water, too.
The first warm themselves.
Revolutions and demolitions.
Many goodbyes.
The weight of decisions.
The first warm themselves.
Revolutions and demolitions.
Many goodbyes.
The weight of decisions.
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Online Pregnancy Simulat*
Happy birthday Italy
art / r / evolution second step, the National Museum of Gdansk from 26 February to 23 April 2011.
Happy birthday Italy: 135 x 135 cm porcelain vein and led by Nicola Boccini
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Jib Jab Member Accounts
Another goodbye
When, just over a year ago, I and M. we moved here in the countryside, we passed an easy time. We were semi-camp, with no heating in the kitchen, with the admission that he was wasting water from top and bottom every time it rained. In addition, the neighbor above us created a lot of problems and brambles that covered the ground are soon revealed a surface covered with scrap metal.
The inhabitants of the tiny village where we came to live, however, with their manners a bit 'rough they really did feel the warmth that the city had never received.
Among them was the double of my father, Renzo, who lived just around the corner and that
has now been filed and there has shaken hands giving us welcome, saying that she address him.
He had a daughter, little more than my age, but strangely there was talk better with the "old", Renzo and his wife Silvana. Together we have taken, I and M, and from the beginning we realized that we have someone to count on. In spring
Renzo gave me the wonderful flowers cultivated by him, not all, though, otherwise the wife angry.
gave me valuable advice on some work to do and told me what was there before us, he was a child, in front of our house. In autumn
has promised that this spring would give us a hand to cut the grass.
Two months ago we stopped in the streets, telling us that they had found a spot in one lung. Then, we have not seen him since.
cancer has exploded like a bomb and has spread to the bone with the speed of light.
Renzo died tonight.
Sure, you say, for the evil they had suffered very little, but I can not stop thinking about that at his age, 68 years, he could still enjoy life a lot '. See their grandchildren grow up, for example, have a chat to the streets every day and give a kiss to his wife every night before bed.
Maybe even take them every now and then a bunch of flowers that lack any stem that got close to that age of his daughter.
The inhabitants of the tiny village where we came to live, however, with their manners a bit 'rough they really did feel the warmth that the city had never received.
Among them was the double of my father, Renzo, who lived just around the corner and that
has now been filed and there has shaken hands giving us welcome, saying that she address him.
He had a daughter, little more than my age, but strangely there was talk better with the "old", Renzo and his wife Silvana. Together we have taken, I and M, and from the beginning we realized that we have someone to count on. In spring
Renzo gave me the wonderful flowers cultivated by him, not all, though, otherwise the wife angry.
gave me valuable advice on some work to do and told me what was there before us, he was a child, in front of our house. In autumn
has promised that this spring would give us a hand to cut the grass.
Two months ago we stopped in the streets, telling us that they had found a spot in one lung. Then, we have not seen him since.
cancer has exploded like a bomb and has spread to the bone with the speed of light.
Renzo died tonight.
Sure, you say, for the evil they had suffered very little, but I can not stop thinking about that at his age, 68 years, he could still enjoy life a lot '. See their grandchildren grow up, for example, have a chat to the streets every day and give a kiss to his wife every night before bed.
Maybe even take them every now and then a bunch of flowers that lack any stem that got close to that age of his daughter.
Saturday, February 19, 2011
How To Make A Vergina
Revelations and reflections of things-oni
Last night, at a pre-concert dinner with two other musicians and friends, M. recently announced that for the first time he happened to think about how it would be with a twenty. What is absolutely normal for charity. Indeed, it is strange that if asked just now. A friend ultraquarantenne and womanizer who was at the table with us said that this is just the beginning stages and it will cross, including one in which you may be wondering how a sixteen year old.
Now, Assuming that lately this thing is very much in vogue thanks to the head of the government, I hope at least that old M. not give the age (you always see if you take it).
Beyond this, such is life: the men are called by growing more and more fresh meat and women - at least myself - while not forgetting the fresh meat (we were not even in the butcher), have become intrigued by mature men, more firm, thick and experience.
Maybe it's because I found the young man who think so. Until now I had never raised the problem of my old age and the comparison with women her age, but because I do not look so old and he seems so young, but I realize that being well-drawn, without a firm and sore kidneys no longer part of my being.
Perhaps he never did, now that I think.
If I think of my childhood, I remember my father saying that the forty year old woman is good in thirty years. There, he said, is the flower of femininity because it is aware and fully.
be, but just slightly beyond them, the thirty years, you begin to look in the mirror in the morning and see the lines - commonly known as wrinkles - in their eyes, and behold you so often in the mirror that reflects you as a whole. The problem is not the feeling of falling, because I do not feel it yet, but continue to have the head first, and note that the mirror returns every year, a face is always different, less adherent to what the brain expects.
The key, said Esmeralda, an artist known only yesterday evening, remain attached to their essence. So even if the mirror does not give us satisfaction, its own light shine, we will be beautiful even for old people.
I'll try, I promise. I'm attached to my essence as a mussel to the rock.
So why wake up a week I always swollen eyes?
Now, Assuming that lately this thing is very much in vogue thanks to the head of the government, I hope at least that old M. not give the age (you always see if you take it).
Beyond this, such is life: the men are called by growing more and more fresh meat and women - at least myself - while not forgetting the fresh meat (we were not even in the butcher), have become intrigued by mature men, more firm, thick and experience.
Maybe it's because I found the young man who think so. Until now I had never raised the problem of my old age and the comparison with women her age, but because I do not look so old and he seems so young, but I realize that being well-drawn, without a firm and sore kidneys no longer part of my being.
Perhaps he never did, now that I think.
If I think of my childhood, I remember my father saying that the forty year old woman is good in thirty years. There, he said, is the flower of femininity because it is aware and fully.
be, but just slightly beyond them, the thirty years, you begin to look in the mirror in the morning and see the lines - commonly known as wrinkles - in their eyes, and behold you so often in the mirror that reflects you as a whole. The problem is not the feeling of falling, because I do not feel it yet, but continue to have the head first, and note that the mirror returns every year, a face is always different, less adherent to what the brain expects.
The key, said Esmeralda, an artist known only yesterday evening, remain attached to their essence. So even if the mirror does not give us satisfaction, its own light shine, we will be beautiful even for old people.
I'll try, I promise. I'm attached to my essence as a mussel to the rock.
So why wake up a week I always swollen eyes?
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Chemotherapy Gift Basket
Saturday, February 12, 2011
How Do You Recover From A Hip Pointer
bad language, and various protests
Here I am, in front of the PC while the TV and the stove, putting into practice the ability to follow more feminine things at the same time.
For example, put in the oven while the biscuits I thought to put the crumbs of the old ones in the house of birds and at the same time I poisoned the blood with a black humor, thinking that sooner or later we will see our head of government in one of his usual television reported, but this time worldwide, and shield his head in a Darth Vader helmet about to say that the universe is going to sue.
TV, here is drugs and the poison of our century. I hope it's almost finished, that century. La7 (network still salvageable Italian TV) have announced the start of a program where you can find a job by participating in a TV game show.
I want to protest, if he had not understood. Some reason I have it though. The first of February I am going to buy a monthly subscription of 40 km from train and discovered that irritated euro has jumped from 49 to 57. Just the day before I arrived at school an hour late because my train caught fire and the conductor has dropped in the wrong way on the platform of a station of poor attendance, saying that would bring the train to the next (which stopped most trains).
not describe the conditions of the next train if briefly: sardines airless, we and others waiting for the next train on a four carriages at rush hour.
Well, the ticket increases, and this sudden increase is expected to improve the service. I realize that a few weeks ago I realized that they are redoing the floor of the station cells. I do not remember the shabby, actually. Now the big agave plant that was to the mountains along the track 3 is well boxed in a square of concrete in the middle of track 2. They are the great works of gardening fs that are beautiful to Italy.
Last Thursday, in my semi-clear morning, I go on errands in Savona and then so I take the train from there. It's been a year since we passed and I noticed that the re-styling has touched too. A dusty construction site without guidance and, of course, the usual new floor instead of the balance, with old concrete benches. In the lobby, a ticket office and a handful of bare-bones stores useless except for the newspaper.
I beat the pee forcefully and seeking a bathroom. After several spins I find, brand new: a clear, neat and lacquered red door with the word toilet. Well, I arrive at the limit of capacity of my bladder and a piece of paper stuck with tape says that unfortunately the toilet is broken, but assures that the supporting platform 1 there is another. Narrow legs to get there because it is right at the bottom and I find the usual piss toilet without closing the doors to Turkey.
I do what I need and then throw the paper out nervous.
Finally - and here I close or almost - I get on the train carefully selecting a seat is not filthy. Here is the result of an increase of € 8: gleaming stations to watch, but certainly not from a second-class train and even by them, at least if you have a full bladder.
Tomorrow is the manifestation of the women we all know, thanks to television and even Internet, with the TV that shares a subset of information.
also near where I live there will be and I'm thinking of going there.
Sometimes I think of when my mother told me that I went to a lot of feminist demonstrations by well-known diamond symbol with their hands and shouting pussy is not ours and we take it, if ever there with his finger the meniamo (sorry eh, but the bottom is a quote).
Today you go with a white scarf to show why the f not, but the femininity of women is no longer theirs. It 'been violated by men who have imposed (with our approval) of the models in which a woman must undergo if it wants to please a man and a career.
are not all like that, men, fortunately, but unfortunately, intelligent men, critics, fans and maybe love is transfigured into a mask of stupidity when they find each other and make comments or jokes about women, generally those dumplings pussy because only processed in the genitals.
shame that women do not ever say "I saw a cock in the street." Indeed, a "dick" is a fool-nothing in common language, and perhaps there will be a reason. "I did not do fuck-all" I did not mean anything and everybody knows who is an idiot.
That said, I love a man and even more, if you want love in its broadest sense. I love my father, I loved my grandfather very much and I love my male students and wondered what I see in them a man to grow up first.
But something has to change and change must be solid and broadened.
The other night, bed I said to M. it is strange that despite women need other women, are comfortable with other women and are much more similar to other women, then share their home and their lives with a man and sometimes in a spirit of selflessness.
He took over the staff and not too well.
Maybe I should say to a woman.
That's life, however, women (women's plurality, not masculine singular).
For example, put in the oven while the biscuits I thought to put the crumbs of the old ones in the house of birds and at the same time I poisoned the blood with a black humor, thinking that sooner or later we will see our head of government in one of his usual television reported, but this time worldwide, and shield his head in a Darth Vader helmet about to say that the universe is going to sue.
TV, here is drugs and the poison of our century. I hope it's almost finished, that century. La7 (network still salvageable Italian TV) have announced the start of a program where you can find a job by participating in a TV game show.
I want to protest, if he had not understood. Some reason I have it though. The first of February I am going to buy a monthly subscription of 40 km from train and discovered that irritated euro has jumped from 49 to 57. Just the day before I arrived at school an hour late because my train caught fire and the conductor has dropped in the wrong way on the platform of a station of poor attendance, saying that would bring the train to the next (which stopped most trains).
not describe the conditions of the next train if briefly: sardines airless, we and others waiting for the next train on a four carriages at rush hour.
Well, the ticket increases, and this sudden increase is expected to improve the service. I realize that a few weeks ago I realized that they are redoing the floor of the station cells. I do not remember the shabby, actually. Now the big agave plant that was to the mountains along the track 3 is well boxed in a square of concrete in the middle of track 2. They are the great works of gardening fs that are beautiful to Italy.
Last Thursday, in my semi-clear morning, I go on errands in Savona and then so I take the train from there. It's been a year since we passed and I noticed that the re-styling has touched too. A dusty construction site without guidance and, of course, the usual new floor instead of the balance, with old concrete benches. In the lobby, a ticket office and a handful of bare-bones stores useless except for the newspaper.
I beat the pee forcefully and seeking a bathroom. After several spins I find, brand new: a clear, neat and lacquered red door with the word toilet. Well, I arrive at the limit of capacity of my bladder and a piece of paper stuck with tape says that unfortunately the toilet is broken, but assures that the supporting platform 1 there is another. Narrow legs to get there because it is right at the bottom and I find the usual piss toilet without closing the doors to Turkey.
I do what I need and then throw the paper out nervous.
Finally - and here I close or almost - I get on the train carefully selecting a seat is not filthy. Here is the result of an increase of € 8: gleaming stations to watch, but certainly not from a second-class train and even by them, at least if you have a full bladder.
Tomorrow is the manifestation of the women we all know, thanks to television and even Internet, with the TV that shares a subset of information.
also near where I live there will be and I'm thinking of going there.
Sometimes I think of when my mother told me that I went to a lot of feminist demonstrations by well-known diamond symbol with their hands and shouting pussy is not ours and we take it, if ever there with his finger the meniamo (sorry eh, but the bottom is a quote).
Today you go with a white scarf to show why the f not, but the femininity of women is no longer theirs. It 'been violated by men who have imposed (with our approval) of the models in which a woman must undergo if it wants to please a man and a career.
are not all like that, men, fortunately, but unfortunately, intelligent men, critics, fans and maybe love is transfigured into a mask of stupidity when they find each other and make comments or jokes about women, generally those dumplings pussy because only processed in the genitals.
shame that women do not ever say "I saw a cock in the street." Indeed, a "dick" is a fool-nothing in common language, and perhaps there will be a reason. "I did not do fuck-all" I did not mean anything and everybody knows who is an idiot.
That said, I love a man and even more, if you want love in its broadest sense. I love my father, I loved my grandfather very much and I love my male students and wondered what I see in them a man to grow up first.
But something has to change and change must be solid and broadened.
The other night, bed I said to M. it is strange that despite women need other women, are comfortable with other women and are much more similar to other women, then share their home and their lives with a man and sometimes in a spirit of selflessness.
He took over the staff and not too well.
Maybe I should say to a woman.
That's life, however, women (women's plurality, not masculine singular).
Difference Between Urine Culture And Urinalysis
Experimental Ceramics at the National Museum of Gdansk
After the preview Parisian hours throughout the exhibition and art / r / evolution is shown in all its fullness to the National Museum in Gdansk (Poland) on Saturday, February 26, opening day, the April 26, 2011. For the first time the collected works of CLS in a unique touring exhibition, 2010 - 2013, avant-garde. Boccini Nicola, Giuseppe Agamennone, Pierluigi Pompei, Pzremyslaw Lasak, Malgosia Turlo, David Roberts, Ricky Boscarino, Francky Criquet, Marino Ficola, Romano Ranieri, Gaia Pace, Alisa Dumas. I 10 artisti e le due Designers mostrano il lavoro di ricerca e sperimentazione nel mondo della ceramica, con opere d'arte inedite. Il titolo non è casuale, Evolution art Revolution, l'evoluzione e la rivoluzione in campo dell'arte della ceramica.
Inaugurazione mostra 26 Febbraio 2011 ore 16:00 presso la il Museo Nazionale di Danzica
Muzeum Narodowe w Gdańsku (National Museum in Gdansk) ul. Toruńska 1, 80-822 Gdańsk
tel. +48 58 301 70 61 internal: 229
www.muzeum.narodowe.gda.pl 
After the preview Parisian hours throughout the exhibition and art / r / evolution is shown in all its fullness to the National Museum in Gdansk (Poland) on Saturday, February 26, opening day, the April 26, 2011. For the first time the collected works of CLS in a unique touring exhibition, 2010 - 2013, avant-garde. Boccini Nicola, Giuseppe Agamennone, Pierluigi Pompei, Pzremyslaw Lasak, Malgosia Turlo, David Roberts, Ricky Boscarino, Francky Criquet, Marino Ficola, Romano Ranieri, Gaia Pace, Alisa Dumas. I 10 artisti e le due Designers mostrano il lavoro di ricerca e sperimentazione nel mondo della ceramica, con opere d'arte inedite. Il titolo non è casuale, Evolution art Revolution, l'evoluzione e la rivoluzione in campo dell'arte della ceramica.
Inaugurazione mostra 26 Febbraio 2011 ore 16:00 presso la il Museo Nazionale di Danzica Muzeum Narodowe w Gdańsku (National Museum in Gdansk) ul. Toruńska 1, 80-822 Gdańsk
tel. +48 58 301 70 61 internal: 229
www.muzeum.narodowe.gda.pl
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Gay Cruises Spots Maui
Slowly starts to live. Even if I close my eyes and continually review what has happened, although inevitably my anxieties of adults against loved ones are multiplying, you must find a balance. I would somehow result of this experience, because it is impossible to remove it and perhaps counterproductive, but for now I only see what I took away: bought a car three years ago, security, tranquility, my sleep full of dreams (now there's just the heaviness of the eyelids). To live forget that you can die and that death is unexpected and catches us alone. Should begin to bask in the thought of death far into the future, in his own bed, maybe in my sleep or surrounded by relatives. In this way, if there the captures in a different way the shock is worse, but on the other hand live with the fixed idea of \u200b\u200bthe real possibility of making life serene. What can I do, I made the argument about the death. "The thought of death in the Essais of Michel de Montaigne" I think it was the title. But after countless speculations we must become again a bit 'not thinkers, at least on this topic. The thought of ending up there is not acceptable. So, slowly begins to work, fight, love, run, beginning with a hint of gratitude and fullness of meaning to , then as before, however, was the first.
Living, for us mere mortals, this is it. The alternative is the wisdom or the total detachment from life as we know it, but say celo, is a luxury.
Living, for us mere mortals, this is it. The alternative is the wisdom or the total detachment from life as we know it, but say celo, is a luxury.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Sky Netgear Dg934g Wifi
memento
Today was not so good. This morning at six thirty, and went down to the valley to go to the station, I lost control of the machine to the icy asphalt. When she finally is individually directed to a wall with the speed and inertia of the ice down, closed my eyes and I thought, now I die. The machine has crashed, has hood, the windows exploded and was completely destroyed, but apart from some 'bruising of the neck came out unscathed.
When a child believed to be the author of countless miracles never imagined that I was going to happen one way, then I can not afford to complain too much.
Of course, now I have had first hand experience as it should be going to die and go forward in life with a clearer perception of what I had in mind: everything can end in an instant. And in that moment there was only the darkest black.
When a child believed to be the author of countless miracles never imagined that I was going to happen one way, then I can not afford to complain too much.
Of course, now I have had first hand experience as it should be going to die and go forward in life with a clearer perception of what I had in mind: everything can end in an instant. And in that moment there was only the darkest black.
Monday, January 24, 2011
How Do U Get Rid Of Scaly Spots
Days
What a beautiful day. Like yesterday: sun, sun, sun.
The blue sky and a rush of ten degrees between the sun and shade.
lips split by the wind, a lunch with friends, colleagues, chatting on a bench with my mother.
does not seem to have worked, but this day did also in the morning. A train journey in the company of another book by Paul Auster discovered in the library at home, in class a bit 'of geometry, then the story dell'apostrofo, candies around eleven games, and jackets on towards twelve.
The evening is part of it: the heater on, and soup for dinner in the oven, the cake of potatoes and onions for lunch tomorrow. Then the shower and, before closing the shutters, look up, see the blanket of stars that appear stuck to the roof.
I go to bed alone, M. join me later. I know that, as always, we will put me in bed and my hips garnished with a warm hug and words of love while I pretend to sleep. Do not feel the
need to change a comma in my day, that's the essence of happiness.
The blue sky and a rush of ten degrees between the sun and shade.
lips split by the wind, a lunch with friends, colleagues, chatting on a bench with my mother.
does not seem to have worked, but this day did also in the morning. A train journey in the company of another book by Paul Auster discovered in the library at home, in class a bit 'of geometry, then the story dell'apostrofo, candies around eleven games, and jackets on towards twelve.
The evening is part of it: the heater on, and soup for dinner in the oven, the cake of potatoes and onions for lunch tomorrow. Then the shower and, before closing the shutters, look up, see the blanket of stars that appear stuck to the roof.
I go to bed alone, M. join me later. I know that, as always, we will put me in bed and my hips garnished with a warm hug and words of love while I pretend to sleep. Do not feel the
need to change a comma in my day, that's the essence of happiness.
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Top Gear All Music Used
thoughts shady
Here it is, the benefactor of young girls in trouble, that uses the media to defend as a knight serving his noble work. Our leader, our representative in parliament and in the world, the face of Italy and the expression of the Italian character in recent years.
Well, I'm seriously thinking about two things:
if still in office, he emigrated.
If he goes, I go screaming into the street naked with a bottle of champagne.
after all hope of catching a cold.
Well, I'm seriously thinking about two things:
if still in office, he emigrated.
If he goes, I go screaming into the street naked with a bottle of champagne.
after all hope of catching a cold.
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Herpes Blood Test Chances Of False Negative
II SUNDAY IN ORDINARY TIME
II SUNDAY IN ORDINARY TIME
January 16, 2011
Sunday, January 16, 2011
9.00: MEETING CHILDREN'S CATECHISM III COURSE
10.00: Boys will participate in the S. Mass
MONDAY 'January 17, 2011
18:30 to 19:30 am: MEETING CHILDREN'S CATECHISM VIII COURSE
19.30: MEETING PARENTS AND CHILDREN OF COURSE VIII
FOR INFORMATION ABOUT THE CONFIRMATION
TUESDAY 'January 18, 2011
18:00 to 19:30 am: MEETING CHILDREN'S CATECHISM IV COURSE
19.30: MEETING YOUNG
WEDNESDAY 'January 19, 2011
18.00: DIVINE LECTIO
18.30 -20.00: MEETING OF RELIGION BOYS COURSE VI
THURSDAY 'January 20, 2011
Hours 18:00 to 19:30: MEETING CHILDREN'S CATECHISM COURSE V
20.15 : YOUTH GROUP MEETING
FRIDAY 'January 21, 2011
15.00: Prayer Meeting for the GROUP OF DIVINE MERCY
Hours 18:30 to 20:00: MEETING CHILDREN'S CATECHISM VII COURSE
Saturday, January 22, 2011
15.30: MEETING ACR
18.00: S. Mass
19.00: Exhibition and personal worship
19.30: Worship with the Community Family Prayer
Sunday, January 23, 2011
9.00: MEETING OF CHILDREN'S CATECHISM COURSE III
Then the boys participate together with S. Mass 10:00
10.00 am: VII COURSE OF THE BOYS INVOLVED IN
S. START WITH THE PARENTS AND CELEBRATE THE ADMISSION TO CONFIRMATION
Friday, January 14, 2011
Hooters Calendar 2009 Pic Serina Snelling
Love, politics and freedom of January
today, returning home from a nap and the other, I thought to politics. Not privy to the recent, though: although the follow and I flare up again, I stopped writing because I was almost resigned to the fact that Berlusconi will bury us all and maybe it will still be there when I retire, finding some form of manipulation for non-mobile age as well as to escape the courts.
I think about is that fortunately I met a man (not a new one eh, but still M) that my own policy guidelines and this allows us to find ourselves often talking animatedly at the table but on a common front, with indignation and together and I swear that this unity of vision in one pair, bond even more.
I do not think would be the same if we had different ideas on social policies, euthanasia, the individual differences or, worse (horrors!) Berlusconi and he was a mess.
Although I am a state employee and he a musician employee sui generis because we generally agree. From the outset I
plots much the things that was very different from the person with whom I was in my previous report. For example, while E. he had big ideas and ended its policy then to be dragged (and groped to drag) in the first meeting of the sordid youth Berlusconi, M. the first time that brought me around was driving a battered old Citroen and listened Guccini.
E. he yelled at me once he had managed to take one of those meetings, because I wore wool pants and my old, beloved faux-clarks, while M. encouraged me from the beginning to dress the way I was and even when it seemed too daring.
E. was very reserved and had the usual two faces of respectable society, one for me and for others, she locked herself in the bathroom to poop and the key to making tons of used toilet paper, while M. now performed all his duties with the door open, he preferred the bidet and did not disdain to go to the bathroom when I was there. At the beginning I was a bit 'shocked, but in the end I came from a family so, as he made and lost quickly in the bad habits that others had given me before.
E. had thin lips, was dry and almost hairless, and I feared that too much depended on me. I was convinced that in a previous life had been my son.
M. has soft, thick lips, is rather stout and has a little 'hair everywhere, but most importantly it is an equal partner, as it should be, sometimes I do cuddle and sometimes it does him.
E. then he had a personality a bit 'fragile, could not really let go, while in M. I found a lover volcanic and affectionate.
Finally, E. was on its way to becoming lawyer, a trade that brings money, but - I do not want lawyers - except for some cases including that of two of my closest friends tend to find it cynical and amoral, and M. was a flute player.
I and E. we never found ourselves in front of the TV or in the car to catch fire the same ideas and maybe now I wait at home for dinner as I do with M. but then, once there, we would not know what to talk about.
I do not think there is a perfect relationship, but once that there is attraction, love and affinity, the need for a good ability to handle it. This may perhaps make it last longer.
To leave what I was and that I could only choose one as M.
Now I can be heavily left, hugs receive intense, leaving the door open when I go to the toilet and, above all, still wearing, as then, my old fake-clarks.
(although in almost ten years I have changed)
I think about is that fortunately I met a man (not a new one eh, but still M) that my own policy guidelines and this allows us to find ourselves often talking animatedly at the table but on a common front, with indignation and together and I swear that this unity of vision in one pair, bond even more.
I do not think would be the same if we had different ideas on social policies, euthanasia, the individual differences or, worse (horrors!) Berlusconi and he was a mess.
Although I am a state employee and he a musician employee sui generis because we generally agree. From the outset I
plots much the things that was very different from the person with whom I was in my previous report. For example, while E. he had big ideas and ended its policy then to be dragged (and groped to drag) in the first meeting of the sordid youth Berlusconi, M. the first time that brought me around was driving a battered old Citroen and listened Guccini.
E. he yelled at me once he had managed to take one of those meetings, because I wore wool pants and my old, beloved faux-clarks, while M. encouraged me from the beginning to dress the way I was and even when it seemed too daring.
E. was very reserved and had the usual two faces of respectable society, one for me and for others, she locked herself in the bathroom to poop and the key to making tons of used toilet paper, while M. now performed all his duties with the door open, he preferred the bidet and did not disdain to go to the bathroom when I was there. At the beginning I was a bit 'shocked, but in the end I came from a family so, as he made and lost quickly in the bad habits that others had given me before.
E. had thin lips, was dry and almost hairless, and I feared that too much depended on me. I was convinced that in a previous life had been my son.
M. has soft, thick lips, is rather stout and has a little 'hair everywhere, but most importantly it is an equal partner, as it should be, sometimes I do cuddle and sometimes it does him.
E. then he had a personality a bit 'fragile, could not really let go, while in M. I found a lover volcanic and affectionate.
Finally, E. was on its way to becoming lawyer, a trade that brings money, but - I do not want lawyers - except for some cases including that of two of my closest friends tend to find it cynical and amoral, and M. was a flute player.
I and E. we never found ourselves in front of the TV or in the car to catch fire the same ideas and maybe now I wait at home for dinner as I do with M. but then, once there, we would not know what to talk about.
I do not think there is a perfect relationship, but once that there is attraction, love and affinity, the need for a good ability to handle it. This may perhaps make it last longer.
To leave what I was and that I could only choose one as M.
Now I can be heavily left, hugs receive intense, leaving the door open when I go to the toilet and, above all, still wearing, as then, my old fake-clarks.
(although in almost ten years I have changed)
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
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Things
The train, the music and a book.
The sense of new and old.
The attacks of the cat to the webbing of my sweaters.
Children.
bamboo blinds on the windows.
The pink and white.
My second pair of dangling earrings.
want to buy. The new wood
just stacked.
The heart beats slower. 
The train, the music and a book.
The sense of new and old.
The attacks of the cat to the webbing of my sweaters.
Children.
bamboo blinds on the windows.
The pink and white.
My second pair of dangling earrings.
want to buy. The new wood
just stacked.
The heart beats slower.
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
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farewell, unhappy years
2010 is finally over. I know December 31 is a formal date. The year may end on April 11, June 3, possibly on Dec. 15. But the New Year's Eve is an occasion to take stock, and groped to turn the corner. I do not remember a year so unfortunate. For example (and not all):
- I had a lot of problems with the work of the new house with your neighbor, who has ruined his life in an already delicate time for the changes and had to be positive;
- the crisis has begun to be felt on our own salaries with a mortgage exorbitant on;
- March
I broke my ankle - I could not do a garden
- 26 December I hurt my hand slipped on a patch of ice
improbable - last but not least, I have found some thyroid problems ...
Thus, the new year begins between doctors and hospitals, with 7 tablets per day to be taken and a bandaged hand - at least it is the left - but at least it's 2011 and everything can still build. I spent the last year with some of the people I care most, and had been so long since happened.
few years maybe I'll look to 2010 with less rancor.
Basically, I spent the past year just before winter a heater, saw a heron outside my window every day, learned to cut my own hair, had a good summer and, eventually, I started to find the peace that resides in the place where I live and find her inside me.
- I had a lot of problems with the work of the new house with your neighbor, who has ruined his life in an already delicate time for the changes and had to be positive;
- the crisis has begun to be felt on our own salaries with a mortgage exorbitant on;
- March
I broke my ankle - I could not do a garden
- 26 December I hurt my hand slipped on a patch of ice
improbable - last but not least, I have found some thyroid problems ...
Thus, the new year begins between doctors and hospitals, with 7 tablets per day to be taken and a bandaged hand - at least it is the left - but at least it's 2011 and everything can still build. I spent the last year with some of the people I care most, and had been so long since happened.
few years maybe I'll look to 2010 with less rancor.
Basically, I spent the past year just before winter a heater, saw a heron outside my window every day, learned to cut my own hair, had a good summer and, eventually, I started to find the peace that resides in the place where I live and find her inside me.
Monday, January 3, 2011
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BIRTHDAY WISHES FOR CHRISTMAS 2011
GREETINGS 2011
Christmas is what is most simpler, truer, more great today we can say to all those we meet.
Congratulations, today is the talk of a word that can become a commitment, a word that can become a reality by the sound, creating the first smile of the person to whom the issue, a challenge for us Pronunciation, a challenge to open our hearts to the good projects to which God calls us.
Why all this it will be the Church today alongside Mary, the Mother of God, you who gave the world his Son. It is in you that each of us can grasp the strength of a presence that can open up to new.
is she who teaches us not only to be born, but every day to be born again by accepting Jesus' presence in their lives as the only news.
Faced with this news, like the shepherds, we are called to enter the new year without delay. If it is true that the new always puts a little 'fear, anxiety, it is also true that the new always exceeds expectations. The angel told the shepherds "will find an infant wrapped in swaddling clothes in a manger, they found much more:" found Mary, Joseph and the Child. "
The Gospel invites us to be like Mary, not to draw hasty conclusions or dictated by custom or dall'impulsività.
Make like Mary: I was given something new ... keep it in your heart, hold fast, Keep them in your heart ... something will happen.
Faith is to think, believe and feel that everything that happens to us is not against us but for us and then do not let the attack your weaknesses.
Put your hands in the hands of Mary, in the hands of one who will repeat that the secret of beautiful things, new things, lies in the heart ... you'll see them only that God's face shine upon you, that God smiles at you ... that God calls you to trust Him
Greetings to you small,
every day, like the shepherds, and we will see you after seeing you, we will strive to tell all of you things that will surprise the others ... we will not measure up to the many things we have to do, but we will do you the reality that every day is a gift of God and therefore a reality that we strive to glorify and praise God, because "you are a child and as such six ... heir heir of God that every man puts his own divine life."
Best wishes to you young
let God make his face shine upon your heart, his eyes ignite your heart and then you'll be able to fast pace that you will achieve the reality with the first heart and then calculated with the reasoning, you will become capable of that protagonist capable of moving the gears of the great old and rusty.
Leave it to God to pave the road, the road where you will be provided, by faith, in the first person to bet in building a more humane world, and you will be willing to invest yourself to give this world vivacity, the strength of a young man, because only those who are young in his words holds the position of the future projects and hope.
wishes to you Mom and Dad,
look every day to Mary and Joseph ... their ability to surprise the pastors was in Jesus take the arms
also take you to know Jesus in her arms, just so you will be able to an amazing love, just so you interesting things to say, just so you know to stop the man today to contemplate your love, just so your children will be confident that you will not ever miss their love even in difficult times.
From you children just want this ... God will do the rest
wishes to you grandparents,
for each of us, you are also an important presence if sometimes our eyes Seize the impression that you are a weight ... no, we're a resource.
even tell you who you know that the beauty of life lies in the genuineness of the little things, you you find in every word to make us the wonder and strength to be players in the world.
not be our attitude in you to resize the position of those words filled with concrete, always said with the heart, your words have not faded from the verbs in the past but they have inside the poetry of the future because each of we find the strength to become the star of a new world best in a world where everyone perceives to be unique.
Greetings to you who are in pain because you are missing a loved one,
to get carried away by Maria ... She will lead you to God; in the eyes of God, you'll find the smile of the loved one, a smile that will give you the certainty that life in God has no end and that every bond of love is forever.
In your heart, time becomes eternity and eternity ... communion becomes a communion with the loved one forever.
Greetings to you who are suffering,
best wishes to you first and then an invitation to health: make every moment of your suffering ... is a gift to God, He looks He collects your pain ... and turn your pain into strength for all those who have quieted down and fell asleep consciousness in their well-being ... that pain is, together with the pain of God, for each of us, knowing that the dreams, projects, ideals, to have the mark of eternity must be soaked in suffering and personal sacrifice.
Greetings to you my community
the Lord gives to you a new year ... a year in which the Lord has placed great things ... certainly we do not know if these dreams continue to achieve them together, but certainly we know in our hearts, wherever the Lord will call us to stay, we will continue to cheer for one another, some of which love over the years the Lord has poured so much in everyone's heart and now we do not need to be in the same places to take, but that love heart carved in the face of everyone, and has become dear to one others.
Christmas and Happy New Year to all ... God can meet every day the faces of each of you can lay on it and his smile.
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