Monday, December 15, 2008
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Rugrats Wildlife Rescue Game
dilemmas and quiet life ...
I was woken up at nine.
at nine on Sunday morning!
With the ring of the bell, or rather two. Of this horrible bell that we have here, a sudden and very loud croak.
I hate to wake up early on Sunday morning, I left him a hint of a headache that radiates to the neck, combined with a widespread sense of irritability.
I tried to sleep again, but there was no way means the stomach has begun to reclaim milk and cookies, and wanted to lighten the bladder.
I got up inside of me railing against the French that my roommate did not think to say to his fellow Sunday rides to give him a ring on your phone, instead of playing and wake the whole house ...
I went to the toilet in my bathroom, quello che condivido con le due coinquiline spagnole le quali, partite già ieri per le vacanze di Natale, mi hanno lasciata regina indiscussa di quei tre metri quadri, un lusso inaudito.
Beh, nel MIO bagno c'era la tavoletta alzata e un ricordino dell'ospite lì sul bordo.
Credo che a quel punto mi sia uscito il fumo dalle orecchie, avrei potuto scaldare il latte senza usare il microonde ma con la sola forza del mio sguardo infuocato...
Avrei voluto, soprattutto, vomitargli addosso seduta stante tutto il mio malumore ma, ovviamente, lui non c'era.
C'era la fidanzata, ma non mi pareva giusto addossarle torti non suoi... senza contare che mi aveva appena steso la lavatrice! Gesto gentile che mi ha causato un profondo dilemma than if you wait for the French ready to throw a ball of bile, or try to let it go for a quiet life ... 
I was woken up at nine. at nine on Sunday morning!
With the ring of the bell, or rather two. Of this horrible bell that we have here, a sudden and very loud croak.
I hate to wake up early on Sunday morning, I left him a hint of a headache that radiates to the neck, combined with a widespread sense of irritability.
I tried to sleep again, but there was no way means the stomach has begun to reclaim milk and cookies, and wanted to lighten the bladder.
I got up inside of me railing against the French that my roommate did not think to say to his fellow Sunday rides to give him a ring on your phone, instead of playing and wake the whole house ...
I went to the toilet in my bathroom, quello che condivido con le due coinquiline spagnole le quali, partite già ieri per le vacanze di Natale, mi hanno lasciata regina indiscussa di quei tre metri quadri, un lusso inaudito.
Beh, nel MIO bagno c'era la tavoletta alzata e un ricordino dell'ospite lì sul bordo.
Credo che a quel punto mi sia uscito il fumo dalle orecchie, avrei potuto scaldare il latte senza usare il microonde ma con la sola forza del mio sguardo infuocato...
Avrei voluto, soprattutto, vomitargli addosso seduta stante tutto il mio malumore ma, ovviamente, lui non c'era.
C'era la fidanzata, ma non mi pareva giusto addossarle torti non suoi... senza contare che mi aveva appena steso la lavatrice! Gesto gentile che mi ha causato un profondo dilemma than if you wait for the French ready to throw a ball of bile, or try to let it go for a quiet life ...
Friday, December 12, 2008
Pinnacle Media Centre
reflection in the mirror I'm back
Ok, I admit, are scandalous.
do not know what happens to me, why the blog is so left to himself ...
Yes, of course, I could line up a billion reasons, all very real, mind you: work, sick from pc to return home and need to stay away from the screen, received the visits most welcome here (including his. ..), another business trip but with attached holiday weekend and hug restaurant with a dear friend, the little health problems, washing machine, the supermarket, the billions of hours di sonno arretrato che forse ormai dovrei chiamare perso e smettere di sperare di recuperarlo...
...tutte questo cose influiscono indubbiamente tantissimo, ma se oggi ha addirittura pensato di chiudere il blog deve esserci anche altro. E' che sento che sta perdendo di senso.
Per il momento sono troppo affezionata a questo spazio e ai miei (pazientissimi) contatti per mettere la parola fine, ma è vero che non ho più quell'urgenza di scrivere che ho avuto in altri momenti. Non che le cose da dire mi manchino, nè che non inizi vari post, tutti nella mia testa, durante il giorno... Ma quando torno a casa non li scrivo, li dimentico, li scarto.
Questa esperienza a Lisbona si è rivelata più complessa e difficile del previsto. As if life becomes an opportunity to remind you that the balance is precarious. The reasons for such complexity are so numerous and varied, I could write an encyclopedia, and perhaps here lies the problem. The red lines safeguard privacy "that I date do not allow me to explain, dissect, process all the way, so I give that a post should be a time for reflection, or is it a waste of time.
Yes, this must be the problem to solve, but do not really know where to turn.
I do not want to give up the anonymity of my blog, although I do not know what is really able to keep it since, however, no lack of biographical data. There is no question of wanting to hide, not c'è niente, fra le cose scritte qua, che non abbia il coraggio di sostenere a voce o di cui mi vergogni o chissà. E' una questione di initimità, di non volere che le persone con cui non mi va di condividere i miei pensieri possano accedervi. E' una questione di libertà, anche. E' questione, semplicemente, che io il mio blog lo concepisco così, ma rimane il fatto che non so bene come gestirlo in concreto... 
Ok, I admit, are scandalous. do not know what happens to me, why the blog is so left to himself ...
Yes, of course, I could line up a billion reasons, all very real, mind you: work, sick from pc to return home and need to stay away from the screen, received the visits most welcome here (including his. ..), another business trip but with attached holiday weekend and hug restaurant with a dear friend, the little health problems, washing machine, the supermarket, the billions of hours di sonno arretrato che forse ormai dovrei chiamare perso e smettere di sperare di recuperarlo...
...tutte questo cose influiscono indubbiamente tantissimo, ma se oggi ha addirittura pensato di chiudere il blog deve esserci anche altro. E' che sento che sta perdendo di senso.
Per il momento sono troppo affezionata a questo spazio e ai miei (pazientissimi) contatti per mettere la parola fine, ma è vero che non ho più quell'urgenza di scrivere che ho avuto in altri momenti. Non che le cose da dire mi manchino, nè che non inizi vari post, tutti nella mia testa, durante il giorno... Ma quando torno a casa non li scrivo, li dimentico, li scarto.
Questa esperienza a Lisbona si è rivelata più complessa e difficile del previsto. As if life becomes an opportunity to remind you that the balance is precarious. The reasons for such complexity are so numerous and varied, I could write an encyclopedia, and perhaps here lies the problem. The red lines safeguard privacy "that I date do not allow me to explain, dissect, process all the way, so I give that a post should be a time for reflection, or is it a waste of time.
Yes, this must be the problem to solve, but do not really know where to turn.
I do not want to give up the anonymity of my blog, although I do not know what is really able to keep it since, however, no lack of biographical data. There is no question of wanting to hide, not c'è niente, fra le cose scritte qua, che non abbia il coraggio di sostenere a voce o di cui mi vergogni o chissà. E' una questione di initimità, di non volere che le persone con cui non mi va di condividere i miei pensieri possano accedervi. E' una questione di libertà, anche. E' questione, semplicemente, che io il mio blog lo concepisco così, ma rimane il fatto che non so bene come gestirlo in concreto...
Thursday, December 11, 2008
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Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Brands Of Coleslaw Dressing
Wonderful - NEGRAMARO
THE PASSAGE of the unforgettable interpreted by Domenico Modugno NEGRAMARO
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Friday, November 21, 2008
Why Does Red Wine Cause Heart Palpitations
whole universe obeys the love - Franco Battiato and CARMEN CONSOLI
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Best Depilatories For Pubes
E' domenica. Ho un po' di mal di schiena perchè mi sono data alle grandi pulizie, arrivando addirittura a sfoderare i divani del salotto per lavarne i gusci. Tanto è inutile, i miei coinquilini fanno (chi più e chi meno) le pulizie previste nella table hanging on the fridge, but do not have a minimum of an eye for all other needs of our small communities, such as kitchen towels and wash rags with which we clean, or buy detergents. I have to do it.
It's dark outside, and although I can not see from my window I know the main streets of Lisbon are already lit with Christmas decorations. But the largest tree, which already stands not far from my house, will be lit only in early December, complete with a public ceremony.
I press the play button on the i-pod, and the speakers on your desk starts to get out the music.
I can finally sit down and play around with the billions of things that do not have time to do last month, as aggiornare il blog.
Tutto ciò che poteva essere rimandato, in questi trenta giorni, è stato posticipato, rinviato, trascurato. La vita fuori dallo schermo richiedeva troppe attenzioni.
Non ho potuto rispondere alle mail degli amici, che hanno ricevuto solo poche righe collettive, non ho potuto tenermi informata come faccio di solito, nè sul mondo, nè sui miei amici virtuali, e mi dispiace, non ho potuto fare la mia spesa settimanale, e mi sono dovuta affidare alla scorta di surgelati, ed a delle rapide incursioni nei piccoli supermercati che ogni tanto incrociavo sul mio cammino.
E' stato un mese estremamente denso. Lo sapevo, ero preparata, ma la Vita non ha mancato di farcirlo di numerosi altri imprevisti che sono able to take my breath away. Thank goodness, I must say, I was trained rather, because of time to sit and take it back, your breath, there is not and was not still there. The race was to continue and has continued, with much of that twenty-four hours he spent in Paris, despite the timing, I was reassured.
Well, here I go. Are always the same.
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Chapstick Purses How To Make
The universality of the commonplace life Just
"... we here in Portugal we have a saying ..."
...
-laughs-"yes, it's a riddle: What is the model of Barbie that costs more ...?"
...
"Divorced Barbie!"
?
"... obvious, right? Because after the divorce has been Ken's car, Ken's villa ..."
"... we here in Portugal we have a saying ..." ...
-laughs-"yes, it's a riddle: What is the model of Barbie that costs more ...?"
...
....
.....
"Divorced Barbie!"
?
?
??
"... obvious, right? Because after the divorce has been Ken's car, Ken's villa ..."
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Sunday, October 5, 2008
Read Futanari Kokoro Tenshin Online
I cut thin slices in a pound of bread. And I froze. It 's the basis for the week, each evening, four slices in the toaster, to accompany the dinner.
my shelf in the fridge is full to the brim: zucchini, leeks, lettuce already washed, eggs, light cheese, parmesan grattugiato, ravioli, basilico, yogurt, succhi senza zucchero, latte, prosciutto, hamburger di soia e zuppa di verdure.
Nel mio angolo della dispensa ci sono i tortiglioni buitoni, riso basmati, tonno in olio di oliva, lattine di pomodoro, olio extravergine, biscotti, brioche confezionate e gallette di mais.
Nel freezer ho carne e pesce, spinaci e cavolo lesso.
Sono pronta per cominciare un'altra settimana. Altri cinque giorni in apnea, al lavoro dalle nove alle cinque e mezzo (con quarantacinque minuti di pausa pranzo) e poi a scuola di portoghese dalle sette alle nove. Con quell'ora d'aria per fare merenda, andare alla posta, comprare qualcosa di urgente o passare di corsa da casa per far partire la lavatrice.
Il week end è passato in un soffio. E' cominciato venerdì sera, coinvolta nella cena erasmus delle mie coinquiline che avevano invitato tutti i loro amici spagnoli. Tra la stanchezza accumulata, il fatto che si sono presentati alle undici per cenare e che, per ingannare il tempo, noi avevamo cominciato a bere, mi sono ritrovata un po' ubriaca, come non lo ero da tempo. Alle due, quando se ne sono andati in cerca di qualche locale dove proseguire la serata, mi sono infilata sotto la doccia e poi a letto, dove sono caduta in un sonno profondissimo.
Ovviamente sabato ho dovuto pagare il conto: al risveglio avevo già mal di testa ed è passato, grazie ad un moment, solo varie ore dopo. Nel frattempo mi sono data alle pulizie di casa, e, siccome are masochistic, I wanted to also clean the rispostiglio, or Chamber of Secrets. It came out a lot of things to throw in to fill the long corridor, but also a wardrobe and a desk from Ikea to assemble, various baskets, an office chair, odd clothes and shelves of previous tenants.
time I went out to grab the last rays of the sun, and then I tried to make a risotto with pumpkin to my colleagues to try something Italian. Of course, it came very badly because the rice was not right and the pot was too small, but they have taken it twice because I'm good. And maybe also because there was nothing ...
Then early to bed, still I had not rested on the evening of Friday, and relax today: This morning shower with hair mask, and various creams and nail care. In the early afternoon with a roommate, a colleague and a friend I was in a park in downtown. There was a craft market. Usually I love these things, but today I just bought a pair of earrings because they buy wool sweaters or scarves when there are twenty-seven degrees is too much even for me.
And finally here I am, in my typical Sunday night in front of the PC, to sum up the past week and make plans for what is to begin, was not even the new year. That much I already know I will keep only half of the good intentions that I do now ....
Sunday, September 28, 2008
What Is The Best Epilator?
smoky Reflection on a Saturday evening in September
...che un tempo, quando ero giovane, tipo al liceo, anche se mi alzavo ogni mattina prima delle sette, arrivata al week end potevo tirare mattina.
Adesso no, adesso comincio a sbadigliare peggio di un ippopotamo e gli occhi diventano sempre più due fessure tanto che i miei compagni di avventura non possono fare a meno di accorgersene...
E allora cerco di darmi un tono, la butto sul ridere ma intanto mi appoggio allo stipite della porta perchè mi sorregga e dentro di me prego che comincino ad annoiarsi...
Ma il tempo non conta per le mie adorabili coinquiline in erasmus, che loro possono sempre decidere di non alzarsi dal letto e non andare a lezione, se non ce la fanno. Quanto al settore maschile, purchè lavori, seems to have resources unknown to me: continue to drink and do not acknowledge the slightest fatigue ... A no smoking is more tears to my eyes (which is the only one to wear contact lenses ???), nor the heat induces sleep ...
I would love, so, so enjoy the evening: I like the music, the company is nice and the weather is mild ... but sleep!
*** For the record: I retto until four, then I gave up and I stopped a taxi.
Lisboa late at night, without the myriad of tourists, vendors, waiters, boys on leave etc.. is really beautiful ... 
...che un tempo, quando ero giovane, tipo al liceo, anche se mi alzavo ogni mattina prima delle sette, arrivata al week end potevo tirare mattina. Adesso no, adesso comincio a sbadigliare peggio di un ippopotamo e gli occhi diventano sempre più due fessure tanto che i miei compagni di avventura non possono fare a meno di accorgersene...
E allora cerco di darmi un tono, la butto sul ridere ma intanto mi appoggio allo stipite della porta perchè mi sorregga e dentro di me prego che comincino ad annoiarsi...
Ma il tempo non conta per le mie adorabili coinquiline in erasmus, che loro possono sempre decidere di non alzarsi dal letto e non andare a lezione, se non ce la fanno. Quanto al settore maschile, purchè lavori, seems to have resources unknown to me: continue to drink and do not acknowledge the slightest fatigue ... A no smoking is more tears to my eyes (which is the only one to wear contact lenses ???), nor the heat induces sleep ...
I would love, so, so enjoy the evening: I like the music, the company is nice and the weather is mild ... but sleep!
*** For the record: I retto until four, then I gave up and I stopped a taxi.
Lisboa late at night, without the myriad of tourists, vendors, waiters, boys on leave etc.. is really beautiful ...
Sunday, September 21, 2008
How To Tell If A Scorpio Like
(yet another) Coming out
the street, after a dinner of water natural
A: "... and you have gay friends [living in Spain ...?]"
K:" A. .. ... I'm bisexual "
A: "what? Really ...???"
K: "Yes, I'll tell you before you can say something that I'd like to hear ..."
A: "Ok, that taxi is free, let's go"
K: "OK ... Are you okay?"
A: "Yes, just that you are not going to try it with me, because I'd be disappointed, I'm heterosexual"
K: "Yes, no problem, I am engaged"
A: "a girl ...?"
K: "yes"
***
hour later, in the middle of a party full of English and / media / and drunk / e:
A: "so... I mean... è da molto...? ma quando ti ho chiesto se eri mai stata ad Amsterdam..."
K: "ti ho risposto di esserci stata con il mio ex ragazzo, ed è vero"
A: "ok... quindi pensi che ti piacciano di più le ragazze o i ragazzi?"
K: "[sorrido] capisco la domanda, a volte me lo chiedo anche io, ma non ho una risposta. Cioè, per me contano le persone, il fatto che siano uomini o donne non lo percepisco come una differenza fondamentale... nelle amicizie come in qualsiasi tipo di rapporto... capisci? per il resto adesso sono fidanzata con Lei, e ci sto bene, e non ho intenzione di mollarmi solo per dimostrare al mondo che posso tornare a stare con un ragazzo. Per cui se la gente mi definisce lesbica, per me is the same. Not a problem as the others call me ... I also understand it's normal search label, and also I do not know which attribute to me, but I do not feel the need. At one time yes, but I'm fine ... "
A:" I guess that was hard ... "
K:" Yes, I went through the terrifying moments, but today I'm fine. At first when I told people I never knew where to start ... You start your sentences with, I must tell you one thing-but I do not like ... it seems that it should make a revelation, but I'm just so in the same way that my hair blacks. I was born, I've chosen for me and has the same value ... so I try to treat this thing in the same way, with the same simplicity ... is an exercise for me too ... "
A:" Yes ... "
K:" Sure, I do not go around with a sign, unfortunately you never know what can be the reaction of the people, and c ' is always the risk of having problems ... but if a relationship that is going to be friendly ... I can not say "
A:" Certainly, you would not have a girlfriend ... "
K" and would not be the other person for me .. .
A: "Well, thanks for telling me. For me it's the same ... ie, it counts if I'm comfortable with a person or not, this does not change my opinion ... Thanks for making me your friend considered "
K:" Thank you for reacting so. Sangria? "
the street, after a dinner of water natural A: "... and you have gay friends [living in Spain ...?]"
K:" A. .. ... I'm bisexual "
A: "what? Really ...???"
K: "Yes, I'll tell you before you can say something that I'd like to hear ..."
A: "Ok, that taxi is free, let's go"
K: "OK ... Are you okay?"
A: "Yes, just that you are not going to try it with me, because I'd be disappointed, I'm heterosexual"
K: "Yes, no problem, I am engaged"
A: "a girl ...?"
K: "yes"
***
hour later, in the middle of a party full of English and / media / and drunk / e:
A: "so... I mean... è da molto...? ma quando ti ho chiesto se eri mai stata ad Amsterdam..."
K: "ti ho risposto di esserci stata con il mio ex ragazzo, ed è vero"
A: "ok... quindi pensi che ti piacciano di più le ragazze o i ragazzi?"
K: "[sorrido] capisco la domanda, a volte me lo chiedo anche io, ma non ho una risposta. Cioè, per me contano le persone, il fatto che siano uomini o donne non lo percepisco come una differenza fondamentale... nelle amicizie come in qualsiasi tipo di rapporto... capisci? per il resto adesso sono fidanzata con Lei, e ci sto bene, e non ho intenzione di mollarmi solo per dimostrare al mondo che posso tornare a stare con un ragazzo. Per cui se la gente mi definisce lesbica, per me is the same. Not a problem as the others call me ... I also understand it's normal search label, and also I do not know which attribute to me, but I do not feel the need. At one time yes, but I'm fine ... "
A:" I guess that was hard ... "
K:" Yes, I went through the terrifying moments, but today I'm fine. At first when I told people I never knew where to start ... You start your sentences with, I must tell you one thing-but I do not like ... it seems that it should make a revelation, but I'm just so in the same way that my hair blacks. I was born, I've chosen for me and has the same value ... so I try to treat this thing in the same way, with the same simplicity ... is an exercise for me too ... "
A:" Yes ... "
K:" Sure, I do not go around with a sign, unfortunately you never know what can be the reaction of the people, and c ' is always the risk of having problems ... but if a relationship that is going to be friendly ... I can not say "
A:" Certainly, you would not have a girlfriend ... "
K" and would not be the other person for me .. .
A: "Well, thanks for telling me. For me it's the same ... ie, it counts if I'm comfortable with a person or not, this does not change my opinion ... Thanks for making me your friend considered "
K:" Thank you for reacting so. Sangria? "
PS I want to do his best wishes to them
Monday, September 8, 2008
Singing Elvis Birthday Card
Lisboa
The first thing that comes to be answered is "white." I think it's an impression that comes from its sidewalks, made of small white tiles, smooth and uneven.
In the old town the roads are like that, and embroidered in black.
Lisboa ... was. It 'been rich, long, for centuries. At the head of a huge colonial empire, and a lot of wealth has left the marks. We feel on the skin this ancient nobility, the air we breathe, but does not fall into snobbery.
Lisboa, in fact, è accogliente. E' una piccola capitale, facile da vivere e da percorrere, e un po' decadente. Anche nel centro economico della città sopravvivono negozietti minuscoli, con certe insegne e certi arredi che come varchi la soglia ti senti risucchiare indietro agli anni settanta e anche prima...
Lisboa ha degli abitanti gentili, di quelli che quando chiedi un'informazione si fanno in quattro per risponderti, e se non sanno orientarti fermano, loro, un altro passante perchè dia il suo contributo.
Lisboa ha i prezzi bassi ma resta, comunque, cara per un paese in cui lo stipendio minimo non arriva a cinquecento euro al mese. I ricchi, però, qua sono particolarmente ricchi.
Lisboa è contraddittoria, un po' al verde e at times a bit 'dirty. 'S full of shipyards and disorganized but kind, made amends.
Lisboa is an extreme edge of Old Europe, is projected on the ocean and in the balance between different worlds. But it failed to deal with its various identities without becoming schizophrenic.
Lisboa is unique, like no. 
The first thing that comes to be answered is "white." I think it's an impression that comes from its sidewalks, made of small white tiles, smooth and uneven. In the old town the roads are like that, and embroidered in black.
Lisboa ... was. It 'been rich, long, for centuries. At the head of a huge colonial empire, and a lot of wealth has left the marks. We feel on the skin this ancient nobility, the air we breathe, but does not fall into snobbery.
Lisboa, in fact, è accogliente. E' una piccola capitale, facile da vivere e da percorrere, e un po' decadente. Anche nel centro economico della città sopravvivono negozietti minuscoli, con certe insegne e certi arredi che come varchi la soglia ti senti risucchiare indietro agli anni settanta e anche prima...
Lisboa ha degli abitanti gentili, di quelli che quando chiedi un'informazione si fanno in quattro per risponderti, e se non sanno orientarti fermano, loro, un altro passante perchè dia il suo contributo.
Lisboa ha i prezzi bassi ma resta, comunque, cara per un paese in cui lo stipendio minimo non arriva a cinquecento euro al mese. I ricchi, però, qua sono particolarmente ricchi.
Lisboa è contraddittoria, un po' al verde e at times a bit 'dirty. 'S full of shipyards and disorganized but kind, made amends.
Lisboa is an extreme edge of Old Europe, is projected on the ocean and in the balance between different worlds. But it failed to deal with its various identities without becoming schizophrenic.
Lisboa is unique, like no.
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Average American Women
How much is chasing a dream ...? Click
His bright eyes and red
a sob that escapes even if he does not want,
my fists clenched so hard that his nails leave their mark on the palm,
moved the hugs of friends, the
jokes and smiles bitter
reliance on Internet and technology,
the thought of all films I will not see the movies with you, the rope bridge that we will not set in September at the carnival, festivals and fairs in October where we will not be sitting next ...
The waiver of an everyday living in two, even if obstacles,
the countdown to the Christmas holidays, from now on,
the tears fall and melting makeup,
Ovosodo a wrong nor in up nor down (* cit.)
the melancholy that comes before the distance.
In a little more than forty-eight hour childbirth, as well as provides a path of life and studies, set seven years ago now.
It is a whirlwind of joy and sadness that I do not know what to prevail. 
His bright eyes and red a sob that escapes even if he does not want,
my fists clenched so hard that his nails leave their mark on the palm,
moved the hugs of friends, the
jokes and smiles bitter
reliance on Internet and technology,
the thought of all films I will not see the movies with you, the rope bridge that we will not set in September at the carnival, festivals and fairs in October where we will not be sitting next ...
The waiver of an everyday living in two, even if obstacles,
the countdown to the Christmas holidays, from now on,
the tears fall and melting makeup,
Ovosodo a wrong nor in up nor down (* cit.)
the melancholy that comes before the distance.
In a little more than forty-eight hour childbirth, as well as provides a path of life and studies, set seven years ago now.
It is a whirlwind of joy and sadness that I do not know what to prevail.
Saturday, August 23, 2008
Price Of Topsy Turvy Cake
E 'one click. Today is just a click, was once the phone number stored in the phone book paper and not in the phone, before it was the home address that ended in the bottom of a drawer ...
Today is a click, with whom I decide to delete a contact from messenger.
New times, old stories, or rather repetitive.
What I have done so: not promulgate edicts, do not try to take sides, let alone, not have five years ... Not even "block", no one is unable to look, do not change the number or contact information, nothing. I just fed up. But I was really tired.
Why did drop the overflowing swimming pool, and not a mere vessel. Maybe
are done wrong, maybe I should have micro-incazzature frequent, but are not part of my character. Soothe me in a tenth of a second, smile, apologize, justify, put forward the affection and I expect them to do so also others. That respect and affection should descend so on.
Maybe that's the problem, maybe others do not understand is that my gestures of affection and pensanso simply that I always go all well. So do not worry too much because I do not ever take me. And in fact I do not ever take me, or almost.
But when I reach the limit, it is a point of no return.
And then disappears.
Clik.
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Morton Tender Quick Australia
Idiots! Silence
Sono circa le tre e mezza. Di notte.
La sto riaccompagnando a casa, si chiacchiera del più e del meno.
Duecento metri davanti a noi un incrocio, con una rotonda.
Sento uno stridere di ruote e vedo una macchina comparire ad alta velocità, percorrere la rotonda in controsenso e infilarsi nella strada in cui mi trovo, in senso inverso al mio.
"Che cazz..." Mentre rallento, anche se non ho ancora capito bene cosa stia succedendo, è una seconda berlina a folle velocità quella che ripete le gesta della prima infilandosi però, questa volta, nella mia corsia. Vuole superare l'altra, ci sta venendo addosso. Lei urla di fermarmi, inchiodo, le gomme fischiano, suono il clacson, l'altra macchina rallenta e si infila dietro la prima, mentre una terza ripete il solito giochino nella rotonda.
Rispondono altezzosi al mio clacson e spariscono nella notte.
Stavano gareggiando.
Noi abbiamo continuato a tremare a lungo. 
Sono circa le tre e mezza. Di notte. La sto riaccompagnando a casa, si chiacchiera del più e del meno.
Duecento metri davanti a noi un incrocio, con una rotonda.
Sento uno stridere di ruote e vedo una macchina comparire ad alta velocità, percorrere la rotonda in controsenso e infilarsi nella strada in cui mi trovo, in senso inverso al mio.
"Che cazz..." Mentre rallento, anche se non ho ancora capito bene cosa stia succedendo, è una seconda berlina a folle velocità quella che ripete le gesta della prima infilandosi però, questa volta, nella mia corsia. Vuole superare l'altra, ci sta venendo addosso. Lei urla di fermarmi, inchiodo, le gomme fischiano, suono il clacson, l'altra macchina rallenta e si infila dietro la prima, mentre una terza ripete il solito giochino nella rotonda.
Rispondono altezzosi al mio clacson e spariscono nella notte.
Stavano gareggiando.
Noi abbiamo continuato a tremare a lungo.
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Pokemon Deluge Pokemon Locations
Mancano ventitre giorni alla partenza. Saranno densi, ma voleranno. Già lo so.
Ho trovato casa. In centro. Al momento ci vivono uno spagnolo, un portoghese e una giapponese. Quando anche io avrò preso possesso del mio "quarto", ne rimarranno ancora due da occupare.
Oltre a questo ci sono due bagni, una cucina piuttosto grande, la lavatrice, il salotto, la sala da pranzo e internet wireless.
My parents are away in the mountains. I needed a little 'vacation.
The house is empty and silent. Too. Missing a friend who has been with me for eighteen years, always faithful, always sweet, sometimes funny, at times mischievous. My company has done so many times, and in recent years has often been a comfort after the fights with my parents. He always went well as I was, and even She was nice. He loved to sit on the couch dozing, lulled by the clicking sound of my fingers on computer keys, he liked to lick the jar of chocolate danette and run in the garden during the coolest hours.
went crazy for salmon, she hated the vet and do not compromise on the timing of meals. For the rest, was very accommodating, also ready to share the couch in exchange for a caress.
When she heard my voice coming from my computer (because we were talking via skype), start looking. But it has never failed to recognize the screen.
's always been very polite, never out of place if you do not pee in the last few days, by which time the disease was acute. He wanted to be considered part of the family and got angry when there was a basket, a pillow or a blanket given to him in the room where we were: he had to lie on the floor just to be with us, but we did not quite understand that it was right.
As a young man was a good fork, but has never been fat, rather than powerful.
Old age has brought with it disease and appetite, weakness in recent times, but never dementia. This made it even more heartbreaking. Over the past two days, when she could not move his neck, was still lucid and able to recognize us and let us know what he wanted. Maybe he was afraid of death, by any means the same presentation as a simple soul, maybe it was a puppy again, the fact is that he wanted to be stroked all the time. Otherwise emitted a weak but clear, meow.
His last day we spent together, lying in a garden in front of another in order not to lose sight of. It was warm, but a slight breeze carried a bit 'of relief. I was reading, he watched the blades of grass and every now and then I asked to be shot. It 'died alone in a hot Saturday afternoon in which binding commitments and prevented me from being with him. It 'died in only two hours when the house was empty, some say he did it on purpose, that the animals are hidden when their time comes.
I do not know what may be true, but I know that we want to believe, because I think that has tried and not found in its final minutes hurts me so much.
E 'died after being able to come out of the small shelter anti-flies that we had built around it, although now unable to stand. We could not understand how he did it, but he had not understood what it was for the small building and felt like a cage. The last action of his life was, therefore, to regain freedom.
I love you, B.
Thursday, July 31, 2008
clik 
Saturday, July 26, 2008
Do Thighs Ache During Ovulation
Inconsistencies
If you ask me if I am a believer, I say that they are agnostic.
But I think that is not true. I think, despite all my efforts, in a superior entity. I do not know why, but I perceive a kind of drawing in my life, including suffering to which, then, I always find a way ...
Maybe I'm just an incurable optimist, an illusion, I do not know ... (...) I do not believe for fear that no. I'm not interested in the afterlife, rather what I call the Cycle of Life. Do not seek the Lord for me, personally, I should be good to be part of this continuous movement that has put together a lot 'of atoms to create Kleys and that tomorrow will release those same atoms elsewhere. I'm okay. In fact I want it that way, no coffins in which the titanium lock me up, please, that I never removed the image from the head of my grandmother welded in there with a blowtorch. But why??
If I am asked what I think of the Church, never mind. All evil possible, is if the judge as any association of men, a lobby, a quasi-political party, whether the judge from a Theologically, if I compare the message of Christ (and I like to call Yeshoua, as does Schmitt in "The Gospel According to Pilate," that I recommend to all) with his proclamations daily ... I hope that the entire institution sink soon, even though I know it will not, because you are putting a safe distance with this civil religion that kills the last glimmer of faith, but kept alive the body, and this current administration seems to suffice .
I was talking the other night at dinner with a priest friend of mine (oh yes ...), a person to whom I want very well, and when we parted he told me to bring a kiss to her, on his part. He believes, of course. He has just returned from the Holy Land, where he also met Cardinal Martini (and I wonder what would have been different if he had not asked not to be made pope, because there had been sick ... if he, instead of Ratzy?) and began, at the ripe age of fifty , to study Hebrew in order to read the Bible with greater knowledge of the facts. He says I'm too pissed off and informed to be an atheist ... I burn too much disappointment, to be detached. I'm afraid he's right. But the institution (with few exceptions, of course), it gives me hives, I said. I do not want anything to do than I do Protestants.
Then I told him that St. gave birth. "I do not know if you remember ... we were inseparable from small ... We spent vigils of Christmas eating pizza and waiting for Santa Claus in the country that brought us gifts on a cart pulled by a donkey ... Now is not the most, which arrived in the square has become private property of the offices that have sprung up, and closed with a gate.
Yes, in the years we were a bit 'lost, we have infinitely different ways and we became two people in some ways the opposite. But we have never ceased to love us, but seeing maybe two times a year. In short, she did ... She has given birth and asked me to be godfather to his child.
I moved.
He said that the thing you are closer to a sister who has lots of friends but those come and go ...
I asked her what is the point for this gesture. Because if you expect me to give a Catholic education to young ... He said no. Who had not even thought of baptizing and lets you select from great, but will do so for any communion and confirmation. He said that for her means that this child is important to me, that I adopt, in a sense. That'll teach you something, yes, but whatever.
I said okay. What can I do this.
And now I'm here I reflect, I can not help but feel a little 'guilty ... Despite all the years of catechism are felt. I'm going to usurp a sacrament, we will use it for our purposes, to make me the adoptive aunt of this child, no to do with its growth within the Holy Church ...
I told her, however, if the priest will ask to speak to me first (theoretically it should), I can not lie to him, not that. So we'll see. In any event, the event will be in December. 
If you ask me if I am a believer, I say that they are agnostic. But I think that is not true. I think, despite all my efforts, in a superior entity. I do not know why, but I perceive a kind of drawing in my life, including suffering to which, then, I always find a way ...
Maybe I'm just an incurable optimist, an illusion, I do not know ... (...) I do not believe for fear that no. I'm not interested in the afterlife, rather what I call the Cycle of Life. Do not seek the Lord for me, personally, I should be good to be part of this continuous movement that has put together a lot 'of atoms to create Kleys and that tomorrow will release those same atoms elsewhere. I'm okay. In fact I want it that way, no coffins in which the titanium lock me up, please, that I never removed the image from the head of my grandmother welded in there with a blowtorch. But why??
If I am asked what I think of the Church, never mind. All evil possible, is if the judge as any association of men, a lobby, a quasi-political party, whether the judge from a Theologically, if I compare the message of Christ (and I like to call Yeshoua, as does Schmitt in "The Gospel According to Pilate," that I recommend to all) with his proclamations daily ... I hope that the entire institution sink soon, even though I know it will not, because you are putting a safe distance with this civil religion that kills the last glimmer of faith, but kept alive the body, and this current administration seems to suffice .
I was talking the other night at dinner with a priest friend of mine (oh yes ...), a person to whom I want very well, and when we parted he told me to bring a kiss to her, on his part. He believes, of course. He has just returned from the Holy Land, where he also met Cardinal Martini (and I wonder what would have been different if he had not asked not to be made pope, because there had been sick ... if he, instead of Ratzy?) and began, at the ripe age of fifty , to study Hebrew in order to read the Bible with greater knowledge of the facts. He says I'm too pissed off and informed to be an atheist ... I burn too much disappointment, to be detached. I'm afraid he's right. But the institution (with few exceptions, of course), it gives me hives, I said. I do not want anything to do than I do Protestants.
Then I told him that St. gave birth. "I do not know if you remember ... we were inseparable from small ... We spent vigils of Christmas eating pizza and waiting for Santa Claus in the country that brought us gifts on a cart pulled by a donkey ... Now is not the most, which arrived in the square has become private property of the offices that have sprung up, and closed with a gate.
Yes, in the years we were a bit 'lost, we have infinitely different ways and we became two people in some ways the opposite. But we have never ceased to love us, but seeing maybe two times a year. In short, she did ... She has given birth and asked me to be godfather to his child.
I moved.
He said that the thing you are closer to a sister who has lots of friends but those come and go ...
I asked her what is the point for this gesture. Because if you expect me to give a Catholic education to young ... He said no. Who had not even thought of baptizing and lets you select from great, but will do so for any communion and confirmation. He said that for her means that this child is important to me, that I adopt, in a sense. That'll teach you something, yes, but whatever.
I said okay. What can I do this.
And now I'm here I reflect, I can not help but feel a little 'guilty ... Despite all the years of catechism are felt. I'm going to usurp a sacrament, we will use it for our purposes, to make me the adoptive aunt of this child, no to do with its growth within the Holy Church ...
I told her, however, if the priest will ask to speak to me first (theoretically it should), I can not lie to him, not that. So we'll see. In any event, the event will be in December.
Friday, July 18, 2008
Disable Lenovo Veriface
(Im) provided
... because it works well.
You wait for days, months, response, and does not reach. Or they get a negative.
Then, when you put your soul in peace and have diverted the route on other shores, now when you think you'll be at home (at least) the month of September and already we see a cop on to Paris, arrives mail.
What then is it, an e-mail? A micro-cluster of bytes, a virtual reality, nothing in the final.
But it can have incredible power.
you can buy in a hurry a trip to Lisbon, for example.
that from the first clocks in September.
Who would have thought, in Portugal?
Who would have thought, in Portugal?
Monday, July 14, 2008
Respiration Mammal Temperature
There are those times as well. not even know how it is right to call them ... I think most would say "transition."
those moments in which there is no certainty that one.
and everything, but really all that is good or bad, can happen.
Those days where you live in the meantime, and in which delusions and the blows to the stomach after another.
When the banks open, leaving your lips and phrases that you would have never expected to hear you say.
are those times that, once gone, you almost touched. Or rather, you remember you touches the same drift, once everything is fixed.
to live them, however, is a tremendous effort.
Sorry for the absence.
Saturday, June 28, 2008
Bathroom Cruising Etiquette
excuse the absence of PACS when they disembarked in Duckburg ...
Kleys Once upon a time, who came back from France, bought a Mickey Mouse on the highway.
[A Kleys Mickey has always loved it, even as a child. It 'been a loyal subscriber for many years, and today Disney just loves to indulge in some history can and, above all, when you really want to relax.]
Kleys Once upon a time, reading "Donald Duck, a consultant of the competitor" in which his favorite character (Donald Duck, in fact), tired of the harassment of Uncle Scrooge decides to accept a job offer to Rockerduck and becomes a "consultant involuntary." That is, Donald Rockerduck suggests new ideas for his business, ovviemente without even realizing it, as often happened with Uncle Scrooge. So there was once
Donald, who succumbed to the lure of Rockerduck doing a disservice to his miserly uncle because "after all, since you can not choose your family ..." And there was once
Rockerduck who perceived that the first suggestion involuntary Donald Duck: The "certificates of kinship."
Once upon a time the mayor of Duckburg who agreed that it could become "virtual family" as long as you pay a "percentage due to the municipality," and there was once a series of vignettes in which the edge of the town hall Duckburg, you could see the crowd cheering "Long live the newlyweds and soon after, yes, but above all" a couple of close friends who had adopted each other ("living brothers!"), two ducks ("living the country cousin! "), and an old woman and a brave young man (" viva la neo-neo-grandmother and grandson! "). Once upon a time
Kleys wide-eyed cartoon re-read that to be sure of not dreaming. And there was
Kleys Finally, it concludes with a smile a little 'bitter, that for the younger generation will be better. 
Kleys Once upon a time, who came back from France, bought a Mickey Mouse on the highway. [A Kleys Mickey has always loved it, even as a child. It 'been a loyal subscriber for many years, and today Disney just loves to indulge in some history can and, above all, when you really want to relax.]
Kleys Once upon a time, reading "Donald Duck, a consultant of the competitor" in which his favorite character (Donald Duck, in fact), tired of the harassment of Uncle Scrooge decides to accept a job offer to Rockerduck and becomes a "consultant involuntary." That is, Donald Rockerduck suggests new ideas for his business, ovviemente without even realizing it, as often happened with Uncle Scrooge. So there was once
Donald, who succumbed to the lure of Rockerduck doing a disservice to his miserly uncle because "after all, since you can not choose your family ..." And there was once
Rockerduck who perceived that the first suggestion involuntary Donald Duck: The "certificates of kinship."
Once upon a time the mayor of Duckburg who agreed that it could become "virtual family" as long as you pay a "percentage due to the municipality," and there was once a series of vignettes in which the edge of the town hall Duckburg, you could see the crowd cheering "Long live the newlyweds and soon after, yes, but above all" a couple of close friends who had adopted each other ("living brothers!"), two ducks ("living the country cousin! "), and an old woman and a brave young man (" viva la neo-neo-grandmother and grandson! "). Once upon a time
Kleys wide-eyed cartoon re-read that to be sure of not dreaming. And there was
Kleys Finally, it concludes with a smile a little 'bitter, that for the younger generation will be better.
Saturday, June 21, 2008
What Is The Cost Of Plan B At Walmart
Tchao Bella
the heat.
So hot that you can ride a bicycle in the night wearing only a canottierina summer. Indeed, it is the only time of day you breathe.
A couple of cocktails dancing in the stomach with the Senegalese dish of the restaurant just experienced. Music
the street, and in rooms. The
épiceries de nuit open and bright, with their watermelons in plain sight.
Elderly immigrants who gather to drink mint tea in the coffee shop.
Caroselli for the victory of Turkey to Europeans. The community is in celebration.
Young French dancing barefoot on the sidewalk, ignoring the fact that we are in a corner of the glass.
jasmine bushes. A sweet-looking dog.
I also dance. The skirt turns, makes the wheel, as a child.
The head spins. A bit '.
And suddenly the trumpets sing hello beautiful.
And let's leave the French pronunciation ("beautiful Tchao"), but it was nice.
E 'was a sensation. Taste.
That summer evening concerts party unit, or liberation. Festivals, events, the myriad of initiatives that bloom between July and August. Mesh reading, concerts in the fields and in the streets, choirs, jugglers, smell incense, colors, mixed fried fish and more time taken. Moisture when the night is going to melt in the morning, and croissants.
E 'was melancholy. Heartbreaking.
For you, for our eyes that cross through the crowd to its liquid eyes, for us to dance in the middle of the group but we could be alone, for our evening concerts in the most unlikely, the stalls and ethnic specialties, or not ...
For our laughter and also for our skirmishes. For his smell, his dancing and his band for the hair.
want to go home. 
the heat. So hot that you can ride a bicycle in the night wearing only a canottierina summer. Indeed, it is the only time of day you breathe.
A couple of cocktails dancing in the stomach with the Senegalese dish of the restaurant just experienced. Music
the street, and in rooms. The
épiceries de nuit open and bright, with their watermelons in plain sight.
Elderly immigrants who gather to drink mint tea in the coffee shop.
Caroselli for the victory of Turkey to Europeans. The community is in celebration.
Young French dancing barefoot on the sidewalk, ignoring the fact that we are in a corner of the glass.
jasmine bushes. A sweet-looking dog.
I also dance. The skirt turns, makes the wheel, as a child.
The head spins. A bit '.
And suddenly the trumpets sing hello beautiful.
And let's leave the French pronunciation ("beautiful Tchao"), but it was nice.
E 'was a sensation. Taste.
That summer evening concerts party unit, or liberation. Festivals, events, the myriad of initiatives that bloom between July and August. Mesh reading, concerts in the fields and in the streets, choirs, jugglers, smell incense, colors, mixed fried fish and more time taken. Moisture when the night is going to melt in the morning, and croissants.
E 'was melancholy. Heartbreaking.
For you, for our eyes that cross through the crowd to its liquid eyes, for us to dance in the middle of the group but we could be alone, for our evening concerts in the most unlikely, the stalls and ethnic specialties, or not ...
For our laughter and also for our skirmishes. For his smell, his dancing and his band for the hair.
want to go home.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Little Bumps That Bleed
Past. Present. Future?
Yesterday I had an exchange of e-mail in real time. Or a chat deferred come preferite.
Dopo i soliti "ciao, come stai, dove sei, che fai di bello", E., una vecchia compagna di università, mi ha risposto questo:
Yesterday I had an exchange of e-mail in real time. Or a chat deferred come preferite. Dopo i soliti "ciao, come stai, dove sei, che fai di bello", E., una vecchia compagna di università, mi ha risposto questo:
"Beata te! Io senza infamia e senza lode.... lavoro alla manpower di xxx, non un granché, ma sempre meglio di niente, anche se non tutti i giorni la penso così. Continuo a collaborare con il xxx [nome di un giornale locale], ma mi ammazzo, conta che lavoro tutti i gg dalle 9 alle 6 alla manpower, quindi è dura. A dire il vero sono in un periodo un po' così, cerco di ripetermi tutti i giorni che andrà meglio ma non tutti in giorni riesco a convincermi... pesa molto il ricordo dei grandi sogni che si facevano all'università... andati fragorosamente shattered in touch with the real world ... I sometimes wonder if I made a mistake in riufiutare his doctorate with the See, but you know the type well, and I'm not to say what were the prospects ... (Not counting the low value added that a doctorate would take him to my training) I now have a paycheck in your pocket but are anything but happy and I wonder if I can still do something ....."
addition I know it's betrothed, and that as soon as the house will be finished (in a year, a year and a half ...), will get married.
I told her that, of course, I'm sorry to hear so that I can not believe that a smart girl like you can not find something better, which makes her feel more ...
He replied that no, I listed all the roads and he has tried increasingly involved in its sadness.
In the end, I did not know what to say.
Also because I am still not safe.
Also because I am still not safe.
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