Monday, February 28, 2011
What Is The Substitute For Rapadura Or Sucanat
Reportage Monday # 91 (controcazzi edition)
A bit 'to recover from the past weekend, a little' just because c'avevo much stuff to do, I just finished an intense weekend and I'm so happy. I did not miss anything. Manco candida. And with this nice little friend, go up to 3 venereal disease that I caught during their lifetime. I would also just ...
Friday , read my personal marathon at the stove: the guests of honor 3 friends I had not seen for some time and with whom I had a lot of chatter back. The problem is that we had them too ... and have not even taken down my third attempt to take away plates, cutlery and relish from under the nose. Do not tell me I'm a bad landlord, had just spent two and I had a boyfriend that I had fallen asleep, tired and exhausted in his chair, with the bubbles from his nose. How do you make it clear to guests that the last good things right and that you want a good soul but some have to go home? Write a post in the hope that it helps read do you think? :)
Saturday, with the usual gang will go to the theater to see the musical The Rocky Horror Picture Show . Now I know that sometimes are as ignorant as a goat decerebration but I did not know of this one stone, I've never seen the movie ... I knew what I know the private life of Marrazzo, who was half of a transvestite, and died there. Well, I will tell you that, after the shock of coming to know that Balboa had nothing to do, it was a great discovery and I enjoyed it a lot and a bag! Sbevutazza the pub with nice greasy french fries to follow, because the harmful things should be kept always two at a time. Back home, I lose another virginity: in a vending machine I bought my first pint of fresh milk on tap. I was not impressed, the smell of damp straw and beast, and it tastes strange ... UHT, I love you!
Sunday, thanks to the rain, then snow, then rain again, I have stayed at home reading "Thirty years and a chat with Dad." I'm already on page 10, and my endurance has reached its limit. I do not know how am I going to pay two thousand six other pages of Tiziano Ferro complaining about how much you try to sit alone in locked rooms in 5 star hotels around the world ... I hope soon change register, otherwise the nausea I throw all his CD! I have taken well to study English in a while 'I start the course and I have to remove a bit' of cobwebs and dust from my language skills. Afternoon to review the site, watching a movie and then cuddling on the bed, then do talk with Lallaquasifidanzata and finally CallmePablo then had stopped to enjoy my carbonara, stuff that I asked Sora Lella the recipe one day and the other as well.
From tonight it's back to the gym to try to dispose of a tenth of what they swallow.
and August is just around the corner, how the hell will I do? 
Friday , read my personal marathon at the stove: the guests of honor 3 friends I had not seen for some time and with whom I had a lot of chatter back. The problem is that we had them too ... and have not even taken down my third attempt to take away plates, cutlery and relish from under the nose. Do not tell me I'm a bad landlord, had just spent two and I had a boyfriend that I had fallen asleep, tired and exhausted in his chair, with the bubbles from his nose. How do you make it clear to guests that the last good things right and that you want a good soul but some have to go home? Write a post in the hope that it helps read do you think? :)
Saturday, with the usual gang will go to the theater to see the musical The Rocky Horror Picture Show . Now I know that sometimes are as ignorant as a goat decerebration but I did not know of this one stone, I've never seen the movie ... I knew what I know the private life of Marrazzo, who was half of a transvestite, and died there. Well, I will tell you that, after the shock of coming to know that Balboa had nothing to do, it was a great discovery and I enjoyed it a lot and a bag! Sbevutazza the pub with nice greasy french fries to follow, because the harmful things should be kept always two at a time. Back home, I lose another virginity: in a vending machine I bought my first pint of fresh milk on tap. I was not impressed, the smell of damp straw and beast, and it tastes strange ... UHT, I love you!
Sunday, thanks to the rain, then snow, then rain again, I have stayed at home reading "Thirty years and a chat with Dad." I'm already on page 10, and my endurance has reached its limit. I do not know how am I going to pay two thousand six other pages of Tiziano Ferro complaining about how much you try to sit alone in locked rooms in 5 star hotels around the world ... I hope soon change register, otherwise the nausea I throw all his CD! I have taken well to study English in a while 'I start the course and I have to remove a bit' of cobwebs and dust from my language skills. Afternoon to review the site, watching a movie and then cuddling on the bed, then do talk with Lallaquasifidanzata and finally CallmePablo then had stopped to enjoy my carbonara, stuff that I asked Sora Lella the recipe one day and the other as well.
From tonight it's back to the gym to try to dispose of a tenth of what they swallow.
and August is just around the corner, how the hell will I do?
Saturday, February 26, 2011
North Face Denali Breast Cancer 2010
you did not!
For days you've been huddled in a corner, waiting, listening, hoping it reached something.
you hoped to hear, to perceive beyond the wall of sound.
But nothing has happened.
You can not do without to think that everything happens when it no longer makes sense.
any response will come when you are not interested to do anything and you do because now it will not matter.
At most, what they will draw will be a feeling of satisfaction, knowing that what I felt really happened.
's dark and nobody can see you.
's dark and no one remembers you.
There is a big party down in the country, but no one notices your absence.
"There is nothing wrong with that" you repeat in, but in time your heart explodes and you do not know how to reassemble it.
"Pride covers all sins", you remember those words spoken by someone on television, not good if you know a movie or some broadcast on Sunday, I appreciate the truth.
Behind the curtains of your room look at the snow coming down, everything is wrapped in a stuffy white is like having a lot of padding in the throat.
think again: "... sad." The thought is interrupted even in your head, you cry, because it is incomplete as you remember those words perfectly.
remember perfectly the truth of those words ... How many words that kept
ignite, because nobody knows, nobody come into your life and to commiserate and to condemn.
Why not pass that feeling in his hands, since you were little more than a child you can not explain it. Of course you know you feel guilty for this as well. The hands, your hands, which when you cry? They feel?
Logs, small notebooks and diaries full of everything and full of nothing ...
Between the lines, sometimes we read a hope, some dream. How many times in those stories you were giving a tone, to appear different even to yourself.
How many times have you heard that others did the portrait of you, his eyes hidden by your knees. How many times have you wishing there was a fund of truth in those speeches, he hoped, as it already and hope also that it was useless, useless.
for a while 'really learned how to be different ... do you remember?
mask that was a beautiful, almost perfect, so that even the notte riuscivi a toglierla via dal volto.
Tra poco ci sarà una gita. Già, una gita hanno invitato pure te, che fai non vai?
Sai perché ti hanno invitato? Certo che lo sai. Così qualche battuta per declinare l'invito, un sorriso e poi il silenzio.
Ancora affiorano i ricordi...fuori al bar con qualche amico. Ti concentrasti su quei due estranei seduti al tavolo, te lo ricordi? Che pensasti? Gli altri non notarono il tuo sguardo e continuarono a parlare tra di loro.
"... con te é diverso", anche quella frase ti venne in mente. Subito capisti che nessun legame é paragonabile a un legame di sangue. Tu resti comunque una estranea. Ricordi?
Anche allora ti si gelò il sangue nelle vene, anche fuori that bar, despite the past, but you controllasti not give it to you left and see a smile on your face, like a grimace.
All they tell you things you think are not absolute, there is no absolute truth. But why should things suddenly you know you crush anyone explain. None really, because of flood of words you have heard of improvised psychologists and how.
Remember that bed? You were sitting with your knees bent and what happened to time over the walls?
Did the tremor in his hands, but did not say anything, I checked, he thinks a bit ', they did so.
Once, you did a great act of courage. You opened the doors of your room in half unknown. The said: "Join." If your madre avesse saputo lo stato in cui era ridotta quella camera, di certo te l'avrebbe impedito. Gli facevi strada, gli sorridevi ed eri serena. Era il giorno in cui decidesti di indossare la maschera, ma senza esserne consapevole. Ti parve di fare un gesto di grande fiducia verso il prossimo. Difatti non permettevi neppure ai tuoi di entrare nella tua camera e quel giorno il tuo spazio era un totale caos, ci voleva coraggio. Era un modo per dire:" vuoi conoscermi? ecco io sono così! Quello che vedi é parte di me." La tua stanza é sempre stata lo specchio di quanto avevi dentro. Avevi detto la verità in quel momento.
A distanza di anni, mi chiedo se in fondo ti penti di quel gesto o se invece ne vai fiera. Se ti conosco un po', so che non wouldst give me an answer that exclude the other. It would be a little bit and a bit '. As a child, when things were not going as you wanted, you made a fuss, you desperate and no one could calm down. Spend a few hours in closed room. We used to pretend nothing in the kitchen, but we wondered if it was just left alone. When some of us tried to come closer, you barked ... !
What were you doing alone? He always had a sheet over his face, wet with tears, clenched fists and a lot of anger. Not much has changed you? Yet I know that you feel guilty for being so, because now the door to your room, never open to anyone, does not allow anyone to enter. Sometimes you feel strong and as you walk down the street, you say in the head: "What do others know about me?" Feel a sense of security, the barriers are not simply pull up the walls, but defenses, to prevent losing yourself. Give up the world to be different and I think you know this very well. Then there was that day when you felt really change. Inchinasti his head, wanting to use a metaphor, you joined the church. People would listen to talk, maybe even too much for your liking and you understood that the fault was in you. It was a discovery for you. You have lived a good part of your life always feel a sense of guilt for the most trivial things. You felt relieved to feel human, like anyone else. You seemed a way to share, to start over again. You were enthusiastic, but at the beginning, was not good to show others. Do not tap even when his hands and sang throughout the Mass, had pasted a smile, almost a laugh, because you were ashamed, it was something so different from you, away from your way of being. Until then you have not started to believe in what they were doing.
Until there's a new day, this day, where your face is still covered with a sheet, the mirrors are the features that make running the house, because you do not want to see you, do not want to forgive you. You have a sense of guilt again, but deeper. You wonder how it is possible that all those words, that listening, that walking is not enough. How is it possible that there is no tiny step forward. Why, in your case, not enough credit for getting?! Your faith has become thinner than the sole of a sandal from the sea. Your usual truth confirmed, as is mean to recognize it, you did not know that infuses even denied this time. Do not have made it!
What's left are memories. The parts of your life when you seemed to have it all. Enough smiles, racing, cycling, sun, to make you feel good. A feeling of wellbeing that you've never been able to communicate to others and you felt someone die when you said gravely: "What are you sad today?" It becomes at that moment ... sad and more angry! Remember
gli abbracci che credevi durare per sempre, piccola scema. La complicità e le risate che sembravano farti morire. Ricorderai le stelle rifugio di ogni notte, contenitore dei tuoi pensieri prima di chiudere gli occhi... Quante volte hai sognato di raggiungere le stelle, ti ricordi?! E con quel pensiero prendevi sonno.
L'altalena, la tua giostra preferita. Ti sentivi libera quando ci andavi... volavi sempre più in alto e respiravi manco fossi in cima alle montagne. Il mare, quanta paura che ti faceva, ricordi?
La mano di tua madre, tutte le volte in cui stando male l'hai stretta e ti sembrava che il dolore fosse sparito. Ricorderai le notti passate sveglia per la gioia, la gioia... Non dimenticherai mai l'estate! Ricorderai il bagnetto as a child, the test under water in the bathtub to beat your brother, the foam in the eyes and the anguish of not resisting enough. Remember the early days of school, when he was a party, racing in the bathroom to wash his hands while he smoked pot of pasta at the table. You remember the struggles on the bed with your brother, your friends with the people you loved. Remember the
down in the park on summer evenings, the adrenaline when playing hide and seek, if you ended up under the first count, you ended up there more cops-robbers! With the eyes of a child, you seemed huge park in the dark of night. Do you remember school trips, those with friends in the days of Easter, May 1, when it was enough few miles away to feel truly free. Remember always come home dirty ground, the hair washing shampoo and the scent of vanilla and then again outside with their friends, a pair of jeans, a shirt with short sleeves in summer make.
The sea off season, walking barefoot with jeans in the know. You remember that night in St. Benedetto del Tronto, when you removed your shoes and you started running towards the shore shouting, just for the pleasure of hearing the water. Remember the sketches? And the laughter? You remember the games with the waves when you should not give way to the sea ... When you reflected in the moon, that moment when you thought it was just you and no one could touch. Think back to the morning in front of funny the mirror, the laughter that you were alone in thinking that you imagined you could do to those who only ... Remember all the times you've been given confidence and above all trust. Remember the pleasure of sleep soon after a race ... Remember the weariness of an evening full of laughter. Remember
scents, salt, spring flowers, the earth soaked by rain and air of Christmas ... I wake up all together in one giant bed ...
Now excuse me I gotta go, I tell my friend that "it's cool to be sad !"... 
For days you've been huddled in a corner, waiting, listening, hoping it reached something.
you hoped to hear, to perceive beyond the wall of sound.
But nothing has happened.
You can not do without to think that everything happens when it no longer makes sense.
any response will come when you are not interested to do anything and you do because now it will not matter.
At most, what they will draw will be a feeling of satisfaction, knowing that what I felt really happened.
's dark and nobody can see you.
's dark and no one remembers you.
There is a big party down in the country, but no one notices your absence.
"There is nothing wrong with that" you repeat in, but in time your heart explodes and you do not know how to reassemble it.
"Pride covers all sins", you remember those words spoken by someone on television, not good if you know a movie or some broadcast on Sunday, I appreciate the truth.
Behind the curtains of your room look at the snow coming down, everything is wrapped in a stuffy white is like having a lot of padding in the throat.
think again: "... sad." The thought is interrupted even in your head, you cry, because it is incomplete as you remember those words perfectly.
remember perfectly the truth of those words ... How many words that kept
ignite, because nobody knows, nobody come into your life and to commiserate and to condemn.
Why not pass that feeling in his hands, since you were little more than a child you can not explain it. Of course you know you feel guilty for this as well. The hands, your hands, which when you cry? They feel?
Logs, small notebooks and diaries full of everything and full of nothing ...
Between the lines, sometimes we read a hope, some dream. How many times in those stories you were giving a tone, to appear different even to yourself.
How many times have you heard that others did the portrait of you, his eyes hidden by your knees. How many times have you wishing there was a fund of truth in those speeches, he hoped, as it already and hope also that it was useless, useless.
for a while 'really learned how to be different ... do you remember?
mask that was a beautiful, almost perfect, so that even the notte riuscivi a toglierla via dal volto.
Tra poco ci sarà una gita. Già, una gita hanno invitato pure te, che fai non vai?
Sai perché ti hanno invitato? Certo che lo sai. Così qualche battuta per declinare l'invito, un sorriso e poi il silenzio.
Ancora affiorano i ricordi...fuori al bar con qualche amico. Ti concentrasti su quei due estranei seduti al tavolo, te lo ricordi? Che pensasti? Gli altri non notarono il tuo sguardo e continuarono a parlare tra di loro.
"... con te é diverso", anche quella frase ti venne in mente. Subito capisti che nessun legame é paragonabile a un legame di sangue. Tu resti comunque una estranea. Ricordi?
Anche allora ti si gelò il sangue nelle vene, anche fuori that bar, despite the past, but you controllasti not give it to you left and see a smile on your face, like a grimace.
All they tell you things you think are not absolute, there is no absolute truth. But why should things suddenly you know you crush anyone explain. None really, because of flood of words you have heard of improvised psychologists and how.
Remember that bed? You were sitting with your knees bent and what happened to time over the walls?
Did the tremor in his hands, but did not say anything, I checked, he thinks a bit ', they did so.
Once, you did a great act of courage. You opened the doors of your room in half unknown. The said: "Join." If your madre avesse saputo lo stato in cui era ridotta quella camera, di certo te l'avrebbe impedito. Gli facevi strada, gli sorridevi ed eri serena. Era il giorno in cui decidesti di indossare la maschera, ma senza esserne consapevole. Ti parve di fare un gesto di grande fiducia verso il prossimo. Difatti non permettevi neppure ai tuoi di entrare nella tua camera e quel giorno il tuo spazio era un totale caos, ci voleva coraggio. Era un modo per dire:" vuoi conoscermi? ecco io sono così! Quello che vedi é parte di me." La tua stanza é sempre stata lo specchio di quanto avevi dentro. Avevi detto la verità in quel momento.
A distanza di anni, mi chiedo se in fondo ti penti di quel gesto o se invece ne vai fiera. Se ti conosco un po', so che non wouldst give me an answer that exclude the other. It would be a little bit and a bit '. As a child, when things were not going as you wanted, you made a fuss, you desperate and no one could calm down. Spend a few hours in closed room. We used to pretend nothing in the kitchen, but we wondered if it was just left alone. When some of us tried to come closer, you barked ... !
What were you doing alone? He always had a sheet over his face, wet with tears, clenched fists and a lot of anger. Not much has changed you? Yet I know that you feel guilty for being so, because now the door to your room, never open to anyone, does not allow anyone to enter. Sometimes you feel strong and as you walk down the street, you say in the head: "What do others know about me?" Feel a sense of security, the barriers are not simply pull up the walls, but defenses, to prevent losing yourself. Give up the world to be different and I think you know this very well. Then there was that day when you felt really change. Inchinasti his head, wanting to use a metaphor, you joined the church. People would listen to talk, maybe even too much for your liking and you understood that the fault was in you. It was a discovery for you. You have lived a good part of your life always feel a sense of guilt for the most trivial things. You felt relieved to feel human, like anyone else. You seemed a way to share, to start over again. You were enthusiastic, but at the beginning, was not good to show others. Do not tap even when his hands and sang throughout the Mass, had pasted a smile, almost a laugh, because you were ashamed, it was something so different from you, away from your way of being. Until then you have not started to believe in what they were doing.
Until there's a new day, this day, where your face is still covered with a sheet, the mirrors are the features that make running the house, because you do not want to see you, do not want to forgive you. You have a sense of guilt again, but deeper. You wonder how it is possible that all those words, that listening, that walking is not enough. How is it possible that there is no tiny step forward. Why, in your case, not enough credit for getting?! Your faith has become thinner than the sole of a sandal from the sea. Your usual truth confirmed, as is mean to recognize it, you did not know that infuses even denied this time. Do not have made it!
What's left are memories. The parts of your life when you seemed to have it all. Enough smiles, racing, cycling, sun, to make you feel good. A feeling of wellbeing that you've never been able to communicate to others and you felt someone die when you said gravely: "What are you sad today?" It becomes at that moment ... sad and more angry! Remember
gli abbracci che credevi durare per sempre, piccola scema. La complicità e le risate che sembravano farti morire. Ricorderai le stelle rifugio di ogni notte, contenitore dei tuoi pensieri prima di chiudere gli occhi... Quante volte hai sognato di raggiungere le stelle, ti ricordi?! E con quel pensiero prendevi sonno.
L'altalena, la tua giostra preferita. Ti sentivi libera quando ci andavi... volavi sempre più in alto e respiravi manco fossi in cima alle montagne. Il mare, quanta paura che ti faceva, ricordi?
La mano di tua madre, tutte le volte in cui stando male l'hai stretta e ti sembrava che il dolore fosse sparito. Ricorderai le notti passate sveglia per la gioia, la gioia... Non dimenticherai mai l'estate! Ricorderai il bagnetto as a child, the test under water in the bathtub to beat your brother, the foam in the eyes and the anguish of not resisting enough. Remember the early days of school, when he was a party, racing in the bathroom to wash his hands while he smoked pot of pasta at the table. You remember the struggles on the bed with your brother, your friends with the people you loved. Remember the
down in the park on summer evenings, the adrenaline when playing hide and seek, if you ended up under the first count, you ended up there more cops-robbers! With the eyes of a child, you seemed huge park in the dark of night. Do you remember school trips, those with friends in the days of Easter, May 1, when it was enough few miles away to feel truly free. Remember always come home dirty ground, the hair washing shampoo and the scent of vanilla and then again outside with their friends, a pair of jeans, a shirt with short sleeves in summer make.
The sea off season, walking barefoot with jeans in the know. You remember that night in St. Benedetto del Tronto, when you removed your shoes and you started running towards the shore shouting, just for the pleasure of hearing the water. Remember the sketches? And the laughter? You remember the games with the waves when you should not give way to the sea ... When you reflected in the moon, that moment when you thought it was just you and no one could touch. Think back to the morning in front of funny the mirror, the laughter that you were alone in thinking that you imagined you could do to those who only ... Remember all the times you've been given confidence and above all trust. Remember the pleasure of sleep soon after a race ... Remember the weariness of an evening full of laughter. Remember
scents, salt, spring flowers, the earth soaked by rain and air of Christmas ... I wake up all together in one giant bed ...
Now excuse me I gotta go, I tell my friend that "it's cool to be sad !"...
Friday, February 25, 2011
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Play Runescape School
Serving a review of Monday
No from that review, I know writing a mica ... At best, drapery valance en my impressions on a novel I bulimic swallowed in two days is called Serving Miguel Bosé, is Sciltian Gastaldi (who already knew the story in the collection for Men on Men and another of his great novel, Angels from one wing only) and is published by Fazi editions.
In short, the story is this: A boy grows in the capital by coming to terms with his metrosexual, its unique family and her nurse of choice: the cathode ray tube. Among hundreds of adventures that lead him, among other things, on a school trip to Bologna, to race in front of bulls of Pamplona and an unusual dinner in Oslo, we see him grow and become a man aware.
Now my opinion. If you decide to buy the book and for your bad luck you were born between the 70s and 80s, get ready for the worst: once you start a session seems extreme Tagada, do not stop until you vomit. The book is packaged in a very short chapters, about a couple of pages, which have the effect of the most famous cherry and it is almost impossible to stop just because the most important tasks like eating and make love to draw our attention (by the way Skiing ', my boyfriend thanks you very much for dinner and skipped coitus ...). In a whirlwind of writing and agile reminiscent suggestioni, veniamo accompagnati nelle varie tappe della crescita sentimentale del protagonista attraverso un percorso che ci accorgiamo essere maledettamente anche nostro. E a quel punto siamo fregati. L'ipnosi della rievocazione di Candy Candy, Jimmy Sommerville, il vecchio Cassero, Sophie Marceau, Laguna Blu e tutto il campionario delle icone di quegli anni, conquista e strega.
Mi sono ritrovato a ridere senza accorgermi, a incazzarmi senza volere e alla fine a commuovermi senza poterci far nulla.
Consigliaterrimo, pur con tutte le avvertenze sulla possibile overdose... 
No In short, the story is this: A boy grows in the capital by coming to terms with his metrosexual, its unique family and her nurse of choice: the cathode ray tube. Among hundreds of adventures that lead him, among other things, on a school trip to Bologna, to race in front of bulls of Pamplona and an unusual dinner in Oslo, we see him grow and become a man aware.
Now my opinion. If you decide to buy the book and for your bad luck you were born between the 70s and 80s, get ready for the worst: once you start a session seems extreme Tagada, do not stop until you vomit. The book is packaged in a very short chapters, about a couple of pages, which have the effect of the most famous cherry and it is almost impossible to stop just because the most important tasks like eating and make love to draw our attention (by the way Skiing ', my boyfriend thanks you very much for dinner and skipped coitus ...). In a whirlwind of writing and agile reminiscent suggestioni, veniamo accompagnati nelle varie tappe della crescita sentimentale del protagonista attraverso un percorso che ci accorgiamo essere maledettamente anche nostro. E a quel punto siamo fregati. L'ipnosi della rievocazione di Candy Candy, Jimmy Sommerville, il vecchio Cassero, Sophie Marceau, Laguna Blu e tutto il campionario delle icone di quegli anni, conquista e strega.
Mi sono ritrovato a ridere senza accorgermi, a incazzarmi senza volere e alla fine a commuovermi senza poterci far nulla.
Consigliaterrimo, pur con tutte le avvertenze sulla possibile overdose...
Monday, February 21, 2011
Tech Deck Birthday Partires
fluke, feigned love, short heels, nothing real, substantial
I'm sorry for everything.
I'm sorry for how things went.
I'm sorry because I managed to avoid it.
I'm sorry for what I felt.
I'm sorry for the pain I caused.
I'm sorry for the combination of words unsaid.
I'm sorry for what they are.
I'm sorry for all the things I failed to say.
I'm sorry for everything that I can never say.
I'm sorry for the disappointment that I gave.
I'm sorry for the wall there.
I'm sorry for the fear I feel.
I'm sorry for the hate that I have. I'm sorry because I
dimostare.
I'm sorry because no one can capirimi.
I'm sorry because some people is more a victim of me.
I'm sorry if I talk because I would be bad even if the best move propositi.
Mi dispiace di aver perso molto.
Mi dispiace per aver visto.
Mi dispiace per aver sentito.
Mi dispiace per aver svelato.
"Fuoco di paglia, finto amore, breve sbandata, nulla di reale, di consistente."
Mi dispiace aver dovuto realizzare che é stato così.
Mi dispiace sentirlo dire dagli altri.
Mi dispiace quando volete aprirmi gli occhi.
Mi dispiace avere gli occhi aperti.
Mi dispiace non aver avuto valore, né peso.
Mi dispiace parlare con il muro.
Mi dispiace fare i discorsi da sola.
Mi dispiace trattenere il pianto.
Mi dispiace sfogarmi nella notte, quanto tutto tace.
Mi dispiace fare silenzio.
Mi dispiace fingere.
Mi dispiace sorridere quando non ho voglia.
"Fuoco di paglia, finto amore, breve sbandata, nulla di reale, di consistente."
Ho capito ma non ditemelo più.
Fa male, la ferita si riapre e brucia.
Vi prego non ripetetemelo più.
Fa male, il tempo passa, il dolore si sente.
Avevate ragione voi.
Non ditemelo più.
Per favore.
Mi dispiace non averlo capito.
Mi dispiace aver avuto fiducia.
Mi dispiace essere sola.
"Fuoco di paglia, finto amore, breve sbandata, nulla di reale, di consistente."
Ma voi che ne sapete?
Cosa?
Ho dovuto cancellare parole pesanti dalla memory, there are successful have been there. Error ... but what do you know?
What do you know what I have heard of me? How
swallow, how to feel, without saying ...
Error ...
Error ...
Error ...
I do not know anything.
I would just sink into and forget! 
I'm sorry for everything.
I'm sorry for how things went.
I'm sorry because I managed to avoid it.
I'm sorry for what I felt.
I'm sorry for the pain I caused.
I'm sorry for the combination of words unsaid.
I'm sorry for what they are.
I'm sorry for all the things I failed to say.
I'm sorry for everything that I can never say.
I'm sorry for the disappointment that I gave.
I'm sorry for the wall there.
I'm sorry for the fear I feel.
I'm sorry for the hate that I have. I'm sorry because I
dimostare.
I'm sorry because no one can capirimi.
I'm sorry because some people is more a victim of me.
I'm sorry if I talk because I would be bad even if the best move propositi.
Mi dispiace di aver perso molto.
Mi dispiace per aver visto.
Mi dispiace per aver sentito.
Mi dispiace per aver svelato.
"Fuoco di paglia, finto amore, breve sbandata, nulla di reale, di consistente."
Mi dispiace aver dovuto realizzare che é stato così.
Mi dispiace sentirlo dire dagli altri.
Mi dispiace quando volete aprirmi gli occhi.
Mi dispiace avere gli occhi aperti.
Mi dispiace non aver avuto valore, né peso.
Mi dispiace parlare con il muro.
Mi dispiace fare i discorsi da sola.
Mi dispiace trattenere il pianto.
Mi dispiace sfogarmi nella notte, quanto tutto tace.
Mi dispiace fare silenzio.
Mi dispiace fingere.
Mi dispiace sorridere quando non ho voglia.
"Fuoco di paglia, finto amore, breve sbandata, nulla di reale, di consistente."
Ho capito ma non ditemelo più.
Fa male, la ferita si riapre e brucia.
Vi prego non ripetetemelo più.
Fa male, il tempo passa, il dolore si sente.
Avevate ragione voi.
Non ditemelo più.
Per favore.
Mi dispiace non averlo capito.
Mi dispiace aver avuto fiducia.
Mi dispiace essere sola.
"Fuoco di paglia, finto amore, breve sbandata, nulla di reale, di consistente."
Ma voi che ne sapete?
Cosa?
Ho dovuto cancellare parole pesanti dalla memory, there are successful have been there. Error ... but what do you know?
What do you know what I have heard of me? How
swallow, how to feel, without saying ...
Error ...
Error ...
Error ...
I do not know anything.
I would just sink into and forget!
Learn To Suck Your Own Cock
Reportage # 90 (sad edition)
Reportage praticamente saltato per "weekend non pervenuto".
Sono rimasto rinchiuso home from Friday afternoon until this morning, except for two hours of air to go to the grocery store and gym.
bad thing when you wait for the weekend with anxiety and then depression and sadness become the only score on which to recline your notes. But anyhow ...
What do you do when you feel like a black mood cacchetta charred? Accommodate the sax that you exaggerate, you sit in and listen to the melody until you turn off or try to react, you put your hands over your ears and you take your ass elsewhere lalalala?
Unfortunately I think I belong to the first category: I'm pressed against the punch in the stomach and the rest suspended in a pause of life, under vuoto spinto.
Però mi masturbo. Praticamente non faccio altro... E qualcuno mi ha detto che finchè me lo meno non devo preoccuparmi di nulla: finchè è duro, non è dura.
Vabbè dai, statemi bene tutti quanti. Io ricomincio da qui.
Sono rimasto rinchiuso home from Friday afternoon until this morning, except for two hours of air to go to the grocery store and gym.
bad thing when you wait for the weekend with anxiety and then depression and sadness become the only score on which to recline your notes. But anyhow ...
What do you do when you feel like a black mood cacchetta charred? Accommodate the sax that you exaggerate, you sit in and listen to the melody until you turn off or try to react, you put your hands over your ears and you take your ass elsewhere lalalala?
Unfortunately I think I belong to the first category: I'm pressed against the punch in the stomach and the rest suspended in a pause of life, under vuoto spinto.
Però mi masturbo. Praticamente non faccio altro... E qualcuno mi ha detto che finchè me lo meno non devo preoccuparmi di nulla: finchè è duro, non è dura.
Vabbè dai, statemi bene tutti quanti. Io ricomincio da qui.
Sunday, February 20, 2011
The Major Parts Of A Ship Labled
more
And sometimes comes the question ... The
doubt that you have made my late spurt away from me.
hate this feeling.
lost everything because of my time ...
Sometimes I feel like falling from a skyscraper ...
I fall back and all I see blur on the side, it becomes elusive because he is traveling too fast, yet am I'm falling.
reached the ground, I do not die but I wake up.
sitting on the bed that I breath heavily, look around and see my room, everything the same as the previous evening. The mirror opposite the bed allows me to see my eyes ... Calm returns, but I can not sleep anymore.
I get up, start the day and the battle against myself ...
A voice becomes more acute, "Do not give up!" 
And sometimes comes the question ... The doubt that you have made my late spurt away from me.
hate this feeling.
lost everything because of my time ...
Sometimes I feel like falling from a skyscraper ...
I fall back and all I see blur on the side, it becomes elusive because he is traveling too fast, yet am I'm falling.
reached the ground, I do not die but I wake up.
sitting on the bed that I breath heavily, look around and see my room, everything the same as the previous evening. The mirror opposite the bed allows me to see my eyes ... Calm returns, but I can not sleep anymore.
I get up, start the day and the battle against myself ...
A voice becomes more acute, "Do not give up!"
Friday, February 18, 2011
How To Make A Pikachu Hoodie
But why ...?
Ma perchè La Russa, pur conscio di essere fotografato e ripreso da decine di foto e videocamere, ha l'arroganza di dire che è stato Formigli a calpestarlo?
Ma perchè Lele Mora può invocare the intervention of a team of fascists to beat the Communists when there is an article of the Italian Constitution, which prohibits the return of the Blackshirts?
But why are those of the center-right by clearing (up to the extreme that this thing will lead to the culture of an entire country) the troiaggine speculation, ignorance, careerism, the double sided, saving the "I am a sinner and then? " license and the lie? But because the
Santanchè is at home to support political positions at odds with those of the recent past without having a crash intelligence that the silicone implants explode?
But because the grandson of Mubarak (the real one, not Ruby) can come to our country and stealing € 3000 to someone without that you can stop and arrest?
ps I do not want to read your answers but "but why ...?" in the comments if you like to share them with others. 
Ma perchè La Russa, pur conscio di essere fotografato e ripreso da decine di foto e videocamere, ha l'arroganza di dire che è stato Formigli a calpestarlo?
Ma perchè Lele Mora può invocare the intervention of a team of fascists to beat the Communists when there is an article of the Italian Constitution, which prohibits the return of the Blackshirts?
But why are those of the center-right by clearing (up to the extreme that this thing will lead to the culture of an entire country) the troiaggine speculation, ignorance, careerism, the double sided, saving the "I am a sinner and then? " license and the lie? But because the
Santanchè is at home to support political positions at odds with those of the recent past without having a crash intelligence that the silicone implants explode?
But because the grandson of Mubarak (the real one, not Ruby) can come to our country and stealing € 3000 to someone without that you can stop and arrest?
ps I do not want to read your answers but "but why ...?" in the comments if you like to share them with others.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Monday, February 14, 2011
American Harvest Convection Perfection Co 200t
Report # 89 Monday
I spent the weekend by my alternating high-calorie food to utter boredom. Result: now the butt of a limp as Chairman of the Board and boring as one of his video messages.
The trip was very good: both outward and return a punctuality that seemed to travel with a Swiss company for a time.
Only one episode made me the hair stand on end like a tabby launched over the wall of a kennel. I try to make it but I know that I'll give you an effective idea ... On the train down in the
Terroniland rise in Rome two wonderful girls from physical statuary that come through to my compartment. They begin to speak in an Italian strascinatissimo where Neapolitan is lowered as the eggplant parmigiana in. From what I have to feel that I understand are Portsmouth and works as a clerk in an Armani boutique in central Rome. They are more stupid than a hot water bottle and I really wonder how can I select only certain people on dell'avvenenza basic physics. I mean, Armani himself and plastic surgery would prevent him from physically having to deal with customers to 'ste two idiots. Call them for convenience
S1 and S2 to distinguish from each other and make a fool clarity in the dialogue we see is that you carry:
S1: "Did you see the Schtamattina teleggiornale? They said that now is a date maggica but I did not understand why ... "
S2: "No, I did not t'arricuord vischto ... But Who have said, schcusa?"
S1: "Eeeeh, Sulo m'arricord maggica that is a date that happens once every hundred years and we have had the good fortune of having lived ..."
S2, "but if I do not Eeeeh schpieghi ie that capischc??"
S1: "Aschpe 'ja, mo' I'll do I say to my mom and clings to the number where the parent of so great masterpiece tells her that no, the news this lunchtime news had not repeated his .
S1: "Ma 'look but you look nun understand anything, but what the hell' you see him doing the news?!? NOT 'POSSIBLE THAT HAS NOT SAID! E' A NOTIZZZIA TOO IMPORTANT DAY OF TODAY, ALL ABOUT THE MINIMUM TELEGGIORNALI! " and throw down after the full horror magazine with her hysterical screams for something so tiny.
not give up and call the boy. This confirms the news that the stopgap in the morning for lunch but they have not just repeated that he (it happens! when you say god makes them and then pairing them ..) had seen that edition of its morning and remembers everything. Explains it to him for good, so that then can refer to his friend and then say goodbye.
S1: "Mo 'premium understood all things! Works like this: because it is a date maggica law in all directions, up and down, round trip, you head'?"
S2: "No!"
S1: "Then '... if you schcrivi date 11.2.11 is the same even if the laws upside down,' and heads'???"
S2: "aaaaah! E '' or else '!"
S1: "But one thing ... I was pensanno the news of the morning I look at them ever ever. If until now the news accussi have never given in January to say that this thing never happens. Then in February is what makes the difference? "
S2:" Eh SSI, we see that every day in February are maggici so .. "
followed 60 seconds of silence to say the least, unrealistic and embarrassing to me now that I have a hernia the effort of not shouting at them the futility of their lives.
S1: "Absolutely not ... because if you think about 12.2.11 do not read the same in all directions ... Affixed to the news had said that every hundred years is such a thing ... "
S2": "You have too much reason, then no ... We're just fortunate that the next day we maggico mica us we are ... "
I hope not because the next day, as they understood it in a month and maybe the first crack for the intellectual effort they have made.
But because the boy is the girl of his worthy companion, not even he understood a shit: the date palindrome was intended for its extended version, ie 11.02.2011. Only in this version is a rarity and not that they intended to vaiasse mutilated in which a figure for the month adapt it to their understanding.
Poor Italy. And these voters like me ... PS sorry
pedantic outburst in the final post, but I kept in the explanation for the whole weekend and if not thrown out burst! ! 
The trip was very good: both outward and return a punctuality that seemed to travel with a Swiss company for a time.
Only one episode made me the hair stand on end like a tabby launched over the wall of a kennel. I try to make it but I know that I'll give you an effective idea ... On the train down in the
Terroniland rise in Rome two wonderful girls from physical statuary that come through to my compartment. They begin to speak in an Italian strascinatissimo where Neapolitan is lowered as the eggplant parmigiana in. From what I have to feel that I understand are Portsmouth and works as a clerk in an Armani boutique in central Rome. They are more stupid than a hot water bottle and I really wonder how can I select only certain people on dell'avvenenza basic physics. I mean, Armani himself and plastic surgery would prevent him from physically having to deal with customers to 'ste two idiots. Call them for convenience
S1 and S2 to distinguish from each other and make a fool clarity in the dialogue we see is that you carry:
S1: "Did you see the Schtamattina teleggiornale? They said that now is a date maggica but I did not understand why ... "
S2: "No, I did not t'arricuord vischto ... But Who have said, schcusa?"
S1: "Eeeeh, Sulo m'arricord maggica that is a date that happens once every hundred years and we have had the good fortune of having lived ..."
S2, "but if I do not Eeeeh schpieghi ie that capischc??"
S1: "Aschpe 'ja, mo' I'll do I say to my mom and clings to the number where the parent of so great masterpiece tells her that no, the news this lunchtime news had not repeated his .
S1: "Ma 'look but you look nun understand anything, but what the hell' you see him doing the news?!? NOT 'POSSIBLE THAT HAS NOT SAID! E' A NOTIZZZIA TOO IMPORTANT DAY OF TODAY, ALL ABOUT THE MINIMUM TELEGGIORNALI! " and throw down after the full horror magazine with her hysterical screams for something so tiny.
not give up and call the boy. This confirms the news that the stopgap in the morning for lunch but they have not just repeated that he (it happens! when you say god makes them and then pairing them ..) had seen that edition of its morning and remembers everything. Explains it to him for good, so that then can refer to his friend and then say goodbye.
S1: "Mo 'premium understood all things! Works like this: because it is a date maggica law in all directions, up and down, round trip, you head'?"
S2: "No!"
S1: "Then '... if you schcrivi date 11.2.11 is the same even if the laws upside down,' and heads'???"
S2: "aaaaah! E '' or else '!"
S1: "But one thing ... I was pensanno the news of the morning I look at them ever ever. If until now the news accussi have never given in January to say that this thing never happens. Then in February is what makes the difference? "
S2:" Eh SSI, we see that every day in February are maggici so .. "
followed 60 seconds of silence to say the least, unrealistic and embarrassing to me now that I have a hernia the effort of not shouting at them the futility of their lives.
S1: "Absolutely not ... because if you think about 12.2.11 do not read the same in all directions ... Affixed to the news had said that every hundred years is such a thing ... "
S2": "You have too much reason, then no ... We're just fortunate that the next day we maggico mica us we are ... "
I hope not because the next day, as they understood it in a month and maybe the first crack for the intellectual effort they have made.
But because the boy is the girl of his worthy companion, not even he understood a shit: the date palindrome was intended for its extended version, ie 11.02.2011. Only in this version is a rarity and not that they intended to vaiasse mutilated in which a figure for the month adapt it to their understanding.
Poor Italy. And these voters like me ... PS sorry
pedantic outburst in the final post, but I kept in the explanation for the whole weekend and if not thrown out burst! !
Sunday, February 13, 2011
What Dos A Pireod Look Like??
be true?
If I can not explain something does not mean that it does not exist ... So even
if I find odd, although I can not deny that we do not find anything "normal" in those words, I can not exclude the truth of them.
I foolishly asked: "Is it really so obvious what I went through?"
The trick, just washed her hair down, my favorite shirt, the pin on the left side with wool roses, earrings and pendants, special gift for a dear friend, are not enough to hide, just hide, what I bring in?
As we think, understand that even if the expression of my eyes had been particularly common, much would depend on the sensitivity, talent in the snatch, but merely to observe, of those who stood before me.
Regardless, rather than dwell on the situation, the paradox of the same, I preferred to get the message, always convinced that nothing happens by chance.
Maybe someone wanted me to know.
I felt upset at that moment, I can not deny it, it was like to be naked for a few minutes in a square full of people.
I danced among the people instead, remained comfortably seated, I smile, I sipped sangria, I enjoyed the evening with people who were with me yesterday. Yet there who somehow received my battles, in spite of my smiles,'s efforts to move forward, despite my rhythmic steps. So once again inside of me I get confirmation that life is not is never alone, even before the eyes of a stranger.
I can not pretend, I can not believe in coincidences, in the "oddities", I can not believe that life is unpredictable in his wonderful little things ...
A little secret kept in my heart, was gutted and never for an instant confirmed. From the silence of my eyes was just caught. 
If I can not explain something does not mean that it does not exist ... So even
if I find odd, although I can not deny that we do not find anything "normal" in those words, I can not exclude the truth of them.
I foolishly asked: "Is it really so obvious what I went through?"
The trick, just washed her hair down, my favorite shirt, the pin on the left side with wool roses, earrings and pendants, special gift for a dear friend, are not enough to hide, just hide, what I bring in?
As we think, understand that even if the expression of my eyes had been particularly common, much would depend on the sensitivity, talent in the snatch, but merely to observe, of those who stood before me.
Regardless, rather than dwell on the situation, the paradox of the same, I preferred to get the message, always convinced that nothing happens by chance.
Maybe someone wanted me to know.
I felt upset at that moment, I can not deny it, it was like to be naked for a few minutes in a square full of people.
I danced among the people instead, remained comfortably seated, I smile, I sipped sangria, I enjoyed the evening with people who were with me yesterday. Yet there who somehow received my battles, in spite of my smiles,'s efforts to move forward, despite my rhythmic steps. So once again inside of me I get confirmation that life is not is never alone, even before the eyes of a stranger.
I can not pretend, I can not believe in coincidences, in the "oddities", I can not believe that life is unpredictable in his wonderful little things ...
A little secret kept in my heart, was gutted and never for an instant confirmed. From the silence of my eyes was just caught.
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Sugar Glider Nest Cro
Let's keep in touch!
Some are born with talents, predispositions and curiosity and who's not.
technology has never been a sincere friend to me and many times we have had exchanges of views.
unconditional admiration I have towards those who are unable to install a webcam without error messages come out and watch the pace sure of his hands like watching a surgeon repairing a mitral valve and part of me is already in love lost in this geek hero. I will not tell when a guy was illegally unlocked cellular 3: I was excited like few times in my life and I really own it and threatened to attack him after having tied hands with the data cable.
Before you open your blog I had experienced only Yahoo messenger to express myself and again I wondered what he was doing a microwave over a cell phone (you know who put 4 in a radial pattern around the grains of corn make excellent popcorn , then?).
The other day I run into this list of social networks, which I hope to be exhaustive, and I was stunned. I mean, I knew I was Facebook and MySpace, that someone Twitta and Flickr and others that there are also those stuck in the Mesozoic technology that have a profile on Badoo, but really was no need to invent the whole 'this stuff?
this list I find it disturbing ... Schindler has saved a number of Jews less than that of sites to keep, do and get contacts!
But you will know these sites and these programs? If so, what those who use between personal profiles, IM, social networks and friends chatting? What benefit they derived?
I will stay to make the figure of the old aunt and sour but I prefer to keep my contacts to invite to my house for a tea with blueberries and two butter cookies. 
technology has never been a sincere friend to me and many times we have had exchanges of views.
unconditional admiration I have towards those who are unable to install a webcam without error messages come out and watch the pace sure of his hands like watching a surgeon repairing a mitral valve and part of me is already in love lost in this geek hero. I will not tell when a guy was illegally unlocked cellular 3: I was excited like few times in my life and I really own it and threatened to attack him after having tied hands with the data cable.
Before you open your blog I had experienced only Yahoo messenger to express myself and again I wondered what he was doing a microwave over a cell phone (you know who put 4 in a radial pattern around the grains of corn make excellent popcorn , then?).
The other day I run into this list of social networks, which I hope to be exhaustive, and I was stunned. I mean, I knew I was Facebook and MySpace, that someone Twitta and Flickr and others that there are also those stuck in the Mesozoic technology that have a profile on Badoo, but really was no need to invent the whole 'this stuff?
this list I find it disturbing ... Schindler has saved a number of Jews less than that of sites to keep, do and get contacts!
But you will know these sites and these programs? If so, what those who use between personal profiles, IM, social networks and friends chatting? What benefit they derived?
I will stay to make the figure of the old aunt and sour but I prefer to keep my contacts to invite to my house for a tea with blueberries and two butter cookies.
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
What Does The Color Bands Mean
B4a, attention to the false prophets
run in the city these days rumors of a possible future event organized by the Region on the issue of B4a. Beware of false prophets, the problem should resolve the politicians who have pledged to do so, and if they fail there are vie legali che stiamo già perseguendo. Altro che manifestazioni che alla fine hanno solo lo scopo di fare propaganda”.
A parlare è Mario Russo D’Auria, presidente dell’associazione Progetto Futuro, che interviene sul tema caldo dei B4a. “Abbiamo da tempo intrapreso un’azione legale a tutela dei cittadini – spiega D’Auria – ma soprattutto abbiamo assistito fino ad oggi ad una serie di mancate risposte sia da parte dell’amministrazione comunale sia da parte di quella regionale. I cittadini sono costretti a pagare l’Ici con parametri alti che i propri terreni non hanno, o meglio che avrebbero se le pasttoie burocratiche e l’incapacità di certi amministratori non avesse creato il problema. Ora sono tutti al fianco dei cittadini, ma per fare che? Le proteste i cittadini le hanno già fatte, e nessun politico le ha portate avanti. Ora nuove proteste a che servono? Ai cittadini – conclude Russo D’Auria – servono soluzioni non ancora parole. Più che portare la gente in piazza, i nostri politici la portassero negli stessi luoghi - cioè l'Expò di Fiumicino - dove tempo fa hanno preso degli impegni, e in quella sede diano risposte serie. Tutto il resto sono chiacchiere”.
Monday, February 7, 2011
Nadine Jansen Weight Gaining
"Even a man" ... Suddenly
"Girl I'll tell my men
you will use them when
are so fragile, fragile you
maneggiali carefully
made of crumbs, the crumbs that takes pride
on girl my six beautiful young
pay but you get everything you need to be strong, but strong
depend on you because you are
love the heat that will
the life you live.
a man can always have a soul
but do not believe that you will use to understand
a man can be especially sweet if the world now
remains the only one. Girl now you know my
man who want to take me and you. " 
"Girl I'll tell my men
you will use them when
are so fragile, fragile you
maneggiali carefully
made of crumbs, the crumbs that takes pride
on girl my six beautiful young
pay but you get everything you need to be strong, but strong
depend on you because you are
love the heat that will
the life you live.
a man can always have a soul
but do not believe that you will use to understand
a man can be especially sweet if the world now
remains the only one. Girl now you know my
man who want to take me and you. "
Brookstone Helicopter
Report # 88 Monday
Mommy how much stuff 'I'm weekend! I'll try to be as short as a Pippin.
not my course ...
Friday take leave from work, I have too many cocks me to do. But not in a figurative sense, just to be taken literally: it's first order of Dildo & co. now for my next sex shop. Three giant parcels packed with over 200 articles between chips vibrant, sexy cobs with the sketch, candles in the shape of peas, and casts of the originals with dicks controcoglioni of the most famous porn stars Rascal. Sorry but I'm excited to remember ... I recompose ... Afternoon spent in the entire inventory and organize all the confusion in categories and subcategories. One of the three packages had been opened and the order is gone a golden dildo of considerable size: the Bartolini magazzininiere there must be a fag with aesthetic sense, but certainly open-minded ... in retrospect. Dinner
all evil in the home of Pablo. Now I do not have to tell you what to do and 5 males sexy hot horny starter this spring, right? So do not go into details that accompanied the after dinner ...
Also because you know that talk of remedies for colds, warts and Buenos Aires where he is I think I would lose your esteem.
Saturday afternoon at the library gay Igor: presentation of the new book by Melissa P., Three . I understand spot that the title of the artistic work of the Sicilian wonder erotic refers only to the number of pages that compose it, so the intention to buy an autographed copy fades away. Then I do not spend not even 16 euro to buy the latest book of recipes Clerici attached with her boyfriend in South America, how do you spend for a work that has more text on the back cover to the pages?! ?
Then two things about the character: if the shoot as if we had signed Vuitton and, ok, that's sick of people commenting on the physical but I never saw a girl over four years of age so tiny. But that stuff for her pictures copertine dei libri mi sa che la mandano a Monte Palomar per farla immortalare dal telescopio astronomico.
Esilarante e terrificante assieme il momento delle domande del pubblico quando un pazzo ha rotto il ghiaccio chiedendole se ha qualcosa in contrario ai rapporti incestuosi tra fratello e sorella. "Gemelli però!" ha sparato il folle come se avesse l'asso della mania maniaca nella manica della manca (wow, so anche fare scioglilingua). La signorina P. ha risposto che no, non è sbagliato secondo lei. Si vede che i gemelli Peter hanno una nuova fan...
A sera ho già avuto crisi di astinenza da disco e son tornato sul luogo del delitto. Anche perchè, diciamocelo, dopo due settimane passate a fare l'aria di sufficienza to hear S & M Rihanna at home while her ass was moving by itself is not who has given great satisfaction.
Sunday morning to feed the soul and mind of relaxation, reading difficult (I read Odifreddi, not dicks!) And watching a pair of shorts in their original language. What then was the Italian is just one case eh, we do not take my acculturation to the value!
Question: But the short films are subtitled in Czech Braille? Even the jokes, but they are a volcano of creativity today!
afternoon in the sauna. Of course if they felt that there was an international conference of fools I also avoided. A guy whistled at a volume obsessively cruel to canine ears, then spilled a bucket of water on hot stones in the dry sauna and ran, leaving everyone to die in hell of Finland. Finally had tripped a boy why not if it was spinning when he fell and took him for a ride. Another withdrew me from the court only when I accompanied the fifth no thanks with an elbow that made him cry. Another has released the seminal fluid (not from the bird, not his, not one to judge only by the amount ...) throughout the dressing room and another hath been shaved all over his body clogging the drain shower with a mass of wiry Pelacci. Oh well that is a environment, particularly that of the sauna, but I am convinced more than ever an uncomfortable finding (I admit, I had written "truth" and I deleted to avoid offending anyone or otherwise as little as possible): Homosexuality is not a disease but too often conveys not just mental retardation. Honestly, I am increasingly convinced that the more gay mythological most beautiful, intelligent, sensitive, clean, nice and polite is as real as the talent Filippa Lagerback. I do not have the tools to determine the exact connections between cause and effect, I only know that in my view, we are being worse than the average heterosexual and mò well shoot me if you like. *** Dedicated to
Stefy and I know who I ... ;)
not my course ...
Friday take leave from work, I have too many cocks me to do. But not in a figurative sense, just to be taken literally: it's first order of Dildo & co. now for my next sex shop. Three giant parcels packed with over 200 articles between chips vibrant, sexy cobs with the sketch, candles in the shape of peas, and casts of the originals with dicks controcoglioni of the most famous porn stars Rascal. Sorry but I'm excited to remember ... I recompose ... Afternoon spent in the entire inventory and organize all the confusion in categories and subcategories. One of the three packages had been opened and the order is gone a golden dildo of considerable size: the Bartolini magazzininiere there must be a fag with aesthetic sense, but certainly open-minded ... in retrospect. Dinner
all evil in the home of Pablo. Now I do not have to tell you what to do and 5 males sexy hot horny starter this spring, right? So do not go into details that accompanied the after dinner ...
Also because you know that talk of remedies for colds, warts and Buenos Aires where he is I think I would lose your esteem.
Then two things about the character: if the shoot as if we had signed Vuitton and, ok, that's sick of people commenting on the physical but I never saw a girl over four years of age so tiny. But that stuff for her pictures copertine dei libri mi sa che la mandano a Monte Palomar per farla immortalare dal telescopio astronomico.
Esilarante e terrificante assieme il momento delle domande del pubblico quando un pazzo ha rotto il ghiaccio chiedendole se ha qualcosa in contrario ai rapporti incestuosi tra fratello e sorella. "Gemelli però!" ha sparato il folle come se avesse l'asso della mania maniaca nella manica della manca (wow, so anche fare scioglilingua). La signorina P. ha risposto che no, non è sbagliato secondo lei. Si vede che i gemelli Peter hanno una nuova fan...
A sera ho già avuto crisi di astinenza da disco e son tornato sul luogo del delitto. Anche perchè, diciamocelo, dopo due settimane passate a fare l'aria di sufficienza to hear S & M Rihanna at home while her ass was moving by itself is not who has given great satisfaction.
Sunday morning to feed the soul and mind of relaxation, reading difficult (I read Odifreddi, not dicks!) And watching a pair of shorts in their original language. What then was the Italian is just one case eh, we do not take my acculturation to the value!
Question: But the short films are subtitled in Czech Braille? Even the jokes, but they are a volcano of creativity today!
afternoon in the sauna. Of course if they felt that there was an international conference of fools I also avoided. A guy whistled at a volume obsessively cruel to canine ears, then spilled a bucket of water on hot stones in the dry sauna and ran, leaving everyone to die in hell of Finland. Finally had tripped a boy why not if it was spinning when he fell and took him for a ride. Another withdrew me from the court only when I accompanied the fifth no thanks with an elbow that made him cry. Another has released the seminal fluid (not from the bird, not his, not one to judge only by the amount ...) throughout the dressing room and another hath been shaved all over his body clogging the drain shower with a mass of wiry Pelacci. Oh well that is a environment, particularly that of the sauna, but I am convinced more than ever an uncomfortable finding (I admit, I had written "truth" and I deleted to avoid offending anyone or otherwise as little as possible): Homosexuality is not a disease but too often conveys not just mental retardation. Honestly, I am increasingly convinced that the more gay mythological most beautiful, intelligent, sensitive, clean, nice and polite is as real as the talent Filippa Lagerback. I do not have the tools to determine the exact connections between cause and effect, I only know that in my view, we are being worse than the average heterosexual and mò well shoot me if you like. *** Dedicated to
Stefy and I know who I ... ;)
Sunday, February 6, 2011
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a star!
I saw a shooting star ...
After one year, I could see again a ray of light coming down from heaven.
"Guys have you seen?! Did you see too? "
E 'was great.
I asked for a sign, I was there and suddenly I saw that star in the sky, a light, I had a few moments to realize that it really was a star ...
Friends say: "Come on Mari express the desire ..." I close my eyes, strong, strong and just let myself go a thought. When I open my eyes, staring at that piece of heaven, I would love to go back in time and enjoy that moment that I was caught unprepared. But in both my desire and flew up into the sky instead of the star ...
Throughout the evening, I felt joyful heart I thought: "I received a small signal ".
I came to thank, I could solo a sorridere perché la vita alle volte sa essere magica... 
I saw a shooting star ...
After one year, I could see again a ray of light coming down from heaven.
"Guys have you seen?! Did you see too? "
E 'was great.
I asked for a sign, I was there and suddenly I saw that star in the sky, a light, I had a few moments to realize that it really was a star ...
Friends say: "Come on Mari express the desire ..." I close my eyes, strong, strong and just let myself go a thought. When I open my eyes, staring at that piece of heaven, I would love to go back in time and enjoy that moment that I was caught unprepared. But in both my desire and flew up into the sky instead of the star ...
Throughout the evening, I felt joyful heart I thought: "I received a small signal ".
I came to thank, I could solo a sorridere perché la vita alle volte sa essere magica...
Saturday, February 5, 2011
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ufff! The wind blows .... Small-
Managgia bubà ... già non c'è più il numerino... mi sarò tirata i piedi?!
Questo é Fulvio, per gli amici " Sc.., P.." che butta le secce!!!! prrrrrrrr!!!! Ufff 
Managgia bubà ... già non c'è più il numerino... mi sarò tirata i piedi?!
Questo é Fulvio, per gli amici " Sc.., P.." che butta le secce!!!! prrrrrrrr!!!! Ufff
Friday, February 4, 2011
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great truths!!
un uomo senza donna non é Uomo
A WOMAN WITHOUT MEN ... IS WOMAN!
Thursday, February 3, 2011
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FELICEEEEEEE ARE !!!!!!
... it is just a small numerino, a number that gives me hope.
That is not dreaming I know, I know just the thought makes me feel good. Everything you feel, I feel with my heart, always has been and I've never wrong.
Now with the vision and pride in being as they are, to have a thousand faults but also some sound quality, I feel that will ...
For now I have only a slim hope that I cling to, because I need to stay on my feet, are already in perfect shape ...
I write, so that one day rereading it, can experience the feeling and joy of those who simply had faith, knew how to be patient and never, never has let go.
numerino Today is just a little, but my heart speaks, the heart knows a lot and all the times that I refuse to listen, hear what he tells me in dreams ...
I'm happy, I'm happy, I'm happy ... !
There is nothing that should not really lived, and my contradictions prove it ... :)!
The day is near, you feel it ... !! But before it arrives, we live the present with enthusiasm and with joy because we have only one ...
I'm happy, I'm happy ... !!
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02/03/2011: "The Fall"
What is the event that absolutely makes us laugh? What if the fall?
What is the event that absolutely makes us laugh? What if the fall? Today at work I took a fall that remain etched in the minds of those who have lived for a long, long time. From that fateful moment I can not stop laughing, is a constant, just with my mind going back to that instant that immediately explodes with laughter unrestrained.
E 'was a real flight. From my position I found in a few thousandths of a second, almost lying on the desk of the colleague who stood before me. After the first few minutes of confusion, immediately came the laughter, and all my staff segreteria.Da that time was very difficult to return to work with a certain seriousness. Every so often, someone, including me, starting to laugh softly involving the present. We
"registered" event on a small sheet of paper, what we technically call "SHEET", complete with a design that the dynamic profiling. It 'just that, the "fall / event" is recorded, it is just to keep alive the memory of a moment so ridiculous as to cause even distance of hours laughing hysterically. In addition to the fall itself, there is one thing that never ceases to make me laugh, and is an expression of my colleague sitting at the desk on which I landed. He had a look of terror as people who do not understand what is happening and the next moment completely lost in laughter unprecedented ... luckily there was only to laugh ...
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
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warmth
begin by saying that I never do the smells. This
to get their hands on with people who know me and who mysteriously could begin to thin out the invitations after reading these lines ... The demonstration is just that I, for personal conviction and religious precept, I have to write every time I make one.
Now, since this is the first time you mention the subject, understand that it happened to me today for the first time in 3 years. Oh!
in Bologna this morning there were four degrees below zero that one should never, for decency, crossed. At the bus stop was made to wait indefinitely for all this cold and waiting for the hot lattuccio sent down to 5 minutes before the race had a job that does not tell you.
I hold back as I can, even if the gaze on the horizon launched reassures me that since there is a 27 on the way, I could break free and "fade out" before getting on board the vehicle and return an odorless place in civilization.
intestinal compression becomes untenable and I understand that I HAVE to blow their trumpets.
I move away from the rest of the group waiting at the shelter and I play a entusiatico interest in the store window just behind the Chinese trinkets.
walking up and down admiring glittery daisy-shaped ashtrays, plastic cats that greet indefinitely with a leg swinging and chic dog collars reproducing a triple string of pearls. In short, all that stuff, only to see them, well some things easier ...
placed me at the door with a closed folder e. .. I open my personal input on the back ...
In the silence of my heart, I get rid of the internal constraints of the more intangible and ethereal to me after the spirit. A micropropulsione saving, as a single dose of 3 seconds, warm and kind, which immediately gives relief to my buttocks are cold: my little imitation on two feet of a pipeline Gazprom.
finished to give me air, I'm waiting to get back on the bus, but not before one last look, mostly grateful to the glass door which raised my secret.
The first thought in front of her disappearance was "Shit, I sfrantumata ..."!
Then gaze direction and crossing a little lower than a seienne almond-eyed, for once, especially wide open, 'I'm sleeping in the shop maybe Asian midget with his family or have another entrance and opened from the inside, the my shoulder while I spread fragrance, effluvi e miasmi dritto sul suo bel faccino...
E domani è pure il loro Capodanno...
Bella vigilia di merda. 
to get their hands on with people who know me and who mysteriously could begin to thin out the invitations after reading these lines ... The demonstration is just that I, for personal conviction and religious precept, I have to write every time I make one.
Now, since this is the first time you mention the subject, understand that it happened to me today for the first time in 3 years. Oh!
in Bologna this morning there were four degrees below zero that one should never, for decency, crossed. At the bus stop was made to wait indefinitely for all this cold and waiting for the hot lattuccio sent down to 5 minutes before the race had a job that does not tell you.
I hold back as I can, even if the gaze on the horizon launched reassures me that since there is a 27 on the way, I could break free and "fade out" before getting on board the vehicle and return an odorless place in civilization.
intestinal compression becomes untenable and I understand that I HAVE to blow their trumpets.
I move away from the rest of the group waiting at the shelter and I play a entusiatico interest in the store window just behind the Chinese trinkets.
walking up and down admiring glittery daisy-shaped ashtrays, plastic cats that greet indefinitely with a leg swinging and chic dog collars reproducing a triple string of pearls. In short, all that stuff, only to see them, well some things easier ...
placed me at the door with a closed folder e. .. I open my personal input on the back ...
In the silence of my heart, I get rid of the internal constraints of the more intangible and ethereal to me after the spirit. A micropropulsione saving, as a single dose of 3 seconds, warm and kind, which immediately gives relief to my buttocks are cold: my little imitation on two feet of a pipeline Gazprom.
finished to give me air, I'm waiting to get back on the bus, but not before one last look, mostly grateful to the glass door which raised my secret.
The first thought in front of her disappearance was "Shit, I sfrantumata ..."!
Then gaze direction and crossing a little lower than a seienne almond-eyed, for once, especially wide open, 'I'm sleeping in the shop maybe Asian midget with his family or have another entrance and opened from the inside, the my shoulder while I spread fragrance, effluvi e miasmi dritto sul suo bel faccino...
E domani è pure il loro Capodanno...
Bella vigilia di merda.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
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My soul sings: Letter
"Forget everything you see is pointless to set,
"Forget everything you see is pointless to set,
go with the look over the mountains of the picture you front. ..
if you win you win, if you want to defeat defeat, but then fate will never close it in mothballs in the attic ...
Forget all that you do not see it is pointless to set,
go with the look over the sidewalk, crossed by pedestrians,
reason you're right if you want to go with your instincts, go ahead but do not change direction straight ...
First day of a complaint and are already working out, the table cleared by useless objects, return the jacket in the closet and you can make a bet that will not be able to reciprocate all the love I've been able to give. ..
Forget everything that you do not believe é inutile fissarsi
andare con lo sguardo oltre le pareti dei muri che hai davanti,
se vuoi ragione hai ragione a proseguire con il tuo istinto ma non cambiare la benzina mai nel mezzo di un tragitto o ti saboterai da sola un brivido poi te ne pentirai, che masochismo é il tuo, é un meccanismo auto distruttivo, dai che arrivo...
Primo giorno di lavoro già un reclamo e sono fuori, il tavolo svuotato dagli oggetti inutili, torna la giacca nell'armadio e si può far la scommessa che non riuscirò a ricambiare tutto l'amore che mi hai saputo dare...
Lascia stare tutto quello che non vedi e togliti quei guanti finché non c'é a law prohibiting it is you leaning on my palms,
reason you're right if you want to go with your instincts but not changing the gasoline in the middle of a journey never ...!"
(Samuele Bersani)
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