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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