Mistery E-Book

Mario Marzano

• Herausgeber: Mario Marzano
• Kategorie: Sachliteratur, Reportagen, Biografien
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

This book is an intriguing story set in one of hte best places in Italy and probably in the world: Italy but mainly the author describes Castellana Grotte, Alberobello and Polignano a Mare. All villages which deserve more than a simple visit

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Mario Marzano

Mistery

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MYSTERY In the Triangle of Wonders: Caves, Trulli and Sea.

DRAMA ON THE SEA OF POLIGNANO.LESBIAN LOVE IN CASTELLANA CAVES

DRAMA AND LOVE WITHOUT TIME BETWEEN ALBEROBELLO TRULLI

METAPHOR ON PEOPLE THAT HAVE THE HEADQUARTERS OF CONIC STONE.

MYSTERY In the Triangle of Wonders: Caves, Trulli and Sea.

know the whole dramatic and violent story of Aurora Nights, a woman born in the early 1950's and lived in the south-east of Bari until the dawn of the third millennium, will need to know other short stories set in the same years and in the same places.

All provides the reader with not only a polemorph of habits and habits of much of the social walks in the area, but also diverse facets of life lived by people throughout the south, which can be compared to that of the rest of Italy. The stories are set in particular on the high and rocky coast of Polignano a Mare, home of Domenico Modugno and Pino Pascali, in the enchanting underground landscape of the Castellana caves and among the trulli of Alberobello, decreed by UNESCO as a patrimony of humanity. Also in the story are some historical and landscape features of the cities of Monopoli, Locorotondo, Noci and Conversano; As well as the origins of the Carnival of Putignano, those of the trulli and the caves with all their history. ... But Aurora Nights really existed? Or is a literary character born of the perverse mind of a failed writer? .. The posterity of the posthumous ...! This novel has been set up in Polignano a Mare (BA), Castellana Grotte (BA), Alberobello (BA), MonopoliBA), Conversano (BA), Putignano (BA), Noci (BA) and Locorotondo (BA) Of fantasy work. The characters and circumstances described are inventions by the author and are intended to give truth to the narration. Any analogy with facts, places and people, alive or defective, is purely random. THESE ARE THE WONDERFUL PLACES, WHO ALL SHOULD HAVE TO VISIT AT LEAST ONE YEAR IN LIFE, WHERE THE STORIES HOLDED BY PROTAGONISTS OF ROMANIA HAVE BEEN CARRIED.

Alberobello Veduta

Alberobello Trullo Sovrano

Bari Teatro Petruzzelli

Fasano Zoo Safari

Conversano Castello Aragonese

Egnazia Anfiteatro

Giovinazzo Porto Tamburo

Locorotomdo veduta

Monopoli porto

Polignano veduta

Polignano Lama monachile

Castellana Grotta Bianca

La Madonnina

La Grave

Putignano Carnevale

Sammichele Castello Caracciolo

Turi San Giovanni Battista Torre dell'orologio

Noci Torre dell'Orologio

DRAMA ON THE SEA OF POLIGNANO.LESBIAN LOVE IN CASTELLANA CAVES

This story I did not want to tell, but having received a strange letter from a lady called Aurora Nights, she was sent out in 1989, the year of the fall of the Berlin Wall to her partner, Francesco Bianco. I was curious and I tried in all possible ways to get in touch with her to get some explanation about it. I carry the letter to clarify to the reader what are the reasons for my great curiosity:

"Eh ... dear Catia, all this time there have been many things: my mother was very sick and I had to look after him lovingly for many years; she died two months ago." "Oh ... how sorry I did not have the condolences before! Now what are you doing?" "I work as an analyst at a private clinic in Fasano." "Are you married or a girlfriend?" "I'm a single convivial, males like you should know very well, I'm not in my liking ...!" "Ah ... I already forgot ... you did not like even when we were in the same school. I'm single like you, but I'm always looking for males, unfortunately I have not been able to find the right one yet, but if I can not find it, Best to be alone with that bad accompaniment. " My friend Barbara is a very beautiful woman of its kind, looks like Carla Bruni, the current French Premiere lady, and she understands why when she goes by the road she does not go unnoticed. We have been friends since we went to the Magistrale at Conversano. The only defect I can count on, if defect can be called, is to dress almost always as a male, but even so, elegance in clothing does not lack it. Now the guide is saying in a stentorious voice: "The material that made up the limestone was originally a whitish mud, formed by the slow accumulation at the bottom of the sea of shells and skeletons of animals and plants that populated the ancient backdrops and Of the precipitation of calcium carbonate contained in marine water.The slow but continuous overlap of this material has resulted in huge deposits of over three thousand feet thick. " Barbara whispers in my left ear: "I wanted to live all these years to personally follow all these transformations of the earth, and you?" The scent that my boyfriend emits little by little is getting intoxicate me, and his tightness on my hips makes me shivering behind my back, I spotted it: "But I did not want to live three thousand years, at least a thousand Yes." "Already I ... especially to make me understand my soul by a beautiful person I know ..." Now I'm listening to the usual male voice: "Afterwards, the diagenesis, or the process of transformation of the rock sediment (compaction and cementation) has caused this mud to settle in such a way as to turn it into hard and compact rock ..." E Right now I'm feeling in my ribs the nipples of Barbara's breasts hardening considerably, as I begin to feel a sweet feeling of chills mixed with hot flashes. Suddenly, I divide by his grip, and I go to look under a boulder to see if there are any misses hidden. Barbara asks me: "Catia, why do you wear such succulent clothes? Do not you see that the males are watching you with the bacon at your mouth? Is that right?" Once again I pretend to pay attention to the stinging voice of the tourist guide, which is ahead of our group. We know why we are inexorably disconnecting from it more and more: "Thanks to the presence of fossil remains in the limestones, it is possible to trace back to the age of rocks formation. In fact, this deposition of so-sedimented sludge sludge continued for a Long time, calculable around several million years, in a period that in geology is called Cretaceous (from 135 to 65 million years). " We have just arrived in the famous 'Grave': a high natural skylight surrounded by a crown of holm oaks, evergreen oaks typical of the Apulian landscape. Our guide with a tense arm indicates with our fingers a group of mongoose stalagmite groups called "Cyclops", which for our good fortune can be observed very well because the day is very bright; Outside is very hot, while in here it is divinely ... By the way in the mind to tell the shape of the caves of Castellana, I forgot to write on my block-notes that the discoverers of these wonders of nature are Vito Matarrese, and Franco Anelli , The first was originally Castellana, which before the discovery of the caves was simply called so, while the latter was lodged. In this regard it is said that the origin of the official discovery of our caves had a very precise date, that is January 23, 1938, when Professor Anelli appeared on the edge of the Grave. The experienced speleologist professor was commissioned by the Provincial Tourism Organization of Bari and the Italian Institute of Speleology of Postumia to carry out research in order to enjoy the tourist experience of the area. However it is historically documented that the first descent into the caves was made on December 21, 1800, the second in 1847. While encyclopedic thickness is the legends flourished on the caves of Castellana, affecting before their discovery, forIf you have to write but a novel at least one long story. Leave our odious cyclists, let's go down the caves, and finally I got away from Barbara, because she was becoming an extremely sticky ivy. I still do not understand why ... I actually think I'm beginning to understand ... I'm really upset about what's happening to me for the first time in life, but at the same time it is also curious to know how it might end, since I'm a single . Anyway, every now and then I keep quietly bending in the hope of finding the letter to get me out. Unfortunately, I can not find her, and in the meantime I have been reached by my sweet ... friend, who murmurs with a whispered expression on her face: "Where did you end up? You wanted to get rid of me so easily ..." "But no ... but no, I was just checking some stalagmites, because I have to do a favor with a friend you do not know ..." "Excuse me, you know what the favor you are doing to him, so I'll help you." "Um ... um, I'm finding a cue in the caves to deliver it." "It's okay, help me, so do not let me go." "I do not see anything wrong if you help me, from now on I look closely at the right side of the avenues that we will cross, you look at that left, so maybe you will stop thinking about my fine thighs in the wind." She pretended to be offended and made an expression of her height, making her even more sweet than she was, exclaiming: "Dear you are terrible, you are offending at all. I'm not jealous for others to observe your thighs ..." "A ... I would say well!" And we walked in for the cave's interior avenues; This time she went ahead, so I hoped there would have been no misunderstanding between us. Going beyond the "Hercules columns" that represent the division between the outer and inner caves, in fact beyond which the sunlight is no longer seen. We walked through the "Black Cave", and we reached the "Lupa Cave", a stalactic-stalagmitic formation that reminds of the famous cape of the capitol; Along with it there are two tiny stalagmites that are associated with famous Romulus and Remo infants. Barbara, while we are admiring these masterpieces of nature, tells me, twisting her gorgeous neck to murmur, gently in my left ear: "How nice to suck your boobs, how would the two Roman heroes do ..." I reply with a smile, "Do not you just have to do it when you were a little girl? Now we have to think that we are sucking our breasts to breastfeed our unborn." She pretends to bend to look under the Lupa, she murmurs: "But go ... but go ... what do you think now ... try to run your imagination instead of saying things down!" I, for the sake of greater security, turned away from her, and I tried to explore as much as possible the gossips around us, but not even the shadows. We finally came to the "Monument Cave", which has a height of about forty meters. There are great statuary groups in it, including the camel, the castle, and a group of cacti. On the right wall, a twelve-meter-high column highlights the idea of the grandeur of the cave. I'm doing my best to look for the damn ticket, while Barbara follows me as if I wanted to darken my legs to the present. To tell the truth when I stop looking, she bends to look better; So in general a little help despite all I'm getting. We reached the corridor called "The Angel"; I know my friend is ever more impatient, maybe he would like to confess things I'm not ready to listen to at this moment ... so I'm as far away as possible but I'm bending as little as possible to not arouse a useless jealousy in her. I'm just feeling our guide who with clear and strong voice is explaining that this corridor is characterized by spikes and pinnacles, and that looks like an aisle in a Gothic cathedral, where you can imagine many Baroque decorations. Thinking that sometimes nature can copy man-made art incredibly. My friend is murmuring in my ear that even here there is no trace of what we are looking forward to, then with my tongue licking my earphone, I'm careful not to notice it from anyone. So walking by walking, peering into all the carcass of the karst group we are visiting with renewed cultural interest, since I have noticed that for many of us it is not the first time that they thrive in so much beauty, down here in the bowels of the earth. We reached the "Civetta Cave", and it is interesting to observe above all its ceiling; In fact we are all with the nose up to see along a rays a long series of stalactites that resemble trine and beautiful lace. They are placed in the same orientation axis along which the entire cave system is developed; From the Grave to the last cave on the main branch, "Cave of the Dome": from North West to the Southeast. There is also a composite group of stalagmites, whose base is the owl, the sacred animal of the god Minerva, named after the cave. Another noteworthy point is the left wall, on which the signs of ancient collapses are evident, the fallen boulders are now scattered in the center of the cave, dividing it almost in two parts. Now I and my friend (?) Barbara are peering under the ones we are in our reach to find the damned-or blessed-letter. I feel new and upsetting feelings that are emerging in me, and I'm almost sure, even in her. But unfortunately we can not find anything. Now I've been headed for a small, but hard-to-find search, namely whether among the present is the now famous Aurora Notti. Guess what I want to find out? Fixing all those who are looking at me more than they owe. I did this for not knowing how much time, but until this moment I'm taking notes, to keep the word given to Marino, I could not find anything interesting. I'm noticing at my expense that Notti are very wise, but you never know, should only make one mistake ... I can make a great favor to my great friend Marino. However for some time Barbara does not bother me anymore, and this behavior is giving me a bit of discomfort; Will I become even a little jealous? Mah ... I would not know ... Now we are at the end of the cave, and you have the impression that the cave is over, but after passing a narrow passage, you suddenly find yourself in front of a new corridor. Right now Barbara is approaching me, complaining, "Uhh ... I'm tired, this damn miss is not ... and I also have the impression that you're getting colder with me." I respond with the sweetest voice possible: "No dear, do not worry I understand everything, but now let's concentrate on the search for the ticket, then I'll visit the caves at home to clear everything with a lot, but a lot of calm as Maybe you would like it. " "Okay ... okay ... and it's gone away from me." I am faced with the "Nativity", that is, the shape of a niche where solitary is a stalagmite that remembers the Mother of Jesus; And with my new feelings I am wondering if I'm sinning or not. Definitely how the Catholic Church thinks it, yes! Turning to the left we are lurking tall tortile columns, similar to those of a baroque temple unexpectedly we find ourselves in the "snake corridor", just above me I seem to see a big cobra. That more than I assault me would like to harass me as he did to Adam and Eve in the earthly paradise, this action given to the surrounding seems to me more than appropriate ... Ah Barbarella, Barbarella, what are you thinking about right now? Now I'm sadly looking at him with his eyes as he moves away and approaches me, preventing me from bending, perhaps the moment when he would only watch my thighs, without the presence of anybody around us! Anyway, it should be pointed out once again that this shameful letter does not even see the shadow! Now, however, I begin to suspect that maybe we will find it in the beautiful white cave, because some bitch daughter in our group will deposit it in one of these gorgeous bridges. At the end of the bridge, where the short side of the "Small Paradise "that retains corners rich in extraordinary calcite crystals, is the" altar cave ". Here, the tall, very thin stalagmites that touch the ceiling are compared to the candles of a temple and, to increase the suggestion, behind a powerful column, it seems to see the shape of a friar, kneeling in prayer. In addition to the usual Inspection control, I'm thinking: Who knows if the presumed friar we are watching, as soon as he finishes praying, may bless a new love that is rising in the Caves of Castellana ... although this love is not the classic one that everyone imagines. Barbara, as if listening to what I'm thinking, kneels to better look at the territory, I with great malice I go behind her and caress her back back by entering with her right hand in her pantacollant, even further down ... exactly right there , In the millstone of the temple of desire, and I kept caressing ever stronger, until I wet my fingers and almost my whole hand. Of course, in making these movements I did not notice anyone. Going from the top to the bottom of the wall that looks like the chimney, you can see the various passages scattered by the water, which in their flow opens in succession new ways of outflow: from under the vault, the oldest of all , To the one represented by the bowling alley at the bottom of the cave, the most recent one. At this time we are almost in religious silence toward the "cave of the precipice", to reach it we have to cross the "new corridor": a small passage very rich Of artificially expanded concretions, it continues to the level of the plan and it leads to another vortex called the precipice. From here begins the return path for those who choose the short itinerary; Ie for those who would not want to continue to observe the White Cave. Barbara, meanwhile, murmurs with a longing for desire in her left ear: "Never because we do not go back? Love, I can not wait to be alone with you!" Already, if I felt well, he first called me Love, I want to listen to her and escape with her, but the commitment I have taken to Marino Marzo's naive must be maintained at all costs, so I tell her Sighing: "Barbarella, Barbarella, you have to have a little patience, then I think we will see Heaven together through a Purple ceiling, as the famous and beautiful song written and sung by Gino Paoli, but also by Mina." Meanwhile, the guide is telling us: "... that the great landslide on the upper level goes down to the Precipice ..." But behind a column we kiss with all the ardor possible ... and I appreciate his hands that are always caressing me more and more insistent The most interesting things Mother Nature has given me, and that from now on I swear will be just her. By the way I noticed that she is a lot, but much more experienced than me to do certain things ..., she is able in a short time to make me feel crazy ... of so much desire! I'm sure that with another part of my body I could try the diapason of love, guess what? Now my tongue is turning around without sinking, I doubt that it is a well-tried tactic to force me to want it a lot. I made an important decision when I pulled the trailer at home as a sex slave, as I'm sure she will do it with me. I do not know how much willpower we had to detach us after scandalizing only the last defective of A row of Sunday tourists who are seriously appreciating the beauty of our karst complex and do not give up on effusions that can be done comfortably at home. But in my opinion it would be nice to love And in Castellana's caves, at least it would be a beautiful act that will not be forgotten for the rest of life. Then if this love is sinful it is even more beautiful ... Another place where it would be nice to make eternal love and not, it is beneath Trulli of Alberobello; But this is another story. At this moment, with the holy patience, we are moving toward the "Desert Hall". In fact, after passing the stairs we find ourselves in a short distance to a cave that looks completely different from the ones visited so far. The underground stream, excavated along a pronounced fracture line that is recognized under the vault, proceeds for about 400 meters between the vertical walls, in the corridor almost bare of concretions. Clearly visible, on the walls, the erosion patterns caused by the sliding of groundwater compressed by the nearby rocky shores. Most prevalent in this section are the brown and ocher colors and often, underneath the vault, the recurring black traces caused by bark excrement. Barbara confesses to me: "I treasure this place because I'm afraid of it, and yet the other times I visited the caves did not make me hot or cold." "Dear, maybe you are undergoing the first sensations of falling in love, then I can be sure you will not plant it in ace afterwards." "Certainly Catia, you will not get rid of me so easily, but you have to promise me that from now on you will not wear the scandalous red-haired miniskirts." "All right, all right ... but you know that we women know more than the devil ... so we should find a way out." The path of the desert corridor, which is very wavy, comes with another short descent, at its epilogue, marked by a large fallen boulder (witnessed by the stalactites that had grown to the base that are now visible in a strongly inclined position) that seems to be Once again, forbidding our journey. It is almost useless to note that we did everything to see if the missus was hidden, creating some hilarity among the present. Of course the path we are doing is partially free, so we are introduced by the gentle guide in a room that takes the name of Cortina. At this time we are looking at white curtains, representing the kingdom of the almond. After the beautiful saletta we also overlook the petrified lake, and finally we are at the "Milan Cathedral Those who have never visited the caves will most likely not believe it, but this time nature has done the miracle of copying the main facade of a cathedral that is many miles from my country; He even tried to copy even the famous madonna. But first I saw a white-colored stalagmite like a medusa, exactly what I think is Barbara as I grow strong in it, making me appreciate once again the hardness of her soft feminine shapes. Walking on a narrow path; Where it is easier to take advantage of the circumstances to unleash the imagination that Barbarella is now doing; You go under the "Pluto throne". It is a recess in the right wall similar to a throne dedicated to the God of Hades, brother of Jupiter and Neptune who reigned in the afterlife. And here is the "Inferno" near, this is a well that is open under us transitable thanks to a bridge suspended fifteen meters from the bottom. We would note that we could not miss a reference to Dante Alighieri who turns our backs on us. Maybe he does it because he is scandalized for what I'm doing sneakily to my sweet friend! So irresistible are my instincts for her that I'm repeating the same things I did before, but this time with her tongue with her pantacollant all down, finding us hidden behind a big stalagmite. There we could, she could not miss The Pisa's tower". The cave where we have the honor to stand is full of eccentric stalactites. The cave is named after a collapsed column that hangs due to a remote rocky settlement. Behind the "Tower of Pisa" there is a short lateral groove of caves, rich in crystal ponds and an infinite variety of stalactites and curtains. The wide cave crosses a narrow passage, where to tell the truth to me and my friend it would not be okay to pass because an unsustainable libido is renewed, but we pass it on, though, because the circumstances are forced, but Also because it's fun to go. We descend a few steps, looking down at the left we notice a small pond filled with dripping water dropped by stalactites, which persists due to the impermeability of the bottom of the small basin, whose walls are entirely covered by a whole series of large crystals Calcite scalenoedrico. In the limpid waters of the pond it is reflected a rich blossoming of eccentric stalactites. After leaving the pond, we climb a short flight of stairs and finally reach the famous "