Tool - Ænema. Sometimes it takes the load right .. and this song from me!
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Infantry Wants To Join Rangers
I have already tried to start post this a few times, but I had not yet developed well in my mind.
Come back from vacation I went to find a couple of uncles who had not seen for many years. In reality they are of great-uncles, rather than in later years, much of the older relatives that I still have the good fortune to have. A stroke of luck but I could not fully understand, or at least is what I think I realized it. Maybe too late.
I lost my grandparents when I was a teenager and then I never had any of the key figures, apart from my parents during my period of maturation.
When you are a child alive grandparents or older relatives, as affectionate playmates alternative. They stay with you when mom and dad are working, they take you to the park or see a museum or show. Sometimes they teach you something about life, how they lived their stories telling you that at your age you seem more the product of fantasy that does not really lived experiences. They tell you stories with happy endings and protect your children. We pamper you and spoil you enjoy their presence by naive carefree, without thinking about the day when there will be no more because maybe you do not even yet fully understood the meaning of death.
Yet, when the natural course of events no obstacles, are the first people who are lost. Often this is one of the first moments when you learn to know the pain that you are facing in life. Learn what it means to miss someone without ever really being able to fill with something else. In a sense you feel a lot more emotion than you know that you understand and explain. Maybe you start to get a few more questions about the meaning of life, the meaning of death, what you choose and what you have to accept.
When, 14 years, I felt this emptiness inside, I felt the emotional value, but I did not understand what wealth they had lost. How many things could have been handed down. How many lessons, many values, how many life experiences to learn from and avoid making mistakes in turn.
They have experienced important moments in history, which helped produce the present world and that too easily ignored and forgotten.
The history that we learn from school books is another matter. From there you can learn about the basic events are considered, those who have "developed" or changed the world, but history is not made only by great leaders, kings and scientists. The story is composed of a vast multitude of small, large, lives lived quietly, facing life everyday with the means available, with intelligence, heart and a little luck.
why it is important to absorb and soak up everything you can from whoever is coming at the end of its experience and has already tasted what it means to really live.
with my grandparents and I did not have time to do it. And now ... now I have lost another opportunity.
I had already decided to be a bit 'of trying to reconstruct the past of my family with some anecdote, genealogical data, photographs and little else but eyewitness accounts are the most valuable source that must be seized.
I went to see these uncles, but faced to them, to the awe I felt for their age and lack of diligence with which I got to know them in time for their current problems, I did not felt a storm of questions. We talked only of trivial or circumstantial arguments.
The thing I feel inside of me was blocking their discomfort to be at that point in life. A point where you regret the past, you feel alone because most of the people who populate your life are gone. You feel tired and the forces are less every day. I was afraid to ask him when they were young, how they lived through the war, how his life would have faced further open this wound in my heart. Why all the difficulties would certainly re-emerged moments of joy and true happiness. That fullness that at some point you seem finally dried. I was afraid to talk about these things, come in 90 years, could do more harm than good.
Maybe not, maybe they were still happy, but I did not felt the same.
And so I left with my questions in his pocket, along with a couple of precious documents dating back to the "Nazi" as he called him. With names and dates, but no real story to collect and keep forever.
do not know if I will have another time to do those questions. What I know is that now I understand what that really felt deep void at age 14.
Come back from vacation I went to find a couple of uncles who had not seen for many years. In reality they are of great-uncles, rather than in later years, much of the older relatives that I still have the good fortune to have. A stroke of luck but I could not fully understand, or at least is what I think I realized it. Maybe too late.
I lost my grandparents when I was a teenager and then I never had any of the key figures, apart from my parents during my period of maturation.
When you are a child alive grandparents or older relatives, as affectionate playmates alternative. They stay with you when mom and dad are working, they take you to the park or see a museum or show. Sometimes they teach you something about life, how they lived their stories telling you that at your age you seem more the product of fantasy that does not really lived experiences. They tell you stories with happy endings and protect your children. We pamper you and spoil you enjoy their presence by naive carefree, without thinking about the day when there will be no more because maybe you do not even yet fully understood the meaning of death.
Yet, when the natural course of events no obstacles, are the first people who are lost. Often this is one of the first moments when you learn to know the pain that you are facing in life. Learn what it means to miss someone without ever really being able to fill with something else. In a sense you feel a lot more emotion than you know that you understand and explain. Maybe you start to get a few more questions about the meaning of life, the meaning of death, what you choose and what you have to accept.
When, 14 years, I felt this emptiness inside, I felt the emotional value, but I did not understand what wealth they had lost. How many things could have been handed down. How many lessons, many values, how many life experiences to learn from and avoid making mistakes in turn.
They have experienced important moments in history, which helped produce the present world and that too easily ignored and forgotten.
The history that we learn from school books is another matter. From there you can learn about the basic events are considered, those who have "developed" or changed the world, but history is not made only by great leaders, kings and scientists. The story is composed of a vast multitude of small, large, lives lived quietly, facing life everyday with the means available, with intelligence, heart and a little luck.
why it is important to absorb and soak up everything you can from whoever is coming at the end of its experience and has already tasted what it means to really live.
with my grandparents and I did not have time to do it. And now ... now I have lost another opportunity.
I had already decided to be a bit 'of trying to reconstruct the past of my family with some anecdote, genealogical data, photographs and little else but eyewitness accounts are the most valuable source that must be seized.
I went to see these uncles, but faced to them, to the awe I felt for their age and lack of diligence with which I got to know them in time for their current problems, I did not felt a storm of questions. We talked only of trivial or circumstantial arguments.
The thing I feel inside of me was blocking their discomfort to be at that point in life. A point where you regret the past, you feel alone because most of the people who populate your life are gone. You feel tired and the forces are less every day. I was afraid to ask him when they were young, how they lived through the war, how his life would have faced further open this wound in my heart. Why all the difficulties would certainly re-emerged moments of joy and true happiness. That fullness that at some point you seem finally dried. I was afraid to talk about these things, come in 90 years, could do more harm than good.
Maybe not, maybe they were still happy, but I did not felt the same.
And so I left with my questions in his pocket, along with a couple of precious documents dating back to the "Nazi" as he called him. With names and dates, but no real story to collect and keep forever.
do not know if I will have another time to do those questions. What I know is that now I understand what that really felt deep void at age 14.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Amber Lynn My Friend Has A Hot Mom
The value of the past and now .. on the slide!
Saturday delivery .. finally! I'm really tired of staying in town! The holidays seem to never come .. especially when you need it most .. and this period was not very encouraging .. Even if the good old
Leopardi teaches that the moment + pleasant before the party is just what ... when you are in fibrillation for the start .. because then their rental verie and fly away in an instant and you get to be back already. So I'm starting pre-start to enjoy these days ... when you need to prepare for the luggage, plan and imagine all the beautiful things that will be! In short .. I'm already on vacation.
It 's like going on the slide as a child: first you have to climb up the ladder and it seems that time expands dramatically, without ever pass it, while enjoying the moment come down at full speed .. then when it finally comes up and you're good and you have fun sliding fast towards the end of that time and without noticing you find yourself flying to the usual routine ..
would be nice to keep the feeling you have before .. always able to feel excited about what will happen soon .. but whether these sporadic moments were not followed by wonderful experiences and interspersed with long periods of quiet and daily routine, would not be so magical and exciting. Basically that's how it goes .. no? I'm going bearmi of these last 3 days pregnant.
Leopardi teaches that the moment + pleasant before the party is just what ... when you are in fibrillation for the start .. because then their rental verie and fly away in an instant and you get to be back already. So I'm starting pre-start to enjoy these days ... when you need to prepare for the luggage, plan and imagine all the beautiful things that will be! In short .. I'm already on vacation.
It 's like going on the slide as a child: first you have to climb up the ladder and it seems that time expands dramatically, without ever pass it, while enjoying the moment come down at full speed .. then when it finally comes up and you're good and you have fun sliding fast towards the end of that time and without noticing you find yourself flying to the usual routine ..
would be nice to keep the feeling you have before .. always able to feel excited about what will happen soon .. but whether these sporadic moments were not followed by wonderful experiences and interspersed with long periods of quiet and daily routine, would not be so magical and exciting. Basically that's how it goes .. no? I'm going bearmi of these last 3 days pregnant.
Thursday, June 5, 2008
Monday, May 5, 2008
Wax Strips For Male Pubic Hair
Save Rock FM!
I still remember that day 10 years ago. I was in the car with some classmates .. the more "alternative" to listen to hard rock and heavy metal when the vast majority of our peers had eyes only for The Spice Girls, Take That and Vasco. We were laughing about something that had happened at school and the radio has spent the Forever Stratovarius (then I had no idea what song it was). The sounds transmitted surprised I asked what it was and the answer came promptly from one of the historic Rock FM DJ. After that he pulled out another two or three beautiful songs .. and on the way home from school I was already in love with this radio (perhaps for the first time, I was forced to change the frequency after 3 minutes)! Intrigued, I started listening to house constantly .. and as I was ever captured by the originality and quality of music that passed. DJs were not celebrities that if menavano sailing in a sea of \u200b\u200bignorance, but common guys with great value to have good preparation in music. He felt that they were not there for duty, but because he liked and could convey this passion to the listeners. Every day, new songs, or very old, in every case than those who felt they were on any other broadcaster. Pure culture. Not only did the company or entertainment .. was a sort of school of rock, metal, grunge, hard rock, and the most particular of alternative could be found. A breath of fresh air. I do not loose anything, home, car, bike, during the study.
One day it came out that a group of listeners had created an online forum. I've had a look .. and I discovered a new world. I met so many people, made friends + or less important, I met the DJ and I went to many evenings between Lombardy and Tuscany's music went from Rock FM. E 'was great. It 'was an important experience that has filled nearly four years of my life and I have changed, for better or for worse, helping me become who I am today.
In less than a month, this radio will no longer exist. For the sake of interest, speculation and who knows what else, this radio special, different, alternative, for a small-lot of guys like me have made history, will be swept away like dust in the wind. But how is it possible to eliminate 18 years of life?
Of course the memory will stay within us and all he has taught rimmarrà integral part of our culture.
should do more to radio like this, do not delete the few that exist. All for a mere flattening of culture, to maintain the level of knowledge on a single, sad and poor plan determined exclusively by market laws and power.
Radio is, unfortunately, a means of communication in use, put in the second plan from the internet and television. And the result is communicating less and less. Most of the radio now are only soundtracks (and bleak at best discounted) for travel and little else. It 's a sin. Why not see the image makes us think more with our heads.
I would hope that there is a time when the radio, some radio, will regain a bit 'of credibility and will return to spend quality and not junk. I would hope that someone understands what it was and what was Rock FM can mean for many people. I would hope that would open so he can return with the same genuineness of all time, but for now I can only thank the radio in general and those who helped bring it to life fiercely for what he knew me.
One day it came out that a group of listeners had created an online forum. I've had a look .. and I discovered a new world. I met so many people, made friends + or less important, I met the DJ and I went to many evenings between Lombardy and Tuscany's music went from Rock FM. E 'was great. It 'was an important experience that has filled nearly four years of my life and I have changed, for better or for worse, helping me become who I am today.
In less than a month, this radio will no longer exist. For the sake of interest, speculation and who knows what else, this radio special, different, alternative, for a small-lot of guys like me have made history, will be swept away like dust in the wind. But how is it possible to eliminate 18 years of life?
Of course the memory will stay within us and all he has taught rimmarrà integral part of our culture.
should do more to radio like this, do not delete the few that exist. All for a mere flattening of culture, to maintain the level of knowledge on a single, sad and poor plan determined exclusively by market laws and power.
Radio is, unfortunately, a means of communication in use, put in the second plan from the internet and television. And the result is communicating less and less. Most of the radio now are only soundtracks (and bleak at best discounted) for travel and little else. It 's a sin. Why not see the image makes us think more with our heads.
I would hope that there is a time when the radio, some radio, will regain a bit 'of credibility and will return to spend quality and not junk. I would hope that someone understands what it was and what was Rock FM can mean for many people. I would hope that would open so he can return with the same genuineness of all time, but for now I can only thank the radio in general and those who helped bring it to life fiercely for what he knew me.
Monday, April 14, 2008
Geographical Location Of Pink Eye
I have a dream ..
Elections. As usual, there is the spare. once here, once the .. Italian and we bounce like tennis balls from one side of the political arena.
Ma .. imagine that this is not possible. Imagine that people have to change the government at every election dramatically ... not because they can no longer be political, but because they can not govern in the same country!
taking Europe as a whole. Or rather, the European Union. 27 countries. If the election were to be coordinated and made to coincide at the same time, you could make a revolution. We have a country that has voted for the Government A. If we take this government and we transfer it in country 2, the government will find itself having to work in a country outside the State by making changes more or less positive cmq be distinguished from those of the previous government. This is because it is not just a move from right to left, but a total distortion of the political class. We translate this argument to all 27 states and superimpose the circle of countries "on the rim of the governments" staggered to a seat. This would mean that all countries have a government other than their ordinary. They spend four years (within which, any government crisis would be resolved by the two poles always present in that four years). The voters of the country gather to vote on the second function of government who have just had, but will not vote for themselves. Rather, their vote will decide the pole of the government that will govern the country 3 and, in turn, will be governed by the party chosen by the voters of another country. In addition to being asked to vote, citizens would be required to give an overall opinion on the activities of that government, a sort of credential for the country which will be found that the political class. In this way, four years after four years, proceedings to any political class will increase or decrease depending on the benefit that will meet in the country have ruled from time to time. This will lead to a sort of overall ranking politician of the classes given by consensus of all Europe.
What are the advantages of this political system?
politicians will tend to work better for two main reasons: 1
. will be compared at each election with political elites of other states (since people have had the opportunity to experience the different governments on their skin). Not only between right and left, but also between different left and right different. This will trigger a sort of competition as not to lose credibility internationally.
2. the fact of governing in a country other than their own, where you do not have property, jobs with a conflict of interest and ability to create parallel networks (in just 4 years would be difficult to deliver us the basics) would facilitate the realization of a real strategy improving public is not affected by personal interests. Also because the main interest would be to achieve consensus and prestige. The European commission or a commission created ad hoc, should check the reliability of the individual, the activity on pain of estrangement government. Every government from bases created by the government of another state and they should try to resolve any problem or pursue the best choices that have proved successful.
From an economic standpoint all European politicians, depending on the office held, have the same salary. If their work will be valid state can continue to perform the same task at the same level or higher. If their actions will not have found favor with the public recede its charge, thus earning a lower salary.
Another advantage would be greater awareness by citizens who, knowing the different possibilities can be obtained, may be critical without being carried away by events. This mechanism will also to a mutual understanding between states. The best practices tested in a state, may be adopted in other states are going to eliminate the practice in bankruptcy (about work, school, health, economy, public utilities, transport etc). Mutual understanding break down the walls erected by prejudice and migliorebbe tolerance among different cultures and societies. Politicians should broaden their horizons by learning the languages \u200b\u200bof the countries in which should be, and as tourists, would be encouraged to know the best country in which they should operate (as opposed to what are usually out of laziness, the native inhabitants. They should have great flexibility to get involved and play a hard task like driving a foreign country but they would with greater objectivity, consistency and impartiality. The entire political class would gain in quality. Maybe then we would get a fair and just society +.
Ma .. imagine that this is not possible. Imagine that people have to change the government at every election dramatically ... not because they can no longer be political, but because they can not govern in the same country!
taking Europe as a whole. Or rather, the European Union. 27 countries. If the election were to be coordinated and made to coincide at the same time, you could make a revolution. We have a country that has voted for the Government A. If we take this government and we transfer it in country 2, the government will find itself having to work in a country outside the State by making changes more or less positive cmq be distinguished from those of the previous government. This is because it is not just a move from right to left, but a total distortion of the political class. We translate this argument to all 27 states and superimpose the circle of countries "on the rim of the governments" staggered to a seat. This would mean that all countries have a government other than their ordinary. They spend four years (within which, any government crisis would be resolved by the two poles always present in that four years). The voters of the country gather to vote on the second function of government who have just had, but will not vote for themselves. Rather, their vote will decide the pole of the government that will govern the country 3 and, in turn, will be governed by the party chosen by the voters of another country. In addition to being asked to vote, citizens would be required to give an overall opinion on the activities of that government, a sort of credential for the country which will be found that the political class. In this way, four years after four years, proceedings to any political class will increase or decrease depending on the benefit that will meet in the country have ruled from time to time. This will lead to a sort of overall ranking politician of the classes given by consensus of all Europe.
What are the advantages of this political system?
politicians will tend to work better for two main reasons: 1
. will be compared at each election with political elites of other states (since people have had the opportunity to experience the different governments on their skin). Not only between right and left, but also between different left and right different. This will trigger a sort of competition as not to lose credibility internationally.
2. the fact of governing in a country other than their own, where you do not have property, jobs with a conflict of interest and ability to create parallel networks (in just 4 years would be difficult to deliver us the basics) would facilitate the realization of a real strategy improving public is not affected by personal interests. Also because the main interest would be to achieve consensus and prestige. The European commission or a commission created ad hoc, should check the reliability of the individual, the activity on pain of estrangement government. Every government from bases created by the government of another state and they should try to resolve any problem or pursue the best choices that have proved successful.
From an economic standpoint all European politicians, depending on the office held, have the same salary. If their work will be valid state can continue to perform the same task at the same level or higher. If their actions will not have found favor with the public recede its charge, thus earning a lower salary.
Another advantage would be greater awareness by citizens who, knowing the different possibilities can be obtained, may be critical without being carried away by events. This mechanism will also to a mutual understanding between states. The best practices tested in a state, may be adopted in other states are going to eliminate the practice in bankruptcy (about work, school, health, economy, public utilities, transport etc). Mutual understanding break down the walls erected by prejudice and migliorebbe tolerance among different cultures and societies. Politicians should broaden their horizons by learning the languages \u200b\u200bof the countries in which should be, and as tourists, would be encouraged to know the best country in which they should operate (as opposed to what are usually out of laziness, the native inhabitants. They should have great flexibility to get involved and play a hard task like driving a foreign country but they would with greater objectivity, consistency and impartiality. The entire political class would gain in quality. Maybe then we would get a fair and just society +.
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Length And Breadth Of Guitar
gratuitous violence?
I feel terribly guilty. Yesterday morning, by train, I watched my kitten in the cage in front of me who looked around with curiosity: "Where are we going?" seemed to ask. We arrived and there were vetrinario by a dog who was shaking like a leaf, and another cat red devil. As I watched them I wondered what could pass for my cat's head in that situation.
smelled of medicines and the place was rather antiseptic. The only note of color were a couple of books about dogs and cats. Even the paintings on the walls were black and white. He will realize it? cats see colors? or just the contrast?
For two minutes I was alone with him in the waiting room. I put the cage on his knees and I approached her face to his Musina. I stroked the nose and paws and told him to do good and I'd come back soon and get it.
Then came our turn, we came in and within two minutes I was out alone, without too many pleasantries. Basically it is a interventino really easy, I thought to myself. But as I walked home the guilt started to pervade. Got home I cleaned the bowl and placemat, I changed the bedding and clean the floor. I find that all good back home. But this did not make me feel better. I spent the day wondering "will have it already done?" as if deep down I hoped to be still in time to stop everything and take it back as it is. A cat healthy, happy, and full capacity of his instincts. I kept telling myself it's for his own good. In this way he will not suffer being locked up at home, will not want to run away, will not end under a car ... But that, apart from our love, what's left? Perhaps without castrate living outdoors, even in a big city like this would have been happier. He lived less likely, but what counts for an animal? What you can make it really counts? Make him a thing is not grim violence against a defenseless being? is not simply selfishness? Of course, if I had not got in the house at this time could already be dead. Could andargli worse, but maybe even better. I feel an incredible Magone, a heaviness that hurts.
Why do I feel this way? With the other had been different, I lived as a routine, something that was done and nothing more. No guilt. At the bottom is only a cat. A cat in a week or two will have already forgotten about it and will never know What has been lost, what would live and what emotions he could try. What emotions felt by cats? I have hated between yesterday and today?
When we went to take it back was still groggy from anesthesia, but his eyes ball as if he had drank a jug of coffee. During the ride in the car emits faint mews. I was crying my heart.
got home probably hoped to return immediately to normal, but there vetrinario advised to leave it in the cage a little more 'for pass anesthesia completely. Attached to squirm to get out and meowing a lot ... but never as strong .. as if you can not do.
kept thinking that the day before jumping in around, playing with the ball ... and now it was there. I had ordered to be sick. I wondered who was the beast among us. After a while 'is quieted. With the claws protruding from the cage. Resigned.
We liberated, finally and quietly went around. The we put the water bowl. And 'course towards the bowl meowing, probably hoped to food. Mamma mia, but it is possible that such a thing to give all this trouble? Or become hypersensitive overnight?
We went to bed and I had horrible dreams that I do not remember at all.
At 6 and a half woke me up meowing. I gave them the soup, which was devoured in 2 minutes, and I went back to bed.
Shortly after I reached and is nestled on my pillow, with his head in my hair, as usually done. Finally, it was purring. I will be forgiven? Or will not even really understand what happened? Maybe I am not associated with pain that he experienced. Maybe not even tried a lot of pain. I do not know. But surely no longer be as before. And it is my fault. I have taken something that belonged in law and that nothing can give him. I betrayed her trust.
smelled of medicines and the place was rather antiseptic. The only note of color were a couple of books about dogs and cats. Even the paintings on the walls were black and white. He will realize it? cats see colors? or just the contrast?
For two minutes I was alone with him in the waiting room. I put the cage on his knees and I approached her face to his Musina. I stroked the nose and paws and told him to do good and I'd come back soon and get it.
Then came our turn, we came in and within two minutes I was out alone, without too many pleasantries. Basically it is a interventino really easy, I thought to myself. But as I walked home the guilt started to pervade. Got home I cleaned the bowl and placemat, I changed the bedding and clean the floor. I find that all good back home. But this did not make me feel better. I spent the day wondering "will have it already done?" as if deep down I hoped to be still in time to stop everything and take it back as it is. A cat healthy, happy, and full capacity of his instincts. I kept telling myself it's for his own good. In this way he will not suffer being locked up at home, will not want to run away, will not end under a car ... But that, apart from our love, what's left? Perhaps without castrate living outdoors, even in a big city like this would have been happier. He lived less likely, but what counts for an animal? What you can make it really counts? Make him a thing is not grim violence against a defenseless being? is not simply selfishness? Of course, if I had not got in the house at this time could already be dead. Could andargli worse, but maybe even better. I feel an incredible Magone, a heaviness that hurts.
Why do I feel this way? With the other had been different, I lived as a routine, something that was done and nothing more. No guilt. At the bottom is only a cat. A cat in a week or two will have already forgotten about it and will never know What has been lost, what would live and what emotions he could try. What emotions felt by cats? I have hated between yesterday and today?
When we went to take it back was still groggy from anesthesia, but his eyes ball as if he had drank a jug of coffee. During the ride in the car emits faint mews. I was crying my heart.
got home probably hoped to return immediately to normal, but there vetrinario advised to leave it in the cage a little more 'for pass anesthesia completely. Attached to squirm to get out and meowing a lot ... but never as strong .. as if you can not do.
kept thinking that the day before jumping in around, playing with the ball ... and now it was there. I had ordered to be sick. I wondered who was the beast among us. After a while 'is quieted. With the claws protruding from the cage. Resigned.
We liberated, finally and quietly went around. The we put the water bowl. And 'course towards the bowl meowing, probably hoped to food. Mamma mia, but it is possible that such a thing to give all this trouble? Or become hypersensitive overnight?
We went to bed and I had horrible dreams that I do not remember at all.
At 6 and a half woke me up meowing. I gave them the soup, which was devoured in 2 minutes, and I went back to bed.
Shortly after I reached and is nestled on my pillow, with his head in my hair, as usually done. Finally, it was purring. I will be forgiven? Or will not even really understand what happened? Maybe I am not associated with pain that he experienced. Maybe not even tried a lot of pain. I do not know. But surely no longer be as before. And it is my fault. I have taken something that belonged in law and that nothing can give him. I betrayed her trust.
Monday, March 10, 2008
Where To Buy Backyard Safari Tadpoles
War Piero
continues in the wake of the grim of my creations ....
When he awoke, That morning, he felt that his head was about to explode, and struggled even to look around. Pierre remained with his eyes fixed on that shapeless head who was sleeping peacefully in bed next to hers. He closed his eyes hard, concentrate and counted as "five .. four ... three ... two ... one ... ... .. ". He opened his eyes. No, it was still there. Amazingly whole.
But how the heck did not explode? It was not possible. It went against every physical theory.
Light filtered through the cracks of the shutter down just showing his profile disproportionate. The face was so swollen that the blood vessels and veins protruding from the skin, creating a horrible branching red and purple. You could not see. Piero could not see. He hated with his whole being. Was ruining his life. Fourteen years of stupid jokes and jokes, laughter malignant behind. And why? It was not his fault! Was normal, he!
the head Piero still sounded the last episode yesterday. That idiot in the 3rd, who was standing behind him with those two goons who always brings out below.
"Ah Ah .. but how does he put his shirt on your Hunchback of Notre Dame? We must cut the collar in all of them! "
And the other two who laughed with him. What bastards. But before they baked? Perhaps sooner or later would stopped. Sooner or later everybody will end up to crucify him. For what? To have a deformed brother.
Piero Dad understood how she felt, or at least it seemed so. I read in some of his looks embarrassed. When everyone came together to hear people's eyes on him like him and then looked at him. Smiled and put his hand on his head to rub his hair. Then he looked at him, she put an arm around her, but her smile slightly as you turn off to try to accept an immutable condition, a perpetual pain that burdened the heart. Loves him. Or at least that's what he believes Piero. How could it be otherwise? It 'still his son. But sometimes the expression his face seemed to curse everything. Life, God, himself and even his wife, a woman he loves, but that helped give birth to a similar twist of fate.
Mom instead apparently not realizing it. For she is a boy like any other. And 'his son. Only her son. How do you turn a blind eye? Never mentioned to his failure as a real problem. Perhaps it is the fear that the balance of imagination and perfect little world that has been created as a house of cards collapses. He speaks as if the problem was in the eyes of others. And if she was right? If they were all the other monsters?
also hoped that morning Piero died. Now happening more often. Could not stand the situation. Serena, who is the curly red in her class did not want to go out with him. He said he was afraid to come to his house. The impression was .. his brother. ... Enough is enough! He wanted to go out on top and not be ashamed anymore.
Piero, lying on its side under the covers, staring with a hard stare, evil. He imagined a thousand ways to change everything. Sometimes she thought of killing himself. He could throw it under a car, or accidentally dropped him while he was a hairdryer in the bathtub. Every so often dreamed of showing how the clown in It, Freddie Krueger or some alien they did X-Files out for him. At other times of imagining far away, in a place where nobody knew him. Where no one could ever connect it to be so gruesome. You could see the tropics in the sun with a beautiful girl at his side, or New York, amid the skyscrapers of Yankies jacket and a tumbler in the hands of some strange drink that is usually swallow the Americans.
Piero was still staring at him. He stood up. He slowly the two steps that separated him from his bed. He opened his eyes and his eyes meet those of Piero. Twitched, as if the face of Peter, so close to his, he had frightened. She looked at him long. His eyes became bright. Suddenly embraced Piero's shot and shrinking strong whimpered "I'm sorry ... I did not ... I did not want to be born ...."
gradually loosened the close and he collapsed on him. Piero had the knife in his hands was stuck to the bottom of the stomach. Bled in silence. Piero was speechless with his mouth open with a blood stain on his pajamas that grew wider.
yelled.
Mom and Dad ran from them. Dad took him away and weight. Then the ambulance. The mother pulls him crying: "Why? Why? "
Everything Piero could say was: "It was not me. And 'he threw himself on the blade. "
When he awoke, That morning, he felt that his head was about to explode, and struggled even to look around. Pierre remained with his eyes fixed on that shapeless head who was sleeping peacefully in bed next to hers. He closed his eyes hard, concentrate and counted as "five .. four ... three ... two ... one ... ... .. ". He opened his eyes. No, it was still there. Amazingly whole.
But how the heck did not explode? It was not possible. It went against every physical theory.
Light filtered through the cracks of the shutter down just showing his profile disproportionate. The face was so swollen that the blood vessels and veins protruding from the skin, creating a horrible branching red and purple. You could not see. Piero could not see. He hated with his whole being. Was ruining his life. Fourteen years of stupid jokes and jokes, laughter malignant behind. And why? It was not his fault! Was normal, he!
the head Piero still sounded the last episode yesterday. That idiot in the 3rd, who was standing behind him with those two goons who always brings out below.
"Ah Ah .. but how does he put his shirt on your Hunchback of Notre Dame? We must cut the collar in all of them! "
And the other two who laughed with him. What bastards. But before they baked? Perhaps sooner or later would stopped. Sooner or later everybody will end up to crucify him. For what? To have a deformed brother.
Piero Dad understood how she felt, or at least it seemed so. I read in some of his looks embarrassed. When everyone came together to hear people's eyes on him like him and then looked at him. Smiled and put his hand on his head to rub his hair. Then he looked at him, she put an arm around her, but her smile slightly as you turn off to try to accept an immutable condition, a perpetual pain that burdened the heart. Loves him. Or at least that's what he believes Piero. How could it be otherwise? It 'still his son. But sometimes the expression his face seemed to curse everything. Life, God, himself and even his wife, a woman he loves, but that helped give birth to a similar twist of fate.
Mom instead apparently not realizing it. For she is a boy like any other. And 'his son. Only her son. How do you turn a blind eye? Never mentioned to his failure as a real problem. Perhaps it is the fear that the balance of imagination and perfect little world that has been created as a house of cards collapses. He speaks as if the problem was in the eyes of others. And if she was right? If they were all the other monsters?
also hoped that morning Piero died. Now happening more often. Could not stand the situation. Serena, who is the curly red in her class did not want to go out with him. He said he was afraid to come to his house. The impression was .. his brother. ... Enough is enough! He wanted to go out on top and not be ashamed anymore.
Piero, lying on its side under the covers, staring with a hard stare, evil. He imagined a thousand ways to change everything. Sometimes she thought of killing himself. He could throw it under a car, or accidentally dropped him while he was a hairdryer in the bathtub. Every so often dreamed of showing how the clown in It, Freddie Krueger or some alien they did X-Files out for him. At other times of imagining far away, in a place where nobody knew him. Where no one could ever connect it to be so gruesome. You could see the tropics in the sun with a beautiful girl at his side, or New York, amid the skyscrapers of Yankies jacket and a tumbler in the hands of some strange drink that is usually swallow the Americans.
Piero was still staring at him. He stood up. He slowly the two steps that separated him from his bed. He opened his eyes and his eyes meet those of Piero. Twitched, as if the face of Peter, so close to his, he had frightened. She looked at him long. His eyes became bright. Suddenly embraced Piero's shot and shrinking strong whimpered "I'm sorry ... I did not ... I did not want to be born ...."
gradually loosened the close and he collapsed on him. Piero had the knife in his hands was stuck to the bottom of the stomach. Bled in silence. Piero was speechless with his mouth open with a blood stain on his pajamas that grew wider.
yelled.
Mom and Dad ran from them. Dad took him away and weight. Then the ambulance. The mother pulls him crying: "Why? Why? "
Everything Piero could say was: "It was not me. And 'he threw himself on the blade. "
Sunday, February 24, 2008
How Bright Is 30 Ansi Lumins
A tale
Today, inspired by other stories, I wrote my own.
ebony skin
Not many years before under the tree had changed my life.
It was a long time that I was thinking more in the moment. I was amazed to see that this was the why I was still there, why I decided to do the job by putting the soul.
That scene come to mind instantly, clear and sharp, as if it happened only yesterday.
I was separated from the group to take a stroll and relax at least five minutes. In that situation was not at all easy. There was to be done constantly, never a moment of peace, never a quiet night in which to place his head without thinking and sleep soundly.
Like every day, the sun was high in the sky and hit my head, covered by an unnecessarily kind of hat that I had given a baby a few days before. The heat was impressive and I clung to the sweat on him giving me a feeling of suffocation unbearable. I looked around, well I opened the nostrils to smell the air and felt something cool and pleasant, like the smell of the sea. It was not possible: the sea, the ocean was hundreds of miles away. However, I decided to take the direction from which it came and in an instant I found myself in a clearing a channel through which flowed, probably created for the irrigation of small fields of corn. Courses on the bank and dipped their hands in surrender warm from the heat. I threw it him several times, hoping to wash away the sweat that I cloaked, but it was only a temporary remedy. He felt, however, for a brief moment, a refreshing sensation on the gentle breeze that strangely for those parts, was pulling.
It was then that I looked up and saw her.
A little girl in the distance was rocking on his knees under an acacia tree. His head was bent over something he held in his arms, but I could not understand what it was. The long black braids hung down along the chest and hid their faces. I went over and felt that he was sobbing. She could have been yes and no 13 years. He was so thin that his bones stuck out all over the body and the sole of his feet clear light her skin the color of ebony. He wore only a skirt of straw and a long beaded necklace and cumbersome.
Now I was close enough. I only felt a tear, that of the girl, the baby she was carrying was motionless, in silence. I ran to her and instinctively snatched the baby from her arms. She began to scream louder and said something in Wolof I did not understand her big eyes looking at me with desperate blacks. I tried to do a little gentle pressure on the sternum of the child, but I was too inexperienced. Without thinking too rushed to the village with that little body in his arms and the girl who ran after me. She had stopped screaming. Maybe he knew I wanted to help her, but felt my fear, my frustration and trembling. I took the baby to my camp and the doctor, when he saw me get out of breath, I ran. She took the baby from her arms, laid it on a table and tried to revive him. He tried several times, but now there was nothing to do. Only then I noticed the girl better and I realized I was bleeding. No, it was just blood, there was something else. Placenta. He had just given birth. That newborn baby was her son. As I did not realize it before? The girl had eyes glazed, staring. He seemed to observe the bed, but actually staring into space. It was not a carefree little girl, she was a young woman who learned early on to address the injustices of life. He lowered his face and fainted. I picked her up immediately el'adagiai gently on another couch. I felt the salty taste of the tears streaming down my face. It was then that I decided what to do. I would not be broken down after three weeks. I had to stay there. In Senegal.
Friday, February 8, 2008
Highest Cranking Battery
Inconsistency
... here, I knew. I have not had time to tell me to write more often a life that is already passing from place to place. In reality I have in mind a couple of argomentini be treated, but I have to be in the right spirit. Meanwhile, my nice friends are making me lose time with other programs, games, online community where they are ... and the blog stays in the background.
In the meantime I'm doing a culture of music and film '60-70 years. I'm getting used to a listening / viewing less passive, to link the places, characters, music and historical eras (mostly quite recent). For example, the soundtrack to Almost Famous contains a series of small beads to remember. It 's interesting to connect the pieces of their knowledge with new details that previously did not know or that you were not focused. I saw a little 'of the famous classic in everyone is talking about that I never bothered to look. All in all I consider this an interesting learning curve but not on the arguments that I should instead give priority. But these will be among the next post.
In the meantime I'm doing a culture of music and film '60-70 years. I'm getting used to a listening / viewing less passive, to link the places, characters, music and historical eras (mostly quite recent). For example, the soundtrack to Almost Famous contains a series of small beads to remember. It 's interesting to connect the pieces of their knowledge with new details that previously did not know or that you were not focused. I saw a little 'of the famous classic in everyone is talking about that I never bothered to look. All in all I consider this an interesting learning curve but not on the arguments that I should instead give priority. But these will be among the next post.
Friday, January 18, 2008
Visual Communications Cover Letter Sample
Virtual Reality
E 'Friday night and had to be at a dinner ... Instead I lie in bed with a big stomach ache. The white kitten sleeping here beside me. I do not understand if you ever want to join me or if my search for him. I watch a movie ... hop from site to site ... no one is online ... sure ... It's Friday. And then I'll talk a bit 'to myself.
many years that my life is tied to a virtual path? years ... that seem centuries. So much has happened since 1999 .. because in the end what I had before was just a little girl confused, just out of high school and in life had not chosen yet almost nothing.
Then America and the need to keep in touch with old friends, but at the same time a world that lies before me. People of all the guys who meet for a few minutes, exchange a few words at any time of day and night and creates new links. Friendships, feelings, opinions, stories, knowledge ... is so strange to see these things go through a screen.
When we reflect on it seems to me absurd, but through screens, cables, networks ... can convey emotions. Real emotions. As if the other person was in front of me and we interacted physically with gestures, expressions, movements. Sometimes I was scared. Yet to those who happen to laugh, laugh, get angry or saddened this cold front screen? Now that has become so easy even exchange sounds and images seem all the more realistic, more palpable, more real.
And basically you can not forget that behind every person there is a written sentence, as it may try to hide.
beginning is a vortex. You drag and, as in the eye of the storm, you do not really make you realize what is happening. If you're not careful in less than no time you find yourself trapped inside the screen ... the other side of the mirror.
The worst feeling is when you realize where you are, where you get more or less involuntarily and beat against the screen looking at your empty room ... observed more than a lifetime. We take a sense of claustrophobia. You feel suffocated and leave yourself is not at all easy. I do not know how much difference can there be between this and addiction to drugs. And 'the new invisible illness. something that attracts you and fascinate you then let you fall into an abyss. And you know it really matters only when you remain hopelessly alone. With yourself, with your limits, your insecurities and your fears. With a handful of flies.
Bad feeling. But interesting experience. He has hardened in some way.
Then we meet. Two worlds converge and intersect to let loose again and you want to be really. Where are you okay, where are you really full and satisfied.
Today, on the other side. The right side of the screen. The right side of reality. And I watch other people, other words that are experiencing their own reality Virtual passion and determination ... tirassero out and I think if the same energy this way, we would live in a slightly better place. I think what I experienced and I can not consider it a mistake, because otherwise I would not be where I am, I would not be as they are. But I'm not completely happy. I realize that often, sadly, what we live every day we cross the street behind a veil of indifference, while what happens inside the screen at times seems more interesting, more serious, more importantly, more fun, more enjoyable, more exciting ... but what if all this is not what we really are?
not okay, it can not be because people around me who love me and can give me so much more. And I'm happy. Exclusively to this. Virtuality can not be more than a pastime. There are things that are worth being lived than others. Everything you write can not really compare to what we face. As a friend once told me "Life has more imagination than us."
many years that my life is tied to a virtual path? years ... that seem centuries. So much has happened since 1999 .. because in the end what I had before was just a little girl confused, just out of high school and in life had not chosen yet almost nothing.
Then America and the need to keep in touch with old friends, but at the same time a world that lies before me. People of all the guys who meet for a few minutes, exchange a few words at any time of day and night and creates new links. Friendships, feelings, opinions, stories, knowledge ... is so strange to see these things go through a screen.
When we reflect on it seems to me absurd, but through screens, cables, networks ... can convey emotions. Real emotions. As if the other person was in front of me and we interacted physically with gestures, expressions, movements. Sometimes I was scared. Yet to those who happen to laugh, laugh, get angry or saddened this cold front screen? Now that has become so easy even exchange sounds and images seem all the more realistic, more palpable, more real.
And basically you can not forget that behind every person there is a written sentence, as it may try to hide.
beginning is a vortex. You drag and, as in the eye of the storm, you do not really make you realize what is happening. If you're not careful in less than no time you find yourself trapped inside the screen ... the other side of the mirror.
The worst feeling is when you realize where you are, where you get more or less involuntarily and beat against the screen looking at your empty room ... observed more than a lifetime. We take a sense of claustrophobia. You feel suffocated and leave yourself is not at all easy. I do not know how much difference can there be between this and addiction to drugs. And 'the new invisible illness. something that attracts you and fascinate you then let you fall into an abyss. And you know it really matters only when you remain hopelessly alone. With yourself, with your limits, your insecurities and your fears. With a handful of flies.
Bad feeling. But interesting experience. He has hardened in some way.
Then we meet. Two worlds converge and intersect to let loose again and you want to be really. Where are you okay, where are you really full and satisfied.
Today, on the other side. The right side of the screen. The right side of reality. And I watch other people, other words that are experiencing their own reality Virtual passion and determination ... tirassero out and I think if the same energy this way, we would live in a slightly better place. I think what I experienced and I can not consider it a mistake, because otherwise I would not be where I am, I would not be as they are. But I'm not completely happy. I realize that often, sadly, what we live every day we cross the street behind a veil of indifference, while what happens inside the screen at times seems more interesting, more serious, more importantly, more fun, more enjoyable, more exciting ... but what if all this is not what we really are?
not okay, it can not be because people around me who love me and can give me so much more. And I'm happy. Exclusively to this. Virtuality can not be more than a pastime. There are things that are worth being lived than others. Everything you write can not really compare to what we face. As a friend once told me "Life has more imagination than us."
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Black Specs In Cheetos
a Merry Christmas!
Just today my sister handed me a photo of the cake that I made at Christmas ... I would say that is a good first image to display on this blog .. :)
Elizabeth Mendez Breast Size
New roads and new ways of being
... and the story continues into new areas.
Although he avoided in every way to expose myself personally in a public place and let flow the flow of my thoughts at the mercy of others' eyes, today I am here to open this page.
Why? I do not even know me. Perhaps because there are days when I think it is worthwhile to share my thoughts with someone else. Perhaps
for myself, because nowadays it is much easier to have a keyboard in front rather than a sheet of paper and a pen for jotting down thoughts, ideas and suggestions for more.
But it could also be useful to only a blank page to remind people, events and situations that I will not forget later, when apparently no longer have importance.
's just a matter of perspective. Everything that happens, even the slightest change to our daily lives we change the path we are following.
Yes, this blog will make millions of metaphors and psychological and philosophical pseudoriflessioni because I like them a lot! Always. Also that it can carry out this project with continuity. Thing they know is not entirely known, but at the same time is quite possible she sees I am surprised myself.
And it's funny how you change your view of things over time, gradually.
I have a diary. I gave it to my mom when I was 12. I remember a joke I had to put in a can of Dixan attacked in a way that does not go unnoticed and had made a huge pack. When I saw this paccone I imagined that there could be inside of it all! And then discarded, and seeing him saddened I vacuum a lot. Then I noticed this diary (those with the lucchettino phony to pretend that no one could open it except the owner) and my face still had not appeared to hint of a smile, followed by a polite "thank you" ... I really did not conceal my deep disappointment.
Mom told me that one day I would have appreciated that gift if I made good use ... and he was right. I've never been assiduous in writing, but I have continuously updated the most important moments of my life.
The beauty now is to see how they are changed. Like some other things have happened slowly and out of the blue. The beauty is my review and feel that life is not so simple and ordinary as I happen to think in a few moments of discomfort.
I reached goals and achieving results to be proud of who inspire me to ask more and more, both to myself and to the other.
In this case, ask for myself is to give greater importance to that meeting, that attracts my attention and my interest. Do not just write the page of a diary once every 3 months or more. Because in the midst of this time many things are lost and it is a pity.
So here's my page online. Here, at last, my Little Nest MTA.
Although he avoided in every way to expose myself personally in a public place and let flow the flow of my thoughts at the mercy of others' eyes, today I am here to open this page.
Why? I do not even know me. Perhaps because there are days when I think it is worthwhile to share my thoughts with someone else. Perhaps
for myself, because nowadays it is much easier to have a keyboard in front rather than a sheet of paper and a pen for jotting down thoughts, ideas and suggestions for more.
But it could also be useful to only a blank page to remind people, events and situations that I will not forget later, when apparently no longer have importance.
's just a matter of perspective. Everything that happens, even the slightest change to our daily lives we change the path we are following.
Yes, this blog will make millions of metaphors and psychological and philosophical pseudoriflessioni because I like them a lot! Always. Also that it can carry out this project with continuity. Thing they know is not entirely known, but at the same time is quite possible she sees I am surprised myself.
And it's funny how you change your view of things over time, gradually.
I have a diary. I gave it to my mom when I was 12. I remember a joke I had to put in a can of Dixan attacked in a way that does not go unnoticed and had made a huge pack. When I saw this paccone I imagined that there could be inside of it all! And then discarded, and seeing him saddened I vacuum a lot. Then I noticed this diary (those with the lucchettino phony to pretend that no one could open it except the owner) and my face still had not appeared to hint of a smile, followed by a polite "thank you" ... I really did not conceal my deep disappointment.
Mom told me that one day I would have appreciated that gift if I made good use ... and he was right. I've never been assiduous in writing, but I have continuously updated the most important moments of my life.
The beauty now is to see how they are changed. Like some other things have happened slowly and out of the blue. The beauty is my review and feel that life is not so simple and ordinary as I happen to think in a few moments of discomfort.
I reached goals and achieving results to be proud of who inspire me to ask more and more, both to myself and to the other.
In this case, ask for myself is to give greater importance to that meeting, that attracts my attention and my interest. Do not just write the page of a diary once every 3 months or more. Because in the midst of this time many things are lost and it is a pity.
So here's my page online. Here, at last, my Little Nest MTA.
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