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PIETRO DA BOLOGNA, MAYBE A YELLOW SOLVED

article published by Il Resto del Carlino 27.11.2008

were students together in classrooms dell'Alma Mater. Rinaldo da Concorezzo, the future archbishop of Ravenna, Dante Alighieri, Bertrand de Got, that would ascend the throne of Peter with the name of Clement V and Peter of Bologna, brother chaplain law specialist, Knight Templar.
The crucial period is the beginning of the fourteenth century Italy and Europe as they ignite the fires of knights who defended the Holy Sepulchre, accused of heresy and dispossessed of all property, according to the will of the pope, precisely Clemente V, and especially of the French King Philip the Fair.
The thread of a story is just amazing and obscure Peter of Bologna, one of four prosecutors that the 560 knights of the Order shall appoint as counsel to the process of Paris in 1310. And disappears into thin air on the night between 17 and 18 May of that year.

I believe that Peter will be saved, says Giampiero Bagni, 36, archaeologist and historical researcher, and have returned to Bologna, where the local processes taking place under the protection of the Knights Templar, discreet and effective, the archbishop of Ravenna culminated with the absolution of the Templars Bologna.
among whom there was a certain Peter of Monte Acuto. The tracks are thin, but solid. Bathrooms And Giampiero has followed tenaciously for three years, resulting in a booklet, precise details and nice, entitled Pietro da Bologna, the defender of the Templars. Published by Bononia University Press following Peter's archives between Ravenna and Bologna, acts of trials with lists of the knights, the steps of the seizures.

The conclusion is unpublished. I believe, says Bagni, which Pietro da Bologna, gone miserably from prison in Paris in May 1310 is the same Peter of Monte Acuto this year after the provincial council, which appears as preceptor of the Knights Templar to Bologna and Modena, and that is the himself mentioned in a document of 1616 dall'Alidosi like Peter Roda, who becomes a Knight of Malta, died in 13429 and is buried in the cemetery of Strada Maggiore.

article by Martina Spagnoli

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The small flower and its wonderful for me dew

There was once a little flower

... (Each story begins with respectable once upon a time ... ..
because the time I believe we need to put
things quite far from us to understand them) ...

I said ..

There was once a small flower,
snow-white bouquet.

This small flower loved waking
early to enjoy the freshness of morning dew.
He considered her little miracle, and she loved the idea of \u200b\u200bfalling asleep at night
with the knowledge to awaken the morning after the first hardened by the sun and refreshed by the dew.

His first thought in the morning and last evening was completely devoted to this.
At its purest dew that magic was there no questions asked, simply.

loved Flush small drops from the extremes of the petals to the cornea to create a small lake
for a few seconds, then gently slide down the shaft to reach the leaves.

Start your day in this way gave him the strength to face the daily hustle and bustle: butterflies of passage, simply weary travelers seeking rest or ready-pollinating bees.

Days went by and the little flower was still thrilled to see the beauty of that simple life.

Time passed and the beautiful spring followed by a sultry summer.
In the days when the heat was excessive, the small flower vanish sees its own miracle.
Everything seemed bigger, heavier and unsustainable. The dew was gone and everything seemed lost. Then they returned to cooler days and the dew came back as a promise of life.

The little flower that she thought the end was expected, would have to wait and enjoy even more of the day in which there was his beautiful dew.

passed quickly in the autumn, and winter came around and everything became white.
the little flower had only to the cornea as a watchful eye on little fog.
The days were long to pass strascorsi happy awakening and the last hardly be counted.
were moments of real despair. As if he had been by crossing each landmark.
He called loudly, shouting into the void his pain. He could not understand what he could do because he was there with him had never asked why he was there and how to keep it with you.
asked each bee, fly or anyone passing by. No one could tell him anything.
The small flower attached to the living memories of his beautiful dew
and just when everything seemed lost, a morning dew returned.

The small flower jealously retained the lessons learned in that long winter, he realized that there are times when you can not do anything but sit around waiting with confidence in the heart because if it is well placed, sooner or later something will happen.

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