Thierry and Pina. . . TyPes by Kite. . . or at least so we like to believe. . . in truth playful game TyPes. . . in practice 2 grown babies. . . in height. . . but with the same desire to have a good time, to amaze and to surprise of that same babies NOT grown. . . in height. . .
We live in a fantastic city – Torino – with an only enormous gigantic flaw. . . THERE'S NOT PRACTICALLY NEVER WIND. . . and when it throws wind, IT THROWS AWAY OF EVERYTHING, including the tool of our fun, l’aquilone, the kite, le cerf-volant.
The kite : this stranger. . .
Because of this he treats: an extraneous that we believe to know and that, when we think about having understood, it leaves us with a palm of nose. . . for the precision with a pug nose. . . or with the nose to the down, if by now it is ended to earth!
It falls, he capsizes, it doesn't take off, it does whatever it wants. . . Rarely everything goes as you would want and also when this happens, it is often only matter of fortune. At least so it is for us. . . But the fun is also in this: to succeed in things that up to yesterday they seemed impossible and that today incredibly they seem easy.
One line, two lines, three lines, four lines, acrobatic, static, sail, revolution, fightere, dyna, single, train, paper, spinnaker, indoor. . . it is never finished learning, discovering new techniques of flight or construction, new models or new ways to fly. . .
But of this there will be way of disquisire in the other places / sites / pages. . . Let's head back to the TyPes by Kite, that's us. . .
Experienced kiters?. . . you know. . . exceptional builders?. . . bèh. . . amazing pilots?. . . Let us overcome that. . .
We say that some buns succeed with the hole and others no. . . however we are having a great time. . .
With whom? Alone, but especially in company of that fantastic characters that crowds all those festivals of the air of which above; in more recent times with our fellows of adventure in Team. . . Chantal & Fred... our French counterpart in the world of the acrobatic kites.
When? The ideal would be always, but the meteorological time often plays ugly jokes and therefore often from this we are limited. . . because if the sun shines, there is not the wind, and if there is wind even it rains, and if there is the sun and the wind even you don't have with you the correct kite. . .
Insomma, essere aquilonisti è un duro lavoro!
In short, to be kiters is a hard job?
I go to reread. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ronf . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ronf ronf . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . hi hi hi . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . ah that's . . . . . . we are Thierry and Pina. . . TyPes by Kite. . . that's big talk. . .
We are those with the white T-shirt with the writing FreeVola - or with the red plush with the writing FreeVola!!!... or with the black jacket. . . with the writing FreeVola... (it depends on the cold) - that they hop around relentlessy ( so much a long time ago. . . buuh! ! ! now some less untiring ones and some more troubled!) here and there on the field of flight. . .
. . . to fly, you will say. . .
. . . not really, I say. . .
Thierry, my beloved husband (for difference I am Pina, the fantastic / exceptional wife (! ! !) ) is which one that he races on one side to the other of the field of flight to help this to withdraw the enormous kite because there is too much wind, that one to throw out the inflatable one because there is the correct wind, and that other one still careereding for the slopes of the Everest without net or walking across the Torino-Savona highway because the line is broken and it is too bad. . . .
In short he helps everybody. . ., except me of course, his wife, sourse, after thekite, of joy life and spiritual-metaphysical comfort and not. And sometimes he also flies. . . and he succeeds well almost always. . . also when it doesn't have idea of thing it holds in hand!
Beginner's luck? It's too late. . .
Skill of the expert? Too soon for this strong word. . .
Unknown genetic ability? Maybe. . . I don't know. . . thing is he flies. . . I would say nearly with every thing. . . above all with what I have laboriously mounted on just and alone Me. . .
Yes. . . because I'am also here. . . Kiter by accident? No, by necessity! ! !
I had to choose whether to race in continuation before and back on the field of flight to pick up then the kite of the inexperienced consort – by now qualified / almost / around kiter – or to race before and back ( do yoy remember the “hard job of kiter”? ) on the field of flight to pick up mine of kite!
And yes. . . because my beloved ( is rumored that I love him very much ) husband never help me! ! !
Anyway, je suis Pina (please. . . not quote me Fantozzi! ! !).
Little words to recognize me on the field of flight: I am that one with the kite eternally to earth because the wind doesn't exhale, on the tree of forehead because I have not understood whether to turn to the correct moment, down for the valley because it needed “to release line” and not “to throw”, in sea because the line was too much thin and it is broken. . .But sometimes flight also me! It succeeds me pretty good in team, also because in the chaos of the lines ache is understood whose the kite is out of the choir. . . less well by single, also because after laboriously having opened the kite, stretched the lines, returned back because the kite is mounted on contrarily, ristretched the lines, changed the same lines because they are not proper, ristretched the lines, returned back because the kite has been moved by the wind, put again to place the lines. . . in short when I have succeeded in making to hover my kite happy as a butterfly in the impending skies - without besides cutting the lines of anybody neither the heads ! ! - that's him. . . He. . . Thierry. . . my husband. . . <<let me feel ?>>. . . I feel me veeeery near to another kiter of my knowledge. . .
By the way. . . Ciao, You know that I speak of You! ! !
Well who are we have told it more or less. . .
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