Women In Girdles Clips

again thanks ...

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:

http://www.sw4n.net/votazione-awards

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!

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)

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."

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.

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. "

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?