The key is the unconditional love of eternity.
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Friday, November 28, 2008
Instrumentsused In Hardstyle Music
Autumn Trails
The wind stirs the heroic stubborn voices of ghosts, while the spirit is broken like a stormy sea terrain with obstacles, driven by a burning desire to escape.
swept by the wind, the paths of the soul are filled with the echo of new steps in the thousand whispers of past shadows pointing to the path.
So lost in the fog is not scary.
will fear only when on the road does not resonate the most part of the way and those were silent ghosts real and imaginary, leaving the kingdom to silence and absolute dispersion.
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Hi Heel With Big Boobs
Thoughts
We are just passing on this earth,
but the footprints we leave behind may lead others to a better way.
Friday, September 26, 2008
Belladonna Rumour Herpes
So I would like an angel, like a dictionary on to find the meaning of my words.
Only one eye, a tear or a nod and he would know the taste of my trudge, as the limit of my strength, he would know how little life can sometimes resemble life and make weight and chain in his freedom .
hasten then, my angel, and her smile returned to normal the darkness of time finding out about a thousand points of light, a thousand stars in the night sky.
Oh, to put the soul in a warm corner!
But this prayer falls on deaf ears and my soul knows itself again and again have to walk in the night.
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Customize Visor For Football
Voices
From the depths of ancient and silent calls in the past because there is a mysterious spirit.
And 'what drives the pilgrim from the entry which, alone among a thousand sounds, finds its echo in the heart.
will find wisdom in the past to doubt the advice my way?
Where men have no more memory so beautifully shaped, the heart feels nearer to himself, finds a place to stay, peaceful, through the storms.
Silence is the key to all and come here, gaze directed to the soul.
Saturday, June 28, 2008
What Happens When You Are In Coma?
The gift of a song of love Thought
Danzer in the wind accompanying his voice with silver cymbals and sing the song that you have given me.
As you hold dear to my guide and you jump like the rhythm of your steps next to mine.
the wind I will listen to his answers will tell the old and new links and yet remote.
As always there was this friendship and rest patient waiting we discovered together.
I will dream of the wind on distant lands and out of this and will wait for the breeze to catch up with you friend.
Since a while sometimes to escape even the most solitary wanderer needs a disinterested smile.
dampens the gift of your song with a gentle caress of the intense burning of small wounds that others sold off their empathy, dispense, laughing.
Danzer in the wind accompanying his voice with silver cymbals and sing the song that you have given me.
As you hold dear to my guide and you jump like the rhythm of your steps next to mine.
the wind I will listen to his answers will tell the old and new links and yet remote.
As always there was this friendship and rest patient waiting we discovered together.
I will dream of the wind on distant lands and out of this and will wait for the breeze to catch up with you friend.
Since a while sometimes to escape even the most solitary wanderer needs a disinterested smile.
dampens the gift of your song with a gentle caress of the intense burning of small wounds that others sold off their empathy, dispense, laughing.
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Twins Masturebate At Home
has the fragility of a memory and as intense as the nostalgia, that photo from a bleed time, a fragment of time if it devours it insensitive to its infinite value. Now, in a fit of humanity, it leaves intact the two faces, those of the young girl with brown and dark curls, which is clear and radiant dall'omogeneo background of sepia. The absence of color does not affect expressiveness that goes beyond the years and will be seeking the same as telling herself that the time is not a tomb inaccessible, but only a comfortable corner, where the moments and feelings of a man resting light sleep, waking up at the touch of a silvery look. Now
stringetevi a bit 'and fled from the time that those margins are falling apart and they remain linked in memory sepia. Remains on your face this far: in your eyes will be immortal, and quick stop dress the past, if only someone will look for a moment.
So the intimacy between you and haunting you understand me, unraveling looks deep into the network, rising living at the instant of an infinite memory.
Saturday, May 17, 2008
Can You Weave A Fringe
Farewells
Let me go my way, let me free, thought.
must continue and must do it my way without you.
you accompanied me for a while 'with your polychromy inconsistent, you joked, laughed, cried, lashed, scratched with anger, the healed regrets and wounds.
But enough, let me go.
And I'll give you my blessing succumb to an edge of the road.
remains there motionless, so that it can find you as an old friend on the day when, looking back, I want to look down my whole life.
Friday, May 2, 2008
Plating Zink Diy Elektrolyt For Diy Forzinkning?
Waiting
can wait for a moment last a lifetime.
In an instant a thousand years, so slow and so cruel, but nourished with hope and therefore friends.
Run millennial beat and guide the soul to its fate, but it is unclear if that will hasten this fate at least we will have lived a thousand years in a flash of light.
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Scooter Wheels Neon Green
Moods ... to guess.
Well ...
this YouTube video is different, because the gentleman in question is different.
This man is blind, and his life has toured the world, leaving Australia and wandered to New York and Los Angeles, to go back to where he started, because "I missed my island."
He Geoffrey Gurrumul Yunupingu , an Aboriginal person blind from birth, with the help of a guitar that tells of his difficult life by marginalized in society. Tell us what it was for him to be born in a small island off the coast Northern Australia and tells the stories of its people, but honestly I can not understand a word he says (in his language, Yolngu ), and I could not find any translated text to read.
voices like his honestly remember a few, why do not you have anything special but there's something special, yes, no and the opposite of anything I would not know how to say it. Its more of a music is a "litany", something that seems to come "from his" inside ", and that if you are not very stable, gently guides you to depression. However, I believe this is not his intent, but that this effect is attributable to the design of music that has in the world West, a simple matter of cultural diversity in other words. Personally I agree that it is a prerequisite to depression but something I appreciate, as has been shown and proved that his challenge in his little himself won it (... hoping not to sink into depression).
Source: the Repubblica.it
More video: youtube , in this particular , partly in English.
this YouTube video is different, because the gentleman in question is different.
This man is blind, and his life has toured the world, leaving Australia and wandered to New York and Los Angeles, to go back to where he started, because "I missed my island."
He Geoffrey Gurrumul Yunupingu , an Aboriginal person blind from birth, with the help of a guitar that tells of his difficult life by marginalized in society. Tell us what it was for him to be born in a small island off the coast Northern Australia and tells the stories of its people, but honestly I can not understand a word he says (in his language, Yolngu ), and I could not find any translated text to read.
voices like his honestly remember a few, why do not you have anything special but there's something special, yes, no and the opposite of anything I would not know how to say it. Its more of a music is a "litany", something that seems to come "from his" inside ", and that if you are not very stable, gently guides you to depression. However, I believe this is not his intent, but that this effect is attributable to the design of music that has in the world West, a simple matter of cultural diversity in other words. Personally I agree that it is a prerequisite to depression but something I appreciate, as has been shown and proved that his challenge in his little himself won it (... hoping not to sink into depression).
Source: the Repubblica.it
More video: youtube , in this particular , partly in English.
Saturday, April 19, 2008
Can American Muslim Women Wear Shorts
But as a protest vote? A little honesty please.
From that, so far as not writing anything? I do not know, I lost count. Or rather I have not held.
From that, so far as not writing anything? I do not know, I lost count. Or rather I have not held.
After a while I find myself still here to write, this damn blog has survived once again, damn Pellacchia.
For a week now our "leaders" or, better employees, have changed, some people are happy and some a little less, who can not care less and those who believe that nothing will change. Personally I feel sorry for those left-wing views "extreme", because its representatives after all "no matter" to show openness towards immigrants have now been punished and will stay at home. I am happy for those who believe in Veltroni, who has promised to campaign in all and more knowing he was lying, and even for those sympathetic to Berlusconi, as can now be said to feel represented. I'm happy for the Northern League, which finally had a real claim to the polls, but I'm sad to fit with flanges & Paparazzinger Casini, which after being divided and united have lost the face . In short I'm glad, glad to see that nothing will change for the next five years, glad to know that for those who study, work, sweat and fields will not change anything, that if the person who has governed so far has put the country on its knees who the rule (if you do the same as other times) will put in a position a little more uncomfortable and painful. By the way, among them there are also those who have it tough, to say as they say, that would seem to want to give to Caesar what that are Caesar's, especially in the northeast. That part of the country populated by "polentone," those of "bad piera Goddess", that of "protest vote". The same people who have had enough to live segregated in the house, dispossessed of their city and humiliated by a bunch of thugs from different countries that are spreading like we were in the middle of a barbarian invasion. Now imagine that already some of you who usually reads me must be thinking that's not me that I write, or that are racist, that I was rotten to the brain, that tolerance, which have nothing at home, and that this . Well, maybe you do not know exactly how the affair might not know exactly so many things, but not there do something wrong, because I know that you do not tell her, television and newspapers know them too. And if you knew you'd understand maybe some posters (in any case, perhaps a little excessive) of the lady dressed in green.
not you know that here there is fear, and not a little, and that words are useless against unscrupulous people who know very little money to torture you and rape your wife with a chisel and then kill them both. You read that right, a chisel. Do not know what you can expect in the doorway of the house and threatened with a "simple" observation, I know, "do not pee on the sidewalk under the house." That older people are afraid to go to pick up the board and do the shopping because I regularly being hijacked. What you can not walk safely in a city center at night without fear, because the city has become them. Unfortunately these are not too many things, and then a moment think that those who erect walls , change the concept of "bench" and dig ditches at night is a simple racist and that there is a tendency to sensationalism magnifying isolated incidents. Here, however, the League has hit the mark, in some places had more than 50% of the vote, and believe it is a "protest vote" as he declared the usual right-thinking brains, believe those who tell you that here is fear, and not a little. Intolerance and fear is a short step if you are not protected. And this is just one aspect of the matter. There are many other issues that you do not talk about anyone, from the tax issue, because here in relation to other parts of the country "by" more to your state and "receive" least of all. There is the problem of infrastructure: to make the connection Mestre before seeing the money it takes twenty years, and 40 km of the queue every day from mid July to mid August 24 to 24 hours (the television news do not talk about traffic never or almost never, try it), while we have to run the garbage in Naples and "act quickly", in other words send millions of € uro per year, which then promptly go up in smoke when the collection here there is at least a decade and without begging (because here it seems it is now of begging). And these are just a few examples of that is the atmosphere here. Air of discontent.
Unfortunately you soon to talk about us, the "polentone" who have "the evil goddess pier" and filling his mouth with words that spew ignorance of the facts, believing that wondering who knows what. And I'm sorry to write this, because although it is not, unfortunately, these talks seem to be made by a racist person, the League believes, superficial, and all you want to add, but this is the situation I have described, with a heavy heart but it is exactly this, and no one except the gentlemen dressed in green seemed to understand it. Unfortunately, the same date also showed them not to be worthy of a major political office.
For a week now our "leaders" or, better employees, have changed, some people are happy and some a little less, who can not care less and those who believe that nothing will change. Personally I feel sorry for those left-wing views "extreme", because its representatives after all "no matter" to show openness towards immigrants have now been punished and will stay at home. I am happy for those who believe in Veltroni, who has promised to campaign in all and more knowing he was lying, and even for those sympathetic to Berlusconi, as can now be said to feel represented. I'm happy for the Northern League, which finally had a real claim to the polls, but I'm sad to fit with flanges & Paparazzinger Casini, which after being divided and united have lost the face . In short I'm glad, glad to see that nothing will change for the next five years, glad to know that for those who study, work, sweat and fields will not change anything, that if the person who has governed so far has put the country on its knees who the rule (if you do the same as other times) will put in a position a little more uncomfortable and painful. By the way, among them there are also those who have it tough, to say as they say, that would seem to want to give to Caesar what that are Caesar's, especially in the northeast. That part of the country populated by "polentone," those of "bad piera Goddess", that of "protest vote". The same people who have had enough to live segregated in the house, dispossessed of their city and humiliated by a bunch of thugs from different countries that are spreading like we were in the middle of a barbarian invasion. Now imagine that already some of you who usually reads me must be thinking that's not me that I write, or that are racist, that I was rotten to the brain, that tolerance, which have nothing at home, and that this . Well, maybe you do not know exactly how the affair might not know exactly so many things, but not there do something wrong, because I know that you do not tell her, television and newspapers know them too. And if you knew you'd understand maybe some posters (in any case, perhaps a little excessive) of the lady dressed in green.
not you know that here there is fear, and not a little, and that words are useless against unscrupulous people who know very little money to torture you and rape your wife with a chisel and then kill them both. You read that right, a chisel. Do not know what you can expect in the doorway of the house and threatened with a "simple" observation, I know, "do not pee on the sidewalk under the house." That older people are afraid to go to pick up the board and do the shopping because I regularly being hijacked. What you can not walk safely in a city center at night without fear, because the city has become them. Unfortunately these are not too many things, and then a moment think that those who erect walls , change the concept of "bench" and dig ditches at night is a simple racist and that there is a tendency to sensationalism magnifying isolated incidents. Here, however, the League has hit the mark, in some places had more than 50% of the vote, and believe it is a "protest vote" as he declared the usual right-thinking brains, believe those who tell you that here is fear, and not a little. Intolerance and fear is a short step if you are not protected. And this is just one aspect of the matter. There are many other issues that you do not talk about anyone, from the tax issue, because here in relation to other parts of the country "by" more to your state and "receive" least of all. There is the problem of infrastructure: to make the connection Mestre before seeing the money it takes twenty years, and 40 km of the queue every day from mid July to mid August 24 to 24 hours (the television news do not talk about traffic never or almost never, try it), while we have to run the garbage in Naples and "act quickly", in other words send millions of € uro per year, which then promptly go up in smoke when the collection here there is at least a decade and without begging (because here it seems it is now of begging). And these are just a few examples of that is the atmosphere here. Air of discontent. Unfortunately you soon to talk about us, the "polentone" who have "the evil goddess pier" and filling his mouth with words that spew ignorance of the facts, believing that wondering who knows what. And I'm sorry to write this, because although it is not, unfortunately, these talks seem to be made by a racist person, the League believes, superficial, and all you want to add, but this is the situation I have described, with a heavy heart but it is exactly this, and no one except the gentlemen dressed in green seemed to understand it. Unfortunately, the same date also showed them not to be worthy of a major political office.
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Company Has Negative Equity
Pluvia lucis
The past raises its daring architecture facing the rain, warm fingers.
then dissolves into serenity.
The new promises not yield to the north wind.
spirit forged now learned the art of tasting the flavors hidden life. 
How precious stones in loose soil are the thoughts that shines through the rain and restores intact.
catch them one by one, tearing at their history and give back life to people so long gone.
The past raises its daring architecture facing the rain, warm fingers.
then dissolves into serenity.
The new promises not yield to the north wind.
spirit forged now learned the art of tasting the flavors hidden life.
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
Wedding Not Registered, How To Ask For Gift Card
Ma ..
... this looks like a blog that is closing its doors ... or they already closed? 
... this looks like a blog that is closing its doors ... or they already closed?
Saturday, March 22, 2008
Thank You Note For 3rd Birthday
Days of Silence
Three days of silent prayer and then to taste the joy.
Three days of darkness in order to then watch the light.
Three days of waiting and silence of the night can be tasted at once the glow of dawn
thousands of years old.
man encounters God in the humanity of his divine side.
Thursday, March 6, 2008
Ap Question In Respiration
Pilgrimages
Far past and future, pressing away the feeling of the hour, this is the moment of eternal memories ever, images of simple perfection that caress the mind and lull the mind.
So the evil of the body by the spirit, by extracting it from time to rescue them beyond the finite spaces in a quiet wave in which the soul rests his feet on the consistency of the perfect music.
still a moment before going back before the body claims its nostalgia of life, yet a moment of music and spirit before returning to the material.
Only a prayer that the spirit does not lose the latitude of the threshold that leads out of time, where music and beauty to restore my essence. 
Far past and future, pressing away the feeling of the hour, this is the moment of eternal memories ever, images of simple perfection that caress the mind and lull the mind.
So the evil of the body by the spirit, by extracting it from time to rescue them beyond the finite spaces in a quiet wave in which the soul rests his feet on the consistency of the perfect music.
still a moment before going back before the body claims its nostalgia of life, yet a moment of music and spirit before returning to the material.
Only a prayer that the spirit does not lose the latitude of the threshold that leads out of time, where music and beauty to restore my essence.
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
Tech Deck Pinewood Derby Design
words for a
Tomorrow is the day of the moments special.
tomorrow for a moment full of years, a composer from the past will play just for me letting go of his spirit through the centuries and a thousand thoughts of endless suffering I will be donated by men and women who have been and that I carry in their blood.
Tomorrow and tomorrow only a distant land who will leave his "I look forward to" come up to me knowing that the time allowed only for just an illusion of the journey.
And maybe tomorrow I do not know someone who already understand the intimate but think that eventually we must weave his way with my own.
Tomorrow will be a little illusion of serenity, the gift of hope that I will be in a nuovo anno.
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
How Long For Water Retention To Go Away
think, with very little.
In recent days I am constantly listening to the same song. What I think has the capacity to think. I do not want food
controversy arising out of personal taste in music, so I will not say anything at all about who the song or who wrote it and where it comes from, probably even, although I write most of you may not know miss of who is speaking. If you feel like in a moment I promise you a trail for all.
I will not go well, I do not write any personal opinion, I say no more, just throw the text here, both in the original language (in English I think makes it better) that the translation in Italian, and a video, so you can listen to it all .
controversy arising out of personal taste in music, so I will not say anything at all about who the song or who wrote it and where it comes from, probably even, although I write most of you may not know miss of who is speaking. If you feel like in a moment I promise you a trail for all.
I will not go well, I do not write any personal opinion, I say no more, just throw the text here, both in the original language (in English I think makes it better) that the translation in Italian, and a video, so you can listen to it all .
SOCIETY
It's a mystery to me
We have a greed, with Which We HAVE AGREED
And You Think You Have to Want More Than You need
Until you have it all, you won ' t be free
Society, you're a crazy breed
Hope you're not lonely, without me
When You Want More Than you have, you think you need
When you think more than you want, your thoughts begin to bleed
I think i need to find a bigger place
When you have more than you think, you need more space
Society, you're a crazy breed
Hope you're not lonely, without me
Society, crazy indeed
Hope you're not lonely, without me
It's those thinking more less, less is more
But if less is more, how you keepin' score?
It means for every point you make your level drops
Kinda like you're startin' from the top
And you can't do that
Society, you're a crazy breed
I hope you're not lonely, without me
Society, crazy indeed
Hope you're not lonely, without me
Society, Have Mercy on me
I hope you're not angry, if i
disagree Society, crazy Indeed
Hope you're not lonely Without me ...
SOCIETY / SOCIETY '
It' s a mystery to me
We have a greed, which we have agreed
think you have to want more than you need Until you have all
will not be free
Company
're a crazy breed Hope you're not lonely, without me
When you want more than you have, you think you need
When you think more of what you want, your thoughts begin to bleed
I need to find a bigger place
When you have more than you think, you need more space
Company
're a crazy breed Hope you're not lonely, without me
Society, crazy indeed
I hope you're not lonely, without me
There are those who think more or less, less is more
But if less is more, how you keep score?
means for every point you make your level drops
It 's a bit like starting from the top
And you can not do
Company
're a crazy breed Hope you're not lonely, without me
Society, crazy indeed I hope
you're not lonely, without me
Society, have mercy on me
I hope you're not angry if I disagree
Society, crazy indeed
I hope you're not lonely without me ...
It's a mystery to me
We have a greed, with Which We HAVE AGREED
And You Think You Have to Want More Than You need
Until you have it all, you won ' t be free
Society, you're a crazy breed
Hope you're not lonely, without me
When You Want More Than you have, you think you need
When you think more than you want, your thoughts begin to bleed
I think i need to find a bigger place
When you have more than you think, you need more space
Society, you're a crazy breed
Hope you're not lonely, without me
Society, crazy indeed
Hope you're not lonely, without me
It's those thinking more less, less is more
But if less is more, how you keepin' score?
It means for every point you make your level drops
Kinda like you're startin' from the top
And you can't do that
Society, you're a crazy breed
I hope you're not lonely, without me
Society, crazy indeed
Hope you're not lonely, without me
Society, Have Mercy on me
I hope you're not angry, if i
disagree Society, crazy Indeed
Hope you're not lonely Without me ...
SOCIETY / SOCIETY '
It' s a mystery to me
We have a greed, which we have agreed
think you have to want more than you need Until you have all
will not be free
Company
're a crazy breed Hope you're not lonely, without me
When you want more than you have, you think you need
When you think more of what you want, your thoughts begin to bleed
I need to find a bigger place
When you have more than you think, you need more space
Company
're a crazy breed Hope you're not lonely, without me
Society, crazy indeed
I hope you're not lonely, without me
There are those who think more or less, less is more
But if less is more, how you keep score?
means for every point you make your level drops
It 's a bit like starting from the top
And you can not do
Company
're a crazy breed Hope you're not lonely, without me
Society, crazy indeed I hope
you're not lonely, without me
Society, have mercy on me
I hope you're not angry if I disagree
Society, crazy indeed
I hope you're not lonely without me ...
to you.
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Women In Girdles Clips
again thanks ...
and simply enter your name / nickname, a valid email address and possibly the address of your blog if have one. Following just move to the final list of categories and the "Z_Post" press to open the drop-down menu, which then "FiocchiDiCotoneBianco. Now you just need to press the "I'm ready. VOTE!" and fill out any spam. You can vote for multiple categories in the same time, but careful not vote more than once, on pain of invalidation of the vote.
forgot, you can vote up until 23:59 the day February 1, 2008.
already now thanks to all of you that give me satisfaction once again!
Yes, even one who appointed me again this year to the Z-Blog 2008 award, a competition organized by Sw4n (one of the most popular Italian bloggers) seeking to bring to light for at least part of the myriad of lesser known blogs that deserve anyway visibility. The experience of last year despite a placement at the foot of the podium just got a lot of satisfaction!
As mentioned in the running again this year, this time for the title of "Best Z-Post," the most beautiful place in a blog appeared among those considered "less famous". In this category the competition was reported on my post thoughtful, a little sweet and a little melancholy on " flakes of white cotton. " A post born in the middle of the night when memories and heartfelt giving you the desire to write what you feel inside just before the moment fades. I admit that it was written with a nice lump in my throat, just because it is was like when you write something that touches your heart, because it is from there, home to my feelings for a person that I consider special.
Well, at this point I was a little spontaneous votarmi ask, but do as you like, according to the particular post that you liked. Maybe later I'll regret not having been more incisive in votarmi requests, but do not consider myself a "fanatic", then read the post and then you decide! Of course, I also turn to those who have stumbled here by accident without having first read this blog!
If you decide to participate in the procedure for voting is simple, just go to the following link:
As mentioned in the running again this year, this time for the title of "Best Z-Post," the most beautiful place in a blog appeared among those considered "less famous". In this category the competition was reported on my post thoughtful, a little sweet and a little melancholy on " flakes of white cotton. " A post born in the middle of the night when memories and heartfelt giving you the desire to write what you feel inside just before the moment fades. I admit that it was written with a nice lump in my throat, just because it is was like when you write something that touches your heart, because it is from there, home to my feelings for a person that I consider special. Well, at this point I was a little spontaneous votarmi ask, but do as you like, according to the particular post that you liked. Maybe later I'll regret not having been more incisive in votarmi requests, but do not consider myself a "fanatic", then read the post and then you decide! Of course, I also turn to those who have stumbled here by accident without having first read this blog!
If you decide to participate in the procedure for voting is simple, just go to the following link:
and simply enter your name / nickname, a valid email address and possibly the address of your blog if have one. Following just move to the final list of categories and the "Z_Post" press to open the drop-down menu, which then "FiocchiDiCotoneBianco. Now you just need to press the "I'm ready. VOTE!" and fill out any spam. You can vote for multiple categories in the same time, but careful not vote more than once, on pain of invalidation of the vote.
forgot, you can vote up until 23:59 the day February 1, 2008.
already now thanks to all of you that give me satisfaction once again!
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Labeled Parts Of A War Ship
New Year January 27 - Memorial Day Returns
I betray tomorrow, not today.
Today, rescue me, nail
I will not betray.
You are not the end of my courage.
me, I know.
hands You are hard with five rings.
You have to toe shoes with nails.
I betray tomorrow, not today,
Tomorrow.
must be the night to resolve
It does not take me less than a night
To deny, to recant, to betray.
To deny my friends,
To betray life
To die.
I betray tomorrow, not today.
The file is under the tile,
The file is not the executioner,
Lime is for my wrist.
Aujourd'hui, je n'ai rien à say.
Je trahere demain.
(Marianne Cohn)
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Parent Teachers Conference Forms
Reviews.
[...] Excuse me President, it is not my fault, but that our country do not know what it is, I may be wrong, it's a nice idea, but I fear that it becomes a bad poem. Excuse me President, I feel a great need of the national anthem, in a little 'I'm ashamed. As for players not want to judge, our do not know or have more decency. Excuse me President, if I arrive all'impudenza to say that I feel no membership, except Garibaldi and other glorious heroes I see no reason to be proud of. Excuse me President, but I think the bigotry of the black shirts at the time of fascism, which was born one day
this democracy that we want to congratulate her imagination. This beautiful country full of poetry has a lot of claims but in our western world is the periphery. Excuse me President, but our state that you represent me seems a bit smashed, is all too clear to people that everything is calculated
and nothing works, is that Italians are obsessed with a long tradition of any discussion. Even in Parliament there is hot air you butcher up everything and then nothing changes. Excuse me President, you have to agree that the limits we have to say that we have them there, but apart from the defeatism that we are who we are and we also have a past that does not forget. Excuse me President, but perhaps we Italians
for others are just spaghetti and mandolins, and then here m'incazzo, I am proud and I'm proud of him slam on the face of what the Renaissance. This beautiful country is perhaps unwise, it has confused ideas, but if I were born in other places could have been worse! Excuse me President, I have already said so, but there is another observation which I think is important with respect to aliens we believe not, but perhaps we realized that the world is a theater. Excuse me President, I know it does not rejoice if the cry of "Italy, Italy" there is only the games, but not to die a little or maybe a little joke we have done for Europe we also Italy.
In memory of a great that no longer exists, and "there is more."
this democracy that we want to congratulate her imagination. This beautiful country full of poetry has a lot of claims but in our western world is the periphery. Excuse me President, but our state that you represent me seems a bit smashed, is all too clear to people that everything is calculated
and nothing works, is that Italians are obsessed with a long tradition of any discussion. Even in Parliament there is hot air you butcher up everything and then nothing changes. Excuse me President, you have to agree that the limits we have to say that we have them there, but apart from the defeatism that we are who we are and we also have a past that does not forget. Excuse me President, but perhaps we Italians
for others are just spaghetti and mandolins, and then here m'incazzo, I am proud and I'm proud of him slam on the face of what the Renaissance. This beautiful country is perhaps unwise, it has confused ideas, but if I were born in other places could have been worse! Excuse me President, I have already said so, but there is another observation which I think is important with respect to aliens we believe not, but perhaps we realized that the world is a theater. Excuse me President, I know it does not rejoice if the cry of "Italy, Italy" there is only the games, but not to die a little or maybe a little joke we have done for Europe we also Italy.
In memory of a great that no longer exists, and "there is more."
Friday, January 4, 2008
How Much Is The Haircut In Bench Salon?
flakes of white cotton.
I return today from a mountain six days and already I feel tired of life here. Lately every time I go out to those bends that bring me back home, just unfolding before my eyes the immense plain dotted with lights and large and small, I get anxiety, because it's like when the alarm sounds in the morning.
I return today from a mountain six days and already I feel tired of life here. Lately every time I go out to those bends that bring me back home, just unfolding before my eyes the immense plain dotted with lights and large and small, I get anxiety, because it's like when the alarm sounds in the morning. Up there I learned that without the internet is good anyway, even when the phone does not take. Who sleep in the grave silence is good. That stand to admire the valley below your feet is amazing. Out that while snow and feel the absolute silence, only the falling snow with its slight rustling leaves you speechless. No worries. Without unnecessary concerns.
up there I think there is another "dimension of life," everything has its own rhythms, most natural ones I know, more relaxed, more human. Just breathe for a few days that air that smells of nothing, you enter the lungs to the end, it makes you realize that the troubles of life is a crap, crap. And you're alive inside. Our lives have sadly become a dumping ground of feelings, we no longer love, takes time and brain. The first deal for the work and run and second run after us in the meantime rather than drag. It occurs to me that is so much I want to say a few words about love and sex are too often confused no one knows why. Maybe because you soon. Maybe because it's convenient. I think perhaps it's just me. Maybe I do not know, here's why. But even now, even if they are at home, no thoughts, that snow and silence if they swallow them. Once the sound of the sea I did this effect, I now discovered the mountains and the snow, the silence. A deafening silence, that makes you whistle in my ears so impressive that you can not worry about trivial things that you value coatings fake. When you just hear the snow falling and your voice is lost in the emptiness, thoughts wander to dissolve.
This week has done me good, I returned with high hopes, with the idea of \u200b\u200ba little more peace of mind for the future, but I have no illusions of anything, what will come. Right now they are peaceful, I spent a few quiet days with the person that I love the most, the one with the famous little blue eyes that exude happiness, the little face with puppy, so her own. And I would protect her from many things. Sometimes I realize that I'm running too much with my mind and I will stop now, because everything captain moments when I'm just fine with her, and she with me. We are well short. It scares me that the more we are together we are more calm, because we "lose" less nonsense in which we take away the serenity, the less time we spend together the easier it is wrapped. At times I could not stay without her, because she is, complicated and sensitive, simple and decisive, but I like a few cuddles. Why are we, noi2, started from scratch in every way that we built from scratch feelings. We still distinguish between heart and body, between head and heart. I do not know if I face more afraid of life life, which could threaten these our feelings and our balances these, I'm afraid of the fragility that create the rhythms of life "normal". At times I am convinced that only love makes me feel close to, what makes you think about her even in the most unthinkable, while you're taking something, but all of a sudden you think of her, and I was born a smile on lips, those around you wonders what you're going. I wish I could build, or perhaps could build a fortress around all this, who knows how to defend the wealth, I would. I wonder just when I'm writing what I expected or expect, but I just get a rational request to let time pass and let it go my mind and his idiotic questions. And a recurring thought materializes, I'll be a romantic or merely a simple and thoughtful by nature, always complex, that which is lost in looking at a starry sky and admire the snow that falls in his silence?
If you did not understand they are still in the mountains with her mind and heart.
yesterday at this time I'm thinking that I was stroking his little face and his eyes met mine with her, tired and always surrounded by an aura of something I can not describe in words, that makes me think that when you close in there something special to happen, that there is a world to discover. Last night I was at this sussurarre "goodnight my love, I love you "..." goodnight to you too love ... I love you too. "
up there I think there is another "dimension of life," everything has its own rhythms, most natural ones I know, more relaxed, more human. Just breathe for a few days that air that smells of nothing, you enter the lungs to the end, it makes you realize that the troubles of life is a crap, crap. And you're alive inside. Our lives have sadly become a dumping ground of feelings, we no longer love, takes time and brain. The first deal for the work and run and second run after us in the meantime rather than drag. It occurs to me that is so much I want to say a few words about love and sex are too often confused no one knows why. Maybe because you soon. Maybe because it's convenient. I think perhaps it's just me. Maybe I do not know, here's why. But even now, even if they are at home, no thoughts, that snow and silence if they swallow them. Once the sound of the sea I did this effect, I now discovered the mountains and the snow, the silence. A deafening silence, that makes you whistle in my ears so impressive that you can not worry about trivial things that you value coatings fake. When you just hear the snow falling and your voice is lost in the emptiness, thoughts wander to dissolve.
This week has done me good, I returned with high hopes, with the idea of \u200b\u200ba little more peace of mind for the future, but I have no illusions of anything, what will come. Right now they are peaceful, I spent a few quiet days with the person that I love the most, the one with the famous little blue eyes that exude happiness, the little face with puppy, so her own. And I would protect her from many things. Sometimes I realize that I'm running too much with my mind and I will stop now, because everything captain moments when I'm just fine with her, and she with me. We are well short. It scares me that the more we are together we are more calm, because we "lose" less nonsense in which we take away the serenity, the less time we spend together the easier it is wrapped. At times I could not stay without her, because she is, complicated and sensitive, simple and decisive, but I like a few cuddles. Why are we, noi2, started from scratch in every way that we built from scratch feelings. We still distinguish between heart and body, between head and heart. I do not know if I face more afraid of life life, which could threaten these our feelings and our balances these, I'm afraid of the fragility that create the rhythms of life "normal". At times I am convinced that only love makes me feel close to, what makes you think about her even in the most unthinkable, while you're taking something, but all of a sudden you think of her, and I was born a smile on lips, those around you wonders what you're going. I wish I could build, or perhaps could build a fortress around all this, who knows how to defend the wealth, I would. I wonder just when I'm writing what I expected or expect, but I just get a rational request to let time pass and let it go my mind and his idiotic questions. And a recurring thought materializes, I'll be a romantic or merely a simple and thoughtful by nature, always complex, that which is lost in looking at a starry sky and admire the snow that falls in his silence?
If you did not understand they are still in the mountains with her mind and heart.
yesterday at this time I'm thinking that I was stroking his little face and his eyes met mine with her, tired and always surrounded by an aura of something I can not describe in words, that makes me think that when you close in there something special to happen, that there is a world to discover. Last night I was at this sussurarre "goodnight my love, I love you "..." goodnight to you too love ... I love you too. "
Took A Year For The Second Herpes Outbreak
the fate
Under the tops of the mountains, the calm and impenetrable surface of a lake, watching the line of light a day old man who disappears behind the mountains, the sun remains nicchiante between arms outstretched into the sky, the trees in winter.
atmosphere is cold and yet so friendly and sincere, a journey of tears and love and understanding of the show is magnificent perfection.
be able to be everywhere and nowhere.
Rossi bruising of the whip is my destiny that reminds me of my short-handed and laughs attempted escape.
then this will be the new year that will make me a free creature?
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