Giuseppe Pansardi

Inspired from the story Phantom by Susan Kay. ***************************** After taking over from senior architect Giuseppe, Quade and his apprentices traveled to France to complete a contract which was to build a Opera for the entire country and beyond to indulge in. Becoming the owner of the Opera he was known as the best Musical Genius of all time. The world praised his unique operas and astounding music. But even though he was admired by all, he rarely appeared in public. People became curious and debated about his choice of living in solitude. Though Quade found a new life he still chose to conceal his deformity, not yet trusting mankind. He only had one desire: to find his Angel of music, whom he can share his passion with and finally show his real self. Will Quade be capable to convince Annabel, the beautiful soprano, that she is destined to be his or will the dashing Patron de Changy have triumph once more? *************************************

Darkness is all she can see, Black color is strained on her future, But destiny's ray of light don't need eyes it's all in her faith. Sometimes you've to pass the most deadliest thorns to reach the beautiful flower Do looks even matter in love? Split during childhood Alessandre and Marina crave each other every day but when destiny takes them together again will they are able to recognize each other and will they accept each other??? ________________________________________ Marina is an innocent 19 years old girl she is a fantabulous piano player and taught little children piano Marina is nice to everyone but she can't see the world as she is visionless. Alessandre Giuseppe Stefano is the God of the underworld he is ruthless, merciless, and moreover a mafia boss. He never show pity nor he think before destroying anyone. _________________________________________ "One day I'll find you One day you'll be mine again I'll protect you Just wait for that day la Farfalla" Alessandre said to himself

about deadly diseases and ways to avoid them. Fake news is a problem and the government has been trying to combat it. In the thousands of links I scan through, my heart flutters as I spot our name. “Don’t trust what the government says about Monkey Pox. See attached articles from the Turin Register” Clicking the link, I see a list of familiar headlines: The Dark Hand Behind the Government Reshuffle - Max Serafino Patient Malpractice Allegations Covered up by Health Authorities - Max Serafino Pandemic Recommendations Misguided - Max Serafino Corruption Exposed in Turin Government - Max Serafino Other articles Paulina was reading, those not to trust doctors and government health advice, often link to articles written by me and my colleagues. I stare at the pencil that sits on my desk where Giuseppe left it earlier. Behind me, I hear someone approach,and feel their hands on my shoulders. Giuseppe’s voice says, “And you thought you were superior to all of us, didn’t you?” “Is it all…?” I am about to ask an obvious question. But stop myself. I have bills to pay and a scarcity of other work alternatives. I sweep pointless self-doubt from my mind. Journalists report the news, we do not generate it. With a click of the mouse, I bring up today's police bulletin, and make proposals on which events we might cover for our prestigious 137-year-old newspaper to the Chief Editor. The next morning, a young journalist who normally sits besides me struts triumphantly through the news room greeting colleagues. Giuseppe gives him a thumbs up. I open the Turin Register's most viewed list, an online article, "Clickbait News Causes Scurvy in Italy's Auto Capital" is trending across the nation. I begin having regular dinners with Bruno. We talk about our old adventures in school, and about the state of the country, Bruno reminds me that a Political Science professor in University had taught us, "Every industry is selling a product, and at its core, the news industry sells fear." In the coming months the number of cases of maltrunition similar to Paulina's snowball across the nation. I noti

*[]⇇ “Nubian Pyramids, Meroe - Sudan..”* They may be smaller than their northern cousins ​​at Giza, but the Meroe pyramids in northern Sudan are still an impressive sight. For one thing, there are more of them - over 200 in total - and their steeper sides are pretty amazing. Most importantly, you will find them almost deserted. Meroe was the capital of the Kingdom of Kush, which was ruled by the ancient Nubian kings and queens from about 300 BC to beyond 300 AD. Like Egypt, the pyramids were the tombs of the Kingdom of Kush. If you are wondering why the tops of most of these pyramids were taken off, that was the work of the Italian explorer Giuseppe Ferlini, who spent much of his life in the eighties of the nineteenth century searching for treasures in those places.