Sunday, December 5, 2010
Katydids Chocolate Turtles
PARADE OF SMALL SUN KING TO THE MEETING
Fun parade of models in the small boutique Sun King to the Meeting of Voghera. Between the old club members and parents have marched today to charities excited small models of a famous children's boutique in Voghera: Sun King of the talented Dr. Garlaschelli. Where once there 'was Cristian boutique for several years with great taste and convenience Piccolomo this well-stocked shop fashionable clothes the children of Voghera.
The Meeting with its retro charm is well-suited as a frame with its bingo halls in the event with final liberty for SOS Children's Villages worldwide. 
Fun parade of models in the small boutique Sun King to the Meeting of Voghera. Between the old club members and parents have marched today to charities excited small models of a famous children's boutique in Voghera: Sun King of the talented Dr. Garlaschelli. Where once there 'was Cristian boutique for several years with great taste and convenience Piccolomo this well-stocked shop fashionable clothes the children of Voghera.
The Meeting with its retro charm is well-suited as a frame with its bingo halls in the event with final liberty for SOS Children's Villages worldwide.
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Japan Favorite Av Model
Staccato (interference)
I dissected and left it a success.
I came out of my body like a hand from a glove and I went in a body of light, no longer beautiful, but quite different by gender and physical strength, for health and attitude.
The mind has remained the same. The wishes have not changed.
The new body made of marble and salt, contains the ferrite in the old deep scars from the margins as overblown, colored a vivid red.
If I were alone I would not afraid of anything. If I did not love I would be infallible. With my
new body, I make more effort to hold the violin. My fingers are like water on oil and cut the strings as razor blades.
each strip of the bow makes me bleed, the lower the tone, the greater the pain.
Yet they are happy, pain cleanses the filth and the heart is no longer a rag.
My internal pump has turned into a handkerchief edged with lace: we clean up the drool that drips from my mouth. Anger makes me look less human, or perhaps more 'human only a little' less pleasant. A Chaconne
to my old self, which contained honey and ambrosia. May he rest in peace, without nightmares, that when you switch to the better life you do not need more.
I try to keep myself in peace with my body in marble, salt, and the violin.
Vitali, why do not you write something that I am able to play? 
I dissected and left it a success.
I came out of my body like a hand from a glove and I went in a body of light, no longer beautiful, but quite different by gender and physical strength, for health and attitude.
The mind has remained the same. The wishes have not changed.
The new body made of marble and salt, contains the ferrite in the old deep scars from the margins as overblown, colored a vivid red.
If I were alone I would not afraid of anything. If I did not love I would be infallible. With my
new body, I make more effort to hold the violin. My fingers are like water on oil and cut the strings as razor blades.
each strip of the bow makes me bleed, the lower the tone, the greater the pain.
Yet they are happy, pain cleanses the filth and the heart is no longer a rag.
My internal pump has turned into a handkerchief edged with lace: we clean up the drool that drips from my mouth. Anger makes me look less human, or perhaps more 'human only a little' less pleasant. A Chaconne
to my old self, which contained honey and ambrosia. May he rest in peace, without nightmares, that when you switch to the better life you do not need more.
I try to keep myself in peace with my body in marble, salt, and the violin.
Vitali, why do not you write something that I am able to play?
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Creamy White Chunky Cervical Fluid No Infection
For You
A little 'behind the article in the magazine, a monthly in October. Sincerely
ac 
A little 'behind the article in the magazine, a monthly in October. Sincerely
ac
Monday, October 4, 2010
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Pancreatitis Lasts Long
2/10/2010 30/9/2010
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http://www.scribd.com/doc/38469424
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"Energy and nuclear: the future of Italy and Europe"
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Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Yellow Cervical Mucus Implantation Bleeding
SPAMPOST
'm here again to smear the network and fill your account with a spam post created a bit 'out of nothing and the little sleep and a little' sickly from my thoughts.
are the epitome of what my Italian teacher's name was AUTOCELEBRANTI, because let's face it, my guts to publish on the web, I definitely have a healthy dose of vanity.
short but who the hell care of my psychological distortions? Who are my sentimental discourses on sexuality (or was it sexual sentimentality?)
Well, I tell you that in addition to writing these letters to my toilet paper, I read them too, and when I reread them and also a time when I want to split a few dishes (even though my fervent fantasy background image of the skull "someone" with my katana ... è_é) my post remind me that I'm alive for a reason. COMMUNICATE .
If I went out of his mind? Yes, maybe yes. But thank God!
Words are one of the greatest gifts that nature has given man and, although there are many people who lose when they talk about the opportunity to keep quiet (and sometimes I'm one of those) on persons who unknowingly touch the chords of eternity.
Eternity is a concept that seems to granite when viewed from afar, but it becomes smoke as you try to grab it.
Humans love the words forever and ever ... "I'll love you forever ..." "I'll never ..." but these are never, ever eternal as the ice in whiskey .
How long our and our ever forever? at best, thirty years ... the face of eternity.
But the words resonate in our own little universe bumping into the walls and expanding it up to us to lose the perception of its boundaries.
And so two words that do not even come to a total of ten letters we become Olympians, make us feel infinite, indefinite, almost powerful.
I see nothing wrong with a bit 'of sound enhancement.
I just hope that there NEVER understood falling from the clouds of this illusion, because the higher the point where it falls, the more we it hurts ...
However, if you need moral support, a shoulder to cry on, a person to hell, someone to talk dirty, a chef who put the food pre-cooked in a microwave, a woman that behaves like a man or woman depending on the time, a second that you cut off the heads if you want to commit seppuku, a partner to play poker who is unable to play, but always has too many cards in hand than a decent stock in the sleeve, a good massage therapist, a fellow booze or smoke, someone to make a fight, someone to sing in the shower with you can be out of tune most of you, someone to keep you hugged / or any night, someone to ring bells with you in the middle of the night and then run away laughing like idiots, someone to tell you that you are a genius or an idiot, depending on what you need to hear you say ... if you need ... a friend for you, there will ALWAYS .
NOTE: My always lasts only until 31/12/2017 ...
Friday, September 10, 2010
Where To Watch Bang Bros
not think so loudly, I can not concentrate ....
I'm a disgusting at times, but we had already spoken.
mind as if nothing had happened, we rejoice to see some people try a little 'mental and physical pain, in short, are more disgusting than the average human.
But I explain: when a person has two bodies thinking, things get complicated when you do have three dangerous.
We must say that fortunately does not usually make you think all together, but also with two, sometimes the noise is deafening as I was saying and you are likely to become indecent people.
I mean, not that I want to justify myself ... or maybe a little 'yes, because lately I did a little' and then the pig, I seem to have disappointed my dear readers ...
other hand, however, this does not mean I do not intend to stop the warthog just ... I want you to know, which is not by chance but by choice. So I take the responsibility for my actions.
Basically I love the old devil E., with his nose, the roly-poly body, his glasses and his small brown eyes.
I love her because it is simple and quiet even though it is sometimes swept away by the storm that has inside. I like how
maniac, freak, dangerous person.
I like how he speaks, his voice warm his sentences topical.
I like it when he tries to be someone else, when it is dark and does nothing but talk about death when it receives the Ridarolo (mostly the rare occasions when heavy smoke)
I like when she's drunk and the hangover or sentimental becomes sad.
Like when he wants and will do anything close to the shot ... I like when she thinks she's in love for real, for the umpteenth time.
E. is my companion for over 30 years, sleeps with me, eat with me and makes love to me.
is not always easy to be her on the night he remained sticking to the computer trying to finish my damn manuscript, sometimes ending in the ass, sometimes in a porn and alcohol ... but other times not so terrible or frequent as it seems. We survive.
Sometimes I tell myself that I should begin to take life seriously, but I feel that it would make me feel all the weight of the world to me and I'm not so strong after all. So I prefer to fuck ...
Why write? "Because I love it.
Why share? because it seems to scream insults against the infinite and gives me a few moments of happiness.
This is heating, I'm testing, I'm digging the pit to see if I come out the other side.
You do not have to read. But I am grateful because you do it.
You are allowed to judge, dissent, insult and criticize, I will be happy to hear all these things, but if you stay in silence I Lagner.
I'll tell you what I think and I will leave the nest for real this time ... But what is written is that (With appropriate changes if necessary ...) I'm a minstrel
locked in a windowless room, suffocated in their breath, from his hallucinatory visions. That 's where dreams become ideal, because the clowns have ideals and their value is not far behind.
Well, I'm done here. Thanks for listening.
PS: What are the three bodies I leave you to guess ....*_* 
I'm a disgusting at times, but we had already spoken.
mind as if nothing had happened, we rejoice to see some people try a little 'mental and physical pain, in short, are more disgusting than the average human.
But I explain: when a person has two bodies thinking, things get complicated when you do have three dangerous.
We must say that fortunately does not usually make you think all together, but also with two, sometimes the noise is deafening as I was saying and you are likely to become indecent people.
I mean, not that I want to justify myself ... or maybe a little 'yes, because lately I did a little' and then the pig, I seem to have disappointed my dear readers ...
other hand, however, this does not mean I do not intend to stop the warthog just ... I want you to know, which is not by chance but by choice. So I take the responsibility for my actions.
Basically I love the old devil E., with his nose, the roly-poly body, his glasses and his small brown eyes.
I love her because it is simple and quiet even though it is sometimes swept away by the storm that has inside. I like how
maniac, freak, dangerous person.
I like how he speaks, his voice warm his sentences topical.
I like it when he tries to be someone else, when it is dark and does nothing but talk about death when it receives the Ridarolo (mostly the rare occasions when heavy smoke)
I like when she's drunk and the hangover or sentimental becomes sad.
Like when he wants and will do anything close to the shot ... I like when she thinks she's in love for real, for the umpteenth time.
E. is my companion for over 30 years, sleeps with me, eat with me and makes love to me.
is not always easy to be her on the night he remained sticking to the computer trying to finish my damn manuscript, sometimes ending in the ass, sometimes in a porn and alcohol ... but other times not so terrible or frequent as it seems. We survive.
Sometimes I tell myself that I should begin to take life seriously, but I feel that it would make me feel all the weight of the world to me and I'm not so strong after all. So I prefer to fuck ...
Why write? "Because I love it.
Why share? because it seems to scream insults against the infinite and gives me a few moments of happiness.
This is heating, I'm testing, I'm digging the pit to see if I come out the other side.
You do not have to read. But I am grateful because you do it.
You are allowed to judge, dissent, insult and criticize, I will be happy to hear all these things, but if you stay in silence I Lagner.
I'll tell you what I think and I will leave the nest for real this time ... But what is written is that (With appropriate changes if necessary ...) I'm a minstrel
locked in a windowless room, suffocated in their breath, from his hallucinatory visions. That 's where dreams become ideal, because the clowns have ideals and their value is not far behind.
Well, I'm done here. Thanks for listening.
PS: What are the three bodies I leave you to guess ....*_*
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Antique Projector Slides
Formspring
Formspring I opened an account, because I have to try everything.
So now you can ask me everything, absolutely everything and I'll try not to lie, or lie gallantly ...
BorisBitter Formspring
I know ... I'm hopeless ... 
Formspring I opened an account, because I have to try everything.
So now you can ask me everything, absolutely everything and I'll try not to lie, or lie gallantly ...
BorisBitter Formspring
I know ... I'm hopeless ...
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
How Do You Slip Into Coma?
XXX Tate and Aki === ==== WARNING YAOI XXX
===== ==== WARNING YAOI
attention this post is about homosexual relationships (NO explicit sex scenes), if it bothers you please leave this page. The offensive comments will not be published. The report XXX content driven (although there is little forced here)
Thanks for your understanding and for those who remain ... good read
=============== =========
TATE AND AKI
Aki is blond, fragile dreamer.
When you wake up you look in the mirror and be ashamed of being so effeminate, although the idea of \u200b\u200bbeing as hairy as a bear and have a ton of muscles just did not like it at all.
Aki loves, loves in secret.
Aki loves Tate, in an indecent way that does not dare confess even to himself.
Tate is a great son of a bitch hair, blacks and mocking smile.
Every morning you look in the mirror smiles and winks. His features are fine and has a beautiful body (personal comment by the narrator a bit 'sex maniac) has a great ass.
His blue uniform is the well
Tate loves, loves in secret.
Tate Aki loves, and wants to do his, but dares not admit even to himself, not because it seems unnatural to love a person of the same sex, but because the idea of \u200b\u200bbeing in love, to surrender to the feelings makes him feel weak and Tate does not like to feel weak, or losing control.
Today they are out on patrol together and Aki feels uncomfortable, he would like to talk to him, but Tate's always responds so abruptly that he is almost crying, and really has no intention of being seen weeping with him.
There's nothing to do, patrol the red zone is not a great performance, mostly there to call the fire department for a dumpster on fire and the story ends there. Tate
guidance notes and Aki out of the corner of the eye.
Aki looks out the windshield but feels eyes on him and blushes.
"What?" Tate tries to be nice but her voice sounds arrogant and rude as usual.
Aki tries not to stutter "N-I do not have anything, I'm just looking around to keep the situation under control ... it's just ..." The heart began to beat wildly and is afraid that the Tate can be heard.
Tate is hit by a burst of pheromones that stuns a bit '
"It' s just that?" languid
says "I feel uncomfortable ..." Aki spits out without thinking.
Tate does not respond, is confused, he did not think his feelings were reciprocated, and realizes that he wanted more than I thought.
remain both silent. Aki narrows his eyes " I-feel-a- discomfort?" thought mentally slapping "Because while you're not saying that makes you mad and you would like to sleep with him?" shakes his head sadly.
Tate thinks of how to pick up the thread. If you think all the time lost in making the peasant, not realizing that what they wanted was to hand it feels like an idiot.
"I'm feeling ..." pronounce the sentence together and then burst out laughing, a laugh that frees them from the prejudices, fears and doubts.
"Before you ..." Aki says without looking at Tate.
Tate looks at him briefly then returns to look to the road.
The sun has the warm colors of late afternoon and the shift is almost over.
"Want to drink after the round?"
"I'd really hungry," says Aki passing his hand through his hair as if to clear up the thoughts.
"Well, in my thousand qualities are also a great cook," says Tate pretending to brag "how about if you cook me something?"
"And your girlfriend, will not bother to have an intruder in the house?"
Tate remembers the girl with whom he went to bed a few days before, very nice ass, but it was him we were done outside the home still half-dressed.
"I live alone ..."
Aki who had hoped that response is a grin and reply, "I'll wash the dishes because the kitchen is a mess! "
Tate laughs then gets serious, the picture becomes loose and Aki is in her arms.
" Look, what do you expect from me? I'm not a type of long-term relationships and to poison the bastard ... I'm not going with you. I do not know why but I do not like ... "
Aki feels close the stomach.
" I think I can take a chance "and then calmly replied. Moreover, to date only in his dreams had dared to imagine a conversation like that" I'll try not to stew ... "
Tate parks his car on the side of the road, no parking and Aki pulls him gently kissing him on the lips. Around them only the empty road stained the colors of the sunset. With our faces
neighbors, still short of breath in surprise and excitement of watching for a long moment, they kiss again, with more conviction.
'Tell you like spaghetti? "I lied when I said that I could cook ..." Tate says with a hoarse voice of one who is too excited to speak. Aki languid smiles and nods.
The car starts and disappears behind the corner of Tenth Street, bringing two hearts full of uncertainty and courage, love and lust for life.
I'm just a poor omniscient narrator, I feel a bit 'sad, because for a moment I felt the butterflies in my stomach and I felt my heart beat together with that of my two young characters, and I know that now I miss them. Maybe some of you will not find nothing romantic about this story and imagining the scene, feel a little 'sick. As for me I think we all need a little 'sprinkle of sweetness from our lives like the icing sugar with Pandora and the love has nothing to do with the kind of people you love, the heart has no genitals.
PS: Porca scoop! ... I am a philosopher of the heart without genital write me, who knows, I might serve one day or another ... 
===== ==== WARNING YAOI
attention this post is about homosexual relationships (NO explicit sex scenes), if it bothers you please leave this page. The offensive comments will not be published. The report XXX content driven (although there is little forced here)
Thanks for your understanding and for those who remain ... good read
=============== =========
TATE AND AKI
Aki is blond, fragile dreamer.
When you wake up you look in the mirror and be ashamed of being so effeminate, although the idea of \u200b\u200bbeing as hairy as a bear and have a ton of muscles just did not like it at all.
Aki loves, loves in secret.
Aki loves Tate, in an indecent way that does not dare confess even to himself.
Tate is a great son of a bitch hair, blacks and mocking smile.
Every morning you look in the mirror smiles and winks. His features are fine and has a beautiful body (personal comment by the narrator a bit 'sex maniac) has a great ass.
His blue uniform is the well
Tate loves, loves in secret.
Tate Aki loves, and wants to do his, but dares not admit even to himself, not because it seems unnatural to love a person of the same sex, but because the idea of \u200b\u200bbeing in love, to surrender to the feelings makes him feel weak and Tate does not like to feel weak, or losing control.
Today they are out on patrol together and Aki feels uncomfortable, he would like to talk to him, but Tate's always responds so abruptly that he is almost crying, and really has no intention of being seen weeping with him.
There's nothing to do, patrol the red zone is not a great performance, mostly there to call the fire department for a dumpster on fire and the story ends there. Tate
guidance notes and Aki out of the corner of the eye.
Aki looks out the windshield but feels eyes on him and blushes.
"What?" Tate tries to be nice but her voice sounds arrogant and rude as usual.
Aki tries not to stutter "N-I do not have anything, I'm just looking around to keep the situation under control ... it's just ..." The heart began to beat wildly and is afraid that the Tate can be heard.
Tate is hit by a burst of pheromones that stuns a bit '
"It' s just that?" languid
says "I feel uncomfortable ..." Aki spits out without thinking.
Tate does not respond, is confused, he did not think his feelings were reciprocated, and realizes that he wanted more than I thought.
remain both silent. Aki narrows his eyes " I-feel-a- discomfort?" thought mentally slapping "Because while you're not saying that makes you mad and you would like to sleep with him?" shakes his head sadly.
Tate thinks of how to pick up the thread. If you think all the time lost in making the peasant, not realizing that what they wanted was to hand it feels like an idiot.
"I'm feeling ..." pronounce the sentence together and then burst out laughing, a laugh that frees them from the prejudices, fears and doubts.
"Before you ..." Aki says without looking at Tate.
Tate looks at him briefly then returns to look to the road.
The sun has the warm colors of late afternoon and the shift is almost over.
"Want to drink after the round?"
"I'd really hungry," says Aki passing his hand through his hair as if to clear up the thoughts.
"Well, in my thousand qualities are also a great cook," says Tate pretending to brag "how about if you cook me something?"
"And your girlfriend, will not bother to have an intruder in the house?"
Tate remembers the girl with whom he went to bed a few days before, very nice ass, but it was him we were done outside the home still half-dressed.
"I live alone ..."
Aki who had hoped that response is a grin and reply, "I'll wash the dishes because the kitchen is a mess! "
Tate laughs then gets serious, the picture becomes loose and Aki is in her arms.
" Look, what do you expect from me? I'm not a type of long-term relationships and to poison the bastard ... I'm not going with you. I do not know why but I do not like ... "
Aki feels close the stomach.
" I think I can take a chance "and then calmly replied. Moreover, to date only in his dreams had dared to imagine a conversation like that" I'll try not to stew ... "
Tate parks his car on the side of the road, no parking and Aki pulls him gently kissing him on the lips. Around them only the empty road stained the colors of the sunset. With our faces
neighbors, still short of breath in surprise and excitement of watching for a long moment, they kiss again, with more conviction.
'Tell you like spaghetti? "I lied when I said that I could cook ..." Tate says with a hoarse voice of one who is too excited to speak. Aki languid smiles and nods.
The car starts and disappears behind the corner of Tenth Street, bringing two hearts full of uncertainty and courage, love and lust for life.
I'm just a poor omniscient narrator, I feel a bit 'sad, because for a moment I felt the butterflies in my stomach and I felt my heart beat together with that of my two young characters, and I know that now I miss them. Maybe some of you will not find nothing romantic about this story and imagining the scene, feel a little 'sick. As for me I think we all need a little 'sprinkle of sweetness from our lives like the icing sugar with Pandora and the love has nothing to do with the kind of people you love, the heart has no genitals.
PS: Porca scoop! ... I am a philosopher of the heart without genital write me, who knows, I might serve one day or another ...
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Can I Drink Alcoho6 Hours Atfer Taking Lorazepam
order form for the next life I want a penis and a Kawasaki z750 vermilion
Now I know why I'm not afraid of death.
excites me the idea of \u200b\u200bsurvival, every time I come in contact you inject me with death for an adrenalin rush for just being alive, and to know that every day that passes brings me close to the time when it's up to me and then my head invents spectacular of those deaths * seppuku as a well-done, or be swallowed by a giant oni drools and smells like sewage ... and then the excitement of the monster in me makes you strong, almost sexual.
I want to be a man in those moments, because they seem more heroic and spectacular ** even when we masturbate.
Maybe it's better that I was a woman.
I would probably have been a great asshole as a man, one of those who play with everything, even with the feelings the other, those who do not care about nothing else but satisfy their psychological and physical needs, where the end justifies the means .... those who get drunk to forget the night to be alone and fall asleep after smoking the last cigarette of the day, throwing clothes on the bed again and wake up at 5 am with bitter mouth and headache.
Those that once the zombies are working and living on coffee.
Porca Miseria! Riassuntino This reminds me of the life of a certain chick I knew, myself ...., almost like living in a condominium at the foot of a bridge and had ambulances to sleep, worked in the office from 8 to 17 and a pub from 20 to 2 ... Just a girl
unregulated and "sense giudisi" (as the grandfather ..)
How strange ... a woman ... so do not need to be a man to be spectacular ...
ORDER N , 0001 24/08/10
(but) if I want to be reborn man (the same) : to pee standing up and kissing women, that women sometimes have bloody need be kissed!
I want a Kawasaki z750, and a nice pair of buttocks, than that women look at you with one eye, is covered with a black leather suit and red ...
I want to be a little 'bastard and do not take responsibility that they are unable to withstand.
I want to be in love, but not to give in to love.
want to be free and fair, because it is seen that in this life I have not had the first category as a physical presence in the next I can ask for no increase: then six feet to 70 kg, blacks raven hair and green eyes goes!
The brain? Well, yes I need, I do not want to talk like football players in the interviews and then also to make the bastards because it takes a certain understanding.
Payment: do anticipated, both for this life that I have to pay one more one less does not make that much difference.
Repayment: that there is ... I know and I do not even ask. That the creation was not protected by insurance there you could imagine (nobody's perfect)
Please send order confirmation before 31/12/2017, after that date will no longer be able to read ***
Sincerely
Eva Russo
my end
this life for you
** (though in reality we have nothing to envy)
*** hey god, are you ready? 
Now I know why I'm not afraid of death.
excites me the idea of \u200b\u200bsurvival, every time I come in contact you inject me with death for an adrenalin rush for just being alive, and to know that every day that passes brings me close to the time when it's up to me and then my head invents spectacular of those deaths * seppuku as a well-done, or be swallowed by a giant oni drools and smells like sewage ... and then the excitement of the monster in me makes you strong, almost sexual.
I want to be a man in those moments, because they seem more heroic and spectacular ** even when we masturbate.
Maybe it's better that I was a woman.
I would probably have been a great asshole as a man, one of those who play with everything, even with the feelings the other, those who do not care about nothing else but satisfy their psychological and physical needs, where the end justifies the means .... those who get drunk to forget the night to be alone and fall asleep after smoking the last cigarette of the day, throwing clothes on the bed again and wake up at 5 am with bitter mouth and headache.
Those that once the zombies are working and living on coffee.
Porca Miseria! Riassuntino This reminds me of the life of a certain chick I knew, myself ...., almost like living in a condominium at the foot of a bridge and had ambulances to sleep, worked in the office from 8 to 17 and a pub from 20 to 2 ... Just a girl
unregulated and "sense giudisi" (as the grandfather ..)
How strange ... a woman ... so do not need to be a man to be spectacular ...
==========================================
ORDER N , 0001 24/08/10
(but) if I want to be reborn man (the same) : to pee standing up and kissing women, that women sometimes have bloody need be kissed!
I want a Kawasaki z750, and a nice pair of buttocks, than that women look at you with one eye, is covered with a black leather suit and red ...
I want to be a little 'bastard and do not take responsibility that they are unable to withstand.
I want to be in love, but not to give in to love.
want to be free and fair, because it is seen that in this life I have not had the first category as a physical presence in the next I can ask for no increase: then six feet to 70 kg, blacks raven hair and green eyes goes!
The brain? Well, yes I need, I do not want to talk like football players in the interviews and then also to make the bastards because it takes a certain understanding.
Payment: do anticipated, both for this life that I have to pay one more one less does not make that much difference.
Repayment: that there is ... I know and I do not even ask. That the creation was not protected by insurance there you could imagine (nobody's perfect)
Please send order confirmation before 31/12/2017, after that date will no longer be able to read ***
Sincerely
Eva Russo
===================================== ===== *
my end
this life for you
** (though in reality we have nothing to envy)
*** hey god, are you ready?
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
How To Find Median In Python
AZZURROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO !!!!!!!
Seeking
summer all year round and suddenly here it is.
She left for the beaches
and are only here in the city, feel
whistling over the rooftops a plane that goes away.
Blue, blue
the afternoon is too long for me.
I realize that it had more resources,
without you, and then
I nearly take the train
and I'm coming to you, but
the train of desires ...
in my mind goes. It seems when
oratory,
with lots of sunshine, many years ago.
Those Sundays only
in a courtyard, a walk ...
I am bored most of the time,
even a priest to chat ...
Blue, blue
the afternoon is too long for me. I realize
do not have more resources,
without you, and then
I nearly take the train
and I'm coming to you, but the train
Wish ...
in my mind goes.
======================
FOR ONCE INSTEAD OF HEAD START on vacation ... you again on August 18th ^ _ ^
good summer to you all! Xxx
Seeking
summer all year round and suddenly here it is.
She left for the beaches
and are only here in the city, feel
whistling over the rooftops a plane that goes away.
Blue, blue
the afternoon is too long for me.
I realize that it had more resources,
without you, and then
I nearly take the train
and I'm coming to you, but
the train of desires ...
in my mind goes. It seems when
oratory,
with lots of sunshine, many years ago.
Those Sundays only
in a courtyard, a walk ...
I am bored most of the time,
even a priest to chat ...
Blue, blue
the afternoon is too long for me. I realize
do not have more resources,
without you, and then
I nearly take the train
and I'm coming to you, but the train
Wish ...
in my mind goes.
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FOR ONCE INSTEAD OF HEAD START on vacation ... you again on August 18th ^ _ ^
good summer to you all! Xxx
Thursday, July 8, 2010
First Time Brazilian Wax Small Pimples
Open eyed nightmare
suddenly the words lose their meaning and resonate as empty as abandoned rooms, drinking cans of beer, nut shells thrown away.
I pick up our pictures of smiles that do not recognize.
Among my neurons is nestled a beaver that continues to pile futility of believing we can build its future. What is the future then?
Suddenly I wake up and see reality as it is, bald and toothless, but deceive me I preferred his wig and dentures from ceramic. I can not
to sleep. The yellow face, eyes incavatie and single-tooth smile grotesque terrify me.
I want to be alone here, and soundly licked my wounds, but I look at him and are laughing all the blood running ... 
suddenly the words lose their meaning and resonate as empty as abandoned rooms, drinking cans of beer, nut shells thrown away.
I pick up our pictures of smiles that do not recognize.
Among my neurons is nestled a beaver that continues to pile futility of believing we can build its future. What is the future then?
Suddenly I wake up and see reality as it is, bald and toothless, but deceive me I preferred his wig and dentures from ceramic. I can not
to sleep. The yellow face, eyes incavatie and single-tooth smile grotesque terrify me.
I want to be alone here, and soundly licked my wounds, but I look at him and are laughing all the blood running ...
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Pur Sink Adapter Does Not Fit
It's like this ... The tea
I have no power of decision.
I can not even decide on the day of laundry.
In each of my prison day someone tells me what to do: NON-NEGOTIABLE.
Today I decided to have my hair cut ... short, but short on the sides and long, but long before something like this
but a little 'shorter side and a little' less long front and just another face below the crest ***
Then, since in a while 'I gotta go find my mother phoned and told her everything (better to confess now and hope for the reduction of the sentence) ...
So I heard you say that women of almost forty years, do not do these things, and that if I were tall and thin, then one could say I'm a bit 'eccentric, but, as is the case (= because they are low and obese) are so bad when I am concerned ...
but the best is yet to come ... my daughter started crying, the husband ... and tomorrow I'll have to laugh 'comments of my head (which is a conservative snob that you carry) . .. This only
to let you know, why are stripped.
are not bad, there is that I have sculpted the sound of the sti prejudices to become cynical and cruel.
I bought a sword and once a week I go to the dojo to vent my anger on my imaginary enemy ... The way things are.
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I have no power of decision.
I can not even decide on the day of laundry.
In each of my prison day someone tells me what to do: NON-NEGOTIABLE.
Today I decided to have my hair cut ... short, but short on the sides and long, but long before something like this
Then, since in a while 'I gotta go find my mother phoned and told her everything (better to confess now and hope for the reduction of the sentence) ...
So I heard you say that women of almost forty years, do not do these things, and that if I were tall and thin, then one could say I'm a bit 'eccentric, but, as is the case (= because they are low and obese) are so bad when I am concerned ...
but the best is yet to come ... my daughter started crying, the husband ... and tomorrow I'll have to laugh 'comments of my head (which is a conservative snob that you carry) . .. This only
to let you know, why are stripped.
are not bad, there is that I have sculpted the sound of the sti prejudices to become cynical and cruel.
I bought a sword and once a week I go to the dojo to vent my anger on my imaginary enemy ... The way things are.
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Thursday, July 1, 2010
Sean Cody Membership Promotion
E. Marzolina
my heart is broken. I tried to upload it, but the spring is skipped, and watch me said that it costs more to repair than buying new.
So I bought a rubber yellow glow, which looks more like a snail with a heart, a pulse that instead of singing like a rooster every five minutes.
Like my heart again.
Can not be sad nor happy, but he sings some beautiful songs and can be programmed as an alarm clock.
The heart keeps it in the old table wrapped in parchment paper, if it did melt the heat (I've always had a heart of soul of bread and butter, and jam with my ideas as I never had no problems when madness came to tea)
Now, about heart, it's been so long since we all five of our tea with bread and butter and strawberry jam!
But today I can not, there's the funeral of my dreams ... let me think ... yes! you can go tomorrow ... let's say around 16:30 so we can chat a bit '.
also brings a few friends, those who do not like gossip, just for once let's get facetious without stabbing anyone.
prefer the tablecloth with pink berries or the black one with the skulls? I have washed both of and apart from any spot that does not come off are clean and smell of lavender too.
If I had to be dead when you arrive and there was no one to open your door, go ahead and take the key under the doormat and if there was too much in the living room smells like a corpse do not worry: the table is always prepared for the tea in the garden.
then ... see you tomorrow (hopefully) 
my heart is broken. I tried to upload it, but the spring is skipped, and watch me said that it costs more to repair than buying new.
So I bought a rubber yellow glow, which looks more like a snail with a heart, a pulse that instead of singing like a rooster every five minutes.
Like my heart again.
Can not be sad nor happy, but he sings some beautiful songs and can be programmed as an alarm clock.
The heart keeps it in the old table wrapped in parchment paper, if it did melt the heat (I've always had a heart of soul of bread and butter, and jam with my ideas as I never had no problems when madness came to tea)
Now, about heart, it's been so long since we all five of our tea with bread and butter and strawberry jam!
But today I can not, there's the funeral of my dreams ... let me think ... yes! you can go tomorrow ... let's say around 16:30 so we can chat a bit '.
also brings a few friends, those who do not like gossip, just for once let's get facetious without stabbing anyone.
prefer the tablecloth with pink berries or the black one with the skulls? I have washed both of and apart from any spot that does not come off are clean and smell of lavender too.
If I had to be dead when you arrive and there was no one to open your door, go ahead and take the key under the doormat and if there was too much in the living room smells like a corpse do not worry: the table is always prepared for the tea in the garden.
then ... see you tomorrow (hopefully)
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Monday, June 7, 2010
Design Free Salon Blueprints
Here are my new work.
But so nobody looks at them and nobody tells me: "Brava!"
Sigh! Sob! Sniff! (Gulp! Splash!)
Maria Rosaria
Friday, April 9, 2010
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Time Warner Phone Modem
acrobat
One foot in front of another,
not look down.
choose one of the few scenes of my memories, faded Polaroids that depict almost anything and I shall pass over the image as a monochrome caress in my mind.
is not easy to know what are the things I really remember where they begin and visions, the invention, the pity.
I wanted it all easier, but do not forget I was all for naught.
One foot in front of another, but the road seems
Never cut.
Perhaps because death is a gift sometimes it seems that the road is not so important then. When you have not even reached one of the goals that had marked on the map of your life, what tells you the sense of honor?
How much is a soul without a goal, nor way, nor do you want? That is a dream. Incongruous result of an equation left in half.
One foot in front of another, the temptation to drop
warms the belly.
Maybe it's because you find yourself locked into a form that is not yours and you never had a chisel, or a feather to sculpt your appetite. Today
each step is heavy and your thoughts have lost their wings.
Do not you ever get tired to bear the pain, continues to walk despite not having any idea where you end up hanging on the rope as you are moving step by step ....
One foot in front of another,
not look down.
I think I will stare the sun, let his light fades my eye, it will be easier to live in the dark, when the last thing you saw was the light?
The dark,
nothing,
oblivion.
Happiness.
One foot in front of another ... until the rope disappear from under your feet and you will end your trip in freefall. How nice is this feeling that my body is dematerialized in a cloud of dust.
I want to fall forever.
I wonder if the memories that I lost there was a parachute ?.... 
One foot in front of another,
not look down.
choose one of the few scenes of my memories, faded Polaroids that depict almost anything and I shall pass over the image as a monochrome caress in my mind.
is not easy to know what are the things I really remember where they begin and visions, the invention, the pity.
I wanted it all easier, but do not forget I was all for naught.
One foot in front of another, but the road seems
Never cut.
Perhaps because death is a gift sometimes it seems that the road is not so important then. When you have not even reached one of the goals that had marked on the map of your life, what tells you the sense of honor?
How much is a soul without a goal, nor way, nor do you want? That is a dream. Incongruous result of an equation left in half.
One foot in front of another, the temptation to drop
warms the belly.
Maybe it's because you find yourself locked into a form that is not yours and you never had a chisel, or a feather to sculpt your appetite. Today
each step is heavy and your thoughts have lost their wings.
Do not you ever get tired to bear the pain, continues to walk despite not having any idea where you end up hanging on the rope as you are moving step by step ....
One foot in front of another,
not look down.
I think I will stare the sun, let his light fades my eye, it will be easier to live in the dark, when the last thing you saw was the light?
The dark,
nothing,
oblivion.
Happiness.
One foot in front of another ... until the rope disappear from under your feet and you will end your trip in freefall. How nice is this feeling that my body is dematerialized in a cloud of dust.
I want to fall forever.
I wonder if the memories that I lost there was a parachute ?....
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Cartman Joins Nambla French Song Used In The End
RIVA goes ... ... and in the viewfinder and Torrevilla Ferrera
RIVANAZZANESE - NORTH VOGHERA 2 - 0, .... still a victory for the wolves of the shore!
There are no more doubts. This Rivanazzanese is able to perform the miracle and fighting for a top leadership no longer irraggiungibile.La Casasco-Brondoni-Dellavecchia finally gave the wings and the knowledge itself to this team. After a tennis
trimmed 6 to 0 in the recovery Retorbido week, here is a new bud sprout on the lawn in spring - so to speak - Rivanazzano. This is the sixth consecutive victory achieved at the expense of a tough North Voghera. The Vogherese, which for the first time they tried to gag the thermal Gialloblu were pierced by two "Europol" signed by two snipers as atypical Rainone and Brondoni. The first led to the edge of the area, taking advantage of a defensive blunder to guests and burnt the goalkeeper with a thunderbolt after a tour that stamped the underside of the crossbar switches off in back of the net. Doubling arrived ten minutes later with Brondoni from the edge of that was from an almost impregnable shot into the top corner. The North shut Voghera hurt the game having to be even two expulsions. Riva, more than ever on the shields that projects in third place in the standings. Truly a team harmony and in perfect health. Remember that there is still a partrita to recover at home with the Valley Lomellina. About Lomellina Sunday Sartirana you go against a team of highly respected. At this point, the team of President Cester each firm is possible. We expect a final season for framing. 
RIVANAZZANESE - NORTH VOGHERA 2 - 0, .... still a victory for the wolves of the shore!
There are no more doubts. This Rivanazzanese is able to perform the miracle and fighting for a top leadership no longer irraggiungibile.La Casasco-Brondoni-Dellavecchia finally gave the wings and the knowledge itself to this team. After a tennis
trimmed 6 to 0 in the recovery Retorbido week, here is a new bud sprout on the lawn in spring - so to speak - Rivanazzano. This is the sixth consecutive victory achieved at the expense of a tough North Voghera. The Vogherese, which for the first time they tried to gag the thermal Gialloblu were pierced by two "Europol" signed by two snipers as atypical Rainone and Brondoni. The first led to the edge of the area, taking advantage of a defensive blunder to guests and burnt the goalkeeper with a thunderbolt after a tour that stamped the underside of the crossbar switches off in back of the net. Doubling arrived ten minutes later with Brondoni from the edge of that was from an almost impregnable shot into the top corner. The North shut Voghera hurt the game having to be even two expulsions. Riva, more than ever on the shields that projects in third place in the standings. Truly a team harmony and in perfect health. Remember that there is still a partrita to recover at home with the Valley Lomellina. About Lomellina Sunday Sartirana you go against a team of highly respected. At this point, the team of President Cester each firm is possible. We expect a final season for framing.
White Warts On Dogs Lips
Celestine with 'AMRO FLOWERS takes center stage at 'harlequin
race of solidarity to help the 'AMRO (associations of kidney disease' Oltrepò) yesterday at 'the Harlequin Theatre on stage with the gazelles and the lions of Lion Celestino Vegetarian, and the footage shot during the show at the Teatro Manzoni in Milan. http://achillecester2000.blogspot.com/2009/05/rivanazzano-celestino-leone-vegetariano.html and http://achillecester2000.blogspot.com/2009/05/rivanazzano-celestino-leone-vegetariano.html. In addition to the non-professional actors, to 'tireless and Lauren all' Agostino Guardamagna author, also the solidarity of 'Mr Francesco Fiori to give an afternoon of spring had only Vogherese given to children and their parents.
L 'Association AMRO founded and inspired by Dr. Chris Barbieri is dedicated to providing hospital equipment, provide care to those in need and training of nurses in that particular area that is delicate and dialysis.
History is a wonderful children's story to those of a moral and a lot of time with characteristic personage dashed by a superb all-round director and an even better writer. Hopefully
live in a reply as soon as possible and especially in a following! 
race of solidarity to help the 'AMRO (associations of kidney disease' Oltrepò) yesterday at 'the Harlequin Theatre on stage with the gazelles and the lions of Lion Celestino Vegetarian, and the footage shot during the show at the Teatro Manzoni in Milan. http://achillecester2000.blogspot.com/2009/05/rivanazzano-celestino-leone-vegetariano.html and http://achillecester2000.blogspot.com/2009/05/rivanazzano-celestino-leone-vegetariano.html. In addition to the non-professional actors, to 'tireless and Lauren all' Agostino Guardamagna author, also the solidarity of 'Mr Francesco Fiori to give an afternoon of spring had only Vogherese given to children and their parents.
L 'Association AMRO founded and inspired by Dr. Chris Barbieri is dedicated to providing hospital equipment, provide care to those in need and training of nurses in that particular area that is delicate and dialysis.
History is a wonderful children's story to those of a moral and a lot of time with characteristic personage dashed by a superb all-round director and an even better writer. Hopefully
live in a reply as soon as possible and especially in a following!
Legitimate Makeup Samples
The rose, the unfading rose
not sing, what is
weight and fragrance, that of black
garden during the night,
to any garden and every night,
the rose that rises from the ashes pale
the art of alchemy, the rose of the Persian
and Ariosto,
that is always alone, always
what is the rose of roses, the young flower
Platonic
the fiery pink and blind not sing,
rose unreachable (Jorge Luis Borges)
(oil painting by Rosa)
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Trichotillomania Ingrown Hair
love song ....
Look at your white skin, my goddess.
're the most gorgeous creature on which I have ever laid eyes.
'm just a woman, dark skinned, full of scars that are seen and those that can not be seen burning in the night I hear them call your name while sobs turn into moans, groans, in silence.
Let me touch your hair with my lips,
I want your perfume invades my nostrils and blunt my senses.
The purity of a woman, so beautiful to take your breath so true it hurts.
If I look at my hands, small and rough, ruined by passion,
I am ashamed at the thought of Thee caress, caress you prefer
with the apex of my thoughts,
slowly dissolving your picture in my desire.
The love of a woman,
when true love is like a swarm of butterflies, oh my goddess.
I do not know a hawk and sweetness.
Do not throw away your purity for a moment of pleasure.
shame is a stain, does not wash that blood and I
masterless samurai, living with the taste of iron and the heat in the bowels
waiting to be purified
one day soon.
Before leaving, I want you to know that I have always loved.
I want you to know that every day I live for you.
I want you to think like the blade of my tantō wrapped in a spotless white cloth
without shame I will defend your honor until the last day.
There will be days when the call of your voice will not come to help.
I'll be a shoulder to cry on, a listening ear
,
strong arms hold you, your haven to escape
pain.
I, better than anyone I know.
There's nothing you can do about the pain.
Only time will dim, nothing clears it.
But believe me, my love, rather a painful reminder of oblivion. Better
despair apathy.
Cry in my arms.
Laugh in my arms.
Will I keep your emotions,
they shall be my greatest treasure.
The same fate has made us and our affinity between us,
But I will stay in the shade look,
my heart belongs to you,
my soul is yours.
My body is enclosed in a steel casket and only awaits the moment where
in another time, another place
,
finally you mine.
E. 
Look at your white skin, my goddess.
're the most gorgeous creature on which I have ever laid eyes.
'm just a woman, dark skinned, full of scars that are seen and those that can not be seen burning in the night I hear them call your name while sobs turn into moans, groans, in silence.
Let me touch your hair with my lips,
I want your perfume invades my nostrils and blunt my senses.
The purity of a woman, so beautiful to take your breath so true it hurts.
If I look at my hands, small and rough, ruined by passion,
I am ashamed at the thought of Thee caress, caress you prefer
with the apex of my thoughts,
slowly dissolving your picture in my desire.
The love of a woman,
when true love is like a swarm of butterflies, oh my goddess.
I do not know a hawk and sweetness.
Do not throw away your purity for a moment of pleasure.
shame is a stain, does not wash that blood and I
masterless samurai, living with the taste of iron and the heat in the bowels
waiting to be purified
one day soon.
Before leaving, I want you to know that I have always loved.
I want you to know that every day I live for you.
I want you to think like the blade of my tantō wrapped in a spotless white cloth
without shame I will defend your honor until the last day.
There will be days when the call of your voice will not come to help.
I'll be a shoulder to cry on, a listening ear
,
strong arms hold you, your haven to escape
pain.
I, better than anyone I know.
There's nothing you can do about the pain.
Only time will dim, nothing clears it.
But believe me, my love, rather a painful reminder of oblivion. Better
despair apathy.
Cry in my arms.
Laugh in my arms.
Will I keep your emotions,
they shall be my greatest treasure.
The same fate has made us and our affinity between us,
But I will stay in the shade look,
my heart belongs to you,
my soul is yours.
My body is enclosed in a steel casket and only awaits the moment where
in another time, another place
,
finally you mine.
E.
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Full Body Waxing For Men In Ct
RIVANAZZANESE - CORTEOLONESE 2-0
La Riva has become just a real steamroller. The Corteolonese was "paved" with the classic score of two to zero. To be fair it was not so simple to be right to put a good opponent on the field and decided to sell life dearly. The first time Riva has had territorial dominance and for a blow not only came to fruition two excellent scoring. In the second half, the pace too clocked the first time, was followed by a stronger pressure which has led to the two networks. The first on a penalty kick for a deduction against Ogadri. Since the transformation of the diskette excellent penalty taker Brondoni. Shortly after doubling on developments a free kick struck from the Netherlands. Sloping area and shot winning Giammona who could gore mixed. At that point the coach was worried about bringing home the three points by inserting a pair of midfielders. Strategic moves exemplary considering the difficulties to overcome their opponents. So a game you want for the land suffered heavy - which hit the best rate of technical Rivanazzanese - either for the first heat wave that cut the legs of any player. Thursday evening Retorbido recovery. Derby will be open to any real result, but at this point, the boys of the President Cester, will play to boost the already good list. The third place may be around the corner ...
Monday, March 8, 2010
Spandex With Funky Prints
Linarolo - RIVANAZZANESE 0-2
Rivanazzanese continues the magic of the moment. Another convincing victory away from home. A goal on time and success in the safe. On the ground of Linarolo, the boys of the President Cester, have also had to fight against a cold north wind that swept the field for the entire ninety minutes. Trajectories of the balloon distorted by violent gusts that have frozen all present. The Rivanazzanese has imposed its own law and immediately took the lead thanks to a nice shot of Netherlands which is then repeated in the second half put the result beyond doubt. A punishment enough central blade of grass that has pushed the opposing goalkeeper. A duck striking that practically cut off the legs of the hosts. But beyond this positive episode, had the yellow and blue, at least three occasions, the possibility of closing the account. To signal a contraction in Fabio Barbieri who put a little anxiety in the defensive department. Now we wait for the recovery of Thursday, March 11 against Cavese. If the result is positive, the final championship of Riva could be really amazing.
Sunday, March 7, 2010
What Color Goes With Navvy Blue Cardigan
LA RIVA AREA LANDS IN PLAY OFF
Linarolo - RIVANAZZANESE 0-2
Rivanazzanese continues the magic of the moment. Another convincing victory away from home. A goal on time and success in the safe. On the ground of Linarolo, President of the Cester boys have also had to fight against a cold north wind that swept the field for the entire ninety minutes. Trajectories of the balloon distorted by violent gusts that have frozen all present. The Rivanazzanese has imposed its own law and immediately took the lead thanks to a nice shot of Netherlands which is then repeated in the second half put the result beyond doubt. A punishment enough central blade of grass that has pushed the opposing goalkeeper. A duck that has showy, almost cut the legs of the hosts. But beyond this positive episode, had the yellow and blue, at least three occasions, the possibility of closing the account. To signal a contraction in which Fabio Barbieri put a little anxiety in the defensive department. Now we wait for the recovery of Thursday, March 11 against Cavese. If the outcome is positive, the final championship of Riva could be really amazing. 
Linarolo - RIVANAZZANESE 0-2
Rivanazzanese continues the magic of the moment. Another convincing victory away from home. A goal on time and success in the safe. On the ground of Linarolo, President of the Cester boys have also had to fight against a cold north wind that swept the field for the entire ninety minutes. Trajectories of the balloon distorted by violent gusts that have frozen all present. The Rivanazzanese has imposed its own law and immediately took the lead thanks to a nice shot of Netherlands which is then repeated in the second half put the result beyond doubt. A punishment enough central blade of grass that has pushed the opposing goalkeeper. A duck that has showy, almost cut the legs of the hosts. But beyond this positive episode, had the yellow and blue, at least three occasions, the possibility of closing the account. To signal a contraction in which Fabio Barbieri put a little anxiety in the defensive department. Now we wait for the recovery of Thursday, March 11 against Cavese. If the outcome is positive, the final championship of Riva could be really amazing.
Cystic Fibrosis And Spasm
March 8, 2010
Women
Keep in mind that the skin makes wrinkles, hair becomes white, the days turn into years .... But what is important does not change, your strength and your conviction does not have età.Il your spirit is to glue canvas to any ragno.Dietro each finish line there is `a line of any successful partenza.Dietro c` is another delusione.Fino when you're alive, feel viva.Se you miss what you were doing, go do it. Do not live in yellowed photos ... even if you insist they expect dropouts. Do not let it rust the iron in which there is `te.Fai so that instead of compassion, take you over. When the years because you can not run, walk veloce.Quando you can not walk fast, cammina.Quando you can not walk, use the bastone.Però never hold!
(Mother Teresa of Calcutta)
Greetings to all women
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Schematic Location Ratchet Clank
What I never told
After a long, long time I write.
After a long, long time I write.
I never had the courage to do it and I simply look for you in my thoughts and talk to you through the clouds.
many times I wondered how it would go if there was a possibility. I asked myself every day for months, for years, if we'd be together if we could keep the promise we had made while playing in the attic, the last time I saw you.
Every night when I heard that you were gone I looked at the sky trying to see a star that had the color of your eyes. I asked God to tell me why it had happened to you and not me, I asked him what was the point to be here, because I would never be able to see you, hear you, I asked him what was the meaning half of a promise .
There 's been on for years and then at some point I began to feel guilty, because in the end it was just my selfishness. I was desperate for myself, because I had lost, I tried to attack the idea I had of you, once again the memories I had, a few confused and, in an ideal that little or nothing of what you have been kept really.
So when I became an adult, or at least the surrogate of an adult, I started looking for you in every person I met, always loving to have to settle for half the nausea immediately after planting and everything in half.
I was close to my stomach thinking that I would not be able to retain even half of my promise. Love to you ... so I refused to be less unfaithful to love and I decided that when I realized that I had ruined everything I love, because with the bad conscience of those who have betrayed the love is gone .
And so I would be yours again, because the love I had, all I had was always and only for you.
Last night I realized that almost thirty years have passed since I saw your eyes for the last time and have never come to see where you are buried.
I have so many things I want to tell you, being close to you, for once having the feeling of being close enough that you can hear me, but I'm afraid, I'm afraid to see your name engraved on a stone and your photo and be sure that I have invented everything, that really are not there anymore.
I never want to stop believing that I see you again because if I did lose my life the last security that has stayed with me.
I experience the joy of which I have a vague memory, the feeling that there is anyone who has done for me and live to make me happy. Someone that I can live, for the sole purpose of doing so happy.
The last memory is built up behind my eyelids, like a puzzle, every time I try to remember. We always try, I'll be a headache to have real memories of you, but every time is always the same image, the rear window of a car and your hands from behind this glass that greets me.
What remains then is only the tears that burn my eyes, nausea, and always the same breath, as if the air si rifiutasse di riempirmi i polmoni.
Mi manchi e credo che mi mancherai per sempre. Mi manchi ed e tutto quello che posso fare per mantenere la mia promessa.
Questa notte pensami un po 'e io guarderò nello stesso punto, dove guardo sempre, per cercare una stella che abbia il colore dei tuoi occhi.
anti nostalgic
english lyrics and text
anti nostalgic
english lyrics and text
Monday, March 1, 2010
Does A Pinguecula Go Away?
RIVANAZZANESE - Ferrer 1-0
We had expected. You do not need a crystal ball, just understand a little about football. After recovery won away from home, against Godiasco had predicted another big one. So it was. Another gem that is added to the yellow and blue necklace. The leaders Ferrera defeat from the field right out of the Riva, which produces a benefit over the top. A true work of art. " After playing for over an hour, against the same training that leads the championship from September, the boys coached by Barbieri, have dealt the blow of the KO for about fifteen minutes from time. Still the hand of Accio down on the left, wait for entries Ogadri and bowl a perfect cross that should only be placed in the bottom of the bag. Bravo the number ten Gialloblu striking precision putting the ball into the top corner imparabilmente. And 'the apotheosis for a team with great potential that has only now found its final square. Remember that it is no coincidence as he beat two squadrons Godiasco Ferrera and in just three days. On a very treacherous terrain of race and heavy, Riva has held up well to the distance also highlighting the excellent athletic training developed by the Technical Lorenzo Barbieri. Now, with the ranking that gets interesting, it is necessary to continue this winning streak starting with the transfer of Linarolo Sunday, March 7.
Friday, February 26, 2010
How Long Will It Take To Make A Recurve Bow
sleepless beauty ...
shining eyes waiting for those who wake up in the distance
that only de-shell walls are invited crowd of the night Moved
(blind), then going to withstand the shock
(as broken), fascinated by the trappings of false
微笑Manai alone You'll be reborn in the eyes
world suddenly turned to ashes wanted miracles can still meet her
(to break gently hug)
scatter flower petals as being exposed
I remain innocent even discovering cracks in the hand polish gems
(cold hand) to pick up the spine 抜Ke落Chita
(nap fire)
smoldering dance vividly portray the emotions even today the whereabouts of light Unreachable
not be afraid to move when the words sorrowful lead Shimawanu
(Exit no) (collapse)
微笑Manai one color in your eyes You'll be a miracle of reincarnation
suddenly turned to ashes around the world yet we want to come
fate vividly portray the feelings of light dancing Unreachable
not be afraid to move when the words sorrowful lead Shimawanu
(as always break your heart to catch more gently hug)
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Da lontano, lascia brillare i tuoi occhi; chi ti ha svegliato sta ancora aspettando.
Seduci i baluardi della notte in the mounds of skin left by things that now live elsewhere.
(you break) charms deception
You who are reborn, color your eyes are not smiling on her own.
Even if the world so much that you wanted has suddenly gone to ashes, by a miracle we can still touch them deeply.
Be seen as pure as a flower that has lost its petals.
're just beginning to realize that the days sparkle like jewels between your fingers.
(a cold hand) gathers plugs
a flame continues to burn without burning
Paint thoughts dancing vivid thoughts that were in a place that Currently you puo'più reach.
Do not fear the passage of time, because the words that guide you will not be thrown away.
there is no way out and I'm still coming down to your reincarnation
tell 'color your eyes are not smiling on her own.
Even if the world so much that you wanted has suddenly gone to ashes, by a miracle we can still touch them deeply.
Do not fear the passage of time, because the words that guide you will not be thrown away.
(Hold me gently, afferrami always, always more, break my heart)
Sleepless Beauty-Sakuma Ryuichi
Why do women have always been the princess to wake up with a kiss ... but tonight I will fall asleep with a kiss hovering over you like a warm breeze and sleepless ...
E 'a translation of some' free ... you can hear it here minutes from 6:28 
shining eyes waiting for those who wake up in the distance
that only de-shell walls are invited crowd of the night Moved
(blind), then going to withstand the shock
(as broken), fascinated by the trappings of false
微笑Manai alone You'll be reborn in the eyes
world suddenly turned to ashes wanted miracles can still meet her
(to break gently hug)
scatter flower petals as being exposed
I remain innocent even discovering cracks in the hand polish gems
(cold hand) to pick up the spine 抜Ke落Chita
(nap fire)
smoldering dance vividly portray the emotions even today the whereabouts of light Unreachable
not be afraid to move when the words sorrowful lead Shimawanu
(Exit no) (collapse)
微笑Manai one color in your eyes You'll be a miracle of reincarnation
suddenly turned to ashes around the world yet we want to come
fate vividly portray the feelings of light dancing Unreachable
not be afraid to move when the words sorrowful lead Shimawanu
(as always break your heart to catch more gently hug)
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Da lontano, lascia brillare i tuoi occhi; chi ti ha svegliato sta ancora aspettando.
Seduci i baluardi della notte in the mounds of skin left by things that now live elsewhere.
(you break) charms deception
You who are reborn, color your eyes are not smiling on her own.
Even if the world so much that you wanted has suddenly gone to ashes, by a miracle we can still touch them deeply.
Be seen as pure as a flower that has lost its petals.
're just beginning to realize that the days sparkle like jewels between your fingers.
(a cold hand) gathers plugs
a flame continues to burn without burning
Paint thoughts dancing vivid thoughts that were in a place that Currently you puo'più reach.
Do not fear the passage of time, because the words that guide you will not be thrown away.
there is no way out and I'm still coming down to your reincarnation
tell 'color your eyes are not smiling on her own.
Even if the world so much that you wanted has suddenly gone to ashes, by a miracle we can still touch them deeply.
Do not fear the passage of time, because the words that guide you will not be thrown away.
(Hold me gently, afferrami always, always more, break my heart)
Sleepless Beauty-Sakuma Ryuichi
Why do women have always been the princess to wake up with a kiss ... but tonight I will fall asleep with a kiss hovering over you like a warm breeze and sleepless ...
E 'a translation of some' free ... you can hear it here minutes from 6:28
How Can I Prevent From Getting Herpes Out Brakes
Godiasco - rivanazzanese
GODIASCO - 2
RIVANAZZANESE a masterpiece of tactical and organic surface area of \u200b\u200bRiva and the recovery on Thursday evening February 25 storm the field quoted Godiasco.
At this stage, "De Martino di Salice Terme Barbieri boys climbed into the chair, laying bare the shortcomings of the formation of Seveso.
After an entire half of the season has finally admired the true face of Rivanazzanese. Beautiful game, beautiful geometry, boys running, to undertake, sweating, they spend every last energy to the cause yellow and blue. Well Thursday night we really enjoyed the sight of a team Salices up too presumptuous. After a fairly balanced first half but scored a strong personality of Riva, in the second half, came ahead of the goals of the action Ogadri drafted by the opposing goalkeeper. Under regulations the goalkeeper was sent off essre But the referee opted for yellow. Converting from the spot perfect Brondoni. The Godiasco try all out just to reach the balance that comes thanks to a hasty exit of the port of Riva. When the game looks set to draw here is the icing on the cake. Accio goes away on the left. To stop him we need an intervention by a yellow card. It is in charge of the free throw Netherlands threading a balloon master to stop raining at the far post behind the goalkeeper. It 's the two to one for the Riva, which sanctions the deserved victory. Sunday comes the leaders Ferrera. Playing this way of thinking is nothing to prevent another killing. 
GODIASCO - 2
RIVANAZZANESE a masterpiece of tactical and organic surface area of \u200b\u200bRiva and the recovery on Thursday evening February 25 storm the field quoted Godiasco.
At this stage, "De Martino di Salice Terme Barbieri boys climbed into the chair, laying bare the shortcomings of the formation of Seveso.
After an entire half of the season has finally admired the true face of Rivanazzanese. Beautiful game, beautiful geometry, boys running, to undertake, sweating, they spend every last energy to the cause yellow and blue. Well Thursday night we really enjoyed the sight of a team Salices up too presumptuous. After a fairly balanced first half but scored a strong personality of Riva, in the second half, came ahead of the goals of the action Ogadri drafted by the opposing goalkeeper. Under regulations the goalkeeper was sent off essre But the referee opted for yellow. Converting from the spot perfect Brondoni. The Godiasco try all out just to reach the balance that comes thanks to a hasty exit of the port of Riva. When the game looks set to draw here is the icing on the cake. Accio goes away on the left. To stop him we need an intervention by a yellow card. It is in charge of the free throw Netherlands threading a balloon master to stop raining at the far post behind the goalkeeper. It 's the two to one for the Riva, which sanctions the deserved victory. Sunday comes the leaders Ferrera. Playing this way of thinking is nothing to prevent another killing.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Can Arrhythmia Be Caused By Loud Music
間 の 楔
They asked me what it is to love me uncomfortable questions *. as a pair of shoes in less than a number.
I shrugged, but then when I was alone this question has begun to turn around in my head like a swarm of bees in the hive. My brain can never sit in silence, let alone to rest.
Then I said to myself ... because I do not behave as a human being the twenty-first century?
and so I opened the laptop and typed http://www.google.it/
I inserted the word "love" and I clicked Google Search and the first result was this: Love
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia. (let us for a ride, it's worth it ...)
in the side of the page I found this 爱 ... the Japanese character that means love, in this character, the word heart is 心inserted in the word accept 受 [け 入れ なさい].
Here because I love Japan and its language: our dear brethren of the rising sun always manage to make things more disgusting in cherry blossoms ....
Perhaps it is as they say, what is love but to accept the other's heart, his soul, his desires and make them their own?
Yet I can not digest this thing where love is to accept ... so I try and search until you get to click, the edge of tendonitis on an old link, for an anime that I loved very much, despite the content a bit 'strong ...
There I found the answer: 間 の 楔 the wedge ... ... love is the thing that puts together what would otherwise be hopelessly incompatible.
I do not know what love *, I do not know and probably will not ever know.
(I've become aware now that I am 34 years old, and the thing I will tell you makes me happy.)
not know love, but I know how I want. And in the face of psychiatrists and researchers, therapists and politicians, I say that love is something that is not consumed and does not change. Over the years, true love is a model for those who love him as a sheath. Are we to change and decay, it is our nature that requires it, but love, love binds us to the beloved or as a wedge that forces the two bodies inside a crevice that would otherwise maybe never meet.
間 の 楔 ... to .... no Kusabi
E 'that sweet bondage which no one imposes this constant desire to keep fast to the person we love, the desire to walk hand in hand, the desire to make love, even after years and years together. The swallowing sound when you touched his thinking mind, the heat flowing instead of blood when you touch it.
Do not do it ... please do not tell me, as everyone does, that these things are for the first moments of a relationship, I come to tell the difference between being in love and love, because I going to listen to these things, I have made the blood acid and dense as pitch, so no more hope and I can hardly think.
I'm sure that there is or there was, somewhere in the love that was meant for me, I just missed it.
My destiny was written with a pencil, and someone probably got a kick to erase and rewrite.
I do not care now, however, continue to believe that there is ... the wedge love really exists ...
Ai no Kusabi is a novel written by Rieko Yoshihara. - Anime version and this foto sono proprietà dell' Anime International Company (pagina wiki in Italiano)
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PS: quando parlo di amore in questo post intendo amore passionale...quindi non amore materno, fraterno, ecc...tanto per capirsi... 
They asked me what it is to love me uncomfortable questions *. as a pair of shoes in less than a number.
I shrugged, but then when I was alone this question has begun to turn around in my head like a swarm of bees in the hive. My brain can never sit in silence, let alone to rest.
Then I said to myself ... because I do not behave as a human being the twenty-first century?
and so I opened the laptop and typed http://www.google.it/
I inserted the word "love" and I clicked Google Search and the first result was this: Love
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia. (let us for a ride, it's worth it ...)
in the side of the page I found this 爱 ... the Japanese character that means love, in this character, the word heart is 心inserted in the word accept 受 [け 入れ なさい].
Here because I love Japan and its language: our dear brethren of the rising sun always manage to make things more disgusting in cherry blossoms ....
Perhaps it is as they say, what is love but to accept the other's heart, his soul, his desires and make them their own?
Yet I can not digest this thing where love is to accept ... so I try and search until you get to click, the edge of tendonitis on an old link, for an anime that I loved very much, despite the content a bit 'strong ...
There I found the answer: 間 の 楔 the wedge ... ... love is the thing that puts together what would otherwise be hopelessly incompatible.
I do not know what love *, I do not know and probably will not ever know.
(I've become aware now that I am 34 years old, and the thing I will tell you makes me happy.)
not know love, but I know how I want. And in the face of psychiatrists and researchers, therapists and politicians, I say that love is something that is not consumed and does not change. Over the years, true love is a model for those who love him as a sheath. Are we to change and decay, it is our nature that requires it, but love, love binds us to the beloved or as a wedge that forces the two bodies inside a crevice that would otherwise maybe never meet.
間 の 楔 ... to .... no Kusabi
E 'that sweet bondage which no one imposes this constant desire to keep fast to the person we love, the desire to walk hand in hand, the desire to make love, even after years and years together. The swallowing sound when you touched his thinking mind, the heat flowing instead of blood when you touch it.
Do not do it ... please do not tell me, as everyone does, that these things are for the first moments of a relationship, I come to tell the difference between being in love and love, because I going to listen to these things, I have made the blood acid and dense as pitch, so no more hope and I can hardly think.
I'm sure that there is or there was, somewhere in the love that was meant for me, I just missed it.
My destiny was written with a pencil, and someone probably got a kick to erase and rewrite.
I do not care now, however, continue to believe that there is ... the wedge love really exists ...
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PS: quando parlo di amore in questo post intendo amore passionale...quindi non amore materno, fraterno, ecc...tanto per capirsi...
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