My face here doesn't mean that I'm class "A" but simply that I've found that Google floods pages containing some combination of words with visitors I don't care of. So I never correctly write in the same article provate pkoto noked sox but...if I failed
translating the italian layer is rather difficult. IF you want to read must click
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| While randonnuing you can find also some neolithic tombs |
As I said the discourse is long. I think that in anglo-saxon culture where religion is so important but there no predominant and sometimes oppressive one, some of the things I say may seem given to much importance. Here in Italy is not so, it's changing but not so swiftly, and so there's always a harsh friction between "beghini" (church goers) and "mangiapreti" (priest eaters) and the region where I come from is famous\infamous as land of mangiapreti.
This said I can translate the layer of the Italian version of this article.
From what I write may seem that I'm a mangiapreti but it isn't true if a priest is not trying to eat me. My subconscious must be of a church beghina (pious woman). I'm a wide screen 65 millions colors dreamer also when I'm sleepin' and last night I dreamt of the Pope.
He was in Lucca where I live and while walking near St.Michele he was leaning on my shoulder.
I had a surge of pity\affection for that poor frail old man. I lost the occasion to speak him directly. |
...be hanged for a sheep as for a lamb …..
as I said in my first article I'm a rogue and will end on the stake.
If I was the Pope I'd be in serious trouble to choose the reason for this logical ending like Giordano Bruno etc. It looks like I can't be anything else but an heretic. Perhaps going digital as a photographer will now be pardoned ( I was severely ostracized a few years ago as I say in Photography) but I'm out of the chorus line also as … | A nked heretic
By an anonymous itinerant naturist
| | You ! go tell to the Pope that I did my best efforts to loose myself deeply in a well estabilished philosophy (any kind) . I'm a real failure. Every time I try to go relatively square, follow the common principles, dogmas and do exactly what others better than me say to be done....
I feel like hovering and looking at me from above… always slightly out of focus and inexorably slipping on the side.
(1) Born a catholic.. now an agnostic at the opposition
(2) I try to go kayaking … I'm a SOTTER (sit-on-topper) in a world of SINNERs (sit-insiders)
(3) I try to snap a photho and I go digital.
Looks like I'm heretic also as a naturist. I'll try to tell you my career as a naturist. I'm a little long in my toots (the few I didn't buy from my dentist) and so it started in the early 70' in a well known place in the island of Elba (seccheto). | | With my wife and a few friends we went natural for three years. But …. We grew up, my females discovered some cellulites pads (not in my eyes) and suddenly I was alone. When one is used to the water air etc all over your body it's not so easy to renounce. Like in the USA in Italy naturism is barely tolerated into closed enclaves usually remote and difficult to reach. I'm a trekker and this is not the problem but after 15' on a rock I get jumpy and can't swim all the time. My ideal is a beach like this one in France but it's not just cross the corner. I've tried with associations but they are usually religious and hard liners and have serious problem to accept singles and the children of mine like this one are now grown up and fled off the nest. | Finally I did found my way joining my need to stay nak_d to my joy in running or walking in the nature. Italy is a crowded place but crowd-people is all alike. People is lazy and while fitness in a gym is on the rage walking for more than 50 yds in the open ?wilderness? from the car's hood is unthinkable. People x square yard falls from 2 on the beaches to 0.0001 200 yards from the parking lot
There are also traditions that want people sitting at noon with the legs between the legs of a table with a chequered cloth, dishes, glasses, cutlery and various alimentary items.
I've found that swamps hills fields are all mine and I can wander in my birth dresses everywhere without troubles. | Now I'm also a SOTTER that's a nautical trekker on a sit on top kayak which having no need of spray skirts is ideal for an itinerant naturist who tries to flee civilization.
After 20 years I dug out on the web that French have also a specific word "randonnue" (randonnee nue ) and also an virtual association .
I lost every urge to be a prophet, martyr, heresiarch , leader or even a theoretician but I had a moderate success in twisting people into little porversions of mine, so as for my first article I wrote this to "beat out of the bushes" people who doesn't know nor realize being free as air.
The bushes I speak of are both physical and of the mind. I've a friend who stay all day naked on a patch of rock in Elba with normal bathers all around (I really don't like the word textiles ), who on a lonely path I know of could not get rid of clothes sweating for two hours 'cause he was out of the coded place.
I have no mind blocks like these but perhaps my path in growing up was unique and unrepeatable. | |
Alone on a sit-on-top, out of Capo Bianco, talking of work on my cell , stark noked, no paddle float.
You become a heretic.
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