The warrior has fought for the last time as a fierce pride, but the few programs that make our souls had already decided not to land with his body. From parts of Terni, thus, has run ended the earthly existence of one of the most unique and fascinating way of Italian events. And yesterday, no screaming, no sort of hysterical grief who knows what whining, and social networking messages were full of sweet, all mogia Italy commented that "the boy" had it not done. That guy who came home from the set where he had been consecrated in the hearts of young girls and ladies, had always claimed to be himself: spaccasassi off, intellectually curious inside. The only time I met Peter Taricone, moved by curiosity to know adolescent that this star had learned to shine the light of their own and not that of the sofas on which accommodate the tronista, he explained to me by the thread and sign his conception of life. Was bitten, lived without denying the risk and, if needed, burned in a flash. The key, he told me about his passion for extreme sports, you do not regret what you did: if you get on a plane and throw underneath, you take the red line of your biography that portion of risk that is an ingredient natural euphoria. Like the telegraph by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, Patrick de Gayardon as, he spoke with eyes full of admiration. Certainly did not think to himself, thinking of extreme risk, Taricone, but so be it.
As we talked, and joked about male virility now styled to exchange with the waxing, I thought about when, accompanied by his Taricone, we viewers in the first edition of Big Brother were coming unwittingly ferried from the stadium to another neotelevisivo no less indefinite, the television-reality that literally takes over the lives, bodies and often the feelings of those who interpret it. I was part of a decade ago, along with many of those who, in a double step of morality, looked delighted that first generation of unique animals from reality, whose spontaneity was so different from what we now enter the homes and farms and put with what they already know should act, and then ran immediately to talk badly, just to get a clear conscience. Then, we were wrong a lot faster, and not just for the beauty of his superhuman life companion. We found this rebel, "idealistic right to have read Nietzsche to D'Annunzio," which he said he wanted to live like the samurai.
Roberto Alfatti appetites, even after his performance in The new team, the candidate had a "minister of the interior and irregular tee" of the PDL. But it's never been easy to enlist in 2002, Davide Ferrario would imagine a biopic on the history of Taricone, Parabolic, explosive and antitelevisivo but complained the director, not if they did nothing because he was a film critic of Berlusconi.
Meanwhile, wearing the uniform of a soldier or a role of a police inspector or a more recent television opinion outraged by trade, has continued to reject Taricone enlistments and fuck the labels. "Hello Peter, we miss you already," is the message I sent him yesterday in a bottle pirate Pound House, the hideout of the right Taricone nonconformist who was helping put up the group of skydiving. Peter had fallen there, one evening at a conference on Bombacci, immediately explaining that "I love Casa Pound, I am fascinated by the idea of" doing "regardless of ideologies." If there are icons pop-warrior, since yesterday we lost one of the best.
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