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If I wanted to write you

If I wanted to write about you, I'd invent memories, I speak of illusions crumbled , imagine days spent daydreaming looking at the sky;

if I wanted to write you , I could not speak enchanted nights of screaming fights, discussions, to establish such nonsense to snatch a smile;

if I wanted to write you , I could not describe your fatigue, I can not explain your pain, I give up to your vacuum, I could not tell the moving of your hands or 'the way you look;

if I wanted to write you , I should imagine the pain, hold the lascrime, guessing thoughts, lost in the absence;

if I wanted to write you , should be disarmed;

if I wanted to write you , I should first let a little 'me and then leave, then maybe I could do it.

Sometimes you just have to wait.

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If

"live by
still looks for answers dazzling

lots of letters that look at the top of the mystery
to be so alone "

if

Inside The The Vigana

and' mental illness and there is no cure

This stupid little work of two money made from time to time for a few dollars to spend on me is tearing.


"where are you"

"I'm Italian"

"I am Croatian, I came here 26 years ago. 15. Then I was wrong. I now live in here for 9 years, but next week I go out !

"nice to go out and where are you going?"

"going fishing, going to sea and I take a bath, but rather do both. You have big eyes. Are great even when you smile. You have to put that black thing (Mimes the gesture), the one that you put women on eyebrows. give me 2 more toast? "

" ah mascara, I put you in a while. Ask the nurse if I can "

" not always put it. are great, you see everything inside. remain large even when you smile. you put it? "

" I put it, fine. I promise, next time ... "


Next time ... I've put my mascara. I made this morning at 5 am, before the turn. I asked the supervisor of give me the breakfast shift at Cedars, your ward.
But you were not there this morning. And I'm sick now.
Last night you thought well, that your head a bit 'suffering, to leave.
're fishing right? I know you're at sea. Myself I always go there '.
There was such confusion in the hospital.
you the fifth patient this year.
My mascara and 'cast, all in the face. My colleagues gave me 15 minutes free, go to your room.
Nurses, doctors, security, say that you were extremely ill and dangerous, that was not the first time we tried.
Be 'you did this time. You choked with the sheets. What idiocy, you were crazy.
's my mascara has continued to stain the face and heart.
and big eyes are full of tears now.

They say it's' good to see staff who fail to establish emotional ties with patients.
I did not have an emotional bond with you. I will only preparing meals and talked, sometimes two to three minutes.
Maybe I thought not having it.
Pero 'I had made a promise. And I would not keep the promises I make. And now it hurts

-damn-bad but I know and care 'in one breath.
care, there are dicks that take, and 'life itself.
E 'love and' love. Every day, every minute, every second. Until 'and there'.

Pero 'now I can not. Today I need to shut down, I need to be crouched on the floor. Today, you really do not have access to my world, I do not get out the words, I can solve this mess, I do not see opening.
Today, just for today, I have no happy thoughts.
If there 'someone to listen who want to share one, give one of his own, a sign, a drawing, I'm here.

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The ugliest house in the world

In the early nineties a friend of mine found himself in the hands of an architecture book that collected pictures of the ugliest houses in the world. From Singapore to New York from Stockholm to Bogota, the authors had scored a forest of horrors architectural detail is explained in the captions that acccompagnavano rich images. What attracted the most readers, however, was the picture of the cover of the book that brought a civilian house that had a familiar ring ...
Who told me this story has always lived in Rivarola Carasco and would never have thought to find the home of the nearby on the cover of the book. But how can we blame the authors of the paper: it is actually already very long and curious a tight structure, the roof - then - more reminiscent of beads wrapped in a mountain rather than a house in three steps from the sea. The profusion of anodized aluminum for the already sad for their verandas does not improve then the vision of the whole. Leaving aside any comment on Calderino to view what baffles most is the huge wall - until a few years ago and the picture of the book completely wrapped in asbestos - from which emerge two windows useless even for a dwarf with suicidal feelings. Ps

Unfortunately my friend has lost valuable publication, so if anyone still have a copy please contact us.

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Some stories should be handed down, written by compassionate hands, told from female lips.
Ismael and Sudan.
His first 37 years, its ghosts, 300,000 deaths, 4 million homeless, life, food, future.

deep voice, body panther hands "murderess", scars visible (or not), listening in silence without interrupting.

It 'nice, oh and if'. No doubt, no subjectivity ', without comparison.
almost scary.

I need guhwah slowly and does not leave my sight for even a second. Never.
They are there 'without being able to run it' hide. And the parts. He knows, he knows everything.
You know the smell.
A continuous and deep background of drums, their music, women cook on the floor and laughing, children screaming from the garden beneath a bright orange sunset.
I am the host, the only white I'm black.
I am black. I am a survivor. And I'm wandering. I am a refugee.


, there goes' my talent, my torment. This passion that makes me feel as if things explode inside.

YOU SHALL RISE ...

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Nothing 'as a gift

Compared to the oddities of my life, how one thing changes from day to day, again and again (and I can not get used to or understand the ultimate meaning), I blend a question in my head.
persistent and urgent, like all the naive questions:
'but why'? "


Words yesterday seemed spontaneous and sincere, today shine in the silence of disbelief and mild distrust. There will be no exaggeration to 'a well in between.
Onesta, hesitant, clean, friendly and affectionate. Or not?

Nothing is a gift, everything is on loan.
are indebted to the neck.
I will be forced to pay for me
with myself,
to make life in exchange for his life.

is how things are, should be made

heart and liver should be made
and each finger.

is too late to avoid the contract. How much do I

I will be removed with the skin.

I'm going for the world
among a crowd of other debtors. On some

imposed the obligation to pay the wings. Other
will, willingly or by force,
give an account of the leaves.

column
Give every tissue that is in us.
not an eyelash, not a stalk
be preserved forever. The inventory is accurate


and apparently we'll stick with anything.

I can not remember where, when and why I allowed to open myself

that account.

call soul
protest against it.
And this is the only thing
that there is no inventory.

Wislawa Szymborska

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Metal Sider - Battle of Heavy-Metal Band in Genovese

Like the first Saw, the first kiss or the first note on the register also the first metal record we can not forget. For me it was Judas Priest's Screaming For Vengeance: a revelation which marked the beginning of a pilgrimage on the path of heavy metal, while the Walkman's Iron grind, Ozzy, Megadeth - almost all - copied on cassettes that my mom was in the drums Dixan and Lele "Tg-Trash" Massucco had taught me re-virgin with two pieces of tape applied to the upper extremities.



Thanks to me and a few other bad part of the first great master of the Lyceum C Nicholas of Recco became metalheads over a summer, then during the years, the current format and factions with some curious results. Among these the most extreme was that of Andrea Benedictines who had passed from Motley Crue to Metallica and Slayer to Death to the boxes of the Vic 20, which - if you listen to on a normal plate - emit trills and whistles unbearable for most, but not for Andrea ears that liquifacevano to please the new sound he called the Ultra-Trash Metal.



Marrying the metal meant well put a big cross on - however remote - possibility of exploring the innards of some of his classmates, in fact, the only thing there was to be deflowered was some BASF cassette pack standa rubavamo that when the promotion ended Dixan. Obviously the relationship with parents was not the easiest. These, avendoci raised on bread and Celentano, certainly could not accept a radical change in our musical tastes and style of dress. I still remember his face swollen the poor that Gerardo had applied to your nail Merceded used the arms of his father, this one, brand-new.



With Metal Sider I Metallicissimo Edo and we wanted to joke a bit with those memorable years imagining a battle among the most important metal bands, of course, in Genoa. We hope to please everyone as pleasure the two videos that are part of this post: The Kickapoo and Metal, the first from the film and the second from a Tenacious D concert, the group of comedian Jack Black too much too old to rock, too But too die youg .

Ps eye to the word "chode" who speaks little Jack Black in Kickapoo: is a term coming from university now widespread throughout the U.S. that defines the area between the anus and scrotum, and that little Jack would like to lick the Santa!

2 Ps do not miss the dance The Metal (RB)

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Care

"And I thought to life, it is surreptitious,
and rarely shows his reasons on the surface, and instead
his true path is deep,
like an underground river. "

There are moments and people that can simultaneously touch the point where I feel pain and pleasure. They even notice it and wonder is right there '. And it 'an exchange absolutely spontaneous, impromptu, tonic.

E 'for you then that thought.

you and your sea, your new nest and your notes very much, even when they are out of tune.
to your tenderness, and that 's a bit mine too. From

to them ;-) They

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' s spring even if it rains ...

life course and 'really amazing.
Maybe it's me that I continue to be amazed, but I think this and say this.

For a series of fortuitous coincidences esitenziali "I'm sudiando as Carer. That already 'the word says it all: Carer and' someone who cares for someone else. In this case, I might in future work as a Social Worker with the elderly with dementia, the Aboriginal children misfits, geeks in general.
I, you see? I do not feel at all adapted to this life, that just do not understand, I hear it running through me like hot wax. I who always sought someone to take care of me. But so is' at the moment. And I do not mind at all.

The same "existential fortuitous coincidences" have made it possible to get a job "casual" in a psychiatric hospital. Right now I am also studying. So I happen during the week to go to UNI Tuesday through Thursday and work on other day.

but so is' at the moment. And I do not mind at all.

have contact with patients, with the "crazy" is exciting to me.
was not expected. I did not think that I would be close. It often happens instead of speaking, have a laugh, to ask: "How are you?" and be told: "Every day is' a gift."

also happens to meet the angels in hell (why 'and the', believe me) to whom you smile 'cause you can not do otherwise. 'Cause to smile when you help them to eat with their hands trembling frantic for the medicines they take.

While you instead of you, it breaks the heart.
Sometimes they ask you to smoke a cigarette outside together.
But you can not 'and you should not.
But you can 'say something like: "Hello sweet, you should ask the nurse. But outside, in your garden (which looks like a cage for the tigers) are blooming camellias know?

Valley to look for me. Even if it rains and 'spring, the camellias are blooming "

So can' happen that when you get back in the dining room to put in order, you will find dozens of camellias. On the tables. Chairs. On the shelves.

"A syringes, 'cause even if it rains and' spring here,"

It should not surprise me?


I was born March 21, the first day of spring when the camellias are in bloom. And
for 7 wonderful years, my birthday, I received a gift a bunch of white streaked with red camellias. Gathered by hand tired and kind. In a bush in the backyard of a house in Sicily dell'700.

Dr. G and its camellias. Our camellias.
Always in my heart until the end of my days.

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The landing in Normandy?


For the third year in a row, the practice match on Sunday ruled the intended victims of penance at the end of the season. This is the first exclusive photos of the "Normandy landings" occurred in the Bay of Silence in Sestri Levante. Soon we will prepare a clip with the best of these years of penance.

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A woman

mo-bile
disarray ...

everything I say or I did not want to say, do not mildew but remains silent as humus underground. organic matter decomposes and revises.

start feeding my head and my heart bruise

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Due to bad weather the show "Mixed Boiled" planned for this evening Gattorna to August 14 has been rescinded due to bad weather. Sorry, next time.

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A woman wrapped in a stylish dress
a beautiful woman who holds the
a woman happy to be snake
an unhappy woman to be this and that.

A woman who in spite of men

wary of those things that are white stars and moons
a woman who does not like the fidelity of the dog.

A new woman, newborn
ancient and dignified like a queen
a confident woman and feared
a vulgar woman as a mistress.

A woman like a woman who longed

hides everything in its internal
incomprehensible is that it is a clear spirit as day.

A woman, a woman, a woman.


A woman so plain that the original may seem a strange animal
, weak and strong
in harmony with everything, even death.

A woman so generous
a woman who can light the fire, it does

love and who wants a real man as a dreamer.

A woman, a woman, a woman.

A woman who resists tough
a different woman, and always the same
a woman who believes in the eternal present
a woman who is so determined to be immortal.

A woman who does not know that stupid emotion

more or less vain
a woman that in the lounges is not the spirit.

And if you need this damn
let alone his desires
and if more did not effect the false loves of suitors


then there would be men and women in a world so beautiful
not need to become fond
the lie of our dream.

GG

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What I really, for the first time, I have no desire to write but feel, just being in the absolute void that I lived for a while. I found this to be Ginger or perhaps it is you who found me and I leave here ...

TO THE SON By C.
Cavallini Lebowski

Tonight I thought I'd teach you this: you rebelled

whatever happens:
rebel rebelled against the letters aligned
the colors to the frames around the sheet
indexes in books to the images in the right direction at the edges
belts and socks always equal to the buttons

in the slots and the slots are always looking for buttons
to soaps to creams to toothpaste
recommended that the skin heals the scars to callus
women feelings at the time that the sufferings

and heals all the pain that you leave
heal me, and especially certain


(and especially me of course)

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the son to be mothers? Involuntary

"A few years ago, I met a western woman ... She was not exactly a friend of mine, it was more an acquaintance, a friend of my good friends. However, this woman I'll call Marion, was recently married and her husband were planning to have kids.

When Marion became pregnant, after careful planning, as Westerners like to plan anything until the last penny she had all the care he needed. Test, ultrasound, etc., etc. ... and during the first four months of pregnancy also did the test for disgnosticare possible malformations in the fetus (amniocentesis).

Marion was destroyed by the news that her doctor gave her: her baby was suffering from some genetic malformation and she would have to undergo a therapeutic abortion. Marion soon fell into a deep depression, even if the doctor assured her that in the future would still have to have more children, she was in a panic at the thought of being able to stay still pregnant and her marriage foundered, ending in divorce .. .



During this difficult period, family and friends gave her all the moral support you can ... All the solidarity demonstrated to her that he had lost the fetus of four months, empathically unpredictable, had become spoiled, spoiled and endless sessions with psychiatrists specialize in trying to help her best to overcome his pain ... Certainly it is a

bet ... a big bet ... But - all we ask - how can the case of nature playing such a trick in Marion ... and I saw the text refers to the refusal of this cruelty ... and I heard shouts of horrified indignation for a pregnancy that ended badly.

I believe that yes, it's a sad thing but not the end of the world. She was lucky to be able to discover in mid-pregnancy and at delivery, is a young girl and in good health, he may make use of the health service, lives in a healthy environment, following a proper diet, it helps those who and can still be pregnant ... In my view this was a problem overrated ... But Westerners have much to heart the life and health of their children and are entitled to have everything in the best possible ...

years pass and I do not know what happened to poor Marion, maybe it's been pregnant again or not has yet to overcome the fact that they had to abort due to error of nature ... but on the other hand, what I know is that hundreds of Iraqi mothers were asked not to have children under any circumstances ...

The latest news I have received no official in Basra is that the doctors advise women not to get pregnant for the next 25 years. Basra was the government's Shiite enclave, no one would dare to publicly give this news which is in secret Cricoli among young brides ...

in Fallujah but it's official - women are publicly warned not to remain pregnant and the number of years is not even mentioned - but, of course, speaks of a long, long time ...

The reason for the deterrence of pregnancies is that the West, which has so much heart to their sons, has absolutely no qualms to pour tons of lethal chemicals in the form of weapons of mass destruction on the people of Basra and Fallujah - for one thing, chemical weapons such as depleted uranium and phosphorus cause the increase of cancer among children and produce the most monstrous malformations - from genetically modified products "Freedom and democracy" ...

The mothers of Fallujah and Basra certainly did not have the luxury of any Marion ... Fronkensteen and their kids are not the product of unfortunate natural events, no. Their children were planned and designed to Whasington DC and 10 Downing Street. West are the result of their efforts and our agony.

Nobody covers the attention of Iraqi mothers and even gives them a golden or help their own comfort as to Marion, they can only lie in the delivery room, as long as there are and will give birth to a monster after another, made in USA or UK .

But you see, maybe there's something else that escapes you, these kids-monster, these deformed children - Not by nature but by your "civilization" - is only the reflection of your monsters, the children themselves are beautiful and you're just full of hate. "Layla Anwar


Source: http://arabwomanblues.blogspot.com/
Link: 05/06/2010 http://arabwomanblues.blogspot.com/2010/05/genetically-modified.html


The full of photos (only for those who rule, are painful) can be found here

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"not looking complication, it is in me.

Every gesture that does not recognize all the contradictions that I live there, I betrayed "

have sickened me.

There is no 'more' very to say. You have your lives. I have my own. And there we want more '.

I did nothing to stop you and you know me well enough to know that I do not ever let anyone go unless ...

I left, I unhooked, you're alone now. As I am alone. As we are all alone in the end.

No, you want to look for substitutes. Smiles alike, who speak their hands, the blood in this case, there has blatantly lied.

you could only happen if you cut the head again to graze without delicacy, as you did. How did before.

But she 's different about you can not leave marks. You are not loved you as I have loved you. You, stand it on its own. You have me.

for different reasons. I was nauseated. I tried to hold back the efforts, but I would have lost a big headache. Until 'I slipped two fingers in his mouth and I vomited.

Your annoying obsessions. Hidden, morbid, hidden attributed. Your affection anemia, parasitic, scared. The silences, the lies, the tears. Ridiculous, false, mechanics needed.

I vomited.

My reasons and my infections. That we are all sick. Only some know it. Others remain there 'doing nothing. To blame it on who knows 'who, who knows a' thing. Entrenched, suffocated, disenchanted.

The truth ', my, can not' see anyone. Even reading, not listening to words, not even looking at me. 'Cause my thing. And there is no communication, no contact so sensitive, background, intense get this far. And I do not want. I bring myself alone.

I have continued to decline my pain, one of those pains them '.

I learned from memory and I disrupted by my body. Separated from me and split.

And here alone, I'm having the time to see. All

. Time. To understand. Everything. Time. To hear. Everything. Time. For a job.

No more 'remorse, without regret, without mercy'.

Cosi 'like I'm living now. Wild and crystalline.

This pain and 'went away.

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VCCIDIAMO LVNA THE LIGHT!

War? ... Well, yes, it is our only hope and our reason for living, our only desire! Yes, war! against you, you die too slowly, and against all the dead that clutter our streets!

E you must, even in your spite, to get used to the noise of our guns! What do you say? We are crazy? Hurrah! Here at last the word I was waiting for!

Ah! Ah! Very nice idea! Take care with this word of solid gold, and soon tornatevene in procession to the celarla more jealous of your wine! [...]

We will glorify war - the world's only hygiene - militarism, patriotism, the destructive gesture of liberating, beautiful ideas worth dying for and scorn for woman. [...]

We want to exalt the aggressive movement, feverish insomnia, the pace of travel, the mortal leap, the slap and the punch. We affirm that the world's magnificence has been enriched by a new beauty: the beauty of speed.

( Filippo Tommaso Marinetti i - from " Kill the Moonlight " and " Manifesto Futurist )

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Qui sopra un mio piccolo lavoro per l'esame di storia dell'arte.

Grazie a Martina per essere stata una così bella donna d'acciaio rombante!

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I moved here:

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You are all invited to drop by.

Love,

Luca

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Take a look if you're never been in Rome!!

Ringraziamo i musei vaticani per questa splendida ricostruzione 3D:

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Stanley Kubrick • Photographs on display at the Palazzo della Ragione

After Gastel and Steve McCurry, Palazzo della Ragione offers us another wonderful show, in my opinion one of the few around Milan noteworthy. Well maintained and well lit as usual. These great Impressionist paintings attached to the walls with a contrasting black and white in a spectacular way, really exciting.

I do not want to reveal anything more, so, go and see her in person and then we'll talk.

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Any shot made secretly to my favorite photos of the exhibition.

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Doglie

For all the times I let myself be. To the smiles and judgments ever kept inside. For the tears, the laughter, the screams. To the love that has always linked, so 'different way' the same. For my being "holy" and your not. For our stars tattooed. For those chasms that no longer swallow '. For my hand that held your forehead. For women that being "too much". For our red. For discounts and gifts. For all the courage to live forever. For my "not worth more 'punishment' for your" always worth it. " For that being, anyway. For those who will not understand 'ever. As for not wanting to know exactly where you end and I begin. For this labor that I live with you. I'm waiting for your child and feeling like a little 'me too. And the e '.
All this and much more.
I love you friend, sister, lover, soul. Always

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not you save

not remain motionless on the roadside
not freeze the joy
not love does not save you now reluctantly


not and never will save
not you fill quietly
not only a world reserve
quiet corner
not to drop his eyelids heavy as
reviews

not run out of lips do not fall asleep without sleeping
not think of bloodless
not judge timeless


spite of everything, but if you can not help

and freeze the joy

reluctantly and with love and save you now
and fills you with calm and reserve of the world

only a quiet corner
and dropped his eyelids heavy as

reviews and you wipe your lips without

and you fall asleep without sleep and you think you judge and bloodless

timeless and remains motionless on the roadside

and save you time


not stay with me

Mario Benedetti Every so often I forget to me. Poetry helps to remember. Experience helps to have memories.

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Meanwhile ...

From "The timidity of the roses" Serdar Ozkan (the book is not 'so great' but the quote is worth):

Imagine a mountain ... From the top the view is amazing. Would you like to be there, but the top seems so far that you lose the hope of achieving it. Give up saying: "We'll never get." The truth is that the steps of those who have not reached the top was longer than yours. But they just kept putting one foot before the other. Are no miracles to make the impossible happen, but perseverance. It 's so that water consumes the stone.



All around us speaks to us, if and only if it predisposes the ear to listen.
I left everything I had "accumulated" and I went into the unknown. I
done little calmly but with the opportunity to try to answer a question that Serena was also the time to me, a view that the answer to certain questions is already contained in the search.
On this trip, put this in practice and not just metaphorically on the way, I grew up. And I was afraid. But also courage. Much.

I could do 'I can choose how to feel and swing on a trapeze without a quick look, but immersing myself into the void. But I can 'choose to feel good where I am.
to smile in these distances, "falling in love of absence."
can be observed, amaze me, take care of those around me and myself.
And in this case the process puts a hand.
After changing perspective also changes things and people that make you feel good, that come into your life unexpectedly, without knocking, pierce with a glance or coming quietly on tiptoe.
And thank you to take my head and take it elsewhere, nourishing. Why
'reflected in a pair of eyes can be wonderful, but what good can be the mirror, you go back what you give.
And as I was saying the other day: "Life is what you see inside, you sense that the returns from. And 'a mirror


And in the meantime other people in a whisper loudly or move away.


Ultimately, happiness is not something you're watering as a blessing, but maybe he's just in the act of watering everything around you with your love for existence.

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Where The Wild Roses Grow




One of the most ispirational video for me.

I love it with all my heart. I love the colours, the atmosphere, the song, the music, her hair, their voices, the story...

"On the third day he took me to the river
He showed me the roses and we kissed
And the last thing I heard was a muttered word
As he stood smiling above me with a rock in his fist

On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow
And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
As I kissed her goodbye, I said, ' All beauty must die '
And lent down and planted a rose between her teeth"

Ophelia, John Everett Millais

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a day of ordinary madness.

[ Massive Attack • Pray for rain ]

Milan at Easter is empty. It's a little 'as the Milan of August, only with the rain.

But I must have some sort of special appeal for people crazy.

In fact, despite the desolation of the city, but today I managed to meet the beauty of four crazy around the city.

Way. I walk on the cobblestones of Corso Vittorio Emanuele. I smell the wet air and listening. Some speak on his own-very-frequent here, the singer, who try to sell me an umbrella, although I have huge cap and scarf on his head, who evidently crunches chestnuts out of season ... Then there is her number one the crazy, the Chinese chick stuck with a languid-eyed girl of only six, maybe seven years. "Please give us something, we're hungry, you see my baby?"

And you I can not imagine how hungry I am, that it was heading straight towards my handsome little body Luini in the throes of a huge rumbling stomach.

"I'm sorry, I'm hungry too, you know? So, money or give them to her, or I eat. "It is not evil eh!

But they did not want to surrender, I swear, he tried to follow me. So I left the bag holding me tight.

What then are these things I greatly on the balls, but that's another story ...

By Zara, a full stomach. Top floor. Three steps holding a dress and new boots. Camerino test. No, do not go well. Change size.

Esco all completely out of order, at the moment with her hair tied back in a sort of tuft broken, of course.

And here's the crazy number two . "But you saw how beautiful that girl? That one, "Do not stay mica talking about me? It is technically impossible, it is indecent. I turn and look. The pretty-well-done speaks loudly with his girlfriend committed: just me, because there was just me there.

"Then that black makeup under her eyes is very nice ... I like a casino, "not content continues undaunted, always a very loud voice, until I'm gone. I go down to pay and he stares at me. And I'm so restless. Submitted at least, to this point.

Esco Zara, rather shocked, and still raining. I rinfilo again the cap on his head and the neck scarf.

I climb on the train, the famous twenty-three. I support my stuff and throw a huge sigh of relief: in less than twenty minutes I'll be home.

... or maybe not.

"ehhh CIRO, DO NOT YOU READ THEM THOSE THAT FUCK PORNO Newspaper ..." He stops and stares at me. It must be the driver of the tram that is close to the side: the fool number three. "Cyrus had to tell me that there was such a bbbbella Miss, I do not want to scandalize mica. With women, it takes good manners, "I smiled proudly and I smile back, but of circumstance. I move a bit 'intimidated deeper. Time number three seconds ...

"But then, how many times do I have to repeat?"

But he had just said that we wanted good manners?

"But how do you do with your wife? We read all these fucking porn comics? Ehhh ... Ciro raccontacela by all! No, no, no, do not hide under there! "Winks, laughs and screams like a madman, like a man in southern Italy that is. Then he starts to leave, obviously you have to march on the other hand is still working ... But it is not over yet. Go back, looks and stares at me. "Miss Happy Easter! Hello, hello, I hope to see you again soon! "At least it's nice ... I smile again, more and circumstance, waving back. And he goes around happy. Apparently not take much to make people happy.

And finally we go.

time, two minutes and a tram stop.

Sale a lord, the fool is number four. He looks around confused, then sits in front. But it does not seem too convinced and in fact stands up, wandering. Maybe look for companionship and, as it turned, it is to sit next to me.

"knows, did not say the number but in the end, poof, came out of nowhere ... "Yeah, he is talking to me. I smile to him, now out of habit, despite not having understood anything about his ramblings.

"always do so now, it's weird. Anyway, here is certainly less cold, is not it? "Less cool thing, where, why? But what have I done wrong in life? I can not get home alright?

"It is absurd because we write SUP 30 min, and then comes ..." Ahhh, now I understand, talking about the tram. Eccheccavolo, this is changed from speech to speech as sorting socks in the same market baskets.

I do not say anything and he continues. He tells me a lot of things, his daughter who is finishing college, he did some shopping, etc. ... And in all this, I simply smile. I do not answer, not even once, I swear.

"Bus stop: Piazza Carlo Erba.

hell broke loose! Home at last.

nod for the last time and get out quickly, waving a sign with the gentleman. I really can not comprehend, should the city to create these 'things'. There are too many examples here.

But oh well ... One hundred and fifty feet and five floors of stairs after I'm finally at home.

I slouched on the couch and decides to tell everything. That perhaps there fregherà nothing, but to me it seemed too absurd to not write it.

Happy Easter, lots of rain and a happy new year!

Oops, that's not happening now, right?

Combination Lock Reset

Parisian perfume.

(Sunday, February 28, 2010, 12:03)

[Listening to: The Bolero by Ravel]

There are two men here in Milan that 'appear' very rarely on Sunday morning. and play.
playing saxophone and clarinet. They bring joy and they are good, very good at their job. I do not know who they are or where they come from: Maybe he just bums. The throwing money out the window and thank them, almost mechanically.
recall Paris Montmartre , Impressionism and nineteenth centuries. They smile in your face are awesome.

pity, however, are not suitable for Milan: people here does not dream .
People here earn .


It's been over a month since I wrote this note.

Since then they have not returned ...

Osiris Bronx Red/blue/white

Last Tango.

You know why I fell in love?
Tell, I beg you.
Because he has found the right way to make me fall in love.
And you want the man you love to protect you and take care of you ...
course.
Do you want this strong, roaring and mighty warrior build a fortress where you can take cover, so you should never be afraid, never have to feel alone, should not feel excluded ... Is that what you're looking for, right?

Yes
'll never find him.
But I've already found.
Be ', it will not be that he will build a fortress in itself, made with your tits with your vagina, your smile, your smell ... A fortress where he will feel safe and so stupidly male who wants your gratitude at the altar of his cock.
I've found this man.
No, you're alone, you're all alone, and you can not get rid of this feeling of utter loneliness until you look death in the face. And even then, look, this is just bullshit romantic ... Until you are able to look into death, into the hole of her ass, sinking into an abyss of fear. And then maybe, just maybe then be able find it.

Individuals who flee from folly, took refuge from the monotony of daily life in passion. Film spectacular.

Where Do I Find The Pin Number On My Ds Games?

E 'Prima Vera

And I am ... um, er ... Springs 36 for me!

Sticazzi, eh!

Be ', good spring to all, and happy birthday to me!

Smothering Satine Pic

How, how ... A gleaming










as ... you can still vote for Labour! Sudaustraliani, this man is not 'good enough !
E 'dirty, dishonest, infamous, sinister, how can you trust him??

him, the shame of the Minister for Road Safety South Australia, and 'guilty of heinous crimes.
has collected 60 FINES!

has 'permission to exceed the speed limit'! (And chest, as I understand, I have the same azziccato $ 200 'cause I went to 61 with a limit of 50, the road just a pirate!)
But not all ... that's incredible, the' Ignoble dared to talk on the phone while driving and it 'ran a red light! But

joke, like how dare a CRIME!
But there are politicians in this country!?
fucking joke ...??!!

Eh, I do not know you but for me there 'to be moved ...

What is most 'absurd this "terrible" and "aggressive" campaign of denigration (ah ah ah) and' I'm poor man could not seriously be re-elected (and did a great job, especially by empowering and punishing drivers after drinking) because 'is not proper for a politician such behavior. Regrettable, reprehensible, disreputable. Fines, mah!

Vamos ...

Long Term Side Effects Of Tetralysal

Hi, my name is Octar

character study for the science fiction screenplay for Fabio Mantovani.

Dora Pattern Backpack

Milan

little example: I write this post because many people, lately, are asking me how I am in the fashion capital.

Milan is a city of strange rhythms.

Milan beautiful, in my opinion.

is a busy city, gray, noisy. People tend to not look at you when you move: do not care who you are. You're just one of many in the crowd, nothing more. You are always on the run from morning to evening. And time can flow faster than your biological rhythm, anyway.

It's behind you at the time.

It's a constant race of the two, you or him, is faster. But it is a lost race.

So you might as well resign at the start, and continue to live without too nervous. Because this is the fundamental problem: the people here are nervous. But it is normal: Milan is a city hard. If you are not suitable if you do not have the armor right: She crushes you in less than five minutes.

is a military camp, Milan.

In reality, however, there it can spread on him. It is not that difficult if you are good to look beyond.

is a really beautiful city. Full of beautiful things and beautiful people. Full of stimuli, of lights, colorful things. But you have to grasp them, because here there is no appearance: there is substance. There is truth.

There is nothing gentle in his nature cold and mechanical, nothing. There is nothing funny, there is only honesty in Milan. It is an unpretentious town that basically worked. Has its own rules as any reality. Overall, I find it really nice and rewarding to live here, but certainly not easy.

So, in conclusion: Milan is just one of many realities, but if you do not have character, I do not recommend taking this route.

Milano is made for people who really want to do.

Ps this is my first blog post on the thirtieth then I open and close shortly thereafter. We'll see how we stand on this page. Adieu!

Touching Breast Of Your Teacher

I think back to high school, philosophy, even if poorly designed (for the teacher's fault, not mine, eh, I liked) and Kierkegaard, who was one of the first to speak in philosophical terms of this terrible feeling.

The feeling of anxiety than the fear 'cause the man perceived as catastrophic, he takes us, when you are in front of a choice.
Knowing that I have free will, knowing that they are totally free to choose, taking responsibility 'of ourselves we have the knowledge that a good choice as it seems it also means millions of negative choices.

Every choice made by an area of \u200b\u200binner cleansing, any decision taken by listening our most 'true-our essence-e' simple.
And the pain (pain if you can 'speak) the resulting benefit, and' "just and bearable" for everyone involved.
The consequence of my choices, and 'I lost. I find traces of me that do not lead to any recognizable place. I'm exhausted. It seemed to "lose" today, but 'I have chosen, you know? Losing the memories
words the holds.
see them get out of his mouth, to see them go away angry, the words raped. Impoverished abused. Besieged depraved.


Sometimes I wonder if all of me that I have given up everything for me if I left, lost, unloved, and sometimes losing a find. Lost, despised, chewed, vomited or thrown, there was a reason.
A plausible, acceptable, fine or no reason.
No true, no expendable or real.
Knew scrape away the hardest memories. The fundamental memories, the problem would be solved, but it is not. It remains a thought. A shimmering.


ps.
I'll stop now, eh, which are pesanteeee!