne sono serviti cinque. Sono passati tre lustri da allora. Oggi le sarte si accontentano di pulire i cessi nelle aree di servizio: guadagnano di più».

Eppure le griffe spopolano.
«La gente cerca gli status symbol, crede di rendersi presentabile con un abito. Ma non sa neanche che cosa compra. La qualità è l'ultimo pensiero. Nessuno controlla, i politici per primi. Ma dài, lo sanno tutti da dove viene fuori l'alta moda italiana che italiana non è! Basterebbe andare a vedere le bollette dell'elettricità. Ci vogliono i 380 volt, mica i 220, per far marciare un laboratorio».

Non salva nessuno?
«Roberta Furlanetto e Luisa Beccaria, two Milanese designers who are producing everything from Italy in Italian hands. They demanded the sartorial details and pay me the right way. "

feels ashamed?
"Tanta. But the streets around their heads held high. Anyone who knows me knows that I have never stolen. "

Now that will?
"I have no idea. I am a failure. What can a failure? I trust in the mercy of the court. According to the lawyer, I sequestrerà a fifth of the survivor's pension to my wife, who is 800 Euros per month, and I pignorerà the furniture, leaving the bed and bowl. This is what I got from life. But at least I died standing up. "

Monday, March 8, 2010

Tractor Cake Step By Step




In this blog I have often talked about friendship, about the people who are close to me. I thanked him who I was next door, who gave me a hand, who encouraged me. Before that, in previous posts, I wrote about what I was trying to be helpful to those who love you, my prerogative to listen. I have often described the friendship a share, and as such a relationship for two-way force in two directions. How to renege on these statements? I'm so self-evident shared, which should continue on this path.
A person close to me asks if the friends who now surround it, you really show that in case of need. A sort of concern prior? A get your hands avanti, o una percezione presente? Io credo non ci si possa preoccupare della consistenza dei propri amici, se non proprio nel momento in cui senti delle mancanze in loro.
Mi dispiace sentirmi dire certe cose. Mi fa male sentire che sono stato abituato a trovare in questa persona, una presenza costante, un orecchio per i miei drammi e le mie paturnie. Mi irrita sentire che io, come altri, avrei sempre giudicato "splendida" la sua vita, non curandomi delle sue possibili criticità.
Poi provo a mettermi nei suoi panni, analizzo per quanto posso la situazione. Può essere che io sia talmente preso dalle mie cose, da non accorgermi di sue difficoltà? Ci provo veramente a vedere con i suoi occhi, e ancora non riesco a understand it. I do not share his analysis because it starts from reality totally different from those I experienced. I never considered his life easy or beautiful. Often with a friend discussing the perception that may have other problems unrelated to their experience, which were never used. A person who does not live fully in my reality or that of any other, who does not know what it means to be in that place, does not know the feeling you get. This is why I never allowed to look better or worse than the existence of others in relation to mine, because people do not always reveal the problems that torment. Only if someone would come up to me and calm spurting from every pore, I talking about all the good things that happen or who I could consider it lucky and probably in a better position in that I find myself in Qualle or others.
mortify me that a person who I feel very close to thinking that I put it to judge the lives of others, so that I feel a victim of circumstances, so helpless to hold up the other as privileged. This blog collects all too often my outbursts or sad thoughts concerning my difficulties, but I always have in mind are not the only one to have and, indeed, well aware dell'esisnza reality of hell in comparison. So why think I'm so dry from locking myself in a cloak of "bad luck" and not see beyond the My nose is going on?
categorically reject this accusation, and the very fact that asks me questions, going deeper into these things is a proof of my friendship, my neighborhood, or else one cares, right?
said that, I have heard reproach that has been done for me, I was humbled to hear my analysis of each individual behavior, have been accused of doing only what I want. I, who was a child I had no friends, I have always considered the intimacy of the relationship as the most precious thing there is in life, I've always lived in friendship as the conquest of a great good, I'm mortified by this war prior which is nothing but discomfort experienced by a person I love, based on non-existent, which have nothing to do with me and my character. This friend asked, "since this friendship has become a one-way relationship? This offends me, it reminds me when I admitted the same error. I tried to understand it, but I see there's the other side an unshakeable certainty. I tried to see what I care about, what I also agree nell'amizia, but there's no way.
At the same time now I have to face a difficult path, a way that forced me not leave room for a few weeks. Is therefore difficult to give than to receive in a short period that I absorb a lot. It is not turn in on themselves. It 's just go about things. The door is open, of course, and will remain so forever, but I see myself more as a solo traveler at this time. I hope so, and I am sure that on the way there are many beautiful things to share with my friends, and eventually I can devote much more to them and their needs.
In the meantime, I'm the guy in the picture, if you want to talk with me, you have a whistle and get my attention, otherwise I'll pull ahead and just down the road I will join you. There are still a few steps, but heavy.

Saturday, March 6, 2010

Flip Mino Generation Difference

ruling class?


I wonder what is the point nel nostro Paese dibattere di politica? O meglio: che utilità può avere ancora lo scontro politico, o la stessa dialettica che dallo scenario romano si propaga alle realtà più piccole? Si può amare la discussione su determinate materie, su aspetti dell'economia, o sugli approcci migliori per risolvere problemi annosi, ma sicuramente al di fuori dello schema politico, o meglio partitico esistente.
Il nostro Paese è strozzato storicamente da problemi di cui si continua a discutere, su cui si fanno noiosissime puntate di scadenti talk shows, sui quali si incentrano dibattiti parlamentari e conferenze di cui non rimane nulla. Una marea di chiacchiere, incanalate in centinaia di infruttuosi rivoli. Una sconfortante situazione stagnant because of the greatest of our problems: the ruling class.
How often we hear that our parliamentarians take exorbitant salaries? How often do you use the verb "eat" in relation to the activities of our directors? Again, these are useless chatter. The problem is not that those at the top may or may not take advantage of the situation. It 'definitely a secondary issue compared to what is in the foreground there is a ruling class who can not make decisions, which has no initiative, which does not assume responsibility for important decisions, who can not lead a country. Sometimes I wonder how much space is given in the public debate issues which are dealt with our policy. What we talk about our news? What we read in our newspapers? These days we read of: a level playing field, lists permitted or excluded in the regional elections of ad hoc decrees. We speak of the practical problems that have to do our plethora of administrators in the various acts and made responsible for its very existence. Just because we are in the campaign? Who knows that this law is on the agenda in our country and dishes that are present every day on our tables.
smile of old men at the tavern that clash divides between left and right, between Berlusconi and ... not Berlusconi. To shun anti-tirades, or antiberlusconiane younger. But what sense has all of this? You should not talk about energy supply systems? Policies against oil dependency and the countries that the extract? Of living will? Strengthening of infrastructure for transport?
No. Our nation is divided between the flats of one, and the other castaways. But we go deeper and look at the political landscape. PDL: a movement that booth instead pursue instances liberal, liberal, merely a facade to keep reassuring. What good is proposed by some members, puntulamente is denied by another, and eventually succumbs to anyway in the cauldron of the compromise of party or government. And never mind the excessive power of the leader, because if there was one, there would be no political movement. Pd: a hodgepodge of all those involved in it, do not know what to do. An eternal turmoil, a constant twist in itself to get to have a common position, let alone a proposal. A desert of ideas, without a flicker of enthusiasm, desire to change things. The yet another broken promise. UDC: the party of what there was to be swallowed up by the bipolar system, the kind that "I have my little garden," conservatism of his power, maybe a little, but their own. Ideas? Mmm ... the family quotient! What a discovery! They want it all, but nobody else does. The radical content of good ideas, some good position, few actual proposals, but no housing, no hope, no ability to come out. The radical left, not received. And now comes the good. Italy of Values: the worst of the politics of personal interests, the non-existent capacity for governance. A party that is for the use and consumption of its leader. One of Berlusconi that if there were, it would be right. One who has no ideas of their own. One is that where there are others. The watchword is to cover areas not covered by the other to vote, to absurdity to support the struggles of superprivilegiati Alitalia before the astonishment of all. News of the day: that the request for impeachment for Napolitano, poor man, has signed the decree-mess absolve the government. Shout louder others, claims to be unsustainable in the foreground. And if we gave up the government? What would be your policy? Boh ...
Poor Italy.

Thursday, March 4, 2010

16 Yr Old Linsey Dawn Mckenzie

Time passes

Tic tic tac
the hours pass quickly,
even if I do not know where they go.
period of change.
A path lies before you mine.
Each step is one minute,
and every minute you do something.
Tic tic tac
is inexorable.
If things do not go on accumulating,
problems worsen,
mouths open, and
is not covered, taking out words, you
flood and make you blow up.
Tic tic tac
there is no choice.
the path is traced, and all roads
you feel you are stricken.
This is the way,
like it or not.
'm sitting here and I feel tictaccare
Tic tic tac
The days go by and in less than no time to spend weeks and months.
hardly did you realize you have lived,
stay open mouth looking back you've been through,
how, after all, things are small, and that you survived.
Ma non c'è più tempo per questo pensiero... perchè
Tic Tic Tac
Il momento è già passato.

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Rash From Feminie Products

Updates ...

neanche una mossa è andata bene,
ed ora la scacchiera vuole il suo prezzo.
Rimango solo io lì sopra,
senza pedine da giocare.
Mi sento mangiato dai quadri.