Dadabadà
makes a cold absurd. One of those cold that makes you say "a cold so I've never heard" .'s raining, as if not more. Looking out the window and see flashing lights that, to join them, Read "Congratulations!" . Written as it becomes less clear due to breath fogs the glass. Breath . In fact, he feels only one in this room today, so quiet. It 's a period a bit 'sad, I say. There are a couple of things that are superimposed on those days. It was so cold that I had never heard that evening. No it was not raining, and the Christmas tree in front of the room he was not decorated. Oh, but the Iron Maiden back to the Gods? Of course it can not be more ... Behold, at that moment, as we talked out there and I noticed that tree, I thought you were beautiful. So, suddenly, I was reminded that time. That horrendous period for both that we were found, one evening. Nothing happened that night and I did not regretted it. We were just hugging, all night. So much heat, but white and harmless, and the next day we were better. Some signal There was also, but nothing happened because it was too early for my vision of things. Then others would have made a different argument to me does not matter. Although it is clear that it was better as it went. You have crowned your dream of love in the end. Not me, though, of course, my certainly could not be called "dream of love." That evening, your dream, seemed to be gone permanently shattered. Although you are beautiful, even though you are a friend of mine, of course you're not my type. I can see someone who gives me crazy, because if I did not go well even then you are right to be told "You do not go well, 96% of the girls!" . That evening, just as the evening a year and a half ago, however, you were beautiful. And when you look back, and I'm thinking a few days, there is no repentance, but rather, I feel a sense of complicity before that last night was certainly not embraced. I wonder if every time you happen to think about it and if you tell him, anyway, I think one thing that united us then and, in a sense, he unites us even now. I notice when I talk about certain things and you light up the eyes. In those moments, I think, or at least I like to think, it happens sometimes to think back to that night. There is this Santa Claus across the street looking at me, in one hand a lot in the other a bell. It 'a lot' dream. Dreams harmless, everyday situations. What really worries me is that in every dream, there is one person that should not be there. The absurd thing, in hindsight, is that in the dream are aware of this. But the thing that is sending me into a beast that is in my dream last night, we were about ten around a table, and she scrawled on a notebook, as if no one saw her. If I do I do, and what I read, and she does not realize is that it says: "Contact. Call me." . Then with a tire begins to clear, for fear of being seen. Well, this thing today is not giving me peace. There is a cold as I had never heard outside. Thoughts, so many, and it's raining. Rain slow and persistent, all around. That Santa Claus the other side of the road, I have to look a certain quizzically because it seems to me: "What can I say I? Look what a beautiful sound ..."
Monday, December 17, 2007
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
How To Take Burn Marks Off A Flat Iron
SONG
I longed for the snow
I want so much to get to dream about.
I want
Because snow can hide everything,
hoped I fell on my frozen heart
hiding from view,
but not the memory,
the wounds that I have been made,
those that I have inflicted
and those,
that, painfully,
I inflicted on others.
now my heart stopped beating for so ...
are no longer able to love.
...
Or perhaps
than they have ever been.
are probably already dead.
I always have been.
Yet
now
raising my sad eyes
the night sky
my soul sings with joy
a tune I know by heart
making me thank.
under these stars,
under this rain of light,
to be alive,
be able to witness again
at the rising of the moon
raising ,
with her,
my old song
moment to praise perfetto.
Il mio cantico.
La mia preghiera.
La voluta di stelle che ,
più vive di me ,
assistono alla mia morte
Saturday, December 1, 2007
Black People With Ear Gauges
Moby Dick, the reading. The radio
Sunday I went to see this
Sunday I went to see this
.
the Auditorium of Rome is a spectacular place. One hallway leads to three large semi-circular rooms that compose it. Along this corridor there is also room for more little ones theaters, exhibitions of paintings, rare books, photography. Turn in there is a good way to kill time before the show begins, and as you look around casually, you can run into written like this:
However, after having traveled quite a bit, and pick up your ticket,
I placed in front the staircase leading to the theater
few years ago, there were the Totem. Theater in which Alexander, assisted by others, explaining the music, but especially read. She was born there, reading this page. The success was enormous. The basic idea is simple: choose a work, read some basic steps and from there to explain the author's poetic with a side of anecdotes about the book but not all. Then he wrote City, half bottle, the way I see it. Thus, the somersault of Acrobat: extrapolate the small western stories in the book and read it. A theater. With the Air to do the soundtrack. Even a CD has been made. Earlier, in an old Totem, the Iliad. That piece there, I know almost by heart. And today, Moby Dick, the most difficult, he said. But on the other hand, if the end should be, whether with a bang. Yes, because water has passed under the bridge and today reading "also make them to school on my son" - says. So, reading Moby Dick closes a journey that began many years ago. Now "is switch to another "just as Stefano Benni, with him to read Moby Dick with Paolo Rossi and Clive Russell, mocks the next project of Alexander, a project that will take the stage and he Joyce's Ulysses, Stephen, read only vowels. Now I stand here to tell word for word how it went. It would take me a couple of hours, maybe. What I know, just like when I went on reading the story from City and the Iliad, is that I feel more wealthy . Now I know much of a book without reading it. The downside is that it certainly will not read. For City was different, but the Iliad, as well as for Moby Dick that is, essentially, in those books if I do not care about anything. I was not there for the book or the story, but because he told me he would . I know most of the Iliad to hear her read from him for what lasciatomi from school. Ditto for Moby Dick. And believe me, I know more than I could learn just by reading it. Clive Russell, Stefano Benni and Paul Smith are three very different characters and it seems strange that share the same stage. Yet all three embody the different literary styles with which you wrote Moby Dick. Paolo Rossi is primarily Ishmael, the young man who embarks on a ship of Captain Ahab. He recounts that at the end of the Antarctic. And just as in book its engagement is more like a skit for a comedy rather than a scene from a book that he aspired to imitate the plays of Shakespeare, so Paul Smith from his best well-supported by three musicians. Laughter for a good forty minutes: Paul imitates gives each character a different voice every so often wrong, no one knows whether by choice or spontaneously. And all of this clashes terribly with the thoughts of Captain Ahab when we set sail, brought to light by Stefano Benni one who knew his books, I never expected such a dramatic reading. "I do not want men on the boat who are not afraid of a whale" ... And in the end, Captain Ahab in the voice of Clive Russell. He, Alex, takes themselves the first of the three-hour show: some parts of the law, he stops, he explains, as he can make the seasons of anecdotes, with a mastery of the language is that of his books. And there, while talking, exactly, but with the passion of those who loved him the book, you know how they are born the lips of Jun, Hector Horeau, Crystal Palace, the Silk Road and the reference to the Castles of Anger, and Elisewin seventh room, Nina and Shatzy - Shatzy! - until last. So, suddenly, it becomes clear. An hour to explain the Moby Dick first let us see through Rossi, Benni and Russell. And before closing his speech, a warning: the last part will be read in English. Subtitled. Then, slowly, disappear even subtitles, so you grasp what Moby Dick has made the greatest novel ever written in English: The sound how it was written. And finally, after three hours, applause. All four on stage and he, Alexander, before going out, shakes his fist and shows it to someone, behind the scenes. He does not like to be seen, but that I am standing and I'm about to leave, I see it. And do not you explain, then and there. I mean, this person did bring in his talent. He wanted to try to make literature in theaters, on television even gliel'hanno and made do. He stopped when he wanted, even though people ask him loudly. He wanted to try writing in a newspaper. Every Wednesday, the first La Stampa, La Repubblica then, not just any two newspapers, gave him the chance to write what he wanted what he wanted. The Barnum born in those years. Then he returned to write an essay, in installments, Dickens was not even, again on La Repubblica: The barbarians. From where, then, a book. Certainly easier to read a column a week on a newspaper. Now he has made a film, by director: Lesson 21. The first performance of Beethoven's Ninth, to which must be especially set since every time the municipality. Let's face it: whatever he wants to do, there is someone willing to let them. In such a situation, everything I'm thinking unless he exult at the end of the third reading of the replica. By bus, while I go back to the station, I think about it, what comes to mind is that, actually, you can not help but cheer when they are about four people (Sunday we were a thousand, I suppose that in the three previous evenings, more or less There was the same number of people) are willing to sit three hours without break, to hear four people who read. Especially if after two and a half hours that you are there, you decide that reading should be in English and for good twenty minutes there are even subtitles. Yet people did not move an inch until the very end, to the applause. And then maybe yes, this is the case for celebration. Maybe not so striking, but a little 'hidden behind the scenes while back. Just to say that yes, the idea worked and four thousand people, glued to the chair, they understood what's so great in Moby Dick as to be considered the greatest novel written in English. And to make him understand, you could not help but in the end it read in that language. It was indeed risky and could be a flop. And you know, the big flops as successes, are enormous, not things to laugh about. On Sunday, then, with the football league, a thousand people in a theater closed for three hours. Oh. Instead, he has won and then yes, we beat a handful closed to who knows whom. For me, however, had gone, he would have won anyway. Why, again, I know a lot of things about a book that I have ever read. But it's like you did. One Sunday afternoon in the championship, in a theater.
the Auditorium of Rome is a spectacular place. One hallway leads to three large semi-circular rooms that compose it. Along this corridor there is also room for more little ones theaters, exhibitions of paintings, rare books, photography. Turn in there is a good way to kill time before the show begins, and as you look around casually, you can run into written like this:
However, after having traveled quite a bit, and pick up your ticket,
I placed in front the staircase leading to the theater
few years ago, there were the Totem. Theater in which Alexander, assisted by others, explaining the music, but especially read. She was born there, reading this page. The success was enormous. The basic idea is simple: choose a work, read some basic steps and from there to explain the author's poetic with a side of anecdotes about the book but not all. Then he wrote City, half bottle, the way I see it. Thus, the somersault of Acrobat: extrapolate the small western stories in the book and read it. A theater. With the Air to do the soundtrack. Even a CD has been made. Earlier, in an old Totem, the Iliad. That piece there, I know almost by heart. And today, Moby Dick, the most difficult, he said. But on the other hand, if the end should be, whether with a bang. Yes, because water has passed under the bridge and today reading "also make them to school on my son" - says. So, reading Moby Dick closes a journey that began many years ago. Now "is switch to another "just as Stefano Benni, with him to read Moby Dick with Paolo Rossi and Clive Russell, mocks the next project of Alexander, a project that will take the stage and he Joyce's Ulysses, Stephen, read only vowels. Now I stand here to tell word for word how it went. It would take me a couple of hours, maybe. What I know, just like when I went on reading the story from City and the Iliad, is that I feel more wealthy . Now I know much of a book without reading it. The downside is that it certainly will not read. For City was different, but the Iliad, as well as for Moby Dick that is, essentially, in those books if I do not care about anything. I was not there for the book or the story, but because he told me he would . I know most of the Iliad to hear her read from him for what lasciatomi from school. Ditto for Moby Dick. And believe me, I know more than I could learn just by reading it. Clive Russell, Stefano Benni and Paul Smith are three very different characters and it seems strange that share the same stage. Yet all three embody the different literary styles with which you wrote Moby Dick. Paolo Rossi is primarily Ishmael, the young man who embarks on a ship of Captain Ahab. He recounts that at the end of the Antarctic. And just as in book its engagement is more like a skit for a comedy rather than a scene from a book that he aspired to imitate the plays of Shakespeare, so Paul Smith from his best well-supported by three musicians. Laughter for a good forty minutes: Paul imitates gives each character a different voice every so often wrong, no one knows whether by choice or spontaneously. And all of this clashes terribly with the thoughts of Captain Ahab when we set sail, brought to light by Stefano Benni one who knew his books, I never expected such a dramatic reading. "I do not want men on the boat who are not afraid of a whale" ... And in the end, Captain Ahab in the voice of Clive Russell. He, Alex, takes themselves the first of the three-hour show: some parts of the law, he stops, he explains, as he can make the seasons of anecdotes, with a mastery of the language is that of his books. And there, while talking, exactly, but with the passion of those who loved him the book, you know how they are born the lips of Jun, Hector Horeau, Crystal Palace, the Silk Road and the reference to the Castles of Anger, and Elisewin seventh room, Nina and Shatzy - Shatzy! - until last. So, suddenly, it becomes clear. An hour to explain the Moby Dick first let us see through Rossi, Benni and Russell. And before closing his speech, a warning: the last part will be read in English. Subtitled. Then, slowly, disappear even subtitles, so you grasp what Moby Dick has made the greatest novel ever written in English: The sound how it was written. And finally, after three hours, applause. All four on stage and he, Alexander, before going out, shakes his fist and shows it to someone, behind the scenes. He does not like to be seen, but that I am standing and I'm about to leave, I see it. And do not you explain, then and there. I mean, this person did bring in his talent. He wanted to try to make literature in theaters, on television even gliel'hanno and made do. He stopped when he wanted, even though people ask him loudly. He wanted to try writing in a newspaper. Every Wednesday, the first La Stampa, La Repubblica then, not just any two newspapers, gave him the chance to write what he wanted what he wanted. The Barnum born in those years. Then he returned to write an essay, in installments, Dickens was not even, again on La Repubblica: The barbarians. From where, then, a book. Certainly easier to read a column a week on a newspaper. Now he has made a film, by director: Lesson 21. The first performance of Beethoven's Ninth, to which must be especially set since every time the municipality. Let's face it: whatever he wants to do, there is someone willing to let them. In such a situation, everything I'm thinking unless he exult at the end of the third reading of the replica. By bus, while I go back to the station, I think about it, what comes to mind is that, actually, you can not help but cheer when they are about four people (Sunday we were a thousand, I suppose that in the three previous evenings, more or less There was the same number of people) are willing to sit three hours without break, to hear four people who read. Especially if after two and a half hours that you are there, you decide that reading should be in English and for good twenty minutes there are even subtitles. Yet people did not move an inch until the very end, to the applause. And then maybe yes, this is the case for celebration. Maybe not so striking, but a little 'hidden behind the scenes while back. Just to say that yes, the idea worked and four thousand people, glued to the chair, they understood what's so great in Moby Dick as to be considered the greatest novel written in English. And to make him understand, you could not help but in the end it read in that language. It was indeed risky and could be a flop. And you know, the big flops as successes, are enormous, not things to laugh about. On Sunday, then, with the football league, a thousand people in a theater closed for three hours. Oh. Instead, he has won and then yes, we beat a handful closed to who knows whom. For me, however, had gone, he would have won anyway. Why, again, I know a lot of things about a book that I have ever read. But it's like you did. One Sunday afternoon in the championship, in a theater.
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TRC 25/11 and post fair XD
XD Well yes, after almost a week I decided to make this post finalemnte XDXDXD!
What about the fair was XD XD was so beautiful I wanted to do mokona XD and I'm glad that Podda has paid for me to be black mokona Podda * O * ... do not know how you made me happy XD
As the slit, there is to say, I arrived to make the holiday last XDXDXDXD mwahahahah when ever I do things calmly and times? but after all this is part of the good things from
cosplay XD I never thought I could do But I met Wren *_______________* Of how much I love this woman ... she and her acting XD, poor thing, I tormented throughout the show .. every time I saw her greet her with a "Kuro-Myuuu" or similar titles XD poor poor poor girl .. likely to have had murderous instincts in me .... XD
Come on, it was really a wonderful show XD!
I have taken well to the TRC artbook XD * _ * cost me a bunch but I've got fattaXD ... Clamp how much I love ... probably too XD ... but I can not help it XD. Lately
nemeno not in the mood for poetry ...
matter how happy they are not the appropriate stage XD .. Or is the work that is killing me ... probably a mix between the two ... maybe I was abducted by aliens and I have my porated via component emo °_°.../ panic / XD ... No
is impossible .. I'm writing an acting emo and A / U TRC .. so my part is still Emo XD lol XD.
ç_ç Damn how I wanted to show that there were also nee-chan Yuffie and Nan ... girls ... I heard your lack ç_ç but I got both a gift XDXDXDXD !!!!!! Yay! ... little ... it is true .. but it is thought that counts right?? XD
.. goes well, it's time to stop sclero this XD so I'm going to bed .. Domna if not in place to make packages ni sleep XDXDXDXDXD Mwahahah
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Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Hacks For Credit Poptropica
Last night I allowed myself one thing that I did not do for some time. Not that it's something, but it was a little bit, quite a lot, that did not do it. I took the car, at night, and I turned to the semi-desert country. Outside, a cold. I remember years ago when I was a little sad, it was what I was doing more often. Strictly winter. Not that here there is a winter such as freezing, but the fact that it was winter, it was cold, contributed to the atmosphere, so to speak. At the time we had a Panda. Old ones: no electronic ignition. If you wanted to leave, cold, had to pull the air and wait a while you warm up. Flying in hard plastic, not coated, frozen to the touch. I waited for those four or five minutes, we left. Heating old type: red lever on, fan on the two, and as much as possible the right hand on the nozzle of the air, to warm a bit. Ten minutes, and the interior was totally hot. And you too. Of course, music. Here, only that it was in full CD in the car was equipped only with an old radio cassette player with the inability to hear things so recent, unless you get there and pour tape the contents of the CD. All this, of course, before that wonderful invention that is "-with-the-box jack-up-where-you-can-attack-mp3-cd-any external audio source." And then, before alternating with old boxes, then more and more often to listen only to the radio. Rock Radio. All this, if you will, very decadent out the cold, desert country, radio is on, DJ music and talking. Classical music, music elite, or at least non-commercial music. E 'in those years that I discovered Van Der Graaf Generator, Porcupine Tree, the music of Zappa, Weather Report. In the meantime, your thoughts run, maybe a little sad when the radio messages arrive mockery the Berlusconi government, people stuck in GRA. And your country at this hour: the desert. A lot of messages sent to treottonovenovecentoseiseicento, while standing still at the port, to request this or that song, the greeting that song live, and sometimes I will also pass. Greetings also to the silent listeners. Those who do not phone, do not write emails, do not send messages. Only listen. At that time, except on weekends, is Prince Faster to turn the discs. And then the crazy publicity about concerts or parties organized in the capital, the work of DJ Armandino and Orestes. I always hoped that someone registers those hilarious commercials and put them online. At the end became a good habit in the evening, take the car, wander around aimlessly for the country listening to Radio Rock. At home, the radio ever. Do not remember exactly when I stopped. Maybe when you're happy and you lose this kind of thing and then you find it difficult to find them. It 's the price you pay for happiness. The fact is that yesterday evening, after the time that I promised myself, I left home, bitterly cold, and in the car listening to Radio Rock. Of course, something has changed: instead of the Panda is a Micra, and starts immediately and not have to wait at all and the steering wheel is comfortable. The warm air, that, fortunately, the old way. Wishing you have air conditioning. Wanting. And then the radio. Digital Radio put on Rock, you pass the written and telephone number on the display. If desired, there is a cd player and mp3. Wanting. But not tonight: Rock Radio. Prince Faster And always there, at that time. He joked a little gazebo on the issue of organized by Forza Italy, how many people say they have participated, providing a precise number sold as forty minutes after the close of the day. "Yeah ... the gazebo square Erner there were 4 people on Sunday morning ...". Nothing, nothing has changed: the country is still the same, desert and cold, the machine is hot in about ten minutes, Prince Faster is always the same, and so Tony Levin, Dream Theater, Miles Davis, John Coltrane, Rodrigo Y Gabriela , and a lot of others who do not know. And even the sms there are always people who greet other people, the pit of the GRA, the best of luck for the exam tomorrow, and "never go to ... But you're on the ball?" . I take the phone and the number of Radio Rock is still there in the phonebook. There are things that if you want, the technology does not detract. Nothing has changed, and maybe not even me. And maybe tonight, another round, we will run away too.
Sunday, October 21, 2007
Bandanas For Bald People
Smile
SMILE
drinking from the cup of hope ,
and I found myself swallowing poison.
Without history, no text,
of my life there are no outstanding memory,
only the distant and vague ghost in my existence.
What is left of me
wanders through the emptiness in my heart left shattered,
injured with the shards of broken dreams.
Oh! Amara desolation
begin to appreciate the pain.
incessant
keeps me company.
Oh! Vane tears
stop flowing,
icy,
on my face.
Nothing now shows me alive
if not the fake smile with which I have deceived
toasting by poisoned chalice.
Saturday, October 20, 2007
Distance From Hoop To Free Throw Line
"And bring life to pay the blame ..." Serenity
I sometimes wonder if life is worth living. Mind you, I do not speak of suicide, and various crap eh. I mean just do not know if it deserves the fact that I spend my time or if, indeed, I should devote myself to something else.
I sometimes wonder if life is worth living. Mind you, I do not speak of suicide, and various crap eh. I mean just do not know if it deserves the fact that I spend my time or if, indeed, I should devote myself to something else.
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Waldorf Dolls Pattern
It 's almost half an hour I'm here, but keep trying to explain rather vague. The truth is that I should let the words flow, but are too proud to do so and disclose the reason for the disturbance. So I try to explain other words, with the result that it is not clear even to myself. What are two months that I do not write on the blog is symptomatic of the fact that I'm fine. Not happy, but I'm fine. I still have a phrase in my mind: "And then this time He looked serene. Not like last time." . In Italian sucks, but that was so, and it was nice to hear it. Let's say that for days I was so deluded that. Really. Then yesterday something happens. Of those silly things that mean nothing to your daily routine: open a drawer, put things away, replace the CD, put the books. Things like that usually do not cause disturbances. Then once you do it maybe at the wrong time and then ... Bum. And you're kind to the three in the morning thinking, and you can afford it. So send a message to the only person who could understand you but not because it is in your same situation, but because they find that part. Opposite. He does not understand. There are three in the morning, do not blame her and certainly not insist. "Forget it, we'll talk tomorrow by the" . It 's my astrological sign that I care about in these cases. And so I think and I think looking for a way to rationalize, but ... Has anything changed in me, I'm afraid. What happened? Or rather, what I happened? The reaction should have been that. Sure, I can calmly put the pieces in place and say that, actually, did not change a comma on how I feel. But at that moment, hot, I felt a little something called that I should probably call serenity. Christ's sake, serenity. It should not be bad, right? Here, the fact is that I see things in a certain way, and it was not just peace of mind that I should try. Maybe something a mixture of resentment, hatred, sadness, or whatever. Of course, not peace. Why serenity involves a kind of lightness of spirit that in this particular case should not belong to me. Maybe it's a victory for myself, selfishly speaking, but I see it as a defeat in a general sense. That 's what troubles me. And I watch Ally, then. Because there usually if I do not answer, at least way to proceed. And there will be a post away, on Ally. And word comes to mind when they told her that she will never be satisfied, because always looking for something that does not exist, or when a Billy confesses that at one point, to go forward, he began to think that if you did not do anything had left the marriage but she would come first , which would have a first child . Before him. It's funny how things, but I am realize that often we weigh our lives based on that of those who, in a certain way, there has been close in a special way. And that, what you say is a bit wanting revenge. To love without getting hurt, but it's a revenge in its own way, been done before. Are those silly little things that help you to move forward. I made two accounts, as well as I gathered my pettiness. A bit like everyone else. I do not know where I'm going to prepare, but I know it helps me to regain that feeling of unease that I feel I should have about this thing and yet I have not. Do not have had it yesterday and I do not have today. If I do not, I will feel lost for a while.
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Vusion Cream For Bad Diaper Rash
stardust and the ashes of a life
kissing his hand I walked closer to you.
Your pale skin against my lips scarlet.
My sweet little girl ... how are you tonight?
is not too much that I ask.
You are still as usual, my doll,
and your skin tingles under cold water not warm my lips.
You have not changed you're always so.
I brought you a gift ... my love.
I picked stardust to bring a gift.
but only now opening up this golden bag,
I realize that what I brought,
is not the silver dust that I wanted to make you beautiful.
'm just the ashes of my useless life.
Oh my love,
I would have you live in the moment,
I wanted to see your face come alive.
But even so,
while my blood slides to the ground and dries them,
while the ashes of my life disperse in the wind.
with my soul,
You, my love, there is nothing that my beautiful wax doll.
***
***
Well done this performance of sadness I'm back in my depressività .. let's face it is a terrible time ... damn ugly and sad ... but sooner or later it will ... at least I still the fanfic, friends (in part) on the clamp and the gdr XD at least I have fun with that for a while and not think of anything ... for most of the rain when it does not help .. as the worship at the time depresses me a bit .. and say that was all I wanted to put imaglioni start and run with an umbrella in the rain ...
Ugh .. is all too empty ... useless ...
Luckily my LJ not read it in many ... Too much to explain to many people ...
Okay so ...
the end everything will work out as usual ...
scars will remain more or less deep ... but I will not die for this .. the real me is dead now too ...
Ugh .. is all too empty ... useless ...
Luckily my LJ not read it in many ... Too much to explain to many people ...
Okay so ...
the end everything will work out as usual ...
scars will remain more or less deep ... but I will not die for this .. the real me is dead now too ...
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Fotosde Patricia Manterola
agony / tightrope walker
was a bit 'not posted here and it seemed unfair XD so I put 2 poems .. and if tonight I'll be inspired perhaps add a third U_U
AGONY
AGONY
In I buried my heart pain
For another abandonment
Another subtle wound
sutured by time,
that over time will leave yet another scar,
that pain in his tragic
reminds me of my stupidity
in trust people.
What I hate myself for
And for the trivia ... my stupid
And every time I regret not having a heart
of ice cold
cursing the soft snow
that comes down on me
the thin covering wounds
making me forget my past pain
damn and I
and my heart
and as fragile crystal
for the umpteenth time
ended shattered
and as glass shards that are on a wall
me away from those who hurt me ....
Let my soul
be lost in slowly destroying itself.
Funambol
suspended on a wire
I looked away my blood
slip away from me and my writing history
on the white sand of this sea of loneliness
like a dream I watched the sea
erase that history
as if there were nothing d 'important
and waves, unrelenting,
slow slip on the sand
erasing the red blood
smooth pursuit
while, like a tightrope walker,
go ahead on my wire
leaving my trail of blood
behind me as fingerprints
aware that the wire will break sooner or later
and looking down,
my story, written in the sand,
disappears as ever existed
I can only wait impatiently
the day when my wire will be cut.
Until then I will continue to advance
Without ceasing to smile at those who cross my path,
who look at my useless life
imprint on the sand and disappear.
Thursday, August 30, 2007
Cervical Stenosis And Thyroiditis
Thirty
I stand alone in the darkness the winter of
my life came so fast
memories go back to childhood
to days I still recall
Oh how happy I was then
there was no sorrow there was no pain
walking through the green fields
sunshine in my eyes
I'm still there everywhere
I'm the dust in the wind
I'm the star in the northern sky
I never stayed anywhere
I'm the wind in the trees
would you wait for me... Forever ?
(Stratovarius - Forever)
I stand alone in the darkness the winter of
my life came so fast
memories go back to childhood
to days I still recall
Oh how happy I was then
there was no sorrow there was no pain
walking through the green fields
sunshine in my eyes
I'm still there everywhere
I'm the dust in the wind
I'm the star in the northern sky
I never stayed anywhere
I'm the wind in the trees
would you wait for me... Forever ?
(Stratovarius - Forever)
Friday, August 24, 2007
Cover Letter To Staffing Agency
Monday, 20
This month full of happy events in the family (none of that in hindsight, if not for the birthdays of my brother, my uncle and I), the seventeenth day it happened on Friday. The infamous Friday 17. I do not think much about these things, indeed. And in fact, that day is past so smooth that not even remember what he did.
This month full of happy events in the family (none of that in hindsight, if not for the birthdays of my brother, my uncle and I), the seventeenth day it happened on Friday. The infamous Friday 17. I do not think much about these things, indeed. And in fact, that day is past so smooth that not even remember what he did.
Then came Monday, 20. Saturday I announce that the new PC is ready and you can go pick it up. Aided by the fact that my father would always go to Rome, where the PC has been ordered, we decided to go together. Rome is about 60 km. from where I live: an hour's drive and almost a 'and a half hours by train. At a time when I go to pay with cash, the transaction is denied. I note that you probably have exceeded the monthly limit, and then you can not pay that way. After a quick check, it is clear that the claim is still insufficient for a monthly payment. Fortunately, in the vicinity of This shop is a branch of my bank. Not bad - I think. Too bad that recatomi in the bank, I discover something totally new for me. Despite having an account in that bank, you can withdraw cash at a branch other than their own where the bill is physically, only with cash or by check. Of course: no checks below. And with a debit card, credit low. Good. My father points out that the most logical thing to do, however annoying, is to return to Santa Marinella by train, take the money, go back to Rome, pick up the PC and go home with him. I put the soul in peace, I take the subway, and arrived at the station, the the first available train me in the nose part. I take the next: after half an hour. I get home, take the money, I eat a bite (it was almost 13) and returned to the station. I lose again on the first available train by a whisker. And I live about one hundred meters from the station. To break a lance in favor of the infamous fate, my watch was back to a 2 or 3 minutes. So the fault is my . Another half an hour before the next train. Finally arriving in Rome, withdraw your PC and go home. Come, I rest a bit. For the record, we started at 7.30 am from home, and it was nearly 15. In less than eight hours I had made two trips to train for almost an hour and a half, two more car trips of over an hour due to traffic due to the return of the holidays. When I prepare to mount the PC, I will submit another surprise. The new video card has two DVI outputs. And my monitor, of course, just a VGA socket. You need an adapter. Two out of three shops that are in my country have been closed, the third tells me to come back the next day. Oh well. I go home dejected and not just to give it won, attack the new PC to LCD TV via S-Video, fortunately on your video card. Then I try to install the new Windows Vista. A screen tells me kindly that, seeing they two hard drives, is not able to install the operating system because they lack the hardware and asks me if I (???) drivers from him to let him know the configuration. Obviously I did not, and do not even know why I should have them. There are two normal hard disk. I take the DVD and re install Windows XP. Obviously, everything runs smoothly. Inside of me I wonder how an old operating system has no problems with the latest hardware, while the new operating system we have them. I do not think more and install all the essential things. Then came the sound card. I install the drivers and, when correctly installed, as shown in Device Manager, the houses do not hear any sound. Quick internet search and discovered that the new sound cards equipped with High Definition Sound are not fully recognized by Windows and therefore can cause problems. For the record: High Definition Sound means that you can fit a system rather than five, not six but settepuntouno. I have two simple cases. Duepuntozero to continue with the terminology diffusoripuntosubwoofer. If someone points a finger and asked what I got to make a card with eight channels of audio when I scrause two cases, I answer that I have not chosen me, is integrated into the motherboard. That yes, I have chosen myself, but obviously for audio mica. And now I'm pretty much all like that. After a couple of hours to hack different, I managed to find working drivers and I'm writing now, the new PC working perfectly (or at least I hope it is) while listening to music. That's all. The next time someone tells me that fears on Friday 17, I will answer that nothing is comparable to a Monday 20.
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Would Hand Sanitizer Kill Herpes Simplex
no sense that it is better to play
Uhm.
I never use bookmarks when I read. Usually remember the point where I came when I take the book. The thing is also quite simple, because in general I prefer reading books is not very long. Ok, sometimes I can not find the sign and so I have to read a few lines here and there to see if it's something that I have already read or not. Few attempts, and find the right spot. Sometimes you perceive to be too far only when referring to something that should be known and yet it is not. So you go back, but it is too late, because now the spoiler You just caught and what you do is simply fill the void between those two points. Obviously, the way to the end becomes accomplished. I wonder if life is not always true.
New video of Nightwish, Amaranth. Stay still if you are able to
Uhm.
I never use bookmarks when I read. Usually remember the point where I came when I take the book. The thing is also quite simple, because in general I prefer reading books is not very long. Ok, sometimes I can not find the sign and so I have to read a few lines here and there to see if it's something that I have already read or not. Few attempts, and find the right spot. Sometimes you perceive to be too far only when referring to something that should be known and yet it is not. So you go back, but it is too late, because now the spoiler You just caught and what you do is simply fill the void between those two points. Obviously, the way to the end becomes accomplished. I wonder if life is not always true.
New video of Nightwish, Amaranth. Stay still if you are able to
Sunday, July 29, 2007
Is Paregoric Still Manufactured
Ice desert
.... Today no fine phrase from TRC or xxxHolic ... xkè I'll put things in "poetic" ... more than anything else ... but overlook depressive .. I changed my blog title ... so why was spinning and èerchè is the same poetry XD
ice desert
Where the lights touch the sea,
where the sea makes fire
and burns on the skin
like salt on the wound,
where my heart lies wounded
under meters of ice cold
on which dance with great dexterity,
am, there, I cried bitter tears over my wings
broken by the pain of loneliness.
And I feel fragile,
like shards of glass that trample
barefoot, and my circle wave s' widens
at every step,
every drop of blood
that falls from my body with agonizing slowness,
a step
another step,
and then another still,
and with every step I'm closer to my much hoped for more fine
letting my wings,
red of my blood,
tinged with vermilion paradise ice
in which I have confined.
Sunday, July 15, 2007
The Best From Kate's Playgound
I'm bored> _
Well .. oramaièun fact .... I want this live journal is not dead ... it is possible that every time I post this I close the page >_____\u0026lt; ;!!!!!!! not è affatto normaleeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!
A parte questo... come al solito mi stò facendo del male con TRC T^T. Oramai credo che sia parte del mio codice genetico farmi del male con fumetti del genere o,comunque, roba delle CLAMP.
Uffaaaaaaaaaaaa non so più che fare.... è la prima estate in cui riesco ad annoiarmi così tanto, ma il punto è che mi sentodannatamente depressa.. non avrei mai pensato di dirlo., ma ... mi manca l'università e i suoi odiosi esami
e se il mio ITunes non la smette di saltare giuro lo elimino dal mio pc.... e me ne frego se mi serve x l'Ipod.
Ok a parte questo... Pod XD se stai leggendo know that your dear grandson dandelion began flying U_U XD * _ * love it. Ah
always see me today I decided to film TRC .... me they are caught the Italian ... I watched the first 10minuti ... and I came to a simple conclusion ... I will even if ita iol cardboard into these voice actors, I'm going to immediately burn any sededi the network is sending .... when I heard the voices of Fay and Kurogane, I almost collapsed ... and I'm not joking, I downloaded both cmq speed record in the Jappo eng subtitles and I reveled them .. in the nonsense of the movie ... It must be said that
I really liked the dubbing ... XXX Holic that is! strange but taper ... the voice actors, as well as be there pretty well, knew "recite" Yeah miracles happen XD
Go well, now I'm writing things at random and Dandelion does not stand still .... I think that transmit in the cage.
Bah ... Chapter 159 of the TRC was thinking I wonder seriously cosaabbiano uin mind CLAMP ... xkè if this continues I think that Fay will end very badly ... bha
Just suppose ... also I'm going back in my cage ... XD
"You who are waiting in a dream"
for the good of that moment of radiance,
until your and flower petals fall "
Well .. oramaièun fact .... I want this live journal is not dead ... it is possible that every time I post this I close the page >_____\u0026lt; ;!!!!!!! not è affatto normaleeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!
A parte questo... come al solito mi stò facendo del male con TRC T^T. Oramai credo che sia parte del mio codice genetico farmi del male con fumetti del genere o,comunque, roba delle CLAMP.
Uffaaaaaaaaaaaa non so più che fare.... è la prima estate in cui riesco ad annoiarmi così tanto, ma il punto è che mi sentodannatamente depressa.. non avrei mai pensato di dirlo., ma ... mi manca l'università e i suoi odiosi esami
e se il mio ITunes non la smette di saltare giuro lo elimino dal mio pc.... e me ne frego se mi serve x l'Ipod.
Ok a parte questo... Pod XD se stai leggendo know that your dear grandson dandelion began flying U_U XD * _ * love it. Ah
always see me today I decided to film TRC .... me they are caught the Italian ... I watched the first 10minuti ... and I came to a simple conclusion ... I will even if ita iol cardboard into these voice actors, I'm going to immediately burn any sededi the network is sending .... when I heard the voices of Fay and Kurogane, I almost collapsed ... and I'm not joking, I downloaded both cmq speed record in the Jappo eng subtitles and I reveled them .. in the nonsense of the movie ... It must be said that
I really liked the dubbing ... XXX Holic that is! strange but taper ... the voice actors, as well as be there pretty well, knew "recite" Yeah miracles happen XD
Go well, now I'm writing things at random and Dandelion does not stand still .... I think that transmit in the cage.
Bah ... Chapter 159 of the TRC was thinking I wonder seriously cosaabbiano uin mind CLAMP ... xkè if this continues I think that Fay will end very badly ... bha
Just suppose ... also I'm going back in my cage ... XD
Wednesday, July 4, 2007
Build Your Own Coin Pusher
plus and minus
"The blood and tears have changed lives
And so today started my vacation ..... so if we dare to call them.
Between work, home, chapel and study for exams in September I begin to think that it would be better to continue to have lessons Committee ... T ^ T so I get only half an hour later than usual ... alias at 7.
good thing is that so have the time to take care of my parakeets .. chesinceramente do not know exactly how call ... Dandelion I liked ... but since it's my brother suggested me albino Dante, and the end is not as bad as ... bha .... I need time ...
We must say that this is common donut is a screamer and experienced unoscalatore °_°... swear ... 4 weeks and he screams like crazy climbing on the cage
XD Another thing that leaves me a bit there is the fact that the boys have asked for my help Grest x off the microphone of the current power holder XD ... I did not think I had time to consider the fano .. ok maybe not just because I'm one of the largest ^ W ^'''goes well,.
today would change the subject ... had to go to chapter 159 of Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle, but I heard that will be sent back to the exit '11 ... already I cry and pray that the clamps are not cruel T ^ T. .. but now I almost lost hope ... HCE at least we hope it's a little more cheerful xxxHolic Tsubasa or not we'll get more ... For more
I entered my period loveless * _ * I love both the manga and anime that I want to do cosplay XDXDXDXDXD * _ * and I'll> OOO \u0026lt;XDXDXDXDXD
well, should finish this here with this micro sclero XD
PS post at the beginning of the phrase appears on the first page of chapter 141 of TRC ... illustration we Kurogane and Fay are ... T ^ T
"The blood and tears have changed lives
that will help each other to forget."
And so today started my vacation ..... so if we dare to call them.
Between work, home, chapel and study for exams in September I begin to think that it would be better to continue to have lessons Committee ... T ^ T so I get only half an hour later than usual ... alias at 7.
good thing is that so have the time to take care of my parakeets .. chesinceramente do not know exactly how call ... Dandelion I liked ... but since it's my brother suggested me albino Dante, and the end is not as bad as ... bha .... I need time ...
We must say that this is common donut is a screamer and experienced unoscalatore °_°... swear ... 4 weeks and he screams like crazy climbing on the cage
XD Another thing that leaves me a bit there is the fact that the boys have asked for my help Grest x off the microphone of the current power holder XD ... I did not think I had time to consider the fano .. ok maybe not just because I'm one of the largest ^ W ^'''goes well,.
today would change the subject ... had to go to chapter 159 of Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle, but I heard that will be sent back to the exit '11 ... already I cry and pray that the clamps are not cruel T ^ T. .. but now I almost lost hope ... HCE at least we hope it's a little more cheerful xxxHolic Tsubasa or not we'll get more ... For more
I entered my period loveless * _ * I love both the manga and anime that I want to do cosplay XDXDXDXDXD * _ * and I'll> OOO \u0026lt;XDXDXDXDXD
well, should finish this here with this micro sclero XD
PS post at the beginning of the phrase appears on the first page of chapter 141 of TRC ... illustration we Kurogane and Fay are ... T ^ T
Saturday, June 30, 2007
Wiring An Amp And Subwoofer
Stolen Blog Rebechan .
List 10 bands you like, in no specific order (do it before reading the questions!)
1. Fates Warning
2. Nightwish
3. Circus Maximus
4. Opeth
5. Pain Of Salvation
6. Pink Floyd
7. King Crimson
8. Yes
9. Rush
10. Angra
What was the first song you ever heard of the group 6?
Another Brick In The Wall.
What is your favorite song of the 8?
Roundabout.
What kind of impact did the first group on your life?
Eh, me has changed.
What is your favorite lyric in the 5?
Eh, there are many ... The first that comes to mind is Second Love. But probably when I think of others and they say another 5 minutes.
How many times have you seen the band live 4?
A.
What is your favorite song of the 7?
I n the wake of Poseidon, probably.
Is there any song in Group 3 that makes you sad?
No.
What is your favorite song of the group 9?
Come on, how do one thing with twenty discs in the back? Ok, here also the first that comes to mind: The Villa Strangiato.
When you heard for the first time the group 1?
In 2000
How did you know the band 3?
Group newborn, with a disc output. They said they were prog. So I took the album, and I can say I was among the first to appreciate them.
What is your favorite song of the Working Party was 4?
Uhm ... Harvest, maybe.
How many times have you seen the group live 9?
in October will be the first.
Is there any song in Group 2 that makes you sad?
No.
What is your favorite song from a group?
Even here ... How can I name one? Oh well. The 11th Hour.
How did you become a fan of the 10?
trip to Paris trip this year. I get out of a Virgin Megastore with a little cd. One bought with your eyes closed, I had only heard about: it was Holy Land.
Another Brick In The Wall.
What is your favorite song of the 8?
Roundabout.
What kind of impact did the first group on your life?
Eh, me has changed.
What is your favorite lyric in the 5?
Eh, there are many ... The first that comes to mind is Second Love. But probably when I think of others and they say another 5 minutes.
How many times have you seen the band live 4?
A.
What is your favorite song of the 7?
I n the wake of Poseidon, probably.
Is there any song in Group 3 that makes you sad?
No.
What is your favorite song of the group 9?
Come on, how do one thing with twenty discs in the back? Ok, here also the first that comes to mind: The Villa Strangiato.
When you heard for the first time the group 1?
In 2000
How did you know the band 3?
Group newborn, with a disc output. They said they were prog. So I took the album, and I can say I was among the first to appreciate them.
What is your favorite song of the Working Party was 4?
Uhm ... Harvest, maybe.
How many times have you seen the group live 9?
in October will be the first.
Is there any song in Group 2 that makes you sad?
No.
What is your favorite song from a group?
Even here ... How can I name one? Oh well. The 11th Hour.
How did you become a fan of the 10?
trip to Paris trip this year. I get out of a Virgin Megastore with a little cd. One bought with your eyes closed, I had only heard about: it was Holy Land.
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Lexington Furniturevictorian Sampler
Thought of a Midsummer Night's
I wish I could to love. Really. That way, it seems to me that is struggling to volertene. In fact, until a few days ago, I never dreamed of asking myself the question: do you want to stop. All this is rather odd, considering that probably is not that we are just friends. Let alone something more, but in short, as the speed and turn around, something you and I are. Or so it appears to my eyes. In short, I said, I never doubted. And today, well yesterday, considering the time, I told myself that I wish I could to love, because I can not understand if I can still volertene. When I told you that I wanted, I did not expect reciprocated. Because, simply, I know enough. But the fact of loving you was something I was to say and imply things like "if you need it, I am here" and the like. Now, it is clear that you do not care. And if you're interested in is something that concealing well. On closer inspection I do not even something that you care. In fact, I have not asked for anything nor did I weigh it. The problem, therefore, is not if you love me or less. I'm not interested. Instead, what matters to me is that you seem to have done all, more than once, so you do not want more, congratulations, you're almost succeeded. To this I say: I wish I could because to love today, but yesterday, considering the time, I no longer know if you want it. I am a bit sad, you know? I am a little sad because from the impression that your goal is to destroy this feeling, although I did not ask for virtually nothing in return. But what makes me sad more than anything is this: there is one person - you know who, right? - Which was wrong down the line. But today, well yesterday, considering the time, I wondered if, many times, at least on one thing, one!, Was right. And that what are you . This, makes me sad. And today, well yesterday considering the time, listening to the concert Vasco because I can not go. And while I hold her lips in that way that always associated with the resignation, he sings to me " And now I think, who knows how many times you laughed you ... me. . And who knows that is not true. I do not know anymore.
I wish I could to love. Really. That way, it seems to me that is struggling to volertene. In fact, until a few days ago, I never dreamed of asking myself the question: do you want to stop. All this is rather odd, considering that probably is not that we are just friends. Let alone something more, but in short, as the speed and turn around, something you and I are. Or so it appears to my eyes. In short, I said, I never doubted. And today, well yesterday, considering the time, I told myself that I wish I could to love, because I can not understand if I can still volertene. When I told you that I wanted, I did not expect reciprocated. Because, simply, I know enough. But the fact of loving you was something I was to say and imply things like "if you need it, I am here" and the like. Now, it is clear that you do not care. And if you're interested in is something that concealing well. On closer inspection I do not even something that you care. In fact, I have not asked for anything nor did I weigh it. The problem, therefore, is not if you love me or less. I'm not interested. Instead, what matters to me is that you seem to have done all, more than once, so you do not want more, congratulations, you're almost succeeded. To this I say: I wish I could because to love today, but yesterday, considering the time, I no longer know if you want it. I am a bit sad, you know? I am a little sad because from the impression that your goal is to destroy this feeling, although I did not ask for virtually nothing in return. But what makes me sad more than anything is this: there is one person - you know who, right? - Which was wrong down the line. But today, well yesterday, considering the time, I wondered if, many times, at least on one thing, one!, Was right. And that what are you . This, makes me sad. And today, well yesterday considering the time, listening to the concert Vasco because I can not go. And while I hold her lips in that way that always associated with the resignation, he sings to me " And now I think, who knows how many times you laughed you ... me. . And who knows that is not true. I do not know anymore.
Saturday, June 23, 2007
The Lonely Souls Rafael Armattoe
Cycling
It 's a bit of day and night, and I take the bike around the country. The bike is old, you see and feel wearing it. So sometimes the change does not do his job, and sometimes breaks out, so you stop and try to replace the chain. Then you look at your hands greasy, and it seems that you have returned the child. After that, rightly, you clean up the shorts. As a child, in fact. Well, I'm on this old bike and go. Going down my way around and arrived at the bottom left via IV Novembre . And 'all things plain, and to warm it a little more than good. So proceed slowly along the railway. Someone to walk her dog. At one point, on the left, I see a big building. Thus, eye, seem like twenty-five apartments. Minimum. Here, when I was little, there was a food family. And a lot of unused land, of course. Actually see it from outside, to "shop" had very little. It was more like entering a house and still go shopping, do not take. A cottage in the middle of a garden with aspirations for vegetables. And daily fresh eggs. But fresh: chicken turned to the garden vegetables. From Cecinelli was called. O Virginelli. In short, something like that. On the right hand Passarella. It 's a footbridge across the railway and takes you into the country. The cross them when I attended elementary school. I keep on the road, double curve to the bottom and short descent. Now we begin to do a little more seriously. At the end of the descent, I find myself in front of the abandoned cement factory with a lot of detached house and attached around the left.
It 's a bit of day and night, and I take the bike around the country. The bike is old, you see and feel wearing it. So sometimes the change does not do his job, and sometimes breaks out, so you stop and try to replace the chain. Then you look at your hands greasy, and it seems that you have returned the child. After that, rightly, you clean up the shorts. As a child, in fact. Well, I'm on this old bike and go. Going down my way around and arrived at the bottom left via IV Novembre . And 'all things plain, and to warm it a little more than good. So proceed slowly along the railway. Someone to walk her dog. At one point, on the left, I see a big building. Thus, eye, seem like twenty-five apartments. Minimum. Here, when I was little, there was a food family. And a lot of unused land, of course. Actually see it from outside, to "shop" had very little. It was more like entering a house and still go shopping, do not take. A cottage in the middle of a garden with aspirations for vegetables. And daily fresh eggs. But fresh: chicken turned to the garden vegetables. From Cecinelli was called. O Virginelli. In short, something like that. On the right hand Passarella. It 's a footbridge across the railway and takes you into the country. The cross them when I attended elementary school. I keep on the road, double curve to the bottom and short descent. Now we begin to do a little more seriously. At the end of the descent, I find myself in front of the abandoned cement factory with a lot of detached house and attached around the left.
begins the climb. Not heavy, but that there will be soon. With some effort, still sitting, coming on top with an average ratio. It 's a bit tiring but if not, who are we going to do? Ok, turn left and salitona. I stand up and go along looking at the ground, puffing a bit. I never look at what is missing at the top of the climb. It seems that looking at the ground, first steps. In reality, then it is simply cheating. Yes, because after some time you do, you begin to notice details on the roadside and to understand what you're missing. I mean, look at the ground, in the end, it just means translating the coordinates of the top side of the road. Check up, finally. I'm on because of the Colonies. Parallel via IV Novembre . My way, combining both roads, is little more up. The road to the right of where I am now leads to my old high school. A prefabricated set in the countryside, with a gym attached. When I played basketball, we were training there. Breathe a little out of breath and face a stretch of flat road and then a slight climb at the end of which there is a big downhill. I rest a little going down, I enjoy the wind in your face, in this heat ... And while coming down, I crouch a bit on the handlebars. Aerodynamic position to extend the drive that leads me on a short uphill stretch. Right on the sports field, left via verdun that entrance, and another slight drop. At the bottom, left, are again on Via IV Novembre . As I walk twenty yards and turn right passing under what is called Ponte dei Carabinieri . It is called this because once, just out on the left you will find the police station. Now there is a large parking lot and an estate agent. But think about you. However, step down, and turn right. Plain and slightly uphill. Stretches of road annoying because, oddly, more challenging than a short climb. The effort is constant, and for a while longer. About two hundred meters down on the left. Through the Via Aurelia , another fifty meters and are on the Lungomare Marconi . Right turn and I'm still on a flat stretch slightly. On the left, what, at least in our area, called cocomeraro. Selling watermelon, course. He opens his kiosk on the terrace overlooking the sea, around tables and, using the palm trees as poles, wires, light cover terrace. It 'also good in the evening. By day, wire lights off, make me think of Christmas instead. Bah. Another downhill calm, on the left before the pilings on the water, typical of this long sea then right away Victory . I take it. Slight slope and are in Piazza Ariosto. Hidden squares, round, with a central pole. I can not describe it better, that is so disturbing. It is rather beautiful, vaguely melancholy. The excess, continued to rise a little, coming in a way that I do not know the name, and go right. turned up on the street Aurelia , 50 meters and back down on the right. I'm back on the Promenade, turn left. I get home. Much of the road the same as that of the progress, review under the Ponte dei Carabinieri , right turn, and again on Via IV Novembre. A little climb, then a stretch of road long enough annoying. I begin to see some people walking down the street. E 'come and have a train near the station. On the right side of the subway station. A hundred yards and I'm home. Left turn on my street. Last climb. It is also challenging. But it is short, perhaps 30 meters. I look at the ground, until the left corner of my eye I see the black Micra parked. Are home.
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
How To Install A 50s Diner Table
Another useless comment ... U_U
"In this world do not exist ..... there is only randomness invetabile"
T ^ T Well I'm back to rewrite my blog xkè line is spite.
Well as I said before I am a bit down because of my own that I do not understand that another year in fashion will not want to do ... but they only hear what I hear ... Voglino Ugh ....
Anyway, changing the subject yesterday * _ * I took the second book in the series Maximim Ride ... * _ * * _ * I love those books the tragic thing is that now I have almost finished ... I miss less than 100 pages >___\u0026lt; MaxK I read so fast .... x I dovutotirarmi more now on with the textures and collage examination .. x libromi but took it too .... me poor wretch ... xkè when I close a book I can not help but think if you do not read it? .. with the sad result of neglecting the rest end up reading it as if it was not important? ... bah ...
Ah! I almost forgot ... Pan> _ \u0026lt;COC scusaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa my msn still hates me and will not let me ... I very much hope that the stop with this bad habit ... One Kiss nanny
* _ * so yaoi
PS.: now they are in withdrawal symptoms x Tsubasa Chronicle XDXDXD I wonder if you'll survive XD
PPS: I feel so much in a "predator of books / comics XD
"In this world do not exist ..... there is only randomness invetabile"
T ^ T Well I'm back to rewrite my blog xkè line is spite.
Well as I said before I am a bit down because of my own that I do not understand that another year in fashion will not want to do ... but they only hear what I hear ... Voglino Ugh ....
Anyway, changing the subject yesterday * _ * I took the second book in the series Maximim Ride ... * _ * * _ * I love those books the tragic thing is that now I have almost finished ... I miss less than 100 pages >___\u0026lt; MaxK I read so fast .... x I dovutotirarmi more now on with the textures and collage examination .. x libromi but took it too .... me poor wretch ... xkè when I close a book I can not help but think if you do not read it? .. with the sad result of neglecting the rest end up reading it as if it was not important? ... bah ...
Ah! I almost forgot ... Pan> _ \u0026lt;COC scusaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa my msn still hates me and will not let me ... I very much hope that the stop with this bad habit ... One Kiss nanny
* _ * so yaoi
PS.: now they are in withdrawal symptoms x Tsubasa Chronicle XDXDXD I wonder if you'll survive XD
PPS: I feel so much in a "predator of books / comics XD
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
What Does Triceps Help You Do?
No Subject.
It 'a bit' I do not write that, for lack of time and lack of relevant things to say. I would prefer not to continue to do so. But then I came on this article, and at first I did not want to believe. Given the absurdity of the thing, I thought that kind of a hoax site of the kittens some time ago. But looking around, I found no denials of any kind. Indeed, only sad confirmation. I do not think you can stop a massacre of the genre, but if the only thing you can do is sign .... Then signed. rightly And if you doubt the veracity of the thing, given the abominable action, try a search.
It 'a bit' I do not write that, for lack of time and lack of relevant things to say. I would prefer not to continue to do so. But then I came on this article, and at first I did not want to believe. Given the absurdity of the thing, I thought that kind of a hoax site of the kittens some time ago. But looking around, I found no denials of any kind. Indeed, only sad confirmation. I do not think you can stop a massacre of the genre, but if the only thing you can do is sign .... Then signed. rightly And if you doubt the veracity of the thing, given the abominable action, try a search.
Wednesday, June 6, 2007
Tamil Marriaga Invitation Wording
go!
Little darling ... Come, my dear, come
The .. em .. "Thing" over here is a bit of a story I'm writing .... I wonder if the end never °_°...
bha ... mysteries of vitàU_U
* O * Well it starts *_*...
and as usual something altemente depressive _ * *
and as usual something altemente depressive _ * *
You are alone again ... In the world of your pathetic and sweet
despair ... You know ... I'm beginning to think you'll like this place.
despair ... You know ... I'm beginning to think you'll like this place.
Like all Sometimes it happened that I said true? P er once again you have trusted someone and for the umpteenth Once that person has betrayed you, poor baby ...
Q hen you will understand that we can not trust anyone?
Q hen you will understand that we can not trust anyone?
When you understand that you can trust only yourself?
of me I'm your reflection?
of me I'm your reflection?
Little darling ... Come, my dear, come
The .. em .. "Thing" over here is a bit of a story I'm writing .... I wonder if the end never °_°...
bha ... mysteries of vitàU_U
Thursday, May 3, 2007
Programing A Starchoice Remote
But you see ...
I was wandering through the web, when I happened this handy.
reading I had done too much in case who had won then, before closing the page, my eye fell again on the name. And I know him that name. And 'one of the first people I met when Internet came into the house. Those were the days of dial-up connections, analog modem, 56k, and a lot of noise before connecting. I do not know if msn existed at the time, the fact is that at the time was ruled by the IRC network to chat. Client Spartan, emoticons do not exist: it was all a set of points, commas, special signs are only accessible after improbable combinations of buttons and so on. Looks like he's talking about thirty years ago, but in fact I think are only seven or eight years. And there was this channel, or room on IRC called # Metalitalia. The person I met there, under the pseudonym I_AM_I. Generally, on msn conversations are one-to-one, IRC is much more likely to speak in a common dialog box with dozens of people, this happens often, you interact with people whose name is unknown, but you know just nick. And it is something that can go on for months. It looks pretty amazing, but if one part is a revolutionary form of communication approaches and people who otherwise would have no way of knowing, the other up a wall that is absurd and that makes you talk with someone without knowing their name. On the other hand you know who loves Queensryche, the Fates Warning, Rush. But the name, that, no. Then it happens that you exchange your email address and that, unless you use a pseudonym, even there is a kind of card where everyone writes their name and last name separated by periods. Now it's been years, I come across this article in which a boy of San Romano in the province of Pisa won a literary contest and I "know." San Romano that I barely know where it is, just because it is in the province of Pisa. I realize that for those who grew up with the internet, this is not a big thing. But I, who for twenty years I lived without it, certain things when they happen, I still wonder. And I had thought to send him an email, even years if we do not feel, to congratulate them. So I saw the list in my address book and I found a lot of names which I can not give neither a face nor say how I got in touch. And this is not nice, honestly. I am also sure of another thing: if you send a mail to my email address with Gianluca present without introduce myself, I know that I recognize. But if I used my old contact, and after the name, which probably does not say anything, he saw that the user is Atriel mail, then yes, understand. All this is ironically absurd and I say a little softly wrong.
There is this thing then that misses a lot, but anyway ... I came to know of this thing now, and in about two months in Florence (which is not Pisa, but it certainly is more than is S. Marinella (Roma), does not it?) there is a festival where you realize the dream of a musical life: see Fates Warning live. I bet that among those six or seven thousand people, there will be too. Already
I was wandering through the web, when I happened this handy.
reading I had done too much in case who had won then, before closing the page, my eye fell again on the name. And I know him that name. And 'one of the first people I met when Internet came into the house. Those were the days of dial-up connections, analog modem, 56k, and a lot of noise before connecting. I do not know if msn existed at the time, the fact is that at the time was ruled by the IRC network to chat. Client Spartan, emoticons do not exist: it was all a set of points, commas, special signs are only accessible after improbable combinations of buttons and so on. Looks like he's talking about thirty years ago, but in fact I think are only seven or eight years. And there was this channel, or room on IRC called # Metalitalia. The person I met there, under the pseudonym I_AM_I. Generally, on msn conversations are one-to-one, IRC is much more likely to speak in a common dialog box with dozens of people, this happens often, you interact with people whose name is unknown, but you know just nick. And it is something that can go on for months. It looks pretty amazing, but if one part is a revolutionary form of communication approaches and people who otherwise would have no way of knowing, the other up a wall that is absurd and that makes you talk with someone without knowing their name. On the other hand you know who loves Queensryche, the Fates Warning, Rush. But the name, that, no. Then it happens that you exchange your email address and that, unless you use a pseudonym, even there is a kind of card where everyone writes their name and last name separated by periods. Now it's been years, I come across this article in which a boy of San Romano in the province of Pisa won a literary contest and I "know." San Romano that I barely know where it is, just because it is in the province of Pisa. I realize that for those who grew up with the internet, this is not a big thing. But I, who for twenty years I lived without it, certain things when they happen, I still wonder. And I had thought to send him an email, even years if we do not feel, to congratulate them. So I saw the list in my address book and I found a lot of names which I can not give neither a face nor say how I got in touch. And this is not nice, honestly. I am also sure of another thing: if you send a mail to my email address with Gianluca present without introduce myself, I know that I recognize. But if I used my old contact, and after the name, which probably does not say anything, he saw that the user is Atriel mail, then yes, understand. All this is ironically absurd and I say a little softly wrong.
There is this thing then that misses a lot, but anyway ... I came to know of this thing now, and in about two months in Florence (which is not Pisa, but it certainly is more than is S. Marinella (Roma), does not it?) there is a festival where you realize the dream of a musical life: see Fates Warning live. I bet that among those six or seven thousand people, there will be too. Already
Saturday, April 7, 2007
Cost To Lay Travertine
There is something wrong in the sky ... I do not
was a strange day in itself. But it was not enough, no. Obviously not. I thought I was a little ... There are some things that are lost with age. So today I told myself that nothing can take away that desire to take the car and walk round the village, stopping at a supermarket in large ones, turn it up and down, looking for anything, because I know what I'm there, then stop to take a packet of crisps, a half-liter bottle of Sprite or Coca cola and back into the car. And then the waterfront. Stop eating and drinking and the stereo going. And people walking. Boys like these, people who carry the dog around, some sitting on benches reading and the sun shining above the sea which is reflected blinding. A girl in rollerblades. I have this conviction: nothing, nothing can ever take away all this. So I thought. And those thoughts are that you bring a little melancholy. In that beautiful, but always melancholy. And the step to become a little bit sad about it. I turned off the mobile phone today. And every time I turn it off at night again for the check. Not to respond to any messages and / or call, just to check. So control. "Damiano, call me!", "Oh Dam are you there? Gossipposi I scoop." So I'm an exception to the rule, but only after I made two calculations that the odds of something unpleasant were close to zero. And so I called a friend. He tells me, quietly, that he knew a person of a former 'other person we know. "Oh, but you realize How much is a small world? And it has a message ... On your phone, which mado envy!" "Ah, inter alia also knows ... They are not friends, but still you know.. "" What a Job " - answer. Well, here. The little push to become a little bit sad is here. But all in all, so it's good enough.
was a strange day in itself. But it was not enough, no. Obviously not. I thought I was a little ... There are some things that are lost with age. So today I told myself that nothing can take away that desire to take the car and walk round the village, stopping at a supermarket in large ones, turn it up and down, looking for anything, because I know what I'm there, then stop to take a packet of crisps, a half-liter bottle of Sprite or Coca cola and back into the car. And then the waterfront. Stop eating and drinking and the stereo going. And people walking. Boys like these, people who carry the dog around, some sitting on benches reading and the sun shining above the sea which is reflected blinding. A girl in rollerblades. I have this conviction: nothing, nothing can ever take away all this. So I thought. And those thoughts are that you bring a little melancholy. In that beautiful, but always melancholy. And the step to become a little bit sad about it. I turned off the mobile phone today. And every time I turn it off at night again for the check. Not to respond to any messages and / or call, just to check. So control. "Damiano, call me!", "Oh Dam are you there? Gossipposi I scoop." So I'm an exception to the rule, but only after I made two calculations that the odds of something unpleasant were close to zero. And so I called a friend. He tells me, quietly, that he knew a person of a former 'other person we know. "Oh, but you realize How much is a small world? And it has a message ... On your phone, which mado envy!" "Ah, inter alia also knows ... They are not friends, but still you know.. "" What a Job " - answer. Well, here. The little push to become a little bit sad is here. But all in all, so it's good enough.
Friday, March 23, 2007
Glory Holes In Tucson
Oh well. I lied, in part . Because here there is a text of a song. But I did it on purpose. I just buzzing in my head for a while and it seems silly, but I miss some that kind of feeling. And I think it also normal. But perhaps it is because I interpret this text in a certain way. But I do not have much desire to learn more. I hold it for me, all the rest.
When I think of as
... I finally have reduced
you understand where
me we would, yes, you led ... When I think
how do you take me around but I understand
as ...
is hard to go wrong
more ... I do not ... I do not ... I do not ...
I will not let you ... Mai.
Not me, not me ... Sarai you.
And as expected ....
Like a dog when he is gone, there is no longer the master
against the glass to look down
And I was wondering how ... I would have lived if
you ....
Magone and if that I would never go down
I do not ... I no ... Not me ....
not forget you I do not! Not me! ... You'll see ...
Not me! Not me! Not me!
not forget you ...
Not me! Not me! ... You'll see that ...
I do not expect more!
When I think of how ...
the end I've narrowed
you do not understand where
if I'm wrong ... Yes? You can say you? When I think
how do you take me around .... But
do not understand how ...
What ... Whether you
... And a 'no other! ...
I do not ... I do not ... I do not ...
I do not forgive you ... I
I no ... I do not ...
You'll see ...
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